I do not own teen wolf. Just having a bit of fun!

A/N: My first Sterek Fic. Please let me know what you think! They are my favorite pairing right now, and I feel terrible that my other stories are suffering, but I can't think of writing anything but them!

The room was dead silent; all that could be heard was the ticking of the clock hanging on the wall above his bed. It sounded loud as it cut through the silence of the night; it was after 1AM and Stiles wasn't any closer to falling asleep then he had been hours ago. A brief thought of chucking the clock out the window fluttered through the dark haired boys mind, though the task of standing up from his computer desk was too daunting.

Stiles sighed heavily as he rubbed his tired eyes. His body was ready to give in to the sleep he desperately needed, but his mind wasn't ready to shut off. He flipped aimlessly through the dozen of open tabs on his laptop, nothing catching his attention.

Generally when he couldn't sleep he would text or call Scott and they would hang out until he was relaxed enough to fall asleep. But as per usual, Scott was busy with Allison. They were away for next few weeks; Mr. Argent was finally warming up to the idea of them together and brought him along for their vacation.

Maybe it was the summer heat? He couldn't keep cool right now to save his life. Even at this late hour, it was over a hundred degrees and he could feel beads of sweat dripping down his neck. His white wife beater clung to his damp skin. He turned the nearby fan to full and enjoyed the sudden rush of cool air that hit his body, causing a shiver to travel through him.

Grabbing his phone he looked at it longingly, would anybody even be awake right now? He looked through his contacts half heartedly, briefly stopping at Scott's name before sighing and scrolling further, landing on 'Sourwolf'.

His fingers froze on the name, he could feel his heart beat a little louder and he scolded himself at the reaction. 'Just because you've been having…dreams about him doesn't mean anything. Leave it. Don't text him.'

Stiles growled at his own thoughts. He didn't want to acknowledge, even to himself, that he had been thinking about the dark haired Alpha more then normal lately. Maybe that had something to do with his insomnia? Every time he fell asleep he'd dream of Derek.

But at 1:47 AM, he was too weak to stop his mind from wondering to the most recent dream he'd had, the one that had woken him with a start the previous day.

The room was silent as the window slowly opened. Soundlessly Derek climbed through the wooden frame into the young man's room.

He walked calmly until he was at the foot of the bed; Stiles was seated now, watching Derek intently, frozen in place. Green eyes locked with Brown as the alpha slowly lifted his black t-shirt up until it was thrown forgotten somewhere in the room. Stiles' eyes skimmed the perfect body before him and his fingers ached to touch.

As though Derek could read his thoughts, he gestured for the younger man to come closer. Sties crawled his way to Derek until he was inches away from the very chest he wanted desperately to feel.

He lifted his hand tentatively until he felt his fingers brush against warm flesh. They both moaned at the feeling as Stiles' curiosity urged him to explore every inch of hard muscle he could reach.

After what felt like hours of touching and caressing every part of Derek, Stiles found his fingers tracing the waste band of the older man's dark jeans. He made eye contact again, this time with shinning bright red eyes as he skillfully undid the button, pulling on the fabric.

Stiles blinked a few times, rousing himself briskly from the all too real memory. That's where the dream stopped. It always stopped before he could see Derek fully, before he got to see what he really ached for.

He felt frustrated, and he didn't know if it was more due to dreaming of Derek, or not getting to go further in the dream. "Great, even in my dreams I'm still a virgin." He spoke out loud to no one as he noticed that he was still gripping his phone.

He looked back at it again and the urge to text Derek was overwhelming, he threw his phone gently onto his bed to try and create space between him and the object. He eyed the dark object on his comforter as though it had offended him. His entire body ached to reach for it.

"Fuck it" he mumbled to himself as he sprang from the chair and unceremoniously flung himself onto his bed, grabbing the phone.

To: Sourwolf

..

He hadn't thought beyond grabbing the phone and his mind was uncharacteristically blank, he could hardly think over the pounding of his heart in his ears. "No." He threw the phone down, before quickly changing his mind and grabbing it again quickly.

To: Sourwolf

Hey, you awake?

He clicked send before giving himself the opportunity to back out. He scolded himself at the contents off the message. 'Really? That's what I came up with? Ugh.'

He was about to place his phone out of sight, to avoid staring at it until it flashed with a new message, or didn't, when he felt the object vibrate and the screen light up.

1 new message from 'Sourwolf'. His heart now felt as though it was going to beat out of his chest. He stared at the phone for what felt like an eternity before opening the new message.

From: Sourwolf

Stiles its 2, r u ok

Stiles groaned slightly at the use of text speak, but since he probably woke the man up he forgave him.

To: Sourwolf

Ya, sorry, forget it, go back to sleep. Night!

The young man regretted sending him anything now. He partially hopped that he wouldn't read into the message, and that he would fall back asleep. BUZZ. No such luck.

