Stiles got out of bed in the morning around and it was a Saturday so school was not on the agenda. He took a shower, jacked off in said shower, got dressed, made himself a generous breakfast, and then he got in his jeep and started the engine. He was headed over to the burned up Hale estate to talk to Derek about Scott, and how they both need to get over themselves and be pack. Seeing Derek would also be a perk to his little trip. He drove down the dirt road that lead to the hale house, and parked his car in front of the porch. He saw Derek's Camaro parked by the side of the house, so he knew that he had to be here, or at least close. He walked up to the door and opened it, knocking would be useless, Derek knows he's here; he probably heard Stiles the moment his jeep started up the driveway. When he walks into the house he doesn't see Derek immediately, so he goes through the living room, and finally into the kitchen where he finds Derek.
Derek is in the doorway, or rather hanging onto the doorway and doing chin-ups with his back toward Stiles. Stiles, of course, takes full advantage of the fact that Derek can't see him, and makes a point of studying every way his muscles move as he pulls himself up over the doorframe, and again when he lowers himself back down, only to repeat the process again. He sees the thick black spirals of his tattoo move with his skin, how his shoulder blades come together slightly, and how he has two indents on his lower back that lead to his perfect, tight –
"Stiles," Derek says as he drops to his feet and turns to face his visitor, "do you want something?"
"Yes…yes I do." Stiles mindlessly replies, eyes scanning over Derek's chest. Realizing his mistake, he snaps his eyes up to meet those of a now-smirking Derek, and restates himself "you and Scott need to stop this little pissing contest that you both seem to be losing, and be pack."
Derek just loses the smirk and glares at Stiles for a moment. "First of all, there is no pissing contest, but if there was, I think we both know I would be winning. Secondly, I have nothing against Scott being pack, in fact, he already is. When he's done moping, he can come to me and we can start training."
"Seriously? That's it? Scotts already pack? Then Scott really needs to get his head out of his ass already. I mean, training a werewolf has proven to be a difficult, not to mention dangerous task for me." Stiles grunts as he is shoved against the wall.
"You have been training Scott?" Derek growls
"Uh...y-yes…is that a problem?"
"Of course it's a fucking problem, Stiles! Scott isn't in control; he could hurt you and have no idea what he's doing. God dammit, you can't get hurt!" His growl noticeably lessens toward the end, but his green eyes are still ringed with a glowing red as he stares intensely at Stiles. Stiles looks at Derek for a moment and visibly relaxes in Derek's hold before a small mischievous smile makes its way across his face.
"You care about me."
"Stiles…" Derek growls in warning
"Oh, come on! Admit it, you care about me!" Stiles says with a shit-eating grin
"Fine, I'll let you know exactly how much I care about you if you answer one question."
"Yeah, ok, fine." Stiles answers reluctantly, his smile fading into a quizzical expression "I answer yours and you answer mine."
Derek smiles wolfishly as he crowds Stiles even further into the wall, making their chests come together. He leans down a bit and brings his cheek to rest against Stiles' as he inhales deeply
"Tell me why I can smell arousal on you."
Stiles stiffens beneath him, and as Derek pulls back he smirks at the expression on Stiles' face. His face is paled, his eyes are wide and his jaw is clenched. When Derek raises his eyebrow, a deep blush starts to rise on Stiles' cheeks, and his lips part as his jaw unclenches, then come together as he closes his mouth again. After about 30 seconds of this, Stiles is apparently satisfied with the number of times he opened and closed his mouth, he seems to have come to his conclusion. He straightens his posture and narrows his eyes as he looks straight into Derek's.
"You smell my arousal because I am aroused, and you have a heightened sense of smell that allows you to notice the distinct rise in pheromones coming off of me, in the same way it does any other hormonal teenager."
"You know that's not what I meant."
"I know that, but if you wanted a different answer, you should have phrased your question differently. Your turn."
Derek glares at the teen before him, annoyed that he didn't get the kind of answer he wanted, then an amused grin played across his face as he realized that Stiles had found a way to answer the question while at the same time completely avoid it, and all without telling a single lie, because he knows that a lie wouldn't go undetected. And to top it off, he came up with it quickly; he was smart. Derek took a moment to revel in his choice of mate, and then answered the question.
He leaned in close and took Stiles' jaw in his hand, their lips no more than a centimeter apart as he spoke. "Yes, Stiles, I care about you." Is all he said before moving forward to close the small distance that kept him from the teen, and pressed their lips together. Stiles lips started moving against his without hesitation, and let out a small gasp as Derek's tongue ran across his lower lip. As soon as his lips parted, Derek's tongue was inside his mouth, tangling with his own, and Derek's hand that wasn't holding Stiles' jaw slid down to press into the small of his back. One of Stiles' hands was lightly fisted in Derek's hair, and the other was looped under Derek's arm and reaching up to grab his bare shoulder. The kiss wasn't slow, but it wasn't fast either. It was harsh and needy, while being soft and tender. Stiles thought the kiss was perfect, although he didn't exactly have anything to compare it to. Derek also thought the kiss was perfect, just like his mate was. Stiles was a little awkward, and inexperienced, but he was also eager, and it more than made up for it. This was Stiles' first kiss and Derek knew it; hell, Derek thrived on it. He loved the fact that he would be Stiles' first; first kiss, first love, first fuck, and every other first sexual experience that Derek planned to give him. He would be his first, and he would be his only.
Derek smiled when he pulled away, which left Stiles with a very dumb-struck look on his face, because, Derek Hale smiling? Stiles could hardly believe anything that was happening.
"Stiles, go home. I'll find you later." Because it was just like Derek to be vague.
The teen just nodded quickly before turning and walking out the door with a wide-eyed look.