AN: Hey guys! Just wanted to say thanks for all the alerts, favorites and reviews so far. Since I'm out of cookies at the moment, here's a naughty scene as a reward instead! ;)
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When Stiles awoke the next morning he found himself on the floor. He chuckled slightly as he imagined falling in the middle of the night. He stood, wincing from a small pain in his back but shook it off to go get ready for school.
In his bathroom he remembered a scene from the scary movie, which reminded him of the meeting with Derek, which he, surprisingly, had completely forgotten. He was happy for a moment with Derek's image in his mind, but then he became irritated when he couldn't get the images to leave. He wanted the memory of Derek to go away, to forget about the feelings he had for him. Things couldn't possibly go any further between them; it would only cause drama. And Stiles had already had enough of that in his life.
Derek was woken by the sun's rays gleaming through his bedroom window. He sat up in his bed, yawning as he stretched out his arms. A few minutes later, he heard Scott scurrying around outside, figuring that he was probably running late again.
"Bye, Derek!" he heard his brother yell from down the hall, listening as his frantic footsteps disappeared down the stairs.
Derek smiled, thankful that he didn't have to deal with getting up early and being on time anymore. It was one of the many perks of being homeschooled, which he'd been for the past two years. After the incident during his sophomore year, in which he almost ripped one of his fellow students' heads off (quite literally), the principal suggested that Derek's father consider homeschooling him, thinking it would be the best thing to do regarding his "anger issues".
He fell back down into his pillow, unable to help himself from smiling as memories from the previous day came flooding back.
Stiles found Scott in the hallway and jogged a few steps to catch up with him. "Hey Scott! Wait up!" He needed to mention Derek at some point today, to find out more about the mysterious enigma.
"Hey, what's up?" Scott asked as he turned towards his best friend, offering him a friendly smile.
"Nothing much," Stiles spoke a bit hurriedly. "Hey, listen, I've got a question," he continued on without a response from Scott. "Would you be mad at me if I asked Derek to hang out one night? Just the two of us? I don't want you to feel left out or excluded or anything."
Scott looked at him strangely, definitely not expecting the question he'd just heard. "Sure. I guess..." he replied, sounding a little confused.
He stayed quiet for a while as they continued walking down the hallway, seemingly pondering something.
"Hey Stiles," he began, turning towards him. "Did something happen yesterday that I should know about?"
"What? Yesterday?" Stiles moved his arms around wildly like he usually did. "What would make you think something happened?"
"Well, you practically disappeared. And the explanation you gave me was pretty dodgy," he said, wearing a serious look. "And now you guys are like, what, best friends all of a sudden?"
Stiles really hoped he hadn't hurt or offended Scott in anyway. He'd actually choose Scott over Derek any day. "Well," he started. "No. Look, Scott, if I don't get your permission to chill with your brother, I won't do it. I just assumed maybe it'd better asking you first, rather than completely ditching you."
"Nah man, it's cool," Scott said reassuringly. "I was just... I dunno. Confused. Derek doesn't really open up much, especially to new people. So the thought of you guys hanging out already just caught me a little off guard, I guess."
Stiles still couldn't help but to feel Scott was just trying to be nice. He didn't seem to be too comfortable with the situation. "You're more than welcome to join," he said slowly. In all honesty, he was kind of hoping Scott would decline, but it was still nice to offer.
"It's cool, really," Scott reassured him, adding a smile for good measure. "Want me to give you his number?"
"Yeah!" he said a bit too excitedly before adding a, "if you're one hundred percent sure you don't care."
"Okay seriously, stop. Before I hit you," Scott warned playfully, pulling out his phone from his pocket. "Alright. Sent."
Just then Allison came up from behind, covering Scott's eyes with her hands. "Guess who?" she asked happily, almost singing.
"Hmm... Tiffany?" Scott replied sarcastically, getting a jab in his arm.
"Who's Tiffany?" Allison pouted, folding her arms across her chest.
"Only the most beautiful girl in school," Scott told her, pressing his lips softly against hers. "And she also happens to be my girlfriend."
Allison smiled as the two of them began making out, completely oblivious to the fact that they were in a very public location. Just like they usually did.
"Guys, seriously, knock it off." Stiles used his hands to lightly push them away from one another. "The teachers are going to chew your heads off if you get caught. Again."
His phone vibrated, it was the text from Scott with Derek's number. He silently smiled to himself as he saved the number to his phone.
