There was an awkward silence on the way home. Derek had to help Stiles up the stair which just made the whole thing more awkward.
"We should talk". Stiles said, looking down on the carpet. "About what?" Derek went into the kitchen; he wanted nothing to do with where he thought the conversation was going.
"What do you think? How about the weird touching and hugs?"
"There is nothing to talk about" Stiles was getting so frustrated, he knew Derek didn't love to talk about his feeling, but he couldn't just shrug this off.
"You can't just ignore this!" Stiles dragged himself into the kitchen. He looked at Derek who was sitting at the dining table.
"Watch me" Derek walked past him and back into the living room.
"Goddammit Derek!" Stiles limped into his bedroom and locked the door.
"Stiles don't be childish" Derek walked over to the outside of Stiles room and knocked gently on the door. He didn't get any answer, Stiles was sitting on his bed starring at the door.
"Stiles open the door" Still no answer; well that was his last warning. Derek took a step back and kicked the door in. Stiles jumped off the bed in surprise.
"Holy shit, you can't just break the fucking door Derek!" Stiles screamed.
"Well, don't you think you are overreacting as well?" Derek sat down on the bed and looked up at Stiles.
"No, not when you act like that and then pretend like nothing happened"
Stiles sat down next to Derek and studied him. "Well, let's talk then." Derek didn't want to have that conversation but if it made Stiles happy he might as well just get over with it.
"I need to know what is going on between us" Stiles said frustrated, he scratched his neck looking shy.
" I don't know"
Stiles had never seen Derek like this, he looked nervous, and he was so vulnerable.
"Jesus, I feel like I am talking to a fricking wall" Derek stood up and walked in front of Stiles. He placed one foot at each side of Stiles legs. Derek sat down on Stiles lap so he was straddling him, and kissed him.
The kiss was quick and awkward, but the feeling of the others lips was the best thing ever for the both of them. Stiles lay down in the bed with Derek next to him. He kissed Derek, this time the kiss was different it was much more passionate and longing. Stiles longed to touch Derek and feel his body pressed against his own. He looked into Derek's beautiful eyes and kissed him again. He wanted this. Now.
He kissed him and he couldn't control himself. He placed himself on top of Derek and ripped his shirt of. He could feel his erection growing hard in his jeans, and Derek didn't seem to mind. Stiles pulled his own shirt off as well, the feeling of Derek's skin against his own was fantastic. His hand traced along Derek's toned muscles. He kissed Derek's neck and felt the salt taste of his skin, Derek groaned. The sound of Derek's groan almost did it for Stiles. Stiles continued to make little hickeys all over Derek's neck and collar bones. He kissed his way over Derek's chest and stomach.
He looked up at Derek. Derek gave him a smile and threw him on his back so he was on top now. Derek smirked and pulled Stiles pants off as well as his own. He took the lube that was standing on the nightstand and coated his fingers with it. Stiles placed his feet's at Derek's shoulder. Derek inserted first one finger into Stiles, then another one. Stiles' finds himself rocking back on Derek's fingers for the intense feeling when they hit that one spot. When Derek extracts his fingers and replaces them with his cock Stiles feel like he have never felt before, it is not a bad feeling though.
Derek finds a steady rhythm and starts to thrusts harder into Stiles.
"Oh my god, ungff please don't stop" Derek looked down at Stiles and kisses him. He kissed and sucked on his neck, not hard enough to hurt him but it would leave a mark. Derek thrusts harder into Stiles and is rewarded with a whimper from Stiles who is on the edge of an orgasm.
"Fuck, Derek" The sentence is interrupted by a loud moan as Stiles comes. "Stiles" Derek moans, and minutes later he is cumming as well.
Derek lay down next to Stiles and looked him in the eyes, smirking.
"That was amazing" Stiles said while Derek got out of the bed to take a shower. While Derek was showering Stiles worried if he would come back, or where he would sleep. Would Derek sleep there in Stiles bed or in his own room? And what did it mean for the two of them.
A little while later Derek came back into the room and lay down next to Stiles. "Hey" Stiles smiled sincerely over to Derek.
"Hey yourself" Derek looked at Stiles; he gave him a kiss and turned around. Stiles put his hands around Derek's waist and kissed his back, this time it was his turn to be the big spoon.
Stiles woke up slowly. He had the weirdest dream ever. He dreamt that he and Derek had… Wait. He opened his eyes quickly to see Derek laying next to him. It hadn't been a dream after all!
