The next time Stiles saw Derek was Sunday afternoon. Derek was sailing along with a few of the pack on their bikes, while Stiles came out of the video game store. Derek didn't acknowledge him but fifteen minutes later the pack poured into the diner where Stiles and Scott had stopped for lunch. Suddenly the window booth was packed tight with bodies, Derek crushing Stiles against the glass, Erica and Boyd somehow stuffed into their side too.
'Hi,' Derek said with a grin as he wrapped an arm around Stiles's shoulders and kissed the side of his head.
'Hi,' Stiles turned and their lips caught.
'So what are we having?' Derek yanked the menu from the holder and opened it; Stiles leaned into his side even though he had already chosen his meal before he sat down.
'I'm going to get a sweet chilli burger, and curly fries drenched in cheese and sweet chilli sauce, and a chocolate milkshake,' Stiles said with a decisive nod of his head. Derek hummed and slunk down his seat a little, leaning his head back on the booth seat and closing his eyes.
'I want that too,' Derek said a small smile on his lips, 'you order for me.'
'Okay,' Stiles said. Erica was smirking at Derek, and had moved herself into Boyd's lap. Stiles was snuggled against Derek considering doing the same thing when the waitress came over notepad at the ready. She looked a little overwhelmed but everyone, even Scott was looking to Stiles. 'What?'
'Alpha orders first,' Scott hissed under his breath.
Stiles shrugged and gave the poor girl both their orders, complaining to himself about werewolf etiquette and not being informed of such, and then everyone else started. 'Do they come back for desert?' Derek wondered aloud a few moments later during a lull in conversation.
'Usually,' Stiles said watching a police patrol car slow down and turn into the diner parking lot. He stopped by the row of bikes and made a call on his radio, but his attention was focused across the street on a parked vehicle.
'I'll have what you're having,' Derek said. Erica snorted again and rolled her eyes at Stiles. She leaned forward giving Stiles a great view down the corset top she wore, and Stiles didn't miss the hand she rested high on Derek's thigh. He shouldn't be jealous of an Alpha and his beta, but he couldn't help wanting to push her hand away, replace it with his own.
'Alpha really likes you,' she said with a wink. Derek bared his teeth at her, his eyes still closed, but she ignored him, 'I can see why.' Erica said reaching a hand towards Stiles.
Derek moved quick as lightening, his fingers wrapping around her wrist, 'Alpha doesn't share this,' he snarled squeezing then letting go. Erica winked again and pulled away.
'See,' she leaned across the table to Isaac who grinned back.
'Stop testing me, or I'll rip your throat out...with my teeth,' Derek's voice sounded threatening, but his body language was totally relaxed. He still had his eyes closed, listening to everything around him. It made Stiles relax too, but he still kept half an eye on the police car, which soon pulled away again. Their drinks arrived first as the tail lights of the car moved around the corner and Stiles's attention was dragged back to the table. Stiles half expected to have to hold the milkshake glass close to Derek for him to take a drink, but Derek leaned forward and took a sip himself, peeking at Stiles with the straw still in his mouth.
Stiles tried to ignore the sudden interest his dick was taking in the image of Derek with a straw in his mouth but he couldn't help the slight twitch. He looked away listening as Erica drew Danny into an argument about the usefulness of NASA.
The food arrived soon after, and everybody piled onto it like the rabid wolves they were, eating steady until all that was left was crumbs and salad leaves. Even then Derek picked at them, as the waitress cleared their table. More drinks were ordered, along with desert when Derek turned to Stiles.
'Want to come for a ride tonight?' His voice was husky.
Stiles felt the blush at the innuendo rising, and he bit his lip. Someone snorted and Scott looked a little ill. Stiles ignored them all.
'Where to?' He asked, his voice breaking slightly.
'Just around,' Derek smirked sliding a hand underneath Stiles's t-shirt.
'I thought you were keeping a low profile?' Stiles said.
Derek frowned, 'things have changed,' he said tapping his nose.
'What things?' Stiles asked but Derek just winked and turned back to the table. Stiles sighed in frustration. He was clearly an adult, but here was Derek treating him like a child. As if Derek could read Stiles's mind he squeezed Stiles's hip.
'We can talk later,' Derek promised. Stiles nodded, forgetting the conversation when he spied his apple pie and ice cream arriving. He curled a protective arm around his food and dug in happily, daring anyone to try and get past the fork warrior he was.
If Stiles had thought trying the biker gear on in the shop was uncomfortable, it was nothing compared to wearing it on a motorbike, especially when Stiles was riding behind the most gorgeous man he had ever come across in all the land of gorgeousness!
Up until today Stiles had only seen Derek in jeans, but tonight, with the bike idling on the sidewalk, Derek leaning against it, Stiles was stumped because Derek was wearing leathers like Stiles. They hugged his body, curving around his ass and down his muscular thighs, the zipped coat snug around his waist and across his shoulders.
'Get Scott to cover for you,' Derek said by way of greeting. Stiles just gaped, but Derek raised an eyebrow and Stiles tugged his phone from his pocket texting his step brother.
When he finished Derek handed Stiles a backpack, not too heavy, and instructed him to wear it. Finally Derek inspected Stiles's outfit, making sure he was suitably attired, finishing with the helmet. 'Damn you have a nice ass,' Derek said getting onto the bike.
This time when Stiles joined him he felt infinitely better, unsure of whether his trust in Derek or the protective clothing did it. Sitting astride the bike, nestled close to his boyfriend, Stiles relaxed, letting Derek's body head and the soothing engine roll through them. Derek took it easy until they were on the city outskirts, then he let the bike go, let the engine open up and hit the open road running. Wind whipped past them, other vehicles were a blur as Derek guided them north, away from their home town, friends and family. Stiles tightened his arms around Derek, he'd never felt more secure in his life, and if he hadn't been on the back of a motorbike, travelling upwards of eighty miles per hour he might have been more frightened of that realisation than he actually was.
When they stopped at a motel it was fully dark. Derek parked the bike and headed for the reception to book them in, coming back a few minutes later with a key. He ushered Stiles inside and helped him to remove his helmet and jacket.
Stiles blew out a breath of air and scrubbed his fingers through his now itchy hair. 'I'm going to go over to that store, get a few bits and pieces, you go get a shower. I need to talk to you in private, and I didn't know where was and wasn't safe in Beacon Hills.' Derek said tugging his own jacket open, 'there are clean shorts in the bag. I didn't bring you here for just sex, so don't panic, I'm not pushing you into anything.'
'I didn't think you were!' Stiles said pressing his hands into Derek's shoulders.
