"Derek?" He slurred, and giggled into the phone.

"Ugh Stiles?"

The alpha heard Stiles saying goodbye to someone, then the loud sound of music drifted farther away.

"Stiles?" He asked again, amused by the drunken boy. "Hello?"

"Oh Derek right," He laughed for a second, " I forgot you called."

"I didn't call you." The wolf was annoyed, despite the laugh building in his chest. Stiles was incredibly confused on what was happening. Why was Derek on the phone? He sat against his Jeep, tossing his keys in one hand. Up then down, up then down. It made him dizzy, but he continued watching them rise and fall. Suddenly, he felt like he was going to...

"Stiles!" Derek growled.

"Oh shit, I forgot I was on the phone." He snapped back to reality. His stomach still a bit uneasy.

"Why did you call me?"

Stiles thought hard. Tossing the keys once more. Derek could hear the metal jingle together through the phone, and wondered how safe it was for him to be driving. He tossed them a little higher, and they fell to the floor. Bending down to pick them up, he realized just how drunk he was.

"I need a ride." He urged.

"Do you even know where you are?"

"I think I might, well actually, uh I see a house. A lot of houses. That one has a garden, but no. I don't."

"Ask someone then." Derek smirked.

Stiles looked around, He didn't really see anyone. Except for a few boys playing basketball across the street. He called them over. It took twenty minutes for Stiles to get to the point, and ask for directions.

It was a little after 10 when Derek climbed in his car. He drove out of the woods, through town, and into a maze of high-end track homes. His senses heightened at his command. There was the sound of the party. The smell of alcohol, sweat, throw up, perfume. A flurry of strong, overwhelming scents; and then Stiles. It was defiantly him, though he was drenched in a hot waft of rum. Derek made a left, falling his nose. As he pulled up, Stiles was sitting against his Jeep. There were a couple of boys standing next to him, watching as he slumped over. He was going to throw up. Derek climbed out of the Camaro.

"Get the hell out of here." He waved his arms at the kids.

"Derek!" Stilinski smiled up at him, hands resting on his knees. The boys looked at Derek then Stiles.

"Uhm Mr. Stilinski?" one of them questioned.

"Ben! This is Derek! Derek this is my friend Ben and Shane and Alex." He smiled, pointing to the three boys.

"Actually my name is Shaun, not Shane." The youngest one said.

"Why are you drunk, hanging out with a group of kids?" Derek walked over cautiously, crossing his arms.

"Well I was just trying to tell them why going to party's is bad. But after I told them about all the loud music, and alcohol and women they still didn't get it. So I said that people get really drunk, like throw up drunk. Like me." He looked up slightly, flashing a half smile. His hands were still on his knees, and Derek could smell the vomit salivate in his mouth.

"Seriously, you three should get out of here." He said, closing the space between him and Stiles.

"Bye Mr. Stilinski!" They each said.

"Wait! you guys promised we would play basketball after I threw up!" He laughed. But they were in the safety of their home before the sentenced sputtered from his lips. Derek shook his head as he put Stiles in the back seat.

"I want to be in the front, I'm not a little kid. I don't want to be back here." He fought.

"You just... really need to lie down."

Once he snuggled up to the cushioned leather, he didn't dare moving. They drove for a couple minutes before Stiles' mumbling was replaced with steady breaths. Derek pulled up to the Stilinski house, and put the car in park.

"Come on, time to get up." Stiles opened his eyes to Derek pulling open the passenger seat. He didn't remember falling asleep.

"I can't be here, my dad is home. He thinks I'm with Scott." He leaned out of the door from the back seat.

"Not my problem." The alpha rolled his eyes.

Before Stiles could argue, he threw up on the pavement. Derek jumped back and stared angrily at the boy. At least he managed to get it all on the floor and not the car. Stiles climbed out of the back seat.

"Thanks." He said, stumbling up his driveway. It took a minute before Derek gave in.

"Hey wait, I guess you can stay at my house tonight. But you're going to owe me," Derek pushed the passenger seat of the Camaro back, allowing Stiles to slide in next to him,"Big time."