"You guys are disgusting," he laughed, turning his attention back to his two slobbering friends.
"Mr Stilinski," came the voice of Adrian Harris, Stiles' chemistry teacher who just so happened to hate his guts. "Please get Mr McCall and his girlfriend under control before I throw your sorry behind in detention."
Stiles' jaw dropped and he opened his palms out in front of himself. 'How the hell am I supposed to control them?' He gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes to the evil Mr Harris, glaring as he walked back into his classroom, "Thanks a lot, Scott!" Stiles complained, half teasing and half serious.
"Sorry..." Scott said apologetically, taking Allison's hand as he started leading her away. "I'll catch up with you later!"
"Yeah, whatever," he miffed as he pulled out his phone, starting a text to Derek. 'Hey Derek, it's Stiles.'
Derek was busy catching up on his assigned readings for English which he'd been neglecting the last couple of weeks when his phone vibrated on his desk. He placed his book aside and reached for his phone, thankful for the distraction. He smiled when he saw who the text was from, mentally cursing himself as soon as he realized he did.
'Hey. What's up?' he texted back, trying to sound casual.
'I'm just here at school, not doing much of anything,' Stiles answered back. He still stood in the hall from where Scott had left him and as he looked around he noticed the hallways were becoming empty as kids rushed their way to class. He looked back to his phone and nervously tapped his fingers against the key pad, hitting the buttons lightly but not pressing them. Nervously he chewed his lower lip before pressing the keys, 'are you busy?'
'Not really... Just catching up on some reading,' he began typing, when all of a sudden a thought popped into his head. 'Wait, where'd you get my number? Did Scott give it to you? Or are you stalking me? ;)'
'Oh, most definitely stalking you. :)' he typed. The late bell rang and he was the only one in the hallway. He quickly moved to the bathroom to avoid the patrolling security and teachers and focused on his phone again, 'No, I got it from Scott, but since you're not doing anything, how would you like to hang out?'
'What, right now?' Derek asked, a little surprised. 'Don't you have like class or something?'
'Are you kidding me? I'm dying to get out of here! Are you home? I can stop by and pick you up?' He couldn't believe he was honestly about go ditch school to hang out with his best friend's brother.
'Yeah, I'm at home,' Derek typed, smiling. He couldn't help but feel a little flattered that Stiles was willing to ditch school for him. 'Are you sure you won't get expelled or something, though? Scott would freak if I got you in trouble.'
'No one has to know. Besides, I don't mind skipping a few classes. I'm on my way.'
He poked his head out of the bathroom and looked both ways down the hall before sliding through the door and taking the back way to the side door. He glanced to each of the security cameras on the walls and tried to get by them without being noticed. His Jeep sat waiting in the parking lot for him to make his escape and go pick up Derek.
Derek found himself smiling again. This new friendship with Stiles was definitely going to be interesting.
About ten minutes later, he heard Stiles pull up outside. Luckily Scott's mom was working day shift today, so he wouldn't have to lie to her about why Stiles was skipping school to come pick him up. He made his way downstairs and out the front door, locking it behind him.
"Hey there," he said as he got in the passenger side of Stiles' Jeep, smiling at the younger teen.
"Hey!" He waited for Derek to buckle before starting the car. "Do me a favor and don't mention this to Scott, okay? I feel like he was hesitant about us hanging out together. I just don't want to upset him."
"Wait, does he know about yesterday?" Derek asked, looking a little confused.
"Well, no," he said, turning his head to check his blind spot. "But it is strange how close we've become so fast. Especially if you're looking in from the outside."
"I guess it is," Derek replied, pondering the notion. "So, what're we gonna do?"
"Hmm," Stiles hummed to himself. He hadn't really thought about it all that much. "Do you have any ideas?"
"I do, actually," Derek said, smiling seductively. He leaned closer towards Stiles, pressing his lips lightly against the younger teens'. The kiss was slow and careful at first, but it erupted into a frenzy of passion a few seconds later.
"Here?" Stiles said gasping for air between kisses and flailing his hands to put the car in park - just in case.
"Well, I don't see Scott around anywhere," he said teasingly, bringing their lips together once more.
Stiles flailed his way closer to Derek's seat, inhaling deeply through his nose. Were they really about to do... stuff? Right here in his Jeep? His brain panicked for a minute before relaxing and growing fuzzy upon feeling the warm smooth tip of Derek's tongue on his bottom lip. He let his lips part, begging for more as he closed his eyes gently.