'I know but it's a bit ambiguous of me to bring you here, that's not my intention tonight, don't get me wrong there should be orgasms but I need to talk to you.' Derek stepped close kissing Stiles. 'You look so fucking hot in those leathers,'
'You think I should keep them on?' Stiles wiggled his eyebrows. Derek grinned at him, kissing him again before turning and sliding out of the bedroom door, leaving Stiles alone in the room. Stiles stripped and showered, stepping out as the room door clicked closed. Stiles hadn't closed the bedroom door behind him and he caught sight of Derek moving around the bedroom, pulling his own jacket and boots off, then his pants. His shorts were stretched across his ass, hugging him deliciously and Stiles thought about tugging them off, but pushed the image away and focused on rubbing his skin dry and finding the clean shorts he had grabbed.
'Do you mind?' Derek asked nodding towards the bathroom.
'Go ahead,' Stiles said poking through the supplies Derek had brought. There was fruit, water, potato chips and beer, and several candy bars at the bottom of the bag. Stiles had already located condoms and lube in the backpack, along with a few clean pairs of shorts, socks and a clean t-shirt each.
Derek was out of the shower in minutes. Stiles was already lounging on the bed playing Candy Crush on his phone when Derek landed beside him. He waited patiently until Stiles had finished his game, sipping at a bottle of beer, offering Stiles a sip. When Stiles stopped he took the offered bottle and took a long drink. Derek had a thing about sharing his food and drinks with Stiles; he seemed to like the intimacy. 'I think I know who tried to set us up.'
'Oh,' that caught Stiles's attention and he sat up straighter against the pillows, 'is this what you were talking about earlier, going to share with the class?'
'It was, I think it has something to do with my ex Kate. Two years ago there was a bit of a dispute between her family and ours, things happened with Scott and Allison then Allison's Mom interfered. We fought, I almost lost, but she ran. She later claimed to have been bitten by a werewolf and stabbed herself.'
'Claimed?' Stiles interrupted with a frown.
'If you're a werewolf, first change or not, you won't die from a knife to the heart unless it's been laced with wolfsbane. My Mom saw the corpse, there was no wolfsbane involved because she was no werewolf.' Derek said his lip curling in something akin to disgust. He took a deep breath, 'anyway, we got past the problem but Scott and Allison had broken up by this stage and they weren't getting back together. Last summer Scott met Danny but Allison turned up at the end of the summer before he came back home wanting to talk, Scott declined and came home. Since Easter Kate has been flirting with me again, trying to talk to me, get in my good books, and I have a feeling she's up to something sinister.'
'Like setting you up for murder?' Stiles gaped.
'Exactly like setting me up for a murder I didn't commit, using Isaac's estranged relationship and difficult past with his father against us,' Derek said.
'But there were three; Dad said three people were there, two on bikes, one on foot.' Stiles prodded Derek.
'I've thought of that, I just need a way to prove that Kate and Allison were on the bikes, while a guy called Matt was on foot.' Derek said rolling his head to the side to look at Stiles.
'Matt?' Stiles asked tilting his head to look at Derek.
'Matt is Danny's ex, they broke up last spring...' Derek said with a huff. Stiles nodded biting into his lip, things were getting complicated.
'So you think that's who killed Isaac's father, pretty twisted just to get your attention,' Stiles said.
Derek snorted, 'she tried to sleep with Laura after I dumped her, then my uncle Peter and that didn't work, her sister in law committed suicide because she wanted revenge on me accusing me of giving her a turning bite and she killed herself, blaming me in her note left to Allison.'
'Harsh,' Stiles said wondering at some people. How could someone comfortably try to ruin someone else's life by lying about them driving her to suicide? Stiles didn't understand how some people could be so cruel, to force Derek to live with that, even though he knew it wasn't true.
'Yeah,' Derek looked at his hands, 'I don't want her to hurt you or Scott, or anyone else, and she's my problem to deal with-'
'Stop!' Stiles cut him off, moving so he was straddling Derek's lap, 'you stop right there,' Stiles put his hands on Derek's face, 'you won't be dealing with anything because we're going to figure this out, we're going to talk to my Dad and let the law handle this, okay?'
Derek looked back at him, his eyes bright, a stubborn set to his jaw, 'Derek, say you'll let the law handle this, your pack, they look pretty good but I don't think they'd function well without you, you're their Alpha, not Laura and not your Mom, you and hell Scott hero worships you, and I'm starting to get these feelings...' Stiles felt a blush rise into his face. Derek smirked at him.
'Feelings?' He probed.
'Shut up,' Stiles narrowed his eyes, but Derek tugged him close for a kiss. 'Hey, why didn't you want to talk about this in Beacon Hills?'
'I haven't told my pack, I don't want them doing something stupid, and I wasn't didn't want Scott to overhear and go all gung ho hero on us, I needed somewhere private to talk to you. What a way to start a relationship huh?'
Stiles grinned and leaned forward to bite at Derek's lips. 'At least we'll never be bored,' Stiles said letting Derek twist them on the bed so he was covering Stiles and kiss him until he was breathless.
'Hey, how you doing down there?' Derek asked pulling away. Stiles grinned at him, pressing his fingers into Derek's back.
'Getting crushed by the muscle man,' Stiles grinned as Derek raised an eyebrow.
'The muscle man huh?' Derek bent and nipped at his throat, falling into the cradle of Stiles's thighs.
'Yeah, big guy, has a sweet ride, and his motorbikes pretty off the scale too!' Stiles teased. Derek laughed into his neck, his breath tickling Stiles who started to squirm underneath Derek's solid weight.
'You are impossible, Scott was right you know,' Derek said running fingers through Stiles's hair.
'Right about what?' Stiles asked.
'If I tell you something will you promise not to be too hurt?' Derek asked and suddenly he sounded uncomfortable.
Stiles nodded, wondering what Derek was about to say. He hooked his ankles around Derek's legs to keep him there, keep him close.
'I used to hate you, I used to loathe it when Scott left to go home to his perfect brother, our summers were so fantastic but the rest of the year, I missed my baby brother so much, he was a part of my pack who couldn't be there. And you, he never shut up about you, Stiles said this and Stiles did that and Stiles would whoop your ass in this game and Stiles could out sarcastic you anytime,' Derek pulled his hand away from Stiles and pressed into the pillow, ready to move.
'I would whoop your ass in that video game,' Stiles teased. Derek snorted but carried on.