From: Sourwolf

Tell me

How very "Derek" of him, short and to the point. He thought briefly of telling him once again that it was nothing, but that would probably just anger the Alpha and he had already messed up enough by waking him up. He typed and erased a few different messages before finally settling on the least terrible one to send.

To: Sourwolf

I couldn't sleep. Been having weird dreams lately. Normally I call Scott but he's out of town.

It took about five seconds after sending the message to realize he had mentioned his dreams, by then it was too late to stop it.

From: Sourwolf

Coming. 15 mins.

Now Stiles was really freaking out! He had obviously hopped, at least in part that Derek would come over when he texted him, but he never actually thought it would really happen. He felt anxiety grip his body as he fluttered around his room cleaning up. Derek had been in his room many times, yet this time felt different entirely.

It felt like a blink of an eye between receiving Derek's text and watching him climb through his bedroom window. Talk about Déjà vu.

Derek watched the young man silently; concern was evident on his harsh features. Stiles was looking everywhere but Derek, he felt too exposed and embarrassed to meet the green eyes piercing into him.

"Stiles?" Derek broke the silence, his voice was rough. Stiles forced himself to look at the alpha, immediately regretting his decision. He almost lost it at the look of worry radiating off of Derek.

"Tell me about your dreams." Derek spoke again as me moved across the floor, stopping unexpectedly close to the boy before him. "I..I Can't. It's too…I just can't" Stiles' eyes darted away once again and he felt his face blush in embarrassment as he recalled his dream once again. He was all too aware of how close Derek was too him, and his body had noticed too. He silently hopped that his arousal wasn't evident to Derek and he felt a shiver shoot through his body and his cock twitch slightly in his pajama pants.

When he dared to look back at Derek he felt panic grip him once again as the alpha sniffed the air discreetly. A look of confusion crossed Derek's face as he identified the smell of Stiles' arousal fill the room. "Stiles? What kind of dreams having you been having exactly?"

Stiles' felt his cheeks burn red once again as his instinct to flee became overwhelming. He felt a warm strong hand grip his smooth pale arm, stopping him from turning away. "I already rushed across town at 2 in the morning, the least you can do is tell me." It was hard to argue with that logic; unfortunately.

"If I tell you, and I mean If. You can't speak a word of this to anyone, and if you mock me, then it's my turn to rip YOUR throat out." Stiles huffed and crossed his arms stubbornly across his chest. "Deal." Derek responded sooner then expected and with no arguments, that was strange.

The older man took a seat on the bed as he waited patiently for Stiles to divulge the information. "Well you see…" Stiles started as he paced back and forth across the carpet. "I've been having a lot of Dreams, and by a lot I mean every freaking night, and its always kind of the same thing, well sorta, but not really. But that's not important. Or is it?" "Stiles!" Derek growled at him as he grabbed the young man by his hips. He forced Stiles to look at him as he spoke. "Stop! You're making me dizzy, just say it alrea-."

His words were muffled by the feeling of Stiles' lips as he urgently pressed them against Derek's, kissing him. Derek was stunned to say the least and before he had a chance to respond, the kiss had already ended. "You." Stiles' said in a whisper. "I've been Dreaming about you."

Their lips connected once again but this time it was Derek that leaned in first. It didn't take Stiles long before he was kissing back, deepening the kiss. A moan escaped his lips as he felt Derek's commanding tongue trace his bottom lip, demanding entrance to his mouth. He granted it eagerly, and it wasn't long before their tongues were battling in his mouth, he felt himself grow harder at the sensation.

Derek pulled away slightly and Stiles' fought to hold back a whine that was threatening to escape. "So tell me, in these dreams of yours, what happens?" Derek punctuated his words by reaching his hand into the younger man's hair, running his nails over his scalp and down his smooth neck.

"Mmm." Stile's eyes closed slightly as he enjoyed the feeling of Derek's nails on his pale skin. "Well, it starts out a bit like tonight." He paused his speech every few minutes to just enjoy the feeling of Derek's hand making its way down his back and under his white shirt.

"You climb through my window. Like you know I've been waiting for you." Derek's fingers played with the hem of Stiles' wife beater before pulling it over his head. The look on the Alpha's face at his newly unwrapped present was like a hungry man at a feast. Stiles' squirmed slightly under the piercing eyes eating up the sight of him.

"Continue" Derek commanded before reaching his strong hand out to trace the smooth muscles of the newly discovered skin before him. Stiles moaned loudly at the sensation, very thankful his Father was working nights. "We explore each other, just like this."

He helped Derek out of his shirt as well and they both explored each others chests in silence for a moment. The only audible sounds where of heavy breathing and moans.

Once again Stiles found himself at the waste band of Derek's Pants. "This is always where it stops." Stiles' voice sounded raspy from the heavy breathing. "I always wake up right before I get what I want." Stiles unbuttoned Derek's pants as he lowered himself to be closer to Derek's straining cock, it pushed noticeably against his dark jeans. Stiles was eager to set it free.

"What do you say Derek? Let me Discover if this is just a dream?"

What did you think? If I get a good response I will add the next part! Please review :)