It was all Stiles fault.
Okay maybe not, Derek probably could have prevented it but that would amount to no more sexy times and that was unheard of.
So again it was all Stiles fault.
6 months earlier
"A week in NYC," Stiles said out of nowhere. Derek however was not paying attention. Post-orgasm haze will do that to you. Having his brain fully fucked out, Derek should not be responsible for what he may say or agree to. "Um," was all Derek could muster up with the pillow his face is currently smothered into. The one word response is something that Stiles is somewhat use to, if he was paying attention. But that didn't seem to faze Stiles; he continued to talk like he had an audience. "So look I was thinking that the week after graduation we go on a road trip. The museum, Rockefeller center, oh oh the Lego store, then we could go to Central Park and run under the full moon if there is a full moon, oh we could go to the Eiffel tower," "The Statute of Liberty you dumbass, Derek interpreted. "Right, rights sorry Mr. I know everything, but then we could go to China town, and Harlem, and then we could..," Stiles continued.
Meanwhile Derek rolled over, wincing slightly when the bed sheet pulled off his stomach. Getting to his feet was more difficult than Derek would have liked and would admit to if it wasn't for the fact that when he stood up he fell back on the bed on his ass. The sight of the mighty Alpha Hale falling on his ass was enough to catch stiles attention long enough to pause he rambling to laugh. Shooting a glare over his shoulder Derek mustered up enough momentum to full stand on his feet and limp to the bathroom for a shower. Stiles still talking a mile a minute decided to follow. Right before Stiles could wonder into the bathroom with his boyfriend the door was slammed in his face and locked. Huffing he turned on his heels to grab a pair of pants on the floor. While he was trying, (key word trying) to maneuver his legs to fit in said pant he heard Derek say, "Stiles I don't care whatever you want to do just plan it, tell me when to take off work, and when to leave the loft." Stiles was about to respond to the lack of enthusiasm Derek had for his awesome bonding plan when the shower started.
Wondering out the bedroom to the kitchen to make a snack Stiles was contemplating if he should make an itinerary or just wing it. Seeing how his plans are awesome (Shut up Derek) he decided to make a list of what he wanted to do and see how the day goes.
School was finally over and the fun was about to begin, well after graduation and the final exam he had for Computer Science the next day. Derek asked for two weeks off from his job as an assistant horticulturist. Yeah Stiles make fun of his job when Derek first told him, but his mom had a garden near the Hale Manor so he knew what it entailed and he did not have to deal with people so win win. The boys were well on their way to fun times minus the long ass drive from Beacon Hills, CA to NYC. They argued about this for a while, Stiles, "We could just fly its less money and we would get there faster, " "Money is not the issue Stiles," Derek growled, "you seriously want me to get on a plane with other people," "Derek you have to face you fear of people dude, I mean really, they are all around us" Stiles retorted. "Don't call me dude, and the people are not the problem, I admit that I don't want to be crammed into a flying aluminum can with 300 other smelly, noisy beings but you kind of made me immune to that," Derek said while grinning into his beer. "O fuck you, I'm just saying that we would get there faster and the layover is not that bad, Stiles tried to 'convince' his boyfriend of six years.
'Stiles I took two weeks off we have all the time to drive and we are driving that final," Derek growled while stomping out of the room. Stiles sat back in his chair at the dining room table and grinned, mission 1 complete on to mission two.