First thing, wow the reviews I got from you guys were amazing! I really didn't know where I could go with this after I posted it but you're reviews guided me. Big hint there! I know a lot of you wanted to see the gang in college but I didn't think I could jump right there without tying a few loose ends up so I've turned this into three parts. The last part is finished and should be posted when my lovely beta Jo gets around to reading it. I also have to give a big shout out to Kar3 B3ar whose review gave me the idea for this.
As usual I don't own anything to do with Teen Wolf.
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The first thing Sheriff Stilinski noticed was the Tupperware. It was slowly depleting. After his wife died they had ended up with a mountain of it due to well-wishing neighbours leaving food for him and his son to eat, because apparently men can't cook after a death in the family. One Wednesday morning before dawn they had stuffed the plastic tubs in a double cupboard. Stiles had stood against one door while the Sheriff arranged it so it looked like nothing would fall out. Women they were not and the things perched precariously on each other ready to tumble. They hastily shut the doors and pointedly ignored it for about a year. Occasionally you could still hear them moving and shifting when you walked past. It was only when the Sheriff decided to obey his son for once and take a salad for lunch that he noticed the mountain had been halved.
He mused over the loss of Tupperware at work while he was supposed to be doing paperwork. Clearly Stiles was up to something, he was always up to something. Lately Stiles had been cooking some fantastic dinners and making too much. 'Plenty to freeze for when we can't be bothered to cook dad.' He said with a grin on his face loading half a lasagne into a plastic tub with a blue lid.
'Label it son; don't want us getting food poisoning.' The Sheriff said handing Stiles a sticky label. He watched Stiles write the contents and date on the white label. Thinking back, the Sheriff wasn't sure where that lasagne went but he never seen it again, either in the chest freezer downstairs or on the table when he finished a late shift.
The second thing he noticed was a few days after the Tupperware incident. He had a day off and decided to do some laundry. Usually Stiles would do it while doing homework but the Sheriff wanted to give his son a break. He wondered if giving Stiles more time to scheme was a good idea but he went ahead, dumping laundry from two bedroom hampers and the bathroom into a big basket. He made his way to the basement grabbing a book as he went. He sorted the dark laundry first, and was surprised by the results.
He held up a pair of black boxer briefs that belonged to neither him nor Stiles. Stiles always wore crazy shorts with Homer Simpson or Animal from the Muppets on them. These were too plain to belong to his son. He considered Scott for a brief second before dismissing that idea. These would be too large for Scott. He tossed them into the washer along with a handful of socks but one of those caught his eye too. They weren't his because he always wore thick socks in his boots and Stiles socks were like his undershorts, colourful and crazy. These were thin trouser socks, plain black.
He was so busy wondering at the presence of the alien items in the wash hamper he forgot all about the book but instead stared at the washing machine as if it held all the answers. If only clothes could talk. He was starting to think like Stiles! He smiled when he thought of his son. Stiles had seemed happier lately, less lonely. He hadn't got into trouble too much and he seemed to be doing his schoolwork which was a refreshing change.
He discovered another clue later on that day. He had stepped into Stiles room to leave clean laundry on his dresser. Naturally there was no room and he had to shuffle stuff about until he found something that resembled a semi flat surface. He placed the folded clothes there, complete with foreign items on top where he was sure his son would see them and bent to collect the fallen debris. There was a pen, some hair gel and a spare car key.
The car key belonged to a Camaro and it had a key ring with a cuddly wolf on it. The Sheriff frowned, he only knew of one Camaro in Beacon Hills that stuck in his mind. And Stiles didn't use hair gel. He pocketed the keys and put the hair gel in the bathroom along with the rest of the grooming products. Going back to his son's bedroom he busied himself looking for dirty dishes left lying around when he came across the hardest evidence in his investigation of Stiles. It was a strip of photo booth photos. The subjects were Stiles Stilinski and Derek Hale.
The top one showed Derek glaring at Stiles as Stiles tried to force the man's lips into a grotesque smile. The second one had Stiles making a silly face with Derek still glaring at him. Third Derek was pinching the bridge of his nose in a manner the Sheriff had done a thousand times around Stiles while Stiles blew a raspberry at the camera. The final one made the Sheriff's heart kick. They had their eyes closed and lips pressed together in a kiss.
