Derek let out a quiet sigh of relief when the Teacher didn't leave enough time at the end of class for the groups to pair off and discuss the project.

As the bell rang he elegantly shoved his things into his bag as he tried to sneak out of the room.

His sense of victory was short lived however as halfway down the hall he heard his name being called from behind him. He reluctantly stopped cold in his tracks as he turned towards the sound.

"Wow, you're fast dude." Stiles huffed slightly out of breath clutching his chest dramatically.

"Don't call me dude." Derek spoke, schooling his nerves with a look of disinterest as he crossed his arms over his muscular chest.

Stiles didn't seemed phased in the slightest by Derek's grumpy mannerisms as he simply smiled warmly at the dark haired boy.

"Anyway" Stiles spoke drumming his fingers distractingly against his jeans. "Seeing as we're going to be paired up, I figured we should exchange numbers."

Stiles reached his hand out expectantly beckoning Derek to hand over his phone. After a brief hesitation of 'oh my god I'm about to get Stiles' phone number' screaming embarrassingly through his mind, Derek obliged the boy.

Within minutes numbers had been exchanged and Stiles had waved goodbye and bounced happily down the hall towards his next class.

Derek didn't even realize that he had been lost starring in appreciation at Stiles' retreating form (since when was his ass that amazing? What the hell?), until Laura playfully nudged him with her shoulder as she passed by.

She gave him a knowing smirk as he glared at her and turned to walk in the same direction as her towards his next class.

When the final bell of the day rung, Derek felt incredibly relieved to leave that dreadful place and head home.

That's until he made it to the car only to find Laura leaning against the door looking way too pleased.

With a groan he walked towards the passenger seat and wordlessly entered the car. They sat in silence with the keys in the ignition until Derek dared to look at her.

"What?" He spat out, though he was more annoyed with her smug expression then angry.

"Oh don't give me that Der. I saw you undressing Poor helpless Stilinski with your eyes in the hall."

Derek threw his head back and felt it bounce against the head rest as he covered his face with his hands and grumbled.

"And was that a number exchange I saw? About time you manned up and asked him out."

Derek felt confused by her words.

"What? No. Well yes. I mean, I got his number, but we are paired up for a history project. I didn't ask him out. What do you mean about time? I didn't even realize until today that I…"

Derek felt his cheeks heat up at his own words as he closed his mouth to stop himself from making it worse.

Laura patted his shoulder condescendingly. "What ever helps you sleep at night."

Knowing there was no use in arguing with Laura when she's decided that she's right, he just huffed and turned towards the window.

It wasn't until after dinner and homework and family time that Derek finally found himself alone in his room with his thoughts.

Derek couldn't figure out what exactly bothered him so much about being attracted to Stiles. He had realized when he was fresh into high school that he liked both men and women, and his parents have been very supportive of that. So that couldn't be the problem.

And what could Laura have possibly meant when she said 'about time', how it was that she was able to figure out his crush before he had.

That's what it was right? A crush?

He tried to remember different girls and guys that he had noticed in the past and as much as some of the emotions and feelings were similar, somehow with Stiles it felt…different. It felt like more.

His mind drifted back to class as he tried his best to remember in detail what he had seen before him.

Dark tussled hair, long enough to hold on to, with strands that seemed so silky, his fingers ached to feel.

Long gorgeous thick lashes framing whiskey colored eyes that sparkled, the crinkles that formed at the corner of those eyes as he laughed at his own jokes.

Pale smooth skin dotted with moles that begged to be traced and followed with fingers and lips.

Full mesmerizing lips that looked like they were made to do unspeakable things.

Derek shivered at the memories as he felt his traitorous cock twitch in interest.

Realizing that he was far too weak to withstand such a temptation, Derek leaned back into his bed and made himself comfortable.

He lifted his shirt off and tossed it forgotten on to the floor.

In no rush, he brought his hand up to his chest to caress the smooth hairless skin. He traced gently over his pecks and around his abs.

He bit his lip to silence a moan as his fingers passed over his sensitive nipples, he reeled in the feeling of them hardening beneath his palms. He pinched them hard enough to feel the jolt of pleasure and pain that shot through his body at the sensation.

He continued lower on his chest, running his fingers over the coarse path of hair that led into his boxer briefs. Using his nails, he scratched along the skin of his lower stomach, running a path along the edge of his waist band.

His cock was now tenting the fabric in earnest interest as it begged to be touched, throbbing almost painfully within its confinement. He couldn't help but imagine Stiles' long fingers as he pushed the remaining fabric out the way.

His nails scratched through the trimmed short hair at the base of his shaft as he teased himself, trying not to touch until every ounce of control was lost.

He could vividly imagine Stiles between his legs, kneeling on the bed, his beautiful eyes gleaming with mischief as he touched Derek everywhere but the spot he wanted most.

He would stroke and worship every inch of Derek's skin until he couldn't stand it anymore, until he begged for release.

He spread his legs as he cupped his balls gently, rolling them in his hand, whimpering at the feeling. Bringing his hand to his mouth, he sucked on his finger to wet it before lowering it deeper between his legs to circle his sensitive hole.

His body yearned for it to be Stiles Touching him with his sinfully long fingers.

He felt desperate for it as he finally allowed his other hand to grip his cock tightly, stroking the heated flesh. A desperate moan escaped his lips at the feeling and he couldn't help but wonder how much better it would feel if it wasn't his own hand.

With his hips thrusting up off of the mattress into his tight grip and Stiles name on his lips, he felt his release explode from his body as his finger finally pushed through the tight rim of his sensitive opening.

Cum covered his hand and dripped on to his chest as he lifted his fingers to his lips to taste his flavor.

His eyes closed in satisfaction and relief as he felt completely relaxed and content for the first time that day since before history class.

He was pulled from his blissful state as he heard his phone vibrating against the wood of his night stand. Grabbing a few tissues to clean himself off, he tossed them away and reached for his phone.

From: Stiles

Hey! Its Stiles just making sure the number works

From Derek:

Yes it works

From: Stiles

Cool cool c u at School tomorrow sweet dreams ;)

From Derek

Night

Derek sighed as he put the phone back onto his night stand.

Its official, Stiles was going to be the end of him.