I know it's really short but I was camping and bored and wanted to try Sterek and this is what happened.

Stiles woke up warm and content. He could feel heat radiating from something next to him. He snuggled closer to the furnace next to him, it wrapped its arms around him. Wait. Arms!? Stiles pushed away from the warmth and fell of his bed. A laugh sounded from the furnace, well, person, whatever. Stiles was sitting shocked, and, truth be told, a little bit terrified. The person in Stiles' bed sat up slowly, still chuckling. Stiles' jaw dropped as he saw Derek-Frikin-Alpha-Werewolf-Hale sitting up in his bed and smirking at him, a shirtless Derek Hale. Derek continued to smirk at him and Stiles just stared at him stupidly.
"Stiles Stilinski speechless, i'll have to remember this one."
Stiles continued to gape up at Derek from the floor. What the hell was Derek doing IN HIS BED! Stiles did not remember consenting to that. Even if Derek looked really hot with his bed head, and his shirt off, and those beautifully well muscled arms had been wrapped around him, and... Derek and his hotness were moving again. Derek was slowly getting out of a sitting position. "Thanks God he's wearing sweats." Stiles thought as Derek swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, "That would have made this that much more awkward than it already is."
"I can still take them off."
Okay so maybe Stiles had said that out loud.
"Damn it!"
Derek laughed at Stiles' obvious discomfort and walked towards the younger boy. He leaned down until he was crouched right in front of Stiles, their heads on the same level. As Stiles' brain tried to understand what was going on and why the Hell Derek was so freaking close to him and god damn the man was attractive, Derek reached out and cupped Stiles' face. a flash of, oh god, was that caring, showed in Derek's eyes as he stared at Stiles.
"Why are you scared?" asked Derek, his voice soft.
Stiles just continued to stare at Derek in wonder. He had yet to figure out why Derek was A) touching him and B) being nice to him. He freaked out even more when Derek, apparently deciding that asking wasn't the way to get the boy to talk, leaned over and brushed his lips against Stiles' in the briefest of kisses. Stiles' mouth finally caught up.
"Oh my god that didn't just happen last night I just had a really nice dream and i'm still dreaming aren't I because no way you would have done any of that and oh my god we made out and you told me I was your mate and that you're in love with me and I love you too and now we're werewolf married and you're going to be way overprotective aren't you and it wasn't a dream was it."
At that point Derek cut Stiles off.
"Stiles calm down. It all happened. I love you."