The full moon was Friday.
This fricken Friday.
Stiles was slowly losing his sanity and failing every test in the meantime. He didn't know what to do. On average, he had to jerk himself off at least three times a day. Yes, he had to. It wasn't something he could talk himself out of, his body physically needed it. This was half of the reason for his madness. The other half was sitting and wondering who the hell would come and claim him on Friday. His heart beat would speed up considerably and he would have to work on something else so he didn't have a panic attach.
Which he had to talk himself out of getting nearly every hour.
Also, Scott was no help. Because this Friday's moon was the "Mating" moon, as Scott had told him now multiple times. Scott had been spending all his time with Allison. "Wow, Allison's looking even more beautiful today" and "God, doesn't Allison smell amazing?" was all Scott would talk about. Stiles really didn't feel wanted nor did he have the patience to put up with that. So instead, he tried starting a bond with Danny and Isaac. Well, mostly Danny who actually put up with him half the time. But Isaac would sometimes listen. Sometimes. Okay, rarely.
Now, on this descent Tuesday Stiles was sitting at his usually lunch table with the disgusting PDA that Allison and Scott were sharing from across him while Stiles tried to have a normal conversation with Danny about himself.
"Danny, how am I not attractive in your eyes? I seriously don't get it. What is unappealing about me?" He asked while taking a break from eating his pretzel.
"Look, can we not have this conversation again?" Danny asked looking at Isaac who just shrugged at him like it was no big deal. Like this conversation didn't happen once every two or three days.
"No, don't give me that. We are going to have this conversation until you give me a valid answer. Saying, 'Because I just don't' isn't good enough. I need a more solid reasoning. How about something like, 'Stiles is just to mature and out of my league for me to even try and hit on.'" Stiles tried to imitate Danny as best as he could. He didn't think it was half bad. Apparently Danny thought other wise.
"That sounds nothing like me." He stated. Stiles could hear Allison laughing at something Scott had said and he turned his attention to them. They sat across from Stiles and Scott had his whole body positioned towards Allison. The sight was almost sickening. They should just get a room already.
"Stiles, man. Come on." Scott said to Stiles who then came upon the realization that he had said that last line out loud. Stiles didn't reply. He rarely said sorry and he sure as hell didn't feel like saying it now. "Are we going to talk about your-"
"No." Stiles interrupted coldly. He almost regretted it by the look of pain that showed bluntly on Scott face but he stood his ground. "I am not talking about it."
"You're going to have to sooner or later. The full moon is this Friday-" Scott tried to be Stiles voice of reasoning.
"I'm aware. I know what day it is." Stiles knew he was sounding like a jack ass but he couldn't stop himself. He wanted to think about Friday as little as possible.
"Yeah, well have you though about who it is? Mating moon isn't something werewolves take lightly so it has to be someone you know. It could be-"
"I said I don't want to talk about it. So, I'll just get going to class early or something." He stood up pushing his chair out from behind him causing a loud scratching sound that had several people looking at him.
"I'm worried about you, Stiles." Scott lowered his voice. "I can smell that something's off with you. You're not yourself. And what are you going to do about the Lacrosse tournament on Saturday?"
"I don't know yet! Okay? Is that what you wanted to hear? What are you going to do about it? I can handle my own problems and don't need you to be there holding my hand for me over something like this, Scott. I know that I will be just find doing this by myself. Thank you." And with that Stiles walked right out of the cafeteria and into his Math class ten minuets early.
This was the first time in his life he was here before the teacher.
After school Stiles went straight home. His body was now on a set clock of masturbation. Once immediately when he woke up. Next was lined perfectly with the last bell ringing and Stiles running full speed ahead to his Jeep. After that came either once before dinner, once after dinner, or both. And when he was in his sexy time, he was infatuated with the bit mark. The more he touched it, the more the pleasure increased. He would find himself even touching it throughout the day.
He would go to rub his neck from stress and press directly onto the bite and letting a rather loud moan slip through his teeth. Danny didn't look at him the same way again for a few days after that.
But, it was starting to become a problem. The more he thought about the bite, the more he though about its owner. And of coarse he would think about the bite during his, ahem, alone times. That's when the stress started to pile up.
What if it was a possessive woman? Or a psychopathic woman? Maybe it was a serial killer who had escaped from jail and Stiles was at the wrong place at the wrong time (That one he had thought about way too much). And the one that had him most stressed out- The thought that it was a guy.
Stiles was 98% sure it was a guy. 98%. Do you know how much that is? That is beyond passing. Why was he so sure? The fact that Stiles could almost fit his entire fist inside himself during masturbation now. If it was a woman, this wouldn't be happening. He wouldn't be able to slide in two finger in him like it was nothing. Then, those two would work up to four by the time he came. He just couldn't stick his thumb in. It was more physiological. But god, there were time when he wanted to. Fuck, the thought of having something that big inside of him...
It's what's getting him off at the moment.