"Thank you, seriously I'll do anything." He muttered. Placing his warm hands on his cold red cheeks.

They drove for a while in silence.

"Does this radio work?" Stiles said, reaching for the dash.

"No. Don't touch it." Immediately, he snatched his hand back. Causing Derek to smile at his obedience.

"How is Scott getting home?"

"Oh well, he hooked up with Allison tonight. I don't know what he expected me to do. I'd figured I could park down the street and sleep in my car." Stiles said, focusing on everything other than what he was saying.

"Well I could drive you to get your Jeep in the morning, and then I need a few favors." Derek turned the car, headlights revealing the burnt house.

Stiles wondered if Derek's bed was burnt too, or if maybe he just slept on the floor. He opened his door and got out, but immediately fell against the side of the car and threw up.

"Fucks sake Stiles, how much did you drink?" Derek was concerned.

"Well you know, go big or go home." He breathed, before more vomit poured out of him.

"Actually I don't. As a werewolf I know my limits." He said, grabbing Stiles under the arms and helping him to the house. It was freezing inside. Stiles was half walking and half being dragged to Derek's couch. He laid down and immediately threw up on the burnt wood floor.

"God Dammit Stiles! You're never staying here again."

"I'm sorry I just-" He fell off the couch, barely catching himself from falling in the puke.

Derek hadn't noticed that Stiles was beyond too big to sleep there. He should make him stay on the couch, but seeing him on his hands and knees staring down at his own throw up, he gave in. They walked up stairs to the only room with a bed. Derek put a trashcan on one side, and left the room. Stiles looked around, taking off his shirt and belt. The room was pretty nice, and looked stable, for being burnt. The comforter was white, and there were four white pillows propped against the head board. Stiles lied down, and Derek returned with a glass of water. He placed it on the night stand.

"Thanks." Stiles said, grabbing the glass. Derek noticed the shirt and belt lying in the middle of the floor, but disregarded it.

"Are you wearing you're shoes.. on my bed!?" Stiles shook his head, setting the water down. Derek pulled the covers off, revealing mud on his white sheets.

"I'm tired of your shit Stilinski."

Stiles held up one foot, and the werewolf glared at him.

"Take off your own shoes." He walked to the other side of the bed, and took off his belt and shirt.

"You should have a drink," Stiles struggled with the left shoe," You're too serious." The right fell to the wood floor.

"You're not even old enough to drink." Derek pulled off his jeans, and walked to a dresser. Taking out two pairs of flannel pajama pants, and handing one to Stiles.

"Well I'm the Sheriff's son, and I gave an order. Go get a drink." Stiles sat back, hands behind his head.

"I'm an alpha, which means I don't take orders," He threw the pajamas at Stiles," from anyone."

They both slipped into the comfortable pants and lied down.

"Besides," Derek put his hands behind his head, lying on his back like Stiles was," Isn't the Sheriff's son supposed to be a good kid?"

"What are you talking about? I'm a good kid." Stiles was shocked.

"Lets see. The Sheriff's son is underage, drunk, and in a werewolves' bedroom. Does that sound right to you?"

"I am not drunk! I hold my alcohol fine." He smiled, turning on his side to face Derek.

"You're like a god damn sprinkler." Stiles laughed into the air, causing Derek to smile. "

Maybe I could use a drink." He walked out of the room and returned with two glasses and a bottle of what Stiles made out to be bourbon.

Derek sat at the foot of the bed, pouring one glass and handing it to Stiles.

"Cheers."

They polish off the bottle, and Derek walks down stairs to put the glasses away. When he comes back in the room, there is a fat smile plastered on Stiles' face.

"What are you doing? What kind of face is that?" Derek laughs, sitting on his half of the bed which Stiles has completely invaded.

"How do you get these?" He puts one hand on Derek's stomach, marveling at the muscles.

"Well," Derek stands up, every word is a laugh," this doorway is a lot of help." He puts his hands on the door frame, doing a perfect set of pull-ups. Stiles stares at him, amazed.