The sheriff sighed. Only Stiles would offer him the prospect of Derek Hale, once lead suspect in a murder investigation as a son in law. He took the photo strip and stuck it to the fridge with a magnet. It wasn't the only photo strip. There were several, one of The Sheriff and his late wife when they started dating, one of Stiles and his mom, one of him and Stiles and one of the three of them. Then he hung the spare keys to the Camaro on one of the key hooks by the door. The Sheriff smiled before turning to make himself a cup of coffee and sit back to watch how long it took Stiles to freak out.
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'I think we have to tell my dad.' Stiles said resting his chin on Derek's chest. Derek's arm was around his back drawing lazy circles on his skin.
'I suppose that's logically the next step yes.' Derek said. 'But know this; I am against telling him on the grounds of his marksmanship. You told me yourself, he's a fantastic shot. Didn't he beat Chris Argent at the Summer Fete?'
'I'm eighteen. I can have a boyfriend so he can't maim you because of that.'
'I'm not worried about him maiming me because I'm your boyfriend. No, he'll maim me because I'm Derek Hale and he once hunted me for murder.'
'So what you're telling me is if we tell him tonight this could be your last day on earth.' Stiles said moving so he was lying on top of Derek. Derek ran his hands down Stiles sides and cupped his ass, squeezing the globes in his hands.
'I don't think I'm going to die tonight.' Derek said.
'I don't think you understand what I mean. If this is your last afternoon of lying in bed making pillow talk with me then I could be eating pillow instead of talking it.' Stiles said grinding his hips into Derek.
'Sounds like a plan.' Derek said flipping them so Stiles was under him face down on the bed. He laughed at the shocked gasp his boyfriend let out before dropping his head and pressing his lips to the back of Stiles neck.
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They took Derek's car. It was Stiles idea. He reckoned that if his father banned him from seeing Derek at least he had to go out there to get his jeep so they would be able to plan to run away together. They pulled into the driveway and Derek shut off the engine. The flickering light behind the curtain told them that the Sheriff was watching television. Stiles leaned over and kissed Derek before he got out of the car. 'I'll shout when it's time for you to come inside.' Stiles said closing the door. He walked into the house and found his Dad not in the living room but at the kitchen table.
'What's up Daddio!' He asked ruffling his fingers through his dad's hair.
'Nothing much.' His dad said patting his hand. 'What have you been up to?'
'This and that.' Stiles grinned taking a seat. He tried not to fidget. 'We need to talk.'
'Ok. Can you get me a bottle of beer from the fridge? I'm parched. Hey you can have one too if you want.' The Sheriff said. Stiles whipped around to look at him.
'Are you serious? You're allowing me beer?'
'Surely you've had beer before.'
'Yeah but I've never told you.' Stiles said, slapping his head when he replayed his words. The Sheriff just laughed. Stiles lifted two bottles from the fridge. He set them on the bench, shut the door with a thud, and froze. There in the middle of the white fridge door was an L magnet from his childhood days holding the photos from the booth Stiles had forced Derek into a few weeks ago.
'You look like a goldfish Stiles shut your mouth.' The sheriff said but he didn't sound angry. Stiles closed his eyes and let his forehead thump onto the cold fridge door. 'Hey I'm waiting for that beer.'
Stiles thought about his options. He could run. He was just a few feet from the back door; it would take him seconds to hop over the fence and into Derek's car. Or he could be a man and face the music. He could turn and look his dad in the eye and tell him all about his big gay love for Derek Hale. Right now running sounded like the best option, but Stiles had never been a coward. Much.
'Beer then Dad!' He said turning around and handing the bottle the man at the table. He flipped the lid and took a long gulp before dropping into the seat opposite his father.
'Are you hungry? I am. Should we order a pizza?'
'What? Pizza?' Stiles asked looking back at the fridge to see if he had imagined the picture. No it was still there. 'Sure. Pizza.'
'Would an extra-large be enough for the three of us? Why didn't you get Derek a beer? Is he going to come in or sit in the car all night?'
'Derek? Yes sure he'll come in.' Stiles said. He watched the doorway and sure enough it was filled by Derek in a few seconds, his fists balled in his pockets in his favourite pose. Stiles stood up and retrieved a third beer from the fridge. He paused to look around the room. It had been like this forever, same blue tiles and granite worktop. He wondered at all the drama those walls had seen. It was about to see even more. 'Sit down.' Stiles said setting the bottle of beer at an empty seat.
The Sheriff jumped and frowned, wondering when Derek had come in no doubt. He recovered quickly, as Sheriffs tend to do when they get shocks, and handed the telephone to Stiles. 'Meat feast ok?' Stiles asked looking at the phone. No one disagreed so he dialled the number and ordered the food.