'Then how he talked about you changed, you would like Stiles, his scent is perfect for you, and he's just your type. I just, he did my head in and I kind of I don't know, hated you, but it was the idea of you and-'
'Stop!' Stiles held his hand up. Derek did, a dark look coming over his face. 'I felt the same.'
Derek's mouth dropped open and Stiles swallowed, waiting for Derek to move but they were kissing again so suddenly, Derek's hands cupping Stiles delicacy, his mouth slick.
'I'm sorry you had to feel that way,' Derek said pressing his forehead to Stiles. Stiles pulled back and frowned. Derek used his fingers to remove the creases, his actions careful. 'I have Laura and Amy, my pack, my friends; it was selfish of me to not want him in Beacon Hills.'
'Derek where the hell is this coming from?' Stiles asked. Apologising for his feelings when he didn't know Stiles was a little bizarre.
'I just,' Derek ran his fingers over Stiles shoulders, 'I really like you, like a lot more than I've liked anybody before. Ever.'
'I'm glad, I really like you too,' Stiles said.
'You're going to hate my plan,' Derek said.
'Tell me?' Stiles pleaded.
'I want to break up with you,' Derek said. Stiles was confused but Derek went on, 'I need you to be safe, I can't have you being a target so we need to break up.'
'No- wait a minute, if we break up do you think she would try to befriend and recruit me to her crazy plan?' Stiles asked. Derek shook his head frantically.
'No! No!' Derek said. 'I won't hear it!'
'Derek listen, she might tell me,'
'And she might figure out, she's manipulative, no Stiles I won't have you do that, and I care far too much!' Derek said.
Stiles stuttered, staring at Derek, Derek's confession heavy on his shoulders. 'Okay,' Stiles said running his hands over Derek's shoulders. It was strange, feeling someone else under his palms, touching Derek's skin as he calmed him down. This was still so new to him, having another person that he had to care for, that he needed to consider in his life.
Derek slid his fingers over Stiles's hips. 'Do you want to do something?' Derek asked rolling his hips up to meet Stiles's. Stiles felt himself smile and ducked down to kiss Derek, pushing down as Derek pushed up. They moved like that, pushing the soft shorts Derek had brought out of their way and to grind together, legs tangled, fingers intertwined.
And then Derek was moving, sliding down Stiles's body, licking Stiles's nipples, biting at the skin on his flat belly, slathering Stiles's happy trail with his tongue, tugging hairs with his teeth until he was settled between Stiles's legs. He lifted Stiles's cock and oh so carefully kissed the tip of Stiles's dick. Stiles gasped, looking down but Derek moved lower, kissing Stiles's balls, sucking first one, then the other into his mouth.
Stiles felt his eyes rolling in his head, nothing had ever felt this good, but when Derek stopped and moved lower, arranging Stiles's leg so his foot was resting on Derek's shoulder, and his tongue dipped into his ass Stiles swore white spots of pleasure danced across his vision.
He was loud, and he knew it, but Derek hot mouth, tongue slick as it touched where only Stiles had before was slowly driving Stiles into a sex induced coma. Derek crawled closer, moving to his knees and easily lifting Stiles up so his shoulders were flat to the bed but his ass was raised in the air, legs falling wide open.
'I feel like porn,' Stiles puffed out. Derek laughed low and dirty, a smirk sliding across his face before he ducked back down to Stiles's hole, licking around the rim before pushing inside. One hand wrapped around Stiles's cock while he used the thumb of his other hand to slide inside Stiles, licking around it as he opened Stiles slowly.
Stiles didn't want their first time to be here, like this, but he didn't want to tell Derek that didn't want him to stop, hoped that perhaps Derek felt the same way. He watched as Derek's left hand, the one covered in twisting spirals of the tattoo that went from Derek's shoulder slid in and out of his ass. There was something obscene about that image, the tattoos on Stiles's ink free body, something that made his dick harder as Derek fucked him with tongue and fingers.
'I want you to come, come from me spreading you out. When you're ready I'm gonna take all day, spread you out like this, take you apart bit by bit, then I'm gonna fuck you back together again, Stiles,' Derek swore, nipping at Stiles's ass cheek, marking him.
Stiles came, Stiles came hard, his eyelids fluttering, his ass clenching, come coating his belly, chest and throat. Derek jerked him through it, a little too much on the hard side but oh so fucking good. When he let Stiles rest back down on the bed, Stiles watched as Derek jerked himself off, and Stiles realised this was a fetish, coming over Stiles's spent cock. Derek took his time, rubbing his seed into Stiles's skin, making sure to cover Stiles completely. 'Mine,' Derek was muttering quietly to himself. Stiles reached out and curled a hand around Derek's jaw.
'Yours,' Stiles agreed leaning forward to kiss him.
Stiles fell asleep naked with Derek spooned around him, warm in the safety of their room.
A rap on the door caught Stiles's attention. He turned to see Derek deep in sleep. Sighing he stood and padded barefoot over to the bedroom door, pulling a t-shirt over his head and hoisting his sleep pants up. He opened it to see his Mom, smiling up at him, holding several boxes in her arms.
'Hey Mom, you're early,' Stiles said pushing the door further open to let her in. She pressed a kiss to his cheek and went to the kitchen, scoffing at Derek's sleeping form under the dark blue duvet.
'It's going to snow again, you'll catch your death,' she said curling a hand around his cheek after setting the boxes of food down.
'But it's summer,' Stiles muttered quietly. His Mom ignored him going on with opening the card boxes.
'Do you think this will rouse him?' She asked nodding at the food. Stiles shrugged. His favourites were in there, poppy seed muffins and creamy coffee.
'Hard to say,' Stiles slumped into his seat pulling his socked feet up to rest on his knee.
'How are you feeling,' her voice was sympathetic.
'Like crap, I want to help Derek but he won't let me, he's afraid for me.' Stiles said.
'When I met your Dad he was on the back of a motorbike, just passing through town,' his Mom smiled and Stiles noticed the sunlight catch her beautiful hair from the wide windows. Stiles frowned, it had been dark just moments ago, 'he swept me off my feet, and we were married two months later. I went to college, your Dad joined law enforcement, and you were born five years later.' She sighed happily. 'I miss those days.'
'I miss you,' Stiles said earnestly noticing the white socks from moments ago were missing. When he looked back his Mom was wrapping her head scarf around her naked scalp.
'I miss you too, but I see what's going on. Trust yourself, trust those you love. You always were a good judge of character, just like your father, just like he is,' she nodded at Derek's form, 'just like his father was.'
'His father?' Stiles frowned.
'Oh yes, the dead take some secrets to the grave but other secrets can be uncovered if you look hard enough,' his Mom said with a sad smile.
