Ones Who Run

Summary: Could be counted as three drabbles slightly joined together or it could be a story. Stiles doesn't seem to notice that Derek likes him so Scott tries to help out. Spoilers up to the end of season 2?

Warnings: bit angsty, rated M, Slash male on male.

PunkIggy:Yes Papa Stilinski is a massive cockblock haha you gotta love him though!

Demonmaster9090: I squealed when I read your review. I wasn't sure about my writing but I'm glad for the reassurance. I'm glad you liked it.
MentToBeForever: I was grinning like an idiot when i wrote it.


"Dad!" Stiles wailed as he jumped off of Derek's lap hitting his back on the wall. The blush on his face and neck was furiously bright. He felt like he was on fire and that he was going to die a very painful and embarrassing death. His first kiss, make-out, anything sexual and his Dad walks it on him. That's only meant to happen in movies! And he caught him with Derek-freaking-Hale. Things like this could only happen to him. You could literally see the clogs turning in the Sheriffs brain trying to understand what he just witnessed. Was he son gay? But he couldn't be they already talked about this. Yeah his son questioned how his dad didn't think he was gay but still (and seemed slightly offended)! How did Derek get in? He should start locking his son's window. Maybe put bars on it. Why was his son with Derek? He seemed to hate him, plus he is much older than him. And what about Lydia? The girl who had loved for the past ten years even though she constantly rejected him.

Derek was sat deadly still he hands resting in his lap to hide his arousal, unable to speak out of the fear of being out of place. The last time he liked someone she used him and killed his family.
"Both of you put your shirts on and calm down… when you're ready I want to see both of you downstairs, I'm putting on the kettle" Sheriff Stilinski instructed firmly before he closed the door. Neither of them moved until they heard his footsteps dying down in sound as he went down the stairs, each one creaked a little as he did. Stiles clambered into the bathroom knocking down at least three things on his way to splash water on his face, strongly believing it would turn to steam as soon as it touches his face. He breathed heavily as he splash the clear cold water on his face, sighing before he lifted his head and looked in the mirror a loud gasp escaping his throat.

"Wha?" He pondered as he stretched his skin and poked at it. No pain.
"Werewolf saliva…it heals" Derek inputted from inside Stiles' room as he pulled on his black shirt and let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, even though they weren't in the same room Derek knew Stiles would be shocked. 'Oh.' Stiles thought to himself as he began counting and breathing to calm himself down, his Dad wouldn't kill him, nope…he would kill Derek!

After about ten minutes, Stiles stared at Derek with questioning eyes before he made his way downstairs slowly.

"Sit" Papa Stilinski ordered calmly as he passed them both a cup of warm hot chocolate, one in a plain blue cup and the other in a white and red striped cup. Derek's eyebrow lifted in confusion, why the hell would he want hot chocolate?! He is a young adult and not female, he didn't like sweet stuff…must be a family thing when they talk about heartfelt stuff.
"So how long has this been going on? And what is this? Casual or dating? And what are your intentions with my son are you just here to break his heart?" He began his interrogation going straight into Father Mode,occasionally giving Derek a cold stare whilst he son fiddled with his own fingers and stared at his feet.

"Dad…really? We're not criminals! I'm a horny teenage boy! And if you must know it started when you walked in so no we haven't discussed anything yet. For all I know Derek could be possessed or drunk. And it's got to be one of them because he has never shown interest in me before, plus you've probably scared him off now! Thanks you've done your job as my Dad" Stiles rambled with the blush still evident on his cheeks. If only they could take a photo of Stiles' fathers face, the shock was too hilarious.

Derek felt a grin tugging at his lips in spite of himself. Stiles was like a six week old puppy/kitten all the charm and no inhibitions. He always said exactly what he was thinking at the moment even if it completely contradicted what he just said the moment before but every he did came from the heart.

Stiles doesn't know what to do. It's not like he hasn't been in love before (Lydia, who he still wasn't over…more heartbroken). It's not like he never had a crush. But never before he had fallen in love with a man. Sure he wasn't exactly straight as a ruler more like one of those bendy ones.

Sheriff Stilinski sighed as he drank the rest of his hot drink then rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"Fine. I want you to have some honour and ask my permission for you to date my son" He bargained as he made eye contact with Derek. Stiles' mouth was agape with fear and shock that his father would say that.

"Dad, Dad, DAD! No-no NO. This isn't the 50's, please don't do this, we're not getting married and that's not because its illegal here it's because we haven't even started dating yet!" Stiles pleaded as he leant over the table, desperation in his eyes and voice. His father was silent…waiting. Derek cleared his throat.
" Sheriff Stilinski may I have your blessing to date your charming son who never shuts up?" Derek asked with all of his suave but in his body language you could tell he was awkward. The older Stilinski chuckled before he nodded and began to make his way upstairs stopping in the middle.
"Sleep well boys and next time Stiles don't be so loud" He yawned then carried on towards his room, closing the door behind him. Stiles was still leaning on the table his mouth opening and closing like a fish.
"Could that have been more embarrassing?" Stiles wailed erupting a chuckled from the man next to him.

"Come with me" Derek stated as he grabbed Stiles hand leading him towards the door. The younger boys' eyebrows were furrowed in confusion as the werewolf forced him to put on shoes.

The woods were interesting at night; he'd never noticed that before. Owls were sending their mournful, haunting cries through the trees, and mice scuttled away from his feet. The air was colder in patches, as it froze first in the hollows and dips of wood. He found it easy to move silently through the leaf litter with Derek; it was just a matter of being careful where he stepped.