'So how long has this been going on?' The Sheriff asked leaning back in his chair. Stiles frowned, realising they had sat across the table from his dad. The dim light above his head and the silence of the three of them reminded him of an grainy old cop movie. Come to think of it his Dad looked like the tired ruffled cop who always got the job done and Derek looked like the perfect villain. Sexy and mysterious.
'About a year.' Derek answered. Stiles was surprised when he did, he thought he would have to do all the talking but it seemed Derek wasn't abandoning him. Derek still had his hands in his pockets. Stiles wanted to reach out and touch him, try to brush the tension from his arms but he knew he daren't move. One wrong move and his dad would be pulling a gun from his hip to shoot before they got away. Wait that was the Wild West not the Stilinski kitchen.
'A whole year.' Sheriff Stilinski said. 'And I'm the last to know.' He said. Stiles felt guilt well in his belly. His dad looked cut and he hated that. After his mum died they had done the best they could together and he didn't want his dad to feel helpless and alone. He wanted his Dad to accept Derek. God knows there were all short of family members here so giving Derek a family and letting Derek be part of their family would be a big bonus for both men.
'No Dad, you're the first. Scott doesn't even know.' Stiles said.
'Why did you keep it a secret for so long then?'
'There was so much to deal with, my gayness and attraction to sour puss here and then getting to grips with my first relationship and all the werewolf stuff and you have no idea how much Adderall I've taken today and quite frankly neither do I so I don't know what I'm saying and I'm rambling on because I really love Derek and I really love you and I want you two to get on but I don't know if you will and Derek bought me a house.' Stiles took a breath and looked at his father. He felt Derek tense beside him because he said the word werewolf but he was under so much stress right now he felt like crying but he hadn't cried since the night his mother was buried and he wasn't about to start.
'You bought him a house?' The Sheriff asked with a frown.
'Yes sir.' Derek said. 'I wanted to give him a good start at Berkley so I bought a house.'
'And will you live in it with him?' The Sheriff asked.
'If he wants me to.' Derek said.
'What if you two break up?'
'We won't break up.' They spoke at the same time, said the same words like an echo of each other. The Sheriff laughed then, and suddenly the tension was broke. Derek relaxed a bit and Stiles let himself flop back in the chair.
'You know you're a handsome couple.' The sheriff said. Stiles guessed he was choosing his words carefully. 'I'm not saying it won't be awkward but for some unknown reason I trust Stiles judgement, at least on this, and I actually believed you Derek when you told me you had nothing to do with the murders a few years back. So I'm going to give you two my blessing. Don't let me down either of you.' He said finally taking a drink of his beer. When the door knocked he perked up and handed Stiles his wallet. 'Go pay for that while I threaten Derek in private would you son.' He said with a grin. Stiles looked a little alarmed but Derek actually chuckled so Stiles figured no one would kill anybody while he got the food.
'I don't have to say it do I Hale?' The sheriff said.
'No. I love your son. He means the world to me. Don't tell him I said that or I'll never live it down.' Derek said.
'You're secrets safe with me.'
'What secret?' Stiles asked coming back into the room and dumping the boxes on the table before grabbing plates and napkins.
'Nothing. How much food did you order?' The Sheriff asked.
'Enough. Are you two ganging up on me already?' Stiles asked.
'Sit down and eat your food.' The Sheriff said. 'Derek take your coat off and look like you're staying.' They tucked into the food and all was quiet for a moment before the Sheriff spoke again. 'Hey From Paris With Love is on tonight. You two kids want to hang out and watch it with me?'
'Sure. I haven't seen it yet.' Derek said nudging Stiles. Stiles grinned around his pizza. Now all he had to do was tell his friends. He pictured Scott's grossed out face. Perhaps his dad had been the least of his problems.
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It was weird having Derek use the front door and not the window. He ate dinner with them almost every night now; Stiles had been feeding him for almost a year anyway so he was just getting the food a bit fresher and hotter. He ate breakfast most mornings as well and Stiles had expected his dad to have something to say but the Sheriff remained quiet on the subject.
'Hey dad, are you ok with Derek staying?' Stiles asked. He had just arrived home from school to find his dad tucking into an early dinner.