Derek smiled into the kiss as Stiles allowed him entry. Their tongues danced together wildly, seeming to move in perfect harmony with one another while also fiercely battling for dominance at the same time. The older teen was completely beside himself with lust at this point as he started feeling Stiles up. His hands traveled all across the younger boy's body as he pressed them underneath his shirt, absolutely loving the feeling of his smooth skin.
Stiles shuddered as Derek's firm fingers pressed against his chest. He returned the favor, bringing his left hand to the nape of Derek's neck and his right to the rim of his pants, brushing his hip bone and the leather of his belt. 'Oh god,' Stiles thought to himself. 'Scott would totally kill me if he ever found out about this.'
The same notion suddenly popped into Derek's head as well. The two of them were fast approaching third base, and they were in a very public place right now. What if Scott decided to cut class too? Or if he got sent home for being sick or something? It was too big a risk, so he forced himself to pull away, practically gasping for air after their ravenous makeout session.
"Maybe this isn't the best place for this after all..." he told the younger boy, hoping he hadn't entirely killed the mood.
Stiles brought his brows together and sighed disappointedly. "What?" Then he realized as well that they were in plain view of pretty much every single passer-by. "Can we go somewhere else?" he asked eagerly, still feeling the arousal in his pants and desperately wanting to fix that.
Derek smiled at the hungry look on Stiles' face.
"My room okay?"
"Deal," he said as he took out the keys and practically bolted out the door.
Derek led the way up to his bedroom, and Stiles shut the door behind him as soon as he was inside as well. Derek pinned him up against the wooden surface, and continued the oral onslaught he had interrupted earlier. After fiercely making out for a few moments, Derek started trailing kisses across Stiles' cheek and down the side of his neck, leaving tiny little bites as he went. The soft moans escaping from Stiles' mouth served to feed his arousal all the more, and he literally tore the younger teen's shirt in two. His hands moved all across Stiles' body again, and he particularly loved the feel of the younger teen's back.
Stiles couldn't believe that Derek had just ripped his shirt like that, as if it were a piece of tissue paper. Was that even humanly possible? His mind snapped from the thought as he felt the older teen's teeth nibbling softly at his neck. "Holy shit," he couldn't help but stutter out breathlessly. His hand raked through Derek's hair as he pressed his head closer to his neck and helped guide it down to his collar bone. He shivered, eyes closed, as he felt his lover's teeth softly kneading his skin.
Derek loved the little moans escaping from Stiles' mouth. He continued planting tiny little bite-kisses all over the younger teen's chest and neck, slowly undoing the button on his jeans as he did so. He slipped his hands inside the now-loose material, groping Stiles' ass as he reconnected their lips once more. They kissed intensely, and the lust and passion emitted by the two would probably be enough to power a small country. Or at least make the inhabitants feel a little hot under the collar during the cold winter months.
Stiles broke away from the kisses at his neck and pushed Derek delicately onto the bed. With Derek sitting on the edge of the mattress, he rested his hands on the boy's knees and bent over slightly to suck at his lips. Stiles had to admit, a whole minute of standing over Derek like that really bothered his legs. He lowered himself to his knees, his head level with Derek's stomach. He looked into his eyes to ask for permission for what he was about to do.
Derek couldn't help but smile at Stiles' request for permission, which also sufficed as an answer to the younger boy. One he was clearly hoping to receive.
He lowered his head between Derek's parted knees, lightly kissing his erection through his jeans while moving his hands up to undo the button and fumble at the zipper. With the zipper down, Derek's hardened member was more easily accessible, just the thin material of his underwear blocking Stiles' way. He applied multiple kisses again, taking his time. With an impatient grunt from the boy above him he curled his fingers under the waistband of the material and tugged it down, fully exposing his throbbing manhood. He lowered his head and slowly licked the entire length of the shaft, looking up through his lashes to see the look on Derek's face as he did so.
Derek moaned lightly as Stiles' tongue caressed his hardened member. He was growing kind of impatient, however, wanting nothing more than to feel the warmth of Stiles' mouth wrapped around his length.
"Stop teasing," he begged in an almost painful moan, staring back into Stiles' puppy-like eyes.