He was in a modified position of the downward dog on his bed fully naked with his ass in the air and three fingers in himself thrusting harshly. His other hand was furiously working at his neck pushing as deep as he could possible could push into the bite. His bite. Even if whoever had put it the had done so by accident, it was now Stiles. There were times where he didn't feel wanted by anyone but this bite was a reminder that even if by chance- He was wanted. He let his head rest against the pillow. It was starting to hurt his neck but the man had his priorities.
"Fuck. Yes... Ah... Harder..." He was panting into the sheets and moaning at the thought of someone taking him like his. Someone sneaking into his window right now and thrusting their cock into him without any lube (Shit, that reminded Stiles that he was out and should probably get some more soon). He wanted someone to want his just as much as he needed them. Wanted someone to make him feel as vulnerable as he knew he looked right now. But he didn't want a one night stand. He didn't want someone to come this Friday, take his virginity and just leave. He pushed the thought of that to the back of his mind and focused on the task at hand. Ha- literally.
He was so close... He took his fingers out of his ass and wrapped them around his leaching cock. It only took a few hard, dry pumps to send him over the edge and seeing tiny stars. The sudden warmth of his hand was too much as he howled into his pillow. He continued pumping his cock as his seed shot out over the towel he had placed down earlier knowing this would happen.
His body fell down onto the sheets when his breathing evened out. He felt the warm sticky fluid under his chest but he was temporary visiting his cloud nine and didn't care. He said temporary because give him a few hours and he would be rock hard again.
He blinked a few times as he contemplated what was going on in his mind:
1) He jerked of to the thought of a guy... Again. This was becoming almost a natural thing. The longing feeling had only been steadily increasing these last few days and was starting to reach a new high. Also, that feeling of missing something? Yup, still here and going strong.
2) How was Friday night going to exactly work out? Was Stiles supposed to meet up with this werewolf? Would the werewolf going to come to him? Should he go to where they first "met"? (If one would call sniffing, licking and biting as meeting) Would this werewolf come at all? Had all of this just been in Stiles mind and a pretty gosh darn good reason to jerk off four times a day?
3) Did he just fucking howl? That wasn't one of his usual moans. That was a full fledged howling-at-the-moon type of howl. That was definitely a first and last.
4) He needed to buy more lube. A lot more considering the rate he was going. Let see, one bottle per six or so times... Yeah, he would need a few bottles. Plural.
5) He had, in all honesty, completely forgot about the Lacrosse tournament this Saturday. It was there last game and Stiles couldn't miss it. But then again this would be implying that something would happen to him on Friday causing him to miss the game...
6) Lastly- Dinner was ready, he could smell it. Stiles stopped breathing for a moment. His dad had been home the entire time? He didn't usually come home for another hour? No- Did he hear that? Stiles wasn't trying to suppress his voice! He didn't know his dad was home!
He quickly got dressed and ran to the bathroom to was his hands and chest. He still couldn't get used to the feeling of getting up and walking about right after doing that. He felt... Empty.
He ran down stairs to greet his dad. Only, to his horror, his dad wasn't alone in the kitchen. Derek Hale was sitting at the wooden family table with an extremely pained expression on his face.
No.
Just- No. Why was he here? In Stiles home- Invading his privacy. This was Stile home! His haven!
Derek hated him, and they hadn't left off on great terms since the last time they saw each other. Derek seemed to take notice of his presence. His eyes shot up to meet Stiles. His were glowing bright red as panic washed over Stiles (And slight arousal which he was trying his hardest to suppress). Stiles couldn't read the look he was getting from Derek but it sent chills drown his spine. It was a look that could kill. But why would Derek's eyes be glowing now of all times? Derek wasn't exactly being threatened, was he? Well, this was Sheriff Stilinski.
Stiles shook his head trying to tell Derek to loose the eyes before his dad saw. Derek took the hint and looked away attempting to regain control.
"Dad, what exactly is going on?" Stiles inquired as he stepped into his dad's line of view.
"I invited Derek over for dinner." He replied like it was a perfectly natural response (which is wasn't).
"Why exactly?" Stiles asked lowing his voice as if Derek couldn't still hear him with his super werewolf hearing.
"Stiles, I found him wondering the graveyard. Today is the anniversary of the fire. I though we could at least give him some dinner. I don't want to hear you complaining about this. Be nice to him, at least for tonight." Stiles didn't ask anymore and understood. As much as his didn't want to see Derek, he knew that his father was right. He wouldn't have complained exactly... Okay, maybe just a little.
He went over and sat across from Derek at the table. Derek was looking in the opposite direction of the kitchen and just staring.
"So. What's been up with you lately?" Stiles asked trying to make small talk. Derek's eyes met his. Stiles could tell the minuet Derek laid eyes on him that he had heard what his father had said. Stiles could visible see the pain, remorse and regret that showed in Derek's eyes. Stiles knew that Derek had a great poker face but to Stiles at a time like this, his eyes were a dead give away. They were his Achilles heal. They were what let Stiles understand Derek better or so he would like to think.