Obviously he was moving too slowly because Derek lifted him on to his back as he used his wolf speed to zip through the woods, it was thrilling, exciting...different. Stiles had only just begun to get use to the were-wolfness of everyone. It hurt him that he was human…weak. He had the choice to take the bite but he didn't and he has reasons for that but at times he questions what they are.

They stopped at a cliff that over looked a lake. It was beautiful, peaceful, calming. Derek sat down watching the stars whilst Stiles lay in between his legs, at first uncomfortable he had never been intimate with someone, sure he'd joked around with Scott but it wasn't the same and he wasn't really entirely sure if Derek liked to be touched. He was stiff for awhile as he sat there until Derek wrapped his arms around Stiles' shoulders resting his hands on his chest. They lay like that for what felt like forever but probably wasn't longer than half an hour. Stiles' clumsy hands fumbled with Derek's button on his jeans. Frightened. Unable to undo the button Derek stopped him confusion written on his face.

"What are you doing?" He question as he pulled Stiles' hands towards his face and placed chaste kisses on them.
"I…um…thought you might wanna …" Stiles whispered as he couldn't look in Derek's eyes. The older man shook his head and pulled him into a hug. He loved Stiles' aroma , he only wished he could smell it every single second of the day. Derek smiled down at Stiles with the sweetest grin ever seen on the face of the earth. Stiles met Derek's eyes. Ice cold blue on Chocolate warm brown. Stiles' leaned up and kissed Derek gently on the mouth. It was gentle, yet forceful. A kiss like he meant it.

The younger boy in between his legs with his head on his chest began to slowly fall into a slumber, mumbling as he did.

Doesn't even shut up when he sleeps.

The orangey ray ofSunlight shone through the curtains flashing onto his small body highlighting the pale boys' features as stirring him from his sleep.

"I didn't fall asleep here" he grumbled as he rubbed his eyes and rolled over also noticed how he was alone in his room. With a sigh Stiles stood up before he grabbed some clothes than consisted of a red hoodie ,a black shirt and dark blue jeans and headed to the bathroom to have a shower.

"Dude, why do you look so angry?" Scott asked as he walked through the school corridors sniffing every once in awhile.

"Urgh, it's just Derek he is such an ass" Stiles groaned flailing his in the process. Scott nodded in agreement letting the conversation drop as they walked into the

Science room.
"Why do you smell of Derek!" Scott begged for an answer in confusion and frustration as they sat down next to each other at there desks. Since he got in the car with Stiles' he had smelt it but he put it down to Derek bleeding in the car so much but when it followed Stiles he tried to picture scenarios and he just couldn't. Stiles blushed furiously as he fell back into himself.

"You know, sometimes I really begin to question this "friendship. Why would you even ask that question? He likes to hurt me."

Stupid Mr Harris began rambling on about sciencey stuff, probably even said something about Stiles' stupidity but he wasn't listening.
He is just so confused. His head. His thoughts. They just focus on Derek, Derek, Derek. What has this man has done to him? It was already hard enough trying to concentrate in school!

Stiles' nails bite into his arms, shoulders, dig into his flesh or claw across it. He tears into Derek as surely as Derek splits him open in his own way, pushing inside Stiles' body.

'Oh God, I'm getting hard' Stiles mentally screamed as his knuckles turned white when he was gripping the table. Stiles excused himself even though Mr Harris protested, he would get a detention either way. The young boy ran to the bathroom swift fully making sure he didn't make too much noise. He locked the cubicle door and placed the toilet lid down before he sat on it and took a heavy breath filled with pity and arousal.

He careful unzipped his jeans making sure he was quiet. After all anyone could be in the bathroom. His movements became more frantic. He wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and started pumping in a quick motion. He let all sorts of scenarios flicker in and out of his mind. Things he wanted Derek to do…Things he wanted to do to Derek. Biting on his pink bottom lip to muffle his moans he lifted his hips off of the seat he had taken and thrust into his right hand. He let the other hand wander on his inner thigh imagining that being Derek's hand instead of his own. He came a few moments later with a contented sigh and pulled his jeans back up and fastened them. Unlocking the cubicle he made sure no one was in the room before he washed his hands away of the evidence.

It was just past ten pm and all was silent in the Stilinski household. Stiles' was reading for bed but unable to sleep; he just lay on his sheets contemplating everything that went wrong in the day. He jacked of in school, lied to his best friend and couldn't concentrate at all so he got a few detentions. With a frustrated huff Stiles stood up in one swift motion and began pacing in his room(probably annoying his father). Did he really think now that Derek had admitted he liked him there relationship would be perfect and he wouldn't think of Lydia? He did. And he was sooo far from right it was unbelievable. All of the day he couldn't stop thinking of Derek but Lydia kept popping up too and when he say her he nearly broke down into tears. It was going to be impossible.

The next thing he knew he was pinned up against his door by familiar warmth.
"Derek…still human soo it still hurts" Stiles grunted before his lips were met by the man above him.
"I'm sorry…had to make sure…you were okay" Derek gasped in between kisses.
"Okay from what?" Stiles pondered pushing Derek off of him so he could get an answer, but still gripping his body near.
"From the Alphas" Derek replied bluntly before nibbling on the younger boys ear lobe.

"Can a man not get any rest around here?!" An angry voice bellowed from a few doors down, frightening the couple into a frozen stance.


So what do you think? Sorry if it's bad and sorry it took so long for so little. Trying to add a little plot to it but it may ruin it .
Stranger x