'A mystery for me to investigate?' Stiles asked her.
She smiled warmly. 'I have to go now baby, you take care, and I'll be seeing you around.'
'Okay Mom, take care,' Stiles stood and wrapped his arms around her, she felt so warm and solid in his arms, despite her thin frame being fragile against him. As he hugged her his arms started to move, until he was hugging himself, his Mom a wisp of a memory to his senses.
Stiles woke with a gasp, his eyes wet with unshed tears. He was alone in the bed but Derek was standing by the little round table in the corner of the room watching him with a concerned gaze.
'Are you okay?' Derek asked.
'It was just a dream,' Stiles said as Derek stepped closer, 'it was just a dream but it felt so real, she felt so real,' Stiles clenched his fingers into fists, feeling guilty for letting her go so easily, for not saying goodbye, for not relishing their time together.
'Hey,' Derek sat on the edge of the bed.
'My Mom, I had a dream about her,' Stiles said, 'it was so real, the things she said.'
Derek just nodded in understanding. 'I got breakfast,' he offered eventually.
'Coffee,' Stiles grinned at Derek.
'Yeah, and poppy seed muffins.' Derek said. Stiles gaped and his heart clenched.
'Mom,' he whispered but she didn't answer.
Stiles found a pen and using the white paper bag the muffins had come in, he scribbled down everything he could remember about the dream, adding bits as he ate the muffin. The smells of the coffee helped him, as did sunlight filtering through the window. Derek watched him from the other side of the table as Stiles muttered to himself, not interrupting, just waiting.
'She ah, she mentioned your father,' Stiles told Derek.
'Really?' Derek seemed more amused than anything else.
'Said he was a good judge of character,' Stiles scribbled it down.
Across the table Derek froze, eyes glued to Stiles. 'That's what my Mom always says about him,' Derek said.
'That's what my Mom said too.' Stiles whispered.
'Okay,' Derek stood, 'that's enough freaky for one morning, I think we should finish up here and go talk to Talia.'
'Why don't you just call her Mom?' Stiles asked.
Derek shrugged and grinned, 'calling her Talia annoys her more.'
Stiles grinned back and realised just how much he missed his own mother and the teasing relationship they might have had today, but then Derek was pulling his jacket on and Stiles wasn't even dressed so he busied himself with getting ready for his journey back home.
His dad was waiting by the door when Stiles stepped into the house. There was no denying where or who he was with, what with the full kit of leathers covering his body, helmet dangling from his fingers.
'Discreet Stiles?' His dad asked. Melissa was curled up on the couch talking on the phone, her eyes sliding over them then back to the magazine she was flicking through.
'Sorry dad, I, can we talk?' Stiles asked. His dad stared for a second but seemed to gather that Stiles had something important to say.
'Sure son,' his dad said.
'Okay, I'm going to get changed because these pants are chafing the balls off me.' Stiles said.
'You need firm support giving underwear, it's not the pants chafing, and it the loose shorts.' John said. Stiles tried not to blush at the thought of the shorts being loose because they belonged to Derek when he realised what his dad was saying.
Stiles balked at his dad's knowledge of leather pants, but once in his room he remembered his mother's words from the dream. He assumed that, because Derek was a biker, that's why he imagined that particular conversation. He showered and headed back downstairs to find Melissa tugging his dad's credit card from the wallet Stiles had found with an old star tin sheriff badge on the front and presented when he was nine. It chuffed Stiles to no end that his dad still used it, repairs and all.
'This is what he gets when he drinks beer with his buddies and doesn't tell his wife where he is,' Melissa said. Stiles gaped at his dad but the look he was giving Melissa was nothing short of pleading. Stiles turned back to his smug looking step mom, 'and he had peanuts.'
'Dad!' Stiles exclaimed. Melissa smiled and turned to the door, and she was outside when Stiles finally made his decision, chasing after her.
'What's wrong?' She shot him a concerned look.
'I just, you're not my Mom, and you can't replace her, but there's no one I'd rather have with my dad, and I'm proud to call you my step mom too,' Stiles said. Melissa's eyes filled with tears and she pulled Stiles into a tight hug. They had always gotten along well, but Stiles had never told her anything like that, and he figured it was important that she know how he felt about her.
'You, oh Stiles, I love you,' and she hugged him, warm and sold as she held him, finally pushing him away. 'I have to go but now I don't want to,' she said miserably, getting into the car and staring morosely at the house. Stiles waved and walked back into the house.
'What was that all about?' John asked. Stiles sighed and slumped into the couch. Deadliest Catch was on, but his dad muted the volume.
'I had a dream about mom last night and on the ride back here I realised that while I miss her, well...'
'I know,' John said propping his feet onto the coffee table. Stiles copied him.
'The strangest thing happened in my dream...' Stiles said sucking the inside of his cheek.
'Yeah?' His dad asked watching the screen.
'Yeah, mom told me how you guys met, and I realised, I have no idea of how you actually met,' Stiles said. John snorted through his nose.
'What did she say?'
'That you rode into town on a motorbike and swept her off her feet and you were married at the end of the summer.' Stiles rolled the hem of his t-shirt up and down again.
'Stiles,' john said. Stiles turned to look at his dad, 'that's how we met.'
'Really? I swear she never told me that!' Stiles said sitting straighter, his spine tingling.
'She did actually, the day you were born, I told her to stop telling you stuff like that or you would get ideas about getting a motorbike, and that's the last thing I want my son on.' John said looking at him with a soft smile.
'Why did you say that if you rode one?' Stiles asked. He had never known his dad rode, wondered now why he stopped. Was it because he joined law enforcement? Talia Hale was a lawyer and she rode a motorbike.
'The week before you were born my best friend was killed riding a motorbike, and I decided that I never wanted to put your mother through what his wife went through.' John said. Stiles nodded in understanding, he could imagine his dad wanting to save someone from that kind of pain, and it was the Stilinski way.
'Who was he?' Stiles asked chewing on his bottom lip.
'Alan Hale.' John said shifting uncomfortably.
'Derek's dad, but he would have been a-'
'Werewolf, yeah he was, but even a werewolf can't survive a decapitation.' John said quietly. 'I was first on the scene.'
'On a motorbike, as in a motorbike accident?' Stiles asked, horror welling in his belly at the thought of Derek knowing this and still riding a bike. At the thought of his dad finding his best friend like that. He imagined how it would feel to find Scott...
