Disclaimer: Teen Wolf belongs to Jeff Davies and MTV. I own nothing and I am only writing this for fun.
Warnings: None to speak of, This is fluff, plain and simple Christmas fluff. The warnings might change some in the days to come.
'TIS THE SEASON
DECKING THE HALLS
To say that Stiles liked the house decked out in lights was an understatement to say the least. He had jumped Derek the second he was inside the doors and he has shown his lover just how pleased he was.
Derek didn't mind that, in fact he was very happy himself about the romp that had taken place after Isaac had gone home to his place. He was less happy when five minutes after they had finished the second round, Stiles declared that the inside of the house now needed to match the outside's awesomeness.
That was why Derek had found himself at Beacon Hills' only night open plant nursery, getting all kinds of green things that Stiles had written down for him and that was also why Stiles was now running around the house in nothing but his Iron Man printed boxer brief, decking the halls with said greenery.
The Christmas music had been exchanged for Country music, Derek had no idea why. He had come to realize that he would never, ever completely understand what went on in Stiles' mind. He was also sappy enough to realize that only made him love Stiles all the more.
Derek wasn't kidding himself, he was still a bundle of issues and he would probably have issues all his life. Stiles made him better though, made him feel and smile and be…well for a lack of a better word, human.
Now he just watched his underwear clad love, wiggle his bum in time with some sad, wailing, country song as he fastened greenery around the staircase railing, the fireplace, which only housed electrical fires since Derek was still skittish of real ones anywhere near his home, and anywhere else where Stiles could make them stick.
It did look cozy, especially with the red ribbons, Stiles used to tie them in place and Derek only marginally worried about all the pins and needles that would be stuck in the carpet after this. He also did understand Stiles' need to go above and beyond this Christmas. It was the first one in this house, it was the first one they'd spend together, together. The whole pack would come here for the Holidays, including John and Melissa. Even Cora would make it home from the East Coast so it wasn't strange that Stiles wanted a perfect Christmas with the whole shebang. Hopefully they were starting a new family tradition here.
"How's it looking Big Bad?" Stiles looked up at him, pine needles in his hair, boxer brief's riding dangerously low on slim hips and the biggest, goofiest grin, plastered across his face.
Derek melted; he would never admit it out loud but just looking at Stiles made his heart skip a beat. "Gorgeous, absolutely stunning even." His eyes were locked on Stiles'.
Stiles' smile softened, knowing that Derek wasn't talking about his decorations at all. "You big sap you. Come here." He wiggled his fingers at his lover.
Derek crossed the floor until Stiles could pull him in for a kiss and a neck nuzzle. "Our house is looking great." He kissed Stiles again.
"Hmm, it's getting there." Stiles agreed, still getting a thrill every time Derek called it their house, theirs together. "I'm gonna have oranges with cloves in them and cinnamon decorations in the greenery, this whole house is gonna smell like Christmas. For tonight though, I think this is as much as I can do."
"Oh I think you have done plenty." Derek looked around their bedecked house.
"I still have one more task for you though." Stiles looked up at Derek from beneath freakishly long lashes, a sure sign that there was something he wanted.
"What exactly?" One brow rose as Derek pursed his lips, he was not in the mood to drive anywhere else or get something for Stiles right now. Mostly he just wanted to go to bed.
Stiles snapped the elastic of his boxer briefs. "Lick my balls and let's be jolly!" He cackled madly and raced up the stairs, shimmying out of his underwear as he went.
"Idiot." Derek muttered and rolled his eyes but wasted no time following Stiles though; this was a task he was more than ready to take on hand.