Stiles lay down again. He watched Derek closely. Watched his chest raise and lower, trying to breathe in the same pace. He studied Derek's face closely too. Watched his eyes, imagining them open. Watched his hair; his black, gorgeous hair. He could lay like this forever. Just staring at him.
But he wondered… How did this even happen? How on earth did Derek get feelings for him? Derek, that played tough badass with a stone face, wasn't really that stone-faced at all. In his heart he was kinder and softer than most people he knew, he had experienced that side of him yesterday.
But he still wondered if Derek was serious about this. What would they even do after this? Get married?
Stiles laughed of his silly thoughts. He imagined Derek walking down the isle in a white, big wedding dress crying off his mascara. Despite the fact that if anybody was going to be the bride, it was probably going to end up with Stiles.
He seemed to have laughed loud, because Derek suddenly started groaning. The little wrinkle between his eyes got more visible when he realized where he was.
"What…" Derek begun with a morning voice before yesterdays memories came back to him. "Oh" He finished. "Is that all you have to say" Stiles asked, expecting more of him. "Yeah" Derek answered while raising his eyebrows. Stiles reached out a hand to touch Derek, but Derek quickly sat up. Stiles took his hand back right away, feeling rejected. "I'm going to get some breakfast, are you coming?" He said already halfway out of the door, not even looking at Stiles once. Stiles sat shocked back. Why did he behave like that?
Stiles went after Derek, he couldn't walk that fast because of his foot. "What on earth was that all about?" Stiles said, trying to hide how rejected he felt. "What do you mean? I can't even go to make myself some breakfast? Really, Stiles?" Derek said in a patronizing voice. "You know damn well what I'm talking about Derek", Stiles said, slightly irritated now. Derek didn't answer him. He just sat down at the table, looking in some kind of book. "Now can you please leave me alone, I have some important stuff to take care of" Derek said, not even looking at Stiles. Stiles just stood there for a second with an open mouth, unsure about how he should react to Derek lack of politeness and respect.
"What is your damn problem Derek, I'm talking about last night, and that is something we really need to have a conversation about it" Stiles said. He was not going to let this pass. "I don't see why we have to talk about it, it was something just happening out of the blue" Derek said. "Don't worry, it won't happen again if that's what you're worried about" He continued. Derek turned around, watching Stiles closely. Studying his movements. Stiles felt Derek's burning eyes watching his body. "What do you mean by… It won't happen again?" Stiles said hurt. The wrinkle between Derek's eyebrows became more visible again. "Let's just forget the whole thing" Derek said harsh and turned around to his book again. Stiles went into his bedroom, got himself dressed in an incredible pace considering his leg, picked up Scott and went out the front door. He picked the car keys up from is pocket, got into the car, and drove away.
Stiles didn't think about where he should go before he drove off dramatically. It wasn't like he could og back again right after; he was pissed off and hurt by the way Derek had rejected him. He thought of going to Scott… but no. Scott wasn't too good at stuff like this. He also thought about Lydia, but then he remembered someone. The person on earth that loved him the most and would always welcome him. Dad.
He parked the car in the familiar driveway, picked up Scott and walked up the house. He loved coming home again. He felt like his dad could fix everything; but he couldn't, even though he tried. Stiles felt safe when he came home again.
He took the spare keys up from his pocket and locked himself inside. "Dad!" He shouted. The sheriff came running down the stairs right away. "Stiles!" His father smiled in surprise and gave him a big hug. "its way too long since I've seen you, what have you been up to lately?" The sheriff said. "Dad, we met two days ago", Stiles sighed. They both laughed. It was good to be home again. "Well, you know, it's hard when you're only son just moved out. It's so empty in this house now" The sheriff said smiling, but Stiles could hear the sadness in his voice. "Would you care less about my absence if you had two sons?" Stiles said with a grin on his face. The sheriff laughed and hit Stiles playfully in the back of his sons head. "I've missed you dad," Stiles said in a serious voice. "I've missed you too, Stiles, even if it was just for two days".
"what happened to your foot?" his father took a closer look at Stiles leg, he could clearly see that Stiles was limping. "Just an accident". Stile smiled to his father. " you could have called me you know"
"Yeah, i know"
They walked into the living room. They sat down on the sofa and turned on the TV. After watching some stupid, meaningless shows, the sheriff turned the TV off. "Stiles, what's wrong?" He looked into his sons eyes. "Dad, I don't know what you mean" Stiles tried, but his father wasn't stupid. "Stiles, you know damn well what I mean. You're my son; I can see when things aren't as they should be" He said in an understanding, but at the same time demanding voice. "You know you can talk to me", he continued, a little softer.