'Yeah, it was an accident; he was coming home late one night and...Well...' John trailed off and Stiles didn't want to push him. 'He always called me Johnny, was the only person who did, good guy, and could read others like a book.'
Stiles swallowed again, and suddenly he started to wonder if what he had last night was actually a dream or something a little more sinister.
The question of the death of Derek's father had become pretty sensitive now. Stiles had no idea who to talk to, because his dad was close to the man, and his relationship with Derek was new, he didn't want to bring it up there either. He needed to talk to someone though, so he cornered Scott and told him he needed to talk to Danny about Derek.
'Why can't you talk to me?' Scott asked looking a little put out. 'It's not about sex is it, because even though you're my brother and he's my brother I'll get past it, for you,' Scott said. Stiles clapped him on the arm and smiled.
'It's not about sex dude, it's sensitive and I don't want to hurt anyone by asking questions I shouldn't be asking.' Stiles said.
'Ask me, and I'll never breath a word, I swear.' Scott said nodding his head earnestly. Stiles sighed.
'Derek's dad...' Stiles watched Scott tense up, his eyes flicker somewhere behind Stiles's head.
'That was before I was born.' Scott said.
'I know,' Stiles nodded, 'humour me, please, do they ever talk about it?'
'Talia does, sometimes, she was a little drunk one night last summer, and I overheard her talking to my dad about it, she's convinced it wasn't an accident but a set up.' Scott said shifting from foot to foot.
'What do you mean?' Stiles asked.
'Well, she thinks it was done on purpose, by a hunter who had something to prove. She thinks the whole family were being hunted and she reckoned that the whole thing was called off because her brother Peter got wind of something and went off for a few days, came back slightly different.'
Stiles chewed his lip, thinking over everything that had been said. He wondered if eighteen year old evidence could be resurrected to prove a murder had taken place, but how would that help the case now, and how many old wounds would he be cutting open by doing it. No, Stiles needed to ignore the mystery of Derek's father's death and focus on the current murder, Ivan Lahey.
His dad had glared when Stiles asked but grudgingly admitted there were no leads in the case. Stiles had nodded and left it at that, heading back up to his room to find Scott.
'Let's go for ice cream!' Scott said pushing Stiles out of his daydream.
'Okay,' Stiles said grabbing his keys leading the way outside, hopping into his jeep. He wondered how Scott was going to react to owning Derek's car, he already knew that Scott thought Derek crazy or choosing a motorbike over a Camaro. The Hales were rich, that was common knowledge, so a car to a step brother was nothing as far as they were concerned, but Stiles knew to Scott it would mean a lot.
They pulled into the parking lot at the local mall, and Scott quickened his pace. He really did have a sweet tooth Stiles mused as they ordered and went back outside to eat in the sunshine. Stiles had his eyes closed; enjoying the ice cream when Scott whined and moments later a shadow fell across them. Opening his eyes Stiles looked up only to be greeted with the outline of someone because of the sun. Hovering a hand across his eyes Stiles made out the woman, Derek's ex, Kate.
'Hello Scott, who's your little friend?' She said tilting her head to the side.
'Piss off,' Scott said.
'Awww, that's no way to talk to your ex-girlfriends favourite Aunt, now is it?' She asked turning cruel eyes on Scott. Stiles wondered what Derek had ever seen in her.
'Can we help you, because we were enjoying our afternoon until you came along to block my sunlight,' Stiles said. She smirked down at him.
'Mouthy little thing aren't you,' she cooed. Stiles shrugged a shoulder.
'Depends on who I'm talking to,' Stiles said.
'I can see why he enjoys fucking you; he always did like shutting someone up with his cock, fuck your mouth does he?' She asked.
'I have no idea what's your blathering about woman,' Stiles said pushing images of Derek and her together away from his mind.
'Of course you do, it's written all over your face. Derek likes it rough, oh he starts out gentle, but he forgets his strength, and all of a sudden he's back in my bed because we both know how he likes it and no one else can take it,' Kate smirked at him like she'd just won an Oscar.
'Really, you're what, thirtyish, and I'm eighteen and you're trying to get under my skin with that kind of bullshit, have him, he's a jerk.' Stiles said. The words hurt him to say, but he kept his face natural, and it worked, her face smoothed out and she stared down at him.
'Stiles?' Scott said tentatively, but Stiles ignored him.
'He came for me last night, to take me away, took me to this shit motel somewhere as if he thought I was going to put out just like that in some dirty bed in the middle of nowhere. I'm sorry but I would never treat anyone like that, and I don't expect to be treated like that so he's all yours.' Stiles said licking at his ice cream. He could see Scott gaping at him out of the corner of his eye but he ignored him, and he prayed Scott would play along.
'I think you and I got off on the wrong foot sweetheart,' Kate said pushing her way between Scott and Stiles, resting her arm along the back of the bench and turning completely towards Stiles.
'Why, want to be my buddy?' Stiles muttered licking the drip of ice cream from his fingers.
'I do actually.' Kate said crossing her legs, and leaning towards Stiles.
Stiles snorted, his tummy twisting because this is what Derek didn't want him to do, but how could Stiles resist when she potentially knew so much. She is capable of murder, a little voice whispered inside his head. So is Derek, another one answered but Stiles ignored them both, and when Kate suggested it, he tossed his keys to Scott and followed her to the rental she had parked a few feet away.
Kate, Stiles realised, was bitter and twisted, and completely insane, and so was this fellow Matt, Danny's ex. Allison though, looked like she knew just how not right her aunt was. She had eyed Stiles frantically when Kate presented him like a raw steak to a rabid wolf, and Stiles had gone along with Kate. Initially he had assumed he could get away with a well-placed excuse but now he knew two things, one Kate wasn't going to let that happen, and two there was no way in hell he was leaving without Allison.
'Allison!' Kate snapped and Allison lifted her head, waiting for instructions. Kate didn't deliver any though, distracted by Matt as he whispered something to her. Stiles tried not to slip a hand into his pocket, he'd set his phone to record the conversation about five minutes ago when nobody was looking, but wasn't even sure how long the battery would keep it going. He should have planned this better but he didn't want to miss the opportunity.
'This is going to be our masterpiece my sweet baby,' Kate said coming towards them, running her fingers through Allison's hair. Allison let her do it, but Stiles could see she wasn't happy about it. Matt joined them a second later, and Kate grinned.
'Okay, so here's what's going to happen, Stiles, we need you to call Derek up, and tell him that you changed your mind,' Matt said.
'Yeah, ask him to come here,' Kate licked her lips smiling, 'we'll complete the ash circle once he's inside, we can save Daddy and finish what he started eighteen years ago.'
