A/N: Wow, I'm very happy about the response that this story has gotten so far! I'm pretty shocked! I want to thank everyone that has read it!
After leaving the classroom, Stiles made his way across campus to the library. He had a bit of time to kill as he waited for noon to roll around. He always met up with Scott for lunch when their schedules meshed.
Stiles sat at a table located in the far back corner of the library and pulled out his laptop to browse the internet and waist time. With his new 4 PM deadline in mind, the minutes seemed to pass at a sluggish pace. Every time he'd grab his phone to check the time, only a few minutes had passed.
Even with his ADHD he wasn't usually so fidgety, the prospect of seeing Derek was making him anxious and excited. He couldn't stop tapping his foot and strumming against the table with his fingers, which earned him a few heated glares. He, along with most of the students around him, where relieved when it came time to pack up his things and head for the cafeteria.
When he spotted Scott sitting at their usual table by the window, he had already grabbed a large plate of curly fries, an oversized slice of cheesy greasy pizza and a coke.
He was hardly in his seat before his mouth was filled with fries.
"Slow down bro, you'll choke." Scott spoke as a greeting, humor floating behind his eyes.
"Oh, but what a way to go!" Stiles answered as he chewed and swallowed the heavenly deliciousness that flooded over his taste buds. Scott chuckled as they both ate their food in relative silence. Well in the sense that Stiles only spoke half as much as normal.
"So uh, want to come get coffee with me around say…4ish?" Stiles asked while picking at his plate and avoiding Scott's eyes.
"Sorry man, I'm meeting Allison around three and we're spending the rest of the day together." Scott apologized and continued to eat, not noticing the anxiety radiating off of his best friend. Oblivious as normal.
"Oh yeah ok. Rain check." Stiles grumbled internally to himself. 'So much for a wing man.' Thought Stiles as he took the last bite of his pizza crust, savoring the flavors. 'Guess I'm on my own.'
After parting ways, Stiles headed towards his final class of the day. And he defiantly did not spend the entire lecture thinking about what to say to Derek and what to wear. (Gah, Lydia was right, all my clothes suck!) Nope, not even for a second.
At 2:30 PM he walked into his apartment, shut the door and dropped to the couch. He felt his tummy jiggle at the movement.
Now that he was distraction free and entirely alone, all of his restless thoughts flooded to the surface.
(What do I wear? What do I say? Will he recognize me? Is he even into guys? )
Stiles growled to himself as he clamped his hands over his eyes, rubbing them gently. He took a few deep breathes and urged himself to calm the fuck down.
Finally deciding that the best solution would be a relaxing shower, he forced his way off the comfortable couch and into the bathroom.
The feel of the water on his body instantly stopped the throbbing in his head. He closed his eyes, tilted his head back and allowed the water to flow over his soft skin.
Scott was with Allison, and he had at least an hour before Derek started his shift, so he was allowed to take his sweet time.
It wasn't until he was completely relaxed from the soothing sound and feel of the water that he became aware of a new throbbing in his body. It had traveled from his head to between his legs and it demanded attention.
He grabbed a wash cloth and lathered it with sweet smelling soap. Starting with his neck, he ran the soapy cloth over the smooth wet skin. A small gasp escaped his lips and he couldn't stop the thoughts of Derek that instantly plagued his mind.
Everywhere that he touched he envisioned that it was Derek touching him. He could practically feel the man's strong hands brushing over his skin and his scratchy stubble scrapping deliciously against him as Derek kissed his way down his body.
When he reached his rounded stomach he shivered at the feeling. The touch of the soapy cloth mixed with the constant stream of warm water cascading over his softened curves was intoxicating.
He could vividly imagine Derek kneeled before him licking at the droplets of water, his warm tongue running over the soft shapes of his tummy, his smooth thighs and hips. He had never imagined how sensitive his new larger, softer body might be and he was surprised by how appealing the idea was. He wanted to be explored and devoured, every inch of him, in every way.
It wasn't long before the ache of his throbbing cock was too undeniable and he wrapped his long fingers around his shaft, dropping the cloth to the shower floor. He moaned loud at the contact on his heated skin and shuddered at the thought that his hand would be nothing compared to Derek's.
He was so worked up that it only took a few hard strokes before he was calling out Derek's name and cuming hard all over his hand and the tile wall. Water washed away the evidence as he finished up his shower much more relaxed.