Stiles huffed a laugh, pleased that his little game had worked. After a few teasing licks at Derek's head, finally took it into his mouth. He rolled his tongue over the mushroom-like organ until he had to bring his mouth away for a gulp of air. He let his own spit and Derek's pre-cum slide from his lip and roll down his chin as he looked up at his lover once more.
Derek moaned in pleasure as Stiles withdrew his mouth from his member, making a slight popping sound. The sudden rush of cold air was in complete contrast with the incredibly warm feeling of Stiles' mouth, though, and sent an unpleasant shiver down Derek's spine.
"Please don't stop," he said, almost begging. "Your mouth feels so good."
Stiles giggled, returning his mouth to its previous position. He tried taking the full length, but this proved to be impossible. His gag reflex kicked in, causing him to pull back a little. He started moving his head back and forth at a steady pace, doing what came naturally to him. And even though this was the first blowjob he'd ever given, he knew that he was doing a pretty good job, judging from the moans of pleasure escaping out of Derek's mouth. He pulled away a few minutes later, not wanting Derek to finish just yet. "You can't be greedy here, 'ya know. I'll need something in return," he grinned, winking seductively at the boy above him.
Derek grinned as Stiles rose to bring their lips together once more. Derek could actually taste his own precum in Stiles' mouth, which only served to arouse him all the more. He swapped positions with Stiles, pushing the younger teen down onto the bed, immediately making his way down to his still-clothed erection. He curled his fingers underneath Stiles' pants, pulling it off together with his underwear in one fell sweep.
He licked his lips hungrily as Stiles' erection sprang to life before him, standing at a proud six and a half inches. He wrapped his hand around the shaft, lightly pumping the hardened member up and down while seductively licking at Stiles' slit. He put the head into his mouth and slowly made his way further down, stopping the pumping motion with his hand when he ran out of room. Truth be told, Derek had absolutely no idea what he was doing, so he just followed his instincts. Which seemed to be working quite well.
He started sucking on Stiles' member, slowly pulling his head upwards before moving back down again. He continued this until he was successfully able to deep-throat the younger teen without triggering his gag reflex, actually loving the feeling of Stiles' head poking at the back of his throat. He started to build up a steady rhythm, increasing the speed of his bobbing while also rubbing his left hand up and down is own member. He felt as Stiles' dick started to convulse in his mouth, which, together with the very loud moans he was emitting, led him to believe that the younger teen was very close to blowing his load.
Stiles clenched Derek's sheets in his hands as he arched his back upwards, painting the back of Derek's throat with his orgasm. He moaned out in pleasure as he ejected load after load of his salty-sweet essence into the older teen's mouth. He fell back onto the bed in exhaustion, after experiencing what was definitely the most intense orgasm of his life.
"Holy god, Derek," Stiles whispered, completely out of breath, "you must get a lot of practice, huh?"
Derek grinned at Stiles' comment. He wasn't about to tell him that this was actually his first time with another guy. He crawled over the exasperated teen and brought their lips together once more, allowing Stiles a taste of his own essence. As they continued to make out, Derek started rubbing his agonizingly hard member against Stiles' entrance, wanting nothing more than to place it inside of him. Stiles didn't seem to make any objections, so Derek continued what he was doing, using his precum as a lubricant. He positioned his head at Stiles' entrance, slowly pushing it inside.
Stiles let out a slight yelp at the intrusion, but he definitely didn't want Derek to stop. He wanted to feel Derek inside of him so badly. Derek continued to push in further, pausing for a moment when his entire eight-inch length was engulfed by Stiles' anal confines. He pulled back ever so slowly, pushing back in right as he was about to pull out. He started building up a steady rhythm, and Stiles' cries of pain soon turned to screams of pleasure as Derek finally found his prostate. After a few minutes of pure bliss for the both of them, Stiles spillt yet another load onto his stomach, and Derek emptied himself inside of the younger teen. He pulled out and rolled over next to him, the both of them completely spent.
Stiles lay still, breathing heavily in ecstasy. "God," he mumbled. "Oh my god." His hand fell to the blanket and he brushed past his own cum. "Oh, um, I'm sorry," he said guiltily for messing up Derek's blankets.
Derek let out a chuckle. He couldn't believe Stiles was actually apologizing for getting some of his jizz on his blankets. "It's fine," he said reassuringly. "Now I'll have something to remember you by."
Stiles laughed. "I'm flattered, but I really hope you plan on washing them!" he chuckled again.