'What happened eighteen years ago?' Stiles asked swallowing. He already knew the answer.
'Alan Hale, of course. It was my first kill, well, Daddy did the killing but it was the first one I was at. I was thirteen, it was my birthday gift. Then, when that man came, when he killed my mummy, Daddy he broke. I promised him I would finish the job, and I found the Hales. Derek, oh was he not what I expected. One look and I was gone, Daddy told me later that wolves could do that, manipulate their prey, especially werewolves, he sucked me in and he broke this family as bad as the rest of them, but Daddy helped me after Victoria, Daddy helped fix me, and now I'm going to fix him.' Kate said looking towards one of the back rooms.
'This is a better plan than the last one,' Matt said and Kate hummed her agreement, 'but...'
'But?' Kate snapped her head up, eyes glaring at Matt.
'But Danny...'
'We'll kill his little boyfriend,' Kate said. Stiles wondered at her mental health, clearly she had seen him with Scott earlier, did she not think Stiles had loyalty, unless she no longer cared, unless Stiles was bait to get Derek here. Stiles tried to push the bile starting to rise in his throat; this was all going horribly wrong.
'So we killed Lahey because,' Matt probed looking at Kate.
'Because that was the old plan, this way we get Derek here, we get him to bite Daddy then Daddy kills him, kills all those stupid Hales and we can finally get on with our lives...' Kate said with a dreamy look on her face.
A poke in the ribs caught Stiles's attention. He looked up to find Matt watching him. 'Call Derek. Now.'
Stiles reached into his pocket and unlocked his phone. It was still recording. 'What do you want me to say?' Stiles asked tilting it away so only he could see the screen. Nobody seemed to notice. Stiles killed the recording and pressed the last caller button, hoping they couldn't hear Derek answer.
'Tell him to come here, tell him you've changed your mind, that you want him back, that you're ready for some dirty sex. Tell him you're in love, I don't fucking care, just get him here. Don't tell him about the ash circle, or that Daddy's here, tell him you're alone in that old warehouse by the river, he should know the one, he owns it.' Kate said.
'You sure you got it all?' Stiles asked swallowing. Kate frowned at him but his eyes flicked down to the phone, noticing the call had ended from the other end.
'Now!' She practically screamed. Stiles nodded and opened his contact list, selecting his dad. It was answered after three rings.
'Hey,' Stiles said into the phone.
'Stiles what the hell is going on?'
'I'm sorry about the other night, I've changed my mind, and I want to tell you that I love you, no matter what happens.' Stiles said. Kate made a face at him and he nodded, biting his lip. 'I'm at the warehouse by the river, the old Hale one. I want you to come alone, because I'm alone,' Matt kicked his foot, 'and I realised that, I need you,' Stiles swallowed.
'I've got it, son,' his dad's voice was quiet, 'how many are in there?'
'When will you be here?' Stiles asked looking up at Matt and Kate. She shivered with anticipation, eyes gleaming at him. His dad didn't speak which was what Stiles wanted really, 'four minutes, I know you're precise but Jesus Derek that's...' Kate was making slitting figures across her throat, 'precise. I'll see you in four minutes I guess,' Stiles kept amusement in his voice. 'I love you.'
He killed the call and Kate snatched the phone from his hands, tossing it across the concrete floor. Stiles hoped the cracking sound was just he casing keeping the rest safe. 'Allison, you need to learn...'
'He's human,' Allison whispered looking horrified, 'we should wait, until Derek gets here, if he smells Stiles's blood maybe he won't come in, and we need him in don't we?'
'We do, sweetie, you're so smart, such a good girl,' Kate cooed at her. Matt straightened up and cocked his head.
'I hear a motorbike,' Matt said, his grin widening, 'just the one.'
'Of course it's only one, Derek may be an Alpha, but he's dumb as an ox,' Kate said running her fingers through Allison's hair. Stiles wondered if it was somehow soothing to Kate, or a way to keep dominance over the younger girl.
There was a sound at the door and Matt disappeared, slipping out the side. Derek stepped inside and immediately frowned. 'What's going on here?'
'Derek!' Kate called with a big smile, 'come in, I'm here to surprise you.'
'I'm certainly surprised,' Derek said deadpan, eyes glancing over Stiles and Allison for a second before resting on Kate.
'I've missed you,' Kate said and for the first time she sounded sincere. Stiles almost felt sorry for her, but then he remembered she killed Isaac's father, and she witnessed the murder of Derek's father, and then had the audacity to sleep with Derek and never mention it.
'I've missed you too,' Derek said looking between Kate and Stiles, 'what are you going to do with him?' Derek wondered.
'Kill him, Allison's going to do it for us,' Kate said. Derek ignored Stiles in favour of gracing Allison with a smile and Stiles wondered if he got it all wrong, if there was something going on between Derek and Kate. He remembered that day by the lake, when Kate had come to talk to him, when Kate had smiled, when Derek had smiled back, like he was doing now. His brain was supplying theories of psychopaths pulling people into their twisted little schemes...
'Where's his phone?' Derek asked and Kate nodded to where it was lying. Derek collected it, checking the screen the slipping it into his pocket. He came back and stopped beside Kate, slipping an arm around her. Stiles swallowed but didn't speak, didn't dare. 'I can hear five heartbeats, not including my own,' Derek said to Kate.
She looked up at him, her mouth gaping slightly. 'You must have got it wrong, there's only us. You get so confused sometimes,' she ran her fingers through his hair too. Derek let her, leaning into the touch, but his body tensed up slightly.
'No, I know, I can hear pretty damn well, there's a heartbeat outside, one in that office, and you three here,' Derek's voice was soft and calm. His arm tightened around her uncomfortably and she started to struggle, looking to Allison for support, but Allison sat back, and fear in her eyes as she watched her Aunt struggle against Derek.
The door opened and Kate suddenly stopped, chuckling to herself, but it wasn't Matt at the door, it was Stiles's father. There were a multitude of cars in the yard, Stiles could see them though the open door, all police vehicles. Matt was being pushed into one of them.
'Games up,' Derek said and Kate's struggles renewed, and somehow she got away from them. Officers poured in behind Stiles's father, but he was up ahead, gun trained on Kate.
'Why don't' you put the gun down,' Stiles heard his father say and looked up, alarmed to see Kate holding one in her fingers.
'No!' Kate screamed and with shaking hands turned to point it at the sheriff. There was a loud crack and someone screamed, Stiles realised it was him.