Stiles hesitated. "Well… have you ever had a friend that one day is behaving perfectly well, and the next day they're totally different to you?" Stiles said. He had expected to feel more vulnerable and uncomfortable saying this, but he didn't. This was his dad. The person in the whole world he could trust the most. His dad thought a little before answering. "Who are we talking about?" Stiles father asked. Stiles answered quickly:
" That's not important". His dad nodded. "Well, I have experienced that, yes. But then I just asked him what was wrong." "What did he say?" Stiles asked curious. "To be honest … He didn't really answer" The sheriff said with both his shoulders rise and lower. Stiles could relate to not getting an answer. His father and he was probably quite similar when it came to choosing friends. "Wow, dad, thanks, that really helps," Stiles said sarcastic. His dad smiled. "But my advice is to just ask him what's wrong. If he doesn't answer, he doesn't deserve to be your friend anymore", his dad said. Stiles could only think of how easy that would be. But unfortunately it wasn't that easy at all. Stiles just hugged his dad and thanked him for the help. His dad suddenly stood up from the sofa. "You know what? I think we should do something fun," the sheriff said. Stiles smiled. "Bowling?
They were driving home from the bowling hall. The sheriff had scored twice as much as his son, and he couldn't stop bragging. "You only won because of my foot! I'll crush you the next time!" Stiles said loud. "Well, maybe, but right now, you lost, so you're doing the dishes", The sheriff said, pleased with himself. Stiles didn't answer; he just looked grumpy at his dad.
"Listen, dad, can I stay home tonight?" Stiles asked after a while. "You mean sleeping?" Stiles dad asked with his eyes still on the road. "Yes". "Stiles of course you can, there's no need to ask! Your room is the same place as it's always been" The sheriff said warm. "Thanks, dad" Stiles said grateful. Go back to Derek was the last thing he wanted to do. "Have you been fighting with Derek? Is he the friend you were talking about earlier?" The sheriff asked. "No, dad, it's nothing to worry about" Stiles told his father. He could see that his father didn't believe him, but he didn't ask more questions.
Stiles threw himself onto the bed later that night. The day had been perfect, except for the thing with Derek of course. Even the dishes with his dad were good to do again. It was nice to sleep home again. He felt more safe and welcome here than anywhere else in the whole world. He thought about all the memories about this room. About this house. He thought about his mom. He felt closer to his mom when was here. A single tear found its way down his cheek. "Don't start crying, Stiles", he said to himself. He packed the sheets tight around his body and went quickly to sleep.
Stiles had been gone for longer than Derek expected, he knew that Stiles needed some time but it was after midnight. Derek was getting worried; he knew that Stiles had gone home to his fathers because he knew him that well. Derek decided he couldn't just stay home and wait, and he had been acting like a total douche towards Stiles.
He ran over to the house, he didn't want to scare him so he just threw rocks at his window.
"Hey, what the hell?" Stiles opened the window and looked at Derek; he got mad when he realized who it was. He was sick of the way Derek treated him sometimes, but he couldn't stop loving him. Love. Was that what it was? Was he in love with Derek?
"Hey, I am sorry. I know you probably don't want to talk to me but listen up. I have been acting like a total dick to you lately and I am sorry so please let me in so I can apologise" Derek said looking genuinely sorry. "Well ok, just come up"
Derek went up through the window and sat down at the windowsill.
"Look Stiles, I am really sorry. I shouldn't have reacted the way I did; it is just that I don't know how to handle my feelings towards you" Stiles lid up when Derek's said that. He had feelings for him, warm fuzzy feelings.
"I don't know either; we will just have to figure it out together" Derek was smiling now, he went over to Stiles and kissed him.
"But I am still sleeping here tonight, my dad will freak if I'm gone when he wakes up" Stiles laid down in the bed again, trying to go back to sleep.
Derek stood there for a moment, watching him. He eventually decided that he didn't want to leave Stiles, so he just laid down in the bed with him.
"You need to go" Stiles muttered, he was half asleep so he didn't really know what he was saying. "Don't worry, I will be gone before your dad wakes" Derek said and kissed him on his forehead. "Oh, ok"