"That doesn't, that doesn't look that hard!" Stiles walks over, half stumbling. He places both hands on the door frame, just as Derek did, and takes a deep breath. He pulls up once, and Derek raises an eyebrow. As he goes to pull up a second time, his arms quiver and he hits the ground. He curls up and laughs into the wood floor. Derek falls with him, gripping his muscles as he explodes. The forest stirs for a moment as their laughs penetrate the still air outside.

"Stiles you- ahaha- you- haha- oh my god." They laugh even harder. Stiles jumped up, running his fingers through his hair.

"Well we can't all be werewolves!" He joked, throwing his arms up in the air.

"You make it sound like being a werewolf isn't cool." Derek smirked, stepping closer to Stiles.

"Yeah its cool, of course. I mean you have these abs," He looked down putting his hand close to Derek's stomach," and I'm sure you get lots and lots of girls. But I bet keeping up this act of being the big bad wolf must get tiring." Derek's face was blank. Stiles didn't buy it for a second, he knew Derek had a soft side.

"These abs are great." Derek ran his hand over them, to the waist of his pajamas. He slides in one finger, then steps closer to Stiles.

"The girls are even better." He puts his hands on the boys shoulders.

"But believe me Stiles, I am a big. bad. wolf." He picked Stiles up, throwing him over his broad shoulders. Stiles howled.

"Put me down! Jesus I believe you, now put me down." He pleaded. Derek threw him on the bed, and let out a small growl. Stiles shook his head, eyes wide.

"So you can throw me over your shoulders. Big whoop. Really, I'm terrified." Stiles smiled from the bed.

"You should be." Derek grinned, liking where this was going. Stiles saw the playfulness in his eye, and tried to back away, but it was too late. In one swift move, Derek had grabbed his leg and had him over his shoulders again.

"You're light as hell Stilinski!"

"I'm gonna throw up on you!" Stiles warned, but the wolf took lightly to the threat.

Derek pinned Stiles to a wall, holding his wrist tight to the burnt wood. He leaned in close, putting his nose on Stiles' neck. His breath was so warm on the boy's skin, and it tickled slightly. He smells so fine, Derek thought, like honey. He released a tiny growl, then bit lightly on Stilinski's neck. He was only kidding those times that he said he'd rip Stiles' throat out with his teeth, but now it didn't seem like such a bad idea. He put his nose above Stiles' ear, letting his lips rest there.

"A very big, and very bad wolf." Derek let go, realizing what being in heat had done.

"Stiles I'm seriously, I just don't know why I-" Stiles was against him, kissing his lips. He laced his fingers into the wolf's hair, and licked his neck. But Derek gently pushed him away.

"Stiles you're drunk. I don't want you to do anything regretful. I mean, I didn't think that you liked guys." He stood back more. Stiles had been so caught up in the kissing, that he had never made note that those gentle lips and vicious teeth were Derek Hale's.

"Holy shit. Derek I'm not... Wow we really did just-. Its just that, I'm not gay." He looked at Derek, whose eyes were wide with knowledge.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?!" Stiles said, anger clear on his face.

"Its just that, I can feel your heartbeat-"

"Yeah you're a wolf, I haven't forgotten yet, okay?" Stiles paced the room.

Derek rolled his eyes. "I can feel your heartbeat, and you were lying."

"I was lying? How was I lying?! I don't look at guys like th-" Stiles swallowed hard.

"You're still lying." Derek said, sitting on the bed.

"So what do I do. I don't know how to be gay! Oh god I should call Danny tomorrow, maybe he knows what to do. I can't be gay though, what about Lydia!? Do I have to change how I dress? I like my style, its comfortable. What do you think? Should I-" Then Stiles' head started spinning, and he reached for the trashcan by the bed. Derek waited for him to finish before lying him down.

"I think that you should sleep." He urged, and when Stiles finally agreed, the wolf shut off the light. Lying awake on his half of the bed.

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