'I'd rather you were here than at his place.' Sheriff Stilinski said. 'Only thing I worry about is that bed of yours. It's so damn small and Hale's a big guy.' He went back to reading the paper, not expecting a response which was a good thing because Stiles was silently dying at the thought of his father wondering about sleeping dynamics between himself and Derek. His dad was right though, the bed was small but they had found that they managed just fine crushed together with Derek's nose at the back of Stiles neck. Sometimes Stiles would wake to feel Derek licking and nibbling him there like it was some sort of twisted turn on.
Stiles was delighted when he came home from school one Friday afternoon to find the Camaro parked in the driveway beside his dad's car. He pulled the jeep in behind the black car and rushed inside. He could hear voices in the basement and he made his way downstairs. The gentle hum of the dryer gave the room a cosy feel even though it wasn't cold. Derek was leaning against the washing machine waiting for the last of his clothes to finish rolling around the dryer while the Sheriff was lounging on the old sofa that was once blue but was now a faded grey colour. He gave his dad a manly shoulder punch before shoving Derek out of the way and hopping onto the washing machine to sit.
'What are you two talking about?' Stiles asked leaning forward to kiss Derek's cheek over his shoulder. Derek leaned back against him, crossing his arms and legs. Stiles let his arm hang around Derek's neck.
'Who the best vocalist for AC DC is.' The Sheriff said.
'Bon Scott.' Stiles said immediately.
'That's my boy!' The Sheriff crowed standing up and high fiving his son. He could feel Derek scowl beside him. 'I'm off, got that date tonight.' He told Derek with a wink.
'Date? What date? Who's he dating?' Stiles asked sticking his face into Derek's neck.
'I'm not telling you because you said Bon Scott.'
'Bull, I just said it to please dad, Brian is the man for the job.' Stiles tried to say but Derek could tell he was lying. 'Seriously, you're going to have a strop over this?'
'How was school?' Derek asked changing the subject.
'Allison lost a nail with kittens or something painted on it that cost twenty bucks so Scott skipped third period to look for it. I sat beside Jackson and he whined about you the whole time. Apparently you're never off his ass. And we got details of our senior prom. Hey do you want to be my hot sexy man date?'
'I don't think a prom would be my cup of tea.' Derek said turning in Stiles arms. He wrapped his arms around Stiles and nuzzled into his throat. 'A lot of people still see me as the creepy outcast who probably murdered my sister and other folks before I manipulated the police into blaming my dead uncle and getting away scot free.'
'True.' Stiles said trying to hide the disappointment. 'You would look so hot in a tux.'
'Maybe I'll wear one just for you and we'll have our own private prom.' Derek said kissing Stiles throat.
'Yes but then I don't get to show you off like a piece of prime beef!'
'Don't pout little rabbit.' Derek's voice was low and husky. 'I'll still come out to play.'
Stiles shivered in his arms. 'I don't know if that was hot or creepy.' He admitted. Derek laughed and reached to Stiles lips for a kiss but Stiles turned his head away.
'What?' Derek asked.
'Tell me about my dad's date or I won't put out all weekend.' Stiles threatened. Derek laughed again. They both knew there was no way Stiles would actually be able to go through with his threat but he would try. Derek didn't fancy the trying.
'He's going on a date with some woman from the bakery.' He said kissing Stiles neck. Stiles frowned going through a mental list of names.
'Judith?'
'That's the one.' Derek said, bored already with the conversation. He wondered if he could get naked before dinner.
'She makes great apple pie.' Stiles said. 'Hey paws out of my pants!' Stiles snapped.
'Why?' Derek whined, although he denied it later.
'You wanted a pack meeting out at your place tonight. You're always on everybody's ass for being late and if you're late it's a crap example you're setting.' Stiles said. Derek growled, Stiles was right but he didn't care.
'Don't care, still want a quickie.' Derek grunted lifting Stiles off the washing machine and carrying him to the couch where he was unceremoniously dumped in a heap.
'Oh my god I'm being seduced in my parents basement. I feel like the luckiest geek boy alive.' Stiles said as Derek tugged off his pants.
'Shut up Stiles.' Derek said as he removed his clothes before lying down on the couch and manhandling Stiles until his boyfriend was spread out on top of him. He opened his mouth and sucked the tip of Stiles dick into his mouth, groaning when he felt Stiles doing the same. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked for a moment before pulling off. Stiles dick slipped from his mouth with a dirty little pop. Derek heard him whine at the loss of contact but he had other plans. He shifted Stiles hips a little and spread his cheeks licking into Stiles puckered hole.
