Hey guys,

This update is early, but I finished it and said, "why not?"

Thanks for the kind words after reading the last chapter.

I hope you enjoy this chapter as well. 8)

Title: Drums

Time Together: 10 Weeks

The couple was lying on their backs in an open field, letting the silence of the summer air fill their lungs; Stiles twiddling his thumbs in the palm of Derek's right hand. The roughness always compelled him. It was like his catnip; he had to play with it. Derek was on his back, hand behind his head, looking to Stiles, whose eyes were staring at the motion of his thumbs. As they day grew to a close, Stiles had fallen asleep, still holding Derek's hand in his. The older teen slowly rose and picked the younger up like a new bride, smiling when the unconscious boy wrapped his arms around his neck and nuzzled into it.

"Stiles." Derek whispered, gaining a small sound from his boyfriend. "Where do you want to go?"

"Where are you going?" He grumbled opening his eyes ever so slightly.

"That's not what I asked." Derek kissed Stiles on his forehead. "Where do you want to go?"

"With you. You're place." Stiles pushed his nose farther into Derek's neck, inhaling the spicy scent that Derek's body naturally crafted.

When Derek awoke the next morning, Stiles was sitting cross legged on the bed watching him. The sun hit his brown eyed perfectly, illuminating the young man behind the Redbull and Adderall.

"Hey Derek." He smiled.

"Hey," Derek said, rolling to his side, cuddling Stiles' bent knee.

"So, my birthday's coming up. Do you want to make me really happy?" Stiles winked, throwing emphasis on the word really.

"Hmmm, I guess I do. How can I do this?" a slight growl in Derek's voice as he sat up and moved Stiles to straddle his legs. "How can I, your boyfriend," he kissed Stiles' lips, "satisfy your every birthday wish?"

"I want a drum set, but I can't keep it at my house, it'd have to stay here. Dad says no drums. So, would you, please?"

Derek's mouth dropped, his head wrapping around the cunning his mate used against him. That sly son of sheriff.

"You just used sex, to bring up drums?"

"Well, I'd still be banging something." Stiles smirked.

"No. Not happening. No drums." Derek stood and left the yellow walls of his bedroom; Stile's swiftly following him.

"Please Derek?"

"No. That's way too much noise. The neighbors would call the cops in a heart beat. And not a normal heartbeat; the kind that happens when you lie; the fast kind of heartbeat."

"Derek! Come on! I thought you wanted to satisfy by birthday wish?" Stiles locked hands and eyes with his wolf. Giving his best puppy dog face he cried, "Please, Anubis?"

Derek lifted Stiles, hugging him close, mouth attacking his neck and carried him back to the bedroom, throwing him from the doorway to the bed, and then roughly slamming it before bounding onto the smaller male. Derek knew he would give into Stiles, but right now, Stiles would give in to him.

As the doorbell rang, Derek prepared his mind. He was happy, and couldn't help but feel glad that he had actually gotten Stiles the drum set. It was the day after his birthday, and since they couldn't see each other on the actual date, he was more than happy to present Stiles with his very own drum set. He took a deep breath before opening the mahogany door and being bombarded with kisses from the boy he could mostly describe as a pup.

"I missed you." Stiles whispered into his chest. "I'm sorry for doing that too you. I shouldn't have asked you to get me anything. Being here with you is more than amazing; more than perfect. Thank you."

"Thank you? For what?"

"Being the best boyfriend I could ask for."

Derek said nothing; instead he held Stiles tighter. As cliché as his words were, they still touched that ever so smartly hidden wolf heart in such a way that only Stiles could accomplish. He relinquished his grip and sat on the black leather couch in front. Stiles met him between his legs and held out a small black box.

"I know I can't keep it here, but one day I'm going to have a set of drums, and I figured you would need these."

He open the box carefully, stifling a laugh as he saw the ear plugs placed cutely amongst the thin, colorful paper used to stuff a gift bag. He smiled wider as he remembered the moment when he knew Stiles was getting his way; when he drove him home and watched as he played his fingers on the dashboard. He leaned forward, lifted his hand, and stroked his mate's cheek, imagining that lit candles filled the room with a romantic glow. He then stood and walked outside through the sliding door in his kitchen. Stiles followed him as he stood facing away from the house towards the pool.

He heard the hitch in Stiles' breath as he saw the drum set. What Derek hadn't expected was Stiles tackling him, causing them both to dive into the waters ahead. As soon as his head surfaced, Stiles was there, lips on lips, hands everywhere. Derek thought he would faint from lack of oxygen but didn't stop him.

"I love you. You really didn't-"

"Shut up Stiles." The wolf grinned, more than content with the reaction he had caused. "Go bang on your drums."

Stiles shook his head and pulled Derek's shirt off. "Not right now," he whispered, lust filling his chocolate eyes.