By the time Stiles had tried on and eliminated basically every possibility of wardrobe choices he had, it was 4:30PM. He had decided that it would seem weird to show up at exactly 4 PM.
He had finally settled on a pair of dark tight fitting jeans, a plain black t-shirt and a red and black plaid over shirt. He looked at himself in the mirror, scrutinizing his appearance. It had taken him so long to pick out something to wear because his clothing selection didn't exactly accommodate for his more recent larger frame.
He was most concerned about the jeans. His shirt hid most of his new tummy and thickened chest, only slightly noticeable in the way that the fabric was stretch a bit tighter in the front, a little belly button indent visible beneath. But his jeans, which had once been baggy, now seemed borderline skinny jeans. His fleshy hips curled slightly over the waistband and he definitely had an ass now, round and pushing against the fabric.
Making a mental note to stop at the mall on Saturday, Stiles locked up the apartment and hopped into his jeep. The coffee shop was within walking distance, but he didn't feel much like being sweaty and out of breath the first time he spoke to Derek.
It took a total of 6 minutes to drive to the coffee shop, and that is including 2 red lights. That wasn't near long enough to mentally prepare himself. Stiles awkwardly sat in the parked jeep starring intently at the front window of the shop.
He spotted Derek through the glass and his heart immediately started pounding irrationally fast within his chest. Stuffing his keys into his pocket, he jumped out of the vehicle. He made his way to the front door before he had a chance to change his mind. When his fingers touched the cold medal of the handle, he knew it was too late to back out.
The first thing Stiles noticed when he entered the shop was the smell of coffee and baked goods that practically slapped him in the face. He felt his mouth water as he took in the sight before him.
He had passed the shop many times, yet he had never been inside. It was just like your typical coffee joint, tables and comfortable chairs set up, a fireplace and many shelves filled with books. At the front of the shop was located a counter and a massive display case filled with sugary baked goods, from cakes and cookies, to pies and tarts. Mocha Haven indeed.
The second thing that he noticed upon entering was that Derek was even more delicious in uniform then he had imagined. He wore a form fitting thin white t-shirt, a plain black apron and sinfully tight black jeans. Stiles was instantly grateful for his shower-alone-time and his nerves or the sight of Derek alone would have caused some embarrassing results.
Stiles noticed that Derek was being trained and was grateful and yet slightly disappointed that he wouldn't be alone with the man.
Stiles eyed the menu posted up on the wall and debated on getting a reasonable black coffee or going for a sugary whipped cream topped heavenly drink.
When he walked up to the counter, he felt his entire body buzz with excitement and nerves.
"Welcome to Mocha Haven, I'm Erica, what may I brew for you today?" The young woman who spoke was a beautiful blonde with a blinding yet mischievous smile. "Ok now you say it." She whispered, elbowing Derek playfully and turned to look at him expectantly.
Derek cleared his throat and spoke. "Welcome to Mocha Haven, I'm Derek." He threw on a forced smile at the end for good measure. After another elbow from Erica he continued. "What may I brew for you today?"
It took all Stiles had within him not to snort at the pained expression on the man's face.
"Sorry about him." Teased Erica chuckling. "He's new and I'm training him. He clearly needs a lot of work." Derek glared in response and huffed slightly in displeasure.
"I'm sure you'll make him barista of the year in no time." Stiles attempted to joke, feeling a bit awkward, but smiling brightly all the same.
"You're cute." Erica winked at him as she asked him again for his order. Feeling brave and well…hungry, Stiles ordered a large caramel iced Cappuccino with whipped cream and a big piece of double chocolate cake. After handing over the money he owed, Erica asked him for his name to write on the cup.
Before he got a chance to respond he heard the question being answered for him. "It's Stiles." Derek answered from his spot behind the glass case as he served up the cake. Derek momentarily looked almost as shocked as Stiles at his own voice before the expression cleared and his usual uninterested expression resurfaced. Erica just shrugged and walked over to the Cappuccino machine.
Derek slid the cake across the counter to Stiles, seemingly avoiding direct eye contact. "Um here's your cake, if you take a seat I'll, uh, bring your drink in a minute."
All Stiles could do was nod as he grabbed the plate from the counter. Shuffling across the floor, he sat down at a comfy chair by the fireplace and starred at his cake.
Well that certainly answered his question. Derek knew he existed.
A/N: Yay Chapter two! Sorry that it's a bit slow right now, just got to build up a bit so the fun can happen. I'm always open to feed back and ideas! Thank you so much for reading; I hope you like it so far! XOX