Derek smiled at the younger teen before he was startled by a knock at the door.
"Derek?" he heard his brother's voice from right outside the room. "Is Stiles with you?"
"Oh shit," Derek whispered, looking over at Stiles. "What should I tell him?"
"Dammit!" Stiles hissed. "Is school over already?" He glanced at the digital clock beside the bed. He jumped up and began dressing himself. "Shit! Open a window, Derek, it smells in here! Go outside and tell him I left or something! No, wait, my car is here. Uhh," he flailed his hands about. "Make something up, tell him I'm studying!"
Derek couldn't help but chuckle at Stiles freaking out like that. He was practically running around the room like a headless chicken.
"Hold on, I'll be there in a sec," Derek called out to Scott as he pulled on his pants.
He opened his window as wide as he could at Stiles' request before making his way over to the door, completely forgetting his lack of shirt.
"What's up?" Derek asked as he opened the door to greet his rather inquisitive-looking brother.
Scott raised an eyebrow at Derek's naked torso before opening his mouth to speak. "Is Stiles in here with you? His Jeep is parked outside."
"Uh, yeah. He's studying," Derek told him, trying his best to sound believable.
"Studying?" Scott asked unconvinced, glancing inside his brother's room. He found Stiles sitting at Derek's desk, his nose buried in one of Derek's textbooks. He looked at Derek's bed, noticing the complete state of chaos it was in, and glanced back at Derek's naked torso before looking his brother in the eyes once more. "Uh huh," he stated nonchalantly, turning around and walking towards his own room.
"Uhm, I think he knows," Derek told Stiles as soon as Scott was out of sight, turning to the younger teen.
"Of course he knows, Derek!" Stiles hissed, "I'll be right back, I'm going to go talk to him." Stiles stood from the desk and jogged out the door, catching Scott in the hallway. "Hey, Scott! I was going to study in your room, but Derek insisted I come into his, 'ya know, and not die from silence and boredom."
"And what exactly were you studying? Biology?" Scott said sarcastically, turning to face his best friend. "It looks like Derek helped you out with some practical examples as well."
Stiles' jaw fell. "What exactly are you implying, Scott?"
"I'm not implying anything," he stated bluntly. "What you two do is none of my business. But I guess a warning would have been kind of nice." Scott sounded kind of mad now. And a little bit hurt.
"Some kind of warning? Some kind of warning that what? I left school and studied with Derek? Who is older, by the way, so I figured he'd be able to help me."
"A warning that you were planning on sleeping with my brother, Stiles!" Scott erupted, his best friend's lies finally sending him over the edge. "And then you have the nerve to lie to me about it? I thought we were friends!"
"Yes, Scott, okay!" Stiles shouted. "I lied!" He opened his arms and gestured to Scott. "Because I knew that you would act like this!" He sighed. "Besides, it just happened," he tried to defend himself, emphasizing the word 'just'. "Was I supposed to stop and invite you over to watch? Or maybe chase you down right afterwards just to tell you the news?" He was sure Derek had heard the argument, but he was glad that he hadn't stepped in to say something yet.
"You know what? Screw you, Stiles!" Scott shouted back angrily. "Or better yet, go screw Derek again!" And with that, he turned around and stormed down the hallway, slamming his bedroom door behind him.
"Come on, Scott!" he shouted at the closed door. He wasn't expecting Scott to be totally fine with what happened, but he definitely thought that he had blown things out of proportion. "Whatever," he mumbled as he started walking back to Derek's room. He didn't look at him, he didn't even speak at first; he just walked to the desk and slumped into the chair and sighed. He was upset with the mess he'd just created. He remembered when he and Scott had made the promise of 'never letting a love life get between them' as children, and Stiles felt guilty for breaking that promise. Especially since he hadn't even known Derek for more than two days. "What have I done?" he grumbled to himself, shaking his head.
"That went well," Derek said jokingly from the edge of his now-made bed. "Are you okay?" he asked Stiles after a few seconds of silence, a little more concerned this time.
"No, Derek, I'm not okay. Scott freaking hates me right now. I can't live with that." He pressed his fingertips to his forehead and sighed.
"He doesn't hate you," Derek said reassuringly, walking over towards the younger teen. He wrapped his arms around his neck from behind, and placed a light kiss on his cheek before asking: "Do you want me to go talk to him?