Stiles twitched and pushed back onto Derek's face as Derek's fat tongue fucked his ass open. Stiles dick was rubbing on Derek's chest but there wasn't enough friction and he jerked his hips in frantic little motions, afraid of dislodging Derek from his place but aching for release already. He kept sucking Derek's cock until his nose was buried in Derek's black pubes, then pulling back to gasp air into his lungs before he dipped his head again. He felt Derek's hand sneak up his body to tug on his nipple ring and he hissed, Derek's cock still half in his mouth. The sensation made Derek jerk his hips and he almost chocked before he got himself under control. Derek tugged the ring a few more times before pulling his hand back to Stiles cock. He wrapped a warm fist around Stiles but didn't move, just squeezed and pulsed his hand around Stiles hard length.
The feeling of Derek's tongue fucking his ass, and his hand on his cock had Stiles coming before he realised what was happening. He forgot to breathe and Derek fucked into his mouth a few times before he unloaded himself down Stiles throat. Stiles coughed and swallowed as Derek lifted Stiles hips to pull him over Derek's face so Derek could clean up the mess on Stiles belly.
He loved it when Derek did things like this, showing off his raw power and strength. It would almost have him hard again in seconds. 'Clean me up.' Derek said and Stiles twisted himself until he could lick Derek clean. When he was done he flopped on top of his boyfriend on the sofa. 'That was wow.' Stiles said.
'It was.' Derek agreed trailing his fingers down Stiles spine. 'Now go get my washing.' He demanded slapping Stiles ass. Stiles jerked up and stuck his tongue out. He rolled off Derek, fell in a heap on the floor then made a show of going to the dryer naked to pull Derek's clothes out. 'If you want fucked you're going about it the right way.' Derek warned.
Stiles just smirked as he stuffed Derek's clothes into his bag.
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'Stiles! Why was Derek's car at your house today?' Scott whispered. They were standing on the edge of the forest waiting for Jackson and Danny. Derek was staring into space while Lydia and Allison pored over some fashion magazine. It was a balmy May evening and the birds were still scooting about the trees getting the last of their business in before nightfall.
'He does his laundry in my basement.' Stiles said like it was the most natural thing in the world. Derek snorted a laugh at Stiles response remembering exactly what had happened in the basement that afternoon.
'He does his laundry.' Scott tone was incredulous. 'Derek uses a washing machine.'
'How else is he going to get his clothes to smell of white blossoms and candy?' Stiles snapped. Derek rolled his eyes and walked further into the clearing waiting for Jackson. Scott watched him go until he was sure he was out of earshot. Then he turned to Stiles and tugged his arm.
'I think he's got a girl.'
'Oh?' Stiles said.
'Yes, he's doing laundry and the other day he was complaining about how dangerous his house was. He says it's not safe. It's never bothered him before. I think he's trying to impress a mate.' Scott said.
'Really.' Stiles said. He wondered why he'd never thought of mating before. He read about it in one of the old books Derek had left in his room before they were a couple but it was well over a year ago and his memories were foggy. Apparently a wolf would know right away who his true mate was and the need to claim that mate would be almost impossible to resist the more time they spent together. It was a complicated process of biting in the right place and re-biting the wound until the wolf felt a connection with the mate. Derek has been using Stiles window now for almost a year and he had yet to make any mention of mating, and the biting thing had definitely never happened. All Derek ever left were well hidden hickeys. Maybe I'm not his true mate he thought to himself, ignoring the uncomfortable twist in his gut.
'Allison's my true mate. I asked Derek what having a mate felt like. He said it's when you know as much about them as they do, even when they don't have to tell you.' Scott blathered on, unaware of Stiles internal struggle. 'Hey did you know some wolves never find their true mate, just live life out with second bests. I can't imagine being someone's second best could you, and the thought that you might be given up at any second when their real mate comes along.'
'Sounds horrific.' Stiles said. He was starting to panic. He didn't want to be here anymore! He wanted to go home and curl up in a ball and rock himself to sleep. A year they had been a couple and Stiles still hadn't been claimed as a mate. He must be Derek's second best. He tried to imagine how it would feel if Derek's true mate turned up. How his heart would break.
Derek came back then with his arm around Jackson. Jackson was Derek's favourite. He had told Stiles himself that Jackson was his favourite because he was the only one in the pack to be turned by Derek's bite. Sure Jackson was hard work but he had turned out to be a great wolf, if a little cocky. Derek was immensely proud of Jackson. Derek had put a lot of hours in with Jackson, more than with Scott but Scott wasn't keen on spending that much time with the Alpha. There was still a big wide Grand Canyon sized channel of mistrust and shifty glances between them. Stiles watched as Derek pushed Jackson away and waited for Danny to join them before speaking.