Everything was a blur, Kate was face down on the warehouse floor, and officer cuffing her wrists, Allison was weeping as she was cuffed too. Officers swarmed around his father and Stiles rushed forward, only to notice his father kneeling, covered in blood and Derek on the floor, bleeding and hissing. There was a wound on his arm, someone had torn his shirt, and it was black and ugly like no wound that Stiles had ever seen, not that he'd seen many bullet wounds but still...
He was pushed out of the way, Laura Hale on her knees beside Derek, shoving officers out of her way, telling people to scatter. The pack surrounded Derek, Scott too and the sheriff pulled Stiles along with him. 'Come on, leave them to it,' he said. Stiles tried to protest but Scott shot him a filthy look, but everybody else ignored him in favour of taking care of Derek.
It felt like it had at the beginning, sitting in the back of the car as they rode home, like Stiles was no part of their family, of their pack. He picked around the house, once he was inside, after his dad went back to work, waiting for a call that he wouldn't receive, Derek still had his phone.
The future suddenly looked bleak, Derek would be furious with him for what he did, for going against Derek's wishes, for following his original plan of befriending Kate.
He went to bed around midnight, still no sign of Scott, no news from anyone. He didn't sleep, just tossed and turned until almost dawn, when he gave up and went to his computer desk, powering up his laptop and messing around on the internet.
Stiles didn't see or hear from Scott for almost three days.
His cell phone was kept as evidence; Stiles had no access to it. He only had a few contacts anyway. He walked Beast once, but met no one on the way, no one that he knew. Beast behaved, unusually, padding along beside Stiles and looking around him, as if enjoying the weather. When Stiles came home Scott was in his room packing a bag.
'Hey,' Stiles swallowed. Scott checked over his shoulder.
'Hey,' Scott said.
'So uh,'
'Look I'm kind of busy here, Talia's offered to take some of my stuff down to Santa Monica so I won't have so much to bring when I move down next month,' Scott said.
'Oh, okay then,' Stiles stepped away from the room, changing his mind at the last minute. 'How's Derek?'
'Okay,' Scott said, but Stiles noticed his shoulders tensing, his head dipping. He didn't want to talk anymore, so Stiles went into his own room and slumped onto the chair in the corner of the room.
Stiles received his acceptance of his accommodation in student residence that next morning, and he quietly filled in the acceptance wondering what kind of person he would end up rooming with. He didn't want to go any longer, not to Santa Monica, but he'd made his choice now. Perhaps he could transfer after his first semester, go to New York like he'd suggested to Scott, or to Chicago, or anywhere, as long as it was away from Scott and the Hales.
He hadn't intended to end up like this, even more alone than when the summer started, and it was just a few weeks in. Scott well and truly hated him now, after Stiles had managed to get Derek shot, and he hadn't heard from any of them, so it was a shock when Talia Hale, or McCall, Stiles supposed, came to the door that afternoon. Stiles heard Melissa greeting her, then calling him downstairs. It was the last thing he wanted to do, greet the mother of the man he had almost killed, but he sucked it up and walked down to the living room where she was sitting on the edge of the armchair.
'Stiles,' she said nodding to him. Melissa hovered uncertainly, looking between the two of them, but she wasn't asked to leave and she joined him on the couch. Stiles shot her a grateful smile
'Hi,' Stiles sat down.
'So here's the thing, my stupid son thinks that he put you in danger by being in a relationship with you, so in true Derek style he's doing what he thinks is best without talking or consulting with others, being pig headed and ignorant. He's decided that he's going to go home without saying goodbye to you, and he's asked Scott not to let you know what his plan is, which is selfish of Derek because Scott is dying to talk to you and tell you what's going on but he doesn't want to go against his brothers wishes. As Derek's mother, and his Alpha, I have little fear of upsetting him, so I'm here.' Talia crossed her arms and leaned on her legs, her biker jacket sliding up her back a little.
'Okay,' Stiles wrung his hands, wondering how to respond to that.
'Perhaps you should go talk to him,' Melissa suggested.
Stiles stood and wiped his hands on his jeans, scooting out to the hallway to grab his hoodie, 'um, where is he?'
'Our old family home,' Talia said. Stiles nodded, he knew the place in the woods, rushing out of the house and into his jeep. When he pulled into the yard there were motorbikes and trucks parked all over the place. Scott greeted him first with a frown.
'What the hell are you doing here?' He hissed glaring at Stiles.
'I came to talk to Derek,' Stiles swallowed down the hurt at Scott's anger.
'He doesn't want to talk to you,' Scott said.
Stiles sighed sadly, 'look, I just want to see him for five minutes, see that he's okay.'
'Hey,' Erica said coming to stand beside Scott.
'Hi,' Stiles said dragging his eyes from Scott and greeting Erica.
'Look, Stiles, why don't you just go, save yourself the embarrassment of Derek rejecting you in front of the whole pack. He was just using you, you were a bit of fun and he knew you were just what Kate would want to use against him, you were...convenient, but come on, you didn't even put out properly,' Erica snorted.
Stiles felt himself flush, hurt and anger welling inside him. He looked to Scott who was looking at his shoes. 'Is this true?' Scott didn't answer. 'Is this true?' His voice was louder this time.
Scott looked up and nodded, it was a lie, Stiles knew it was a lie, he'd always been able to tell with Scott, but he'd thought Scott was his best friend, and he knew in his heart right now that Scott was looking out for what was best for Stiles, protecting Stiles from the life he had to lead as a werewolf. 'You're lying to me, I know you are, you're lying and she's lying and everybody is fucking lying because Derek thinks I need protecting, well here's a newsflash, fuck you Scott, fuck all of you. This was supposed to be the best summer of my life, our last proper summer, and I wish you had just went like you always do, went away and left me here, and forgot about me like you usually do, so I'm going to go back home and I'm going to not bother with Santa Monica, I'm going to turn down my acceptance, and I'm going to go as far away from you as I can, and I wish you well for your life because I don't want to see you ever again.'
'Stiles,' Scott reached out but Stiles pushed him away. He knew he was being dramatic, but right now he didn't care, he wanted to be away from everyone and everything, he wanted to be alone to think over what had just happened, over his life choices.
'Fuck this,' Erica muttered and grabbed Stiles by the arm. He tried to pull away but she wouldn't let him, her grip firm as she dragged him inside and upstairs. Derek looked livid when she opened a door and pushed Stiles inside, slamming it shut behind him. Derek groaned a moment later and Stiles just looked at the door.
'I don't want to be here.' Stiles said crossing his arms and standing as far away from Derek as he could.