"If you have a death wish, sure." He sighed. "I just don't think he forgives easily. Maybe I should head home." He subtly shrugged from Derek's grip, not wanting to make matters worse.
Derek looked sad. "Does this mean I can't see you anymore?" he asked the younger teen, dreading the answer.
"No, of course not," Stiles shook his head. "That's not what I meant." He placed a hand on Derek's shoulder. "I'd love to see you again. Let's just," he paused for a few moments to try and find the right words. "Give it a few days, 'ya know? I'll try talking to Scott at school tomorrow, and hopefully once he can forgive us both, we'll be fine."
Derek gave a relieved smile. He wasn't exactly thrilled about not being able to see his newfound lover for a few days, but at least he wasn't breaking up with him. "Alright," he told the younger teen, hoping that he and Scott would be able to reconcile soon. "I'll walk you outside."
"Maybe I should walk out alone?" Stiles suggested carefully. "Things still seem a bit heated right now, okay?"
Derek sighed. "Can I at least get a goodbye kiss?" he asked, smiling seductively.
"You're going to purposely make this hard for me, aren't you?" Stiles whispered, swinging his body towards Derek and placing a kiss on his lips.
Derek smiled into the kiss, lingering longer than usual since he knew that this might be the last one for a while. "Of course," he replied confidently. "I have to make sure you know exactly what you're missing out on."
Stiles laughed. "Trust me, I know," he winked before disappearing from the room. Out in the hall he looked sadly to Scott's shut door. He considered knocking on it, but he had no idea what he'd say, so he walked silently down the stairs and headed towards his car.
Derek looked out the window when he heard Stiles' Jeep start up, watching as he drove off. He fell back down on his bed and allowed his eyes to fall shut, even though it wasn't even 4 PM yet. His and Stiles' sexual encounter had completely exhausted him, apparently.
He woke up a few hours later, hearing some loud voices down the hallway. He stood up and leaned against the door frame, making sure to stay out of sight while also assuming a better listening position.
"What the hell, Scott?" he heard Melissa ask, her voice filled with anger. "You can't just leave."
"It's not that big a deal," Scott told her, comparatively calmer than his mother.
"Yes, it is!" she retorted, raising her voice even higher. "Does Chris even know about this?"
"Of course," Scott replied. "Please, mom. Calm down. It'll only be for a couple of days. Two weeks tops. Promise."
Melissa sighed dejectedly at her son's words, realizing that she wasn't going to be able to reason with him. His mind was already made up. "Fine. Just... Behave."
Derek imagined Scott smiling at his mother in response. He heard the sound of someone zipping up a suitcase, followed by a pair of footsteps making their way downstairs. Derek decided to follow suit, wanting to know what was going on. He stood at the top of the staircase and watched Scott give his mom a goodbye hug before heading outside.
"Is Scott going somewhere?" Derek asked Melissa, slowly making his way downstairs as well.
"Yeah, he's going to stay at Allison's for a couple of days," she told him, offering him a friendly smile.
"Did he say why?" Derek asked again, unable to completely disguise the worry in his voice.
"He said something about a science project, but I didn't really buy it," she replied, a slight frown appearing on her face. "You two didn't have a fight, did you?"
"No," Derek told her. "We actually haven't spoken at all today."
Melissa just nodded as she started making her way towards the kitchen. "Dinner will be ready in a few."
Derek made his way back up to his room, grabbing his phone from his bedside table and starting a text to Stiles.
'So I think Scott really hates me. He just left to go stay with his girlfriend for "a couple of days".'
He sent the text and fell back against his pillows as a wave of guilt came flooding over him. Did he really just lose his brother?
Stiles couldn't believe the text message, it made him angry. Scott got upset and ran away, how childish. 'Great…' he texted back, not really knowing what else to say. He picked his phone back up and started a text to Scott. 'Look, I'm sorry about what happened today.' He wasn't expecting a reply, but at least he tried. He wondered if Scott would be childish enough to not even show up to school the next day.
Derek read Stiles' text and threw his phone to the side of his bed, sighing into his pillows. Why did everything have to be so fucking complicated? He eventually fell asleep again, reliving the absolutely amazing experience he had with Stiles earlier that day.
Stiles replayed the day's events in his mind as well. It got him all hot and bothered and he tried relieving himself from some of this built-up tension, but the thought of an angry Scott that creeped its way into his head completely killed the mood. He sighed dejectedly as he fell into his pillows, eventually drifting off to sleep.
