The day Derek Hale met Stiles Stilinski was the best and worst day of his life. Ever since that day, he hasn't been able to stop himself from thinking about Stiles all day everyday. It's like a sickness really the way Derek wants him, yearns for him.
It's been weeks and everything has changed. Stiles made captain of the lacrosse team. Gerard is dead and Jackson is finally no longer the kanima and once Derek finished training him, Jackson was off to London.
Scott and Allison aren't back together and Scott tries to act like he's okay but we all know he's not. Asides from that, not much else has been going on.
In fact, Derek hasn't even seen any of his friends... for weeks. He sighs, as he runs his hands through his hair, gritting his teeth. Peter would be coming back soon. Derek still wasn't keen on making an alliance with his Uncle Peter although Peter hadn't exactly done anything out of line... yet.
Not wanting to be at home when Peter got there, Derek grabbed his leather jacket from the couch, slipping it over his muscular arms as he grabbed the keys to his black Camaro. Revving up the engine, Derek peeled out of the driveway and down the street from in front of his loft. The first place he stopped, the old Hale house, the one his whole family lived in before Kate Argent and her goons burned it and all those inside to the ground. There was only a few more days left before he would no longer be allowed back on the property and so he decided now would be a good time as any to say goodbye.
Arriving at the Hale house, Derek stood there for a few silent moments, his hands in his pocket as he looked at what remained of his home. He hadn't prepared anything to say, but suddenly the words came to him.
Feeling better, Derek went back to his car and began to drive once more. Before he knew it, he was sitting in front of the Stilinski house. "What am I doing here?" He thought to himself as he decided to drive a few houses up the street, cutting off the engine, he sat there for several minutes before he decided to get out.
Again, the same question came to mind "What was I even doing here anyway? I mean, how would I explain just stopping by at his house like this. I didn't know," Derek thought. "I guess I could always say cousin Miguel came for another visit," Derek chuckled to himself lightly knowing Stiles would never by that.
But the facts remained the same, Derek had to see Stiles. Locking the door to the camaro, Derek began walking back down the street towards the Stilinski house. The sun had already begun to set and Derek took advantage of the increasing darkness, climbing up the side of Stiles house and climbing inside his room through the window. Landing silently on his feet.
"Stiles?" Derek whispered as his feet touched the floor lightly and he brushed himself off. Stiles froze, looking at Derek stunned, his wooden baseball bat in toe as he did so.
"What are you doing here Derek?" Stiles asked as he walked towards Derek, putting the bat back down, leaning it against his bed.
"Well, I needed a place to crash for a bit. You know the pack of Alphas are here and the hunters haven't given up on coming after me." Derek said softly putting his hands inside his jacket pockets and looked nervously at Stiles. Stiles's hair was a mess and his room wasn't too clean either.
"What have you been doing?" Stiles asked as he looked over Derek's body. The action made Derek very self aware and he looked down at himself. His shirt was covered in dirt and grime and his jeans were caked in mud, and his boots.
"Oh, ugh, well, I stopped by my family's old house. You know, I only have a few more days left before the bank takes over and so I thought I'd go and say my final goodbyes." Derek chewed on his lip.
"Would it be too much to ask if I could take a quick shower," Derek inquired. Walking out of Stiles's room before he could say anything. Walking down the hall towards the bathroom turning the shower on and disrobing quickly.
Derek loved the feel of the hot water as it washed over his body. He had to do something to get himself out of the same room as Stiles, at least for a few minutes. He was getting hard just sitting there looking at Stiles and he didn't want to explain why if Stiles were to take notice.
As Derek finished his shower, he grabbed a towel from the towel rack and wrapped it around his waist. Grabbing his clothes he walked back to Stiles's room. Derek's eyes met Stiles as he walked into the room. Derek's chest was all exposed. Based on the lack of interest on Stiles's face, Derek concluded that Stiles didn't really mind or care.
Without asking, Derek walked over to Stiles's dresser and began rummaging through Stiles's it looking for something that might possible fit him, but of course Stiles's clothes were far too small for him.
"None of my clothes are gonna fit you man, remember last time?" Stiles said from behind Derek.
Shut up Stiles." Derek said in an agitated tone as he turned and looked at Stiles. Stiles smiled at Derek, as he sat at his desk and Derek continued to stand in the middle of the room with just a towel around his waist.
"Are you going to help me out with some clothes or not?" Derek asked in a grumble turning so he no longer faced Stiles and he continued to rummage through Stiles's dresser. There had to be something in here that would fit, Derek continued to think. Goosebumps appeared on his arms as Stiles got up from his desk and walked towards Derek. Stiles's arm brushed lightly against Derek's and he could feel a shudder and then a sudden breeze come over him at Stiles's touch.
He turned to look at the nerdy book that stood beside him, his hands moving to touch Stiles and then, that is when Derek noticed that he had dropped his towel and he now stood in front of Stiles, completely naked.