'I want the humans to run and the wolves to catch them.' Derek said. 'You're all going off to college soon and I don't know if you'll all go to the same place or not. I need to know that my pack can protect itself in some measure without me around.' Derek said. 'Be resourceful guys, remember we heal well and we heal quickly. I'll give you a head start.' Derek said. No one moved and if Stiles wasn't in so much gut wrenching agony he would have laughed out loud at the look on Derek's face. 'Run!' He snapped. The humans scattered, Stiles paused for the briefest of seconds but Derek wasn't looking at him. He had cocked his head and was listening to something Jackson was saying. Sighing he took off at a jog as the wolves gathered around Derek.
He was about a mile off them at the back of the old house when he decided enough was enough. He didn't need this anymore so he made his way through the old shell and into his jeep at the front. He didn't look back as he tore through the forest for home.
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Stiles heard the feet on the roof outside his window. He wondered why Derek wasn't using the door before he remembered he wasn't supposed to care anymore. Sighing he pulled his duvet closer as the window shifted open.
'You idiot!' A voice said but it wasn't Derek's. It was Scott's. Stiles sat up and looked at his best friend. 'We looked everywhere for you. We were getting really worried when Lydia discovered your jeep was away.' Scott hissed. 'Derek's mad. I reckon he might rip your throat out for sure this time. I haven't seen him this angry in forever.'
'He told me to run from the wolves. I did.'
'He meant hide then use self-defence. I thought I was the dumb one.' Scott said. 'You had us so panicked that something else happened. I thought Derek was going to tear the whole forest up.'
Stiles just shrugged and lounged back into the bed. 'I had a headache. I came home. I don't need permission from anyone to come home.'
'No but you could have said something.' Scott said running his hand through his hair. 'What's wrong, you're not normally this quiet.'
'Nothing.'
'It's because you don't have a date for prom yet. Because Allison said she knows a few girls she can hook you up with.'
'No it's not prom.' Stiles said turning his back to Scott and lying down.
'It totally is. Some of the girls are nice that don't have dates yet, we'll get you hooked up and you never know, maybe you can finally get rid of that v card you carry around.' Scott said shoving his shoulder.
Stiles jumped out of bed. 'I'm gay. I'm not a virgin. I'm not going to prom with a girl. In fact, I don't think I'll go at all. Now get out of my room and let me be!' He shouted. He regretted it instantly. A look of hurt flashed across Scott's face. Stiles sighed. He was too soft. 'Look I'm sorry.'
'You're gay.'
'I think I'm bi but I've only ever been with a guy.' Stiles shrugged. He watched as Scott nodded. He stayed sitting where he was.
'And you've…with another guy…' Scott said waving his hand around the room.
'Yes.' Stiles said. He tried not to smile at Scott's awkwardness. He didn't feel like smiling.
'Oh. You could have said something.' Scott said. 'Who was it?'
Stiles swallowed. If this had of happened last night he would have told Scott exactly who was in his bed. He couldn't now. He thought back to the conversation in the forest about being second best and he didn't want that pitying look from Scott. Didn't think he could take it. So he took a deep breath and tried to work out how he could lie to his friend without being caught out.
'It started last summer. I thought it would be a one-time deal.' He said. Scott nodded again. 'Thank you.' Stiles suddenly said sitting back down on the bed.
'For what?'
'For not running away or leaving when I told you to. For letting me scream at you. For being my best friend.' Stiles said patting Scott on the arm.
'Hey we'll always be friends. No matter what happens.' Scott said looking out the window. 'Dude its 3 am, think I could grab a pillow and bed down at the bottom?'
'Anytime.' Stiles said. 'Just keep your big ugly feet out of my face.'
'Hey I have beautiful feet. You're the one with the dodgy feet.' Scott said tugging his hoodie over his head and pushing his jeans off. They had lain like this a hundred times, one at the top of the bed and the other at the bottom. Stiles loved Scott even more in that moment. Less than half an hour ago Scott had found out Stiles was into boys and he was still willing to bed down beside him.
'Night Stiles.' Scott grinned.
'Night buddy.' Stiles said. He wondered what Derek was doing right now and why he hadn't come in the window. He wondered what Derek's mate was like. Then he wondered why he liked to torture himself like this.