Note: I know I'm taking longer than usual to update my stories. Sorry guys, work has been crazy lately, been working more hours, which means less time to write and means I'm more tired than usual. I will try not to take so long for the next update.

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Stiles pulled the shower curtain opened and turned the knob on in the faucet. The water sprayed down onto the tiled ground, slowly warming up as Stiles undressed, taking his dirty clothes off and tossing them into the hamper that sat in the corner of the bathroom.

Stiles extended his hand out into the shower testing the temperature out on his hand. Once it felt warm enough he stepped inside and pulled the curtain close, letting the now hot water beat down on his dirt and sweat covered body.

Stiles let out a heavy sigh, and closed his eyes letting all stress leave his body and mind. He grabbed the bar of soap off of its ceramic holder and began to rub it all over his body, letting it turn into a thick lather on his skin. He made sure to run the lather all over his body ridding himself of the filth that once sat on it. Everywhere except his dick.

Stiles refused to pay any attention to the boner he was sporting. He eyed it as if it was his enemy. Watching as water droplets fell from the pink, hard tip before dripping onto the ground.

He worked hard on removing the grime, sweat and impure thoughts that once ran through his head.

Stiles convinced himself it was the combination of physical exertion and overheating while playing lacrosse that caused his dick to become hard; that Derek's insane built had nothing to do with it.

Once Stiles felt satisfied with his thoughts over the situation and confident he was fully clean and smelling fresh, he turned off the water and reached out to the drying rack, grabbing a big, white towel to wrap around his waist.

Stiles stepped out of the shower, onto the cold titled floor and began searching for something to wear. It was at that very moment he realized his big mistake. He forgot to grab a change of clothes from his room.


He cursed under his breath and slowly opened the bathroom door, peeking out to make sure the coast was clear.

The hallway was empty and silent. Stiles waited a moment longer to make sure it was safe before quickly heading over to his bedroom.

He let out a sigh of relief once he had his door shut and turned around, dropped his towel on the ground.

"Dude, What the hell?" Scott yelled out, alerting Stiles that he wasn't alone.

Stiles screamed in surprised, and yanked his towel off the ground, working swiftly to put it back on as his friend covered his eyes in horror.

"Scott, what are you doing in my room?!" He called out embarrassed, as his cheek filled up with color.

"Your dad let me in. I didn't think you were going to be walking in naked." Scott voiced, wrinkling his face up in disgust.

"I forgot my clothes."

"What's wrong, what's going on? I heard screaming." Derek asked, barging through the room.

His eyes glanced back and forth between the two teenage boys, as Stiles held on tighter to his towel feeling very naked.

Thankfully Derek was fully dressed this time. That made one of them.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Is this your boyfriend?" Derek asked, coming to his own conclusions noticing Scott was laying stomach down on the bed, while Stiles stood in his room with just a towel, hanging lowly on his hips.


"Boyfriend? Whoa, I'm straight. I can't speak for others in the room, but I don't swing that way." Scott argued, hopping off the bed as if the mattress was on fire.

Stiles cheeks turned two shades darker as Derek's eyes darted over to him in curiosity before returning his attention back to the other boy.

"Oh, sorry, I just thought…umm, forget it. Where are my manners? I'm Derek." He said, holding out a hand for the teen to shake.

"Yeah, I know who you are. I'm Scott, this dork's best friend." He said, gesturing to Stiles before taking Derek's hand in his, giving it a friendly shake.

"Scott, Scott McCall?" Derek asked, as if he was recalling something.

"Yup, that's me the one and only."

"Scott right, I remember you. Wow, your still friends with this guy?" Derek joked, gesturing to Stiles who was now glaring over at him.

Scott chuckled lightly.

"Guilty." He said, playfully rising his hand up.

"You look all growth up." Derek voiced, observing the teen before him.

"Uh, thanks, you too man." Scott replied, slipping his hands into his jean pockets.

"Hey, what ever happened to that girl you used to following around like a lost puppy? What was her name again…Amy?" Derek asked as he scrunched his face up in confusion, trying to remember.

Stiles let out a snort in the background as Scott started too blushed.

"Allison." The boy answered.

"Allison, that's right. What ever happened to her? Did you two every get together?" Derek asked, folding his arms into his chest, completely absorb into their conversation.


Stiles rolled his eyes, noticing his half naked presence was forgotten for the two other guys in the room and headed over to his dresser, pulling the drawer open, taking out a pair of boxers, pajama pants and a t-shirt to wear. He tossed the clothes on his bed.

"Umm yeah, we're actually dating currently." Scott said, proudly.

Stiles slide the red boxer shorts underneath his towel followed by his blue and white checkered pajama pants before undoing the towel and flinging it across his room where a pile of dirty laundry sat.

"That's great." Derek voiced with a grin on his lips.

"Yeah, I like to think so."

Stiles slipped his black night shirt on and walked over to join the other two.

"Well, I see everything is okay in here. I guess I'll leave you guys to do your thing." Derek said, noticing Stiles was now fully dressed with a somewhat annoyed look on his face.

"Yeah, okay man. See you around." Scott replied, as Derek gave him a friendly wave before closing the bedroom door behind him.


Scott turned to face his friend a moment later.

"He seems nice."

"Not you too. He already has my dad brainwashed." Stiles voiced irritated.

"I don't know man, maybe he really has changed."

"I'm going to pretend you did not just say that." Stiles replied.

Scott let out a defeated sigh, shaking his head at his stubborn friend.

"Boys dinner is ready!" John called out down the hall.

"Are you staying for dinner?" Stiles asked, as he turned the metal knob of his door opening it wide.

"Am I still invited?" Scott asked unsure.

"As long as you don't start calling Derek your brother, yes."

"Of course not, I only have one bro and that's you." Scott stated, putting his arm around Stiles shoulder as they headed out of his room together.

"Good to hear." Stiles said, relieved.