'I,' Derek looked away, 'fuck Stiles, you just, you fuck with my head, I want you, like I've never wanted anybody, not like I want you, but you're eighteen and I'm twenty six, you're going to go to college and have a wild time, you're going to have fun and start your life, and I'm thinking about a proper house, one large enough for kids with an extra-large garage for a motorbike workshop and a car, and you're thinking about college parties and getting laid and this is my fault, I never should have come here, I never should have done this to you.'
'I got you shot,' Stiles said quietly. He was still smarting from Erica's words, from Scott's reactions, but he might as well get it all out. 'I thought if I could just get her to confess, but then I got you shot,' Stiles wrung his hands together, but then Derek was in front of him, tilting his chin up, looking into his eyes.
'I would have jumped in front of that bullet no matter who it was meant for,' Derek whispered pressing his fingers into Stiles's face. 'I wanted you so much, when I was shot, all I wanted was you in my arms, helping me to heal,' Derek closed his eyes and swallowed, 'I've missed you, I've only known you five minutes but it feels like a lifetime.'
'We can have fun together, can't we?' Stiles asked looking to Derek. 'We can go to college parties, and get drunk, go crazy, you can live my life a little while before I live yours,' Stiles pleaded.
'That's the thing, I don't want to do that to you, I don't want to take you away from what you could have at college,' Derek whispered cupping Stiles's face.
'I don't want anything else,' Stiles licked his lips, 'I want this with you, I'm sure of that.' Stiles was sure, had never known anything with more surety before in his life.
Derek whined and kissed Stiles, fingers pushing through Stiles's hair. 'I'll probably be possessive and needy sometimes, and I could be waiting for you outside of classes depending on my moods.'
'Have you seen you, I'm sure if anyone looks at you wrong my green eyed monster will be all up in their face pushing between the two of you,' Stiles kissed Derek again. For a few days he thought he would never have this, but now he didn't think he could ever let go.
'Don't go somewhere else, come to Santa Monica,' Derek pleaded. Stiles eyes flicked over his face, watching his Adams apple bob in his throat, 'come live with me, you can have your own room, if it's too much too soon, or even live with someone else, close by, but come with me.'
'My parents met at the start of the summer; by the end of it they were married. She went to college, he trained to be a police officer,' Stiles said running his fingers through Derek's hair, 'when you know, you know, just like my parents did, right?'
'Right,' Derek pulled Stiles against him, kissed him hard. Stiles kissed him back, running his hands down Derek's arm, pulling away when Derek hissed.
'What?' Stiles asked gaping.
'My wound isn't fully healed.' Derek admitted. Stiles reached for the bottom of Derek's shirt and pulled it up and over his head, tugging it off his wrists. He ran his fingers over the angry looking scar, he knew from memory that someday even that would be missing from Derek's body. It was such a contrast, the inked left arm, the Grim Reaper on a motorbike, riding the clouds, a wolf howling at him, the full moon behind him. It was truly beautiful artwork, whereas on Derek's right was beautiful smooth skin marred only by the bullet wound.
'Why?' Stiles asked. Derek looked down at it, frowning.
'Wolfsbane bullet.' Derek said. 'I want to take care of you, make it good.'
'That's okay, you can take care of me later, let me take care of you now, you always lead,' Stiles said pushing Derek backwards. As Derek moved, Stiles opened his jeans and pushed them off, along with his boxers, dragging Derek's socks from his feet. Derek swallowed when he landed, and Stiles reached for his own clothes, stripping slowly, letting Derek see everything.
He moved forward and took Derek in his mouth, moving his head a few times along Derek's cock before lifting away, 'lube,' Stiles muttered. Derek gaped at him.
'I wanted to,' Derek started but Stiles glared down.
'I said I was taking care of you, you can fuck me when your arm is better,' Stiles said.
'Drawer,' Derek pointed with his chin. Stiles reached in and pulled the tube out, looking at the condoms lying in there.
'Do we need protection, because Scott told me werewolves don't carry STDs and I'm a virgin...' Stiles said looking at Derek.
'He's right, even if you did have, I wouldn't catch...' Derek leaned up and kissed Stiles.
Stiles kissed Derek as he opened the tube and straddled Derek's hips, reaching behind himself. He'd fingered himself before, but never with someone watching like this. Stiles went for quick and efficient, opening himself precisely. 'I asked you before if you had a knot?' Stiles mentioned.
'I do, I can control when I use it,' Derek admitted.
'Good, because I don't think my first time's the best time do you?' Stiles asked bending to kiss Derek again. It felt good like this, taking control, but Derek letting him have it felt so much better.
'No,' Derek said almost reverently, his hands sliding over Stiles's legs, and hips, over his ribs, around his back.
'Okay,' Stiles pulled his fingers out and jerked Derek's dick a few times, finally positioning it and sinking down so slowly, hissing at the first push, until his ass was flush with Derek's hips. It was uncomfortable but Stiles had stretched himself well so there was very little hurt.
Stiles waited a moment, getting used to the feeling then he rose up a little, and then sunk down on Derek's length, making them both shudder. He repeated the motion again and again until he'd found a good rhythm, Derek making little thrusts, but Stiles doing most of the work. 'Stiles, you drive me fucking crazy,' Derek muttered, 'come down here.' Stiles dipped and kissed Derek again, licking his lips and pressing his face into Derek's neck as he rolled against him. Stiles felt Derek's hand sneak between them, he let Derek touch him, jerk him as Stiles sat up again and rode Derek properly, biting his lip at the sight of Derek's tattooed fingers covering the clean pink flesh of his dick.
'Fuck,' Stiles muttered, looking at Derek. Derek looked good, his eyes blown; hand working Stiles, and Stiles knew he could easily live with this for the rest of his life, 'I'm going to...'
Stiles came hard, coating Derek's fingers and belly, slumping over him. Derek's hips jerked up, punching into him, and Stiles felt him tense and come, panting loudly in Stiles's ear.
Stiles lifted off Derek but stayed over Derek's thighs, rubbing his come into Derek's skin. Derek gaped at him, and for a moment it looked like he would get hard from Stiles marking him like this, but not so soon after. When Stiles was happy with his work he fell into the bed beside Derek and rested a cheek on Derek's left shoulder, just above the shaded full moon.
'Scott took off,' Derek said turning to kiss Stiles on the forehead, 'something about incest.'
Stiles grinned, he needed to talk to Scott, apologise for what he'd said, and he guessed they all did.
'Hey,' Derek broke him out of his thoughts, 'it's going to be alright.'
'I know.' Stiles said as afternoon sunlight filtered through the open window.