"Not in the mood to talk. Understandable. I get like that sometimes after a bad day. Kinda like how I was with Scott today at lunch. I wasn't in a mood to talk to him either-"
"Stiles." Derek half spoke half growled out. Okay- he was definitely not in a talking mood. "I'm sorry." Stile mouth fell open at Derek's apology. He- Derek Hale- was sorry?
"What?" Stiles asked completely blown away by the fact that THE Derek Hale was in his kitchen apologizing! He couldn't wait to tell Scott about this one. Well, if Scott wasn't mad at him.
"The other night," It took Stiles a minuet to think about what he was talking about. "I didn't mean to make you leave." Stiles still couldn't believe this was happening. Derek looked like he was about to continue but Stiles cut him off.
"'s fine. No biggie. None." Stiles tried to act like it wasn't a big deal but he was a horrible lair. The truth was though that it wasn't a big deal. Was it? Stiles hadn't thought too much of it since then but now that Derek had mentioned it, maybe that why he's been snappy lately. He was upset that Derek rejected him. Ha- no way. He wasn't a girl. "Just be super busy lately with school and the stupid full moon Friday-"
"That's this Friday?" Derek asked with alertness in his voice. His eyes had gotten bigger and he sat up in his seat. How could an Alpha forget when he was going to be spending it with his mate. Surely Derek had a mate by now. Just look at him! Stile was about to reply when his dad interrupted him.
"Homemade Chicken Pot Pie." He sat down a plate in front of Derek and then Stiles. Derek still looked like he was expecting an answer.
"Yes, idiot. Even I knew that." Stiles whispered quiet enough that his dad couldn't hear it but loud enough for Derek's wolf to be able to pick it up.
"Derek. How are you holding up? Got yourself a job yet?" His dad sat down in between Derek and Stiles. Derek let his eyes linger a minuet on Stiles before shifting his attention towards Sheriff Stilinski to answer.
"Yes Sir. I'm working in the town over doing car repairs." Derek responded picking up his fork and digging into the meal set before him. This wasn't as awkward as Stiles had originally thought. It was going very well. Stile took a bite of the food and thought his dad did a very good job for not having cooked in forever. This was the first home cooked meal he's had since...
Before his mom got sick. Had it been that long? He could remember it like it was yesterday. He came rushing into the kitchen to greet his mom. She had been diagnosed with Frontotemporal Dementia by this time but he couldn't remember for how long. Stiles was too young to understand what that meant. He should have been there for her more. Should have stayed by her side.
She was making a Pot Roast. Her signature Pot Roast. He could vaguely remember the taste but the smell had long since passed. She greeted him with a warm smile as he asked what was in the weird shaped oven. His mom had replied with a laugh and the fact that the "weird shaped oven" was a crock pot. They continued to laugh about it as she pulled him into a hug. That was one of the last memories he had of her before the Dementia started.
"Stiles?" Derek's voice brought him back to reality. He didn't know that he was crying until he felt the water fall down the side of his face opposite of his father. Only Derek could the tear.
"Yeah. Yep. Sorry." He rubbed the tear away with his hand then took another bit of the Pie. His dad did an excellent good job. He looked up to see Derek still staring at him.
"How was school today?" Sheriff Stilinski asked. Stiles didn't feel like talking anymore. He wanted to go back to his room and curl up into a ball.
"Fine." He stated. His dad caught the hint. He kept asking Derek questions while Derek would look over almost after every sentence to make sure Stiles was still holding it together.
By the time Stiles had only one more bit of Chicken Pot Pie, Sheriff Stilinski was out of questions to ask. Stiles took a deep breath as he took his last bite. That same familiar smelt hit him again. It must be Derek's scent but how could he smelt it? It smelt like wood and Derek's apartment. Must be the wind coming from outside or something.
Stiles thought for a moment what it would be like to be a werewolf. He just couldn't see himself as one. As much as he had thought about asking for the bite- He didn't want it. It wasn't for him. Though it would be really cool to have some of the powers that came with being a werewolf. The super strength, night vision, super smelling, hearing...
Hearing...
Stiles nearly cocked on his food. He was coughing and taking the last gulps of water from his cup.
"Everything alright over there?" He heard his dad saying but Stiles just nodded.
So, if Derek had super human hearing and had been in his house for the same amount of time his dad had been- which was probably a hour or so to cook the food- then Derek heard him masturbate.
Oh no. No. No. No. No. This was a nightmare. Derek was aware that while he was down hear helping his father prepare a meal for the three of them, he was upstairs relieving himself! He could probably smell what he was doing from down stairs too. And he had let out a growl at the end! And Derek had heard everything! He knew his face had gone pale because he heard the sound Derek's laughter. Derek actually laughed- He had let out a small chuckle before he could stop it. Stiles looked up at Derek with a mixture of horror and laughter of his own.
Derek knew exactly why Stiles suddenly chocked and Stiles knew why Derek was laughing at him. Stiles didn't want to have any more of these "family" meals for a while.