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Here it is! Chapter Three: Try! Enjoy!

Chapter Three: Try

Derek was the first to speak,

"Hey..."

Stiles stood there with a dumbfounded look on his face, leaning against the door frame, Derek giving him a questionable stare as the younger boy was silently stand there.

"You said you wanted to talk..." Derek stated seriously.

"You use the door now?" Stiles responded. His mind was blown at that astounding moment itself. Absolutely no one he hangs out with uses the door anymore, it was almost like a breath of fresh air to him. He picked himself up, realizing how ridiculous he probably looked gazing at Derek.

"Yeah. With what happened, I thought it would be polite." His voice was sincere, surprisingly sincere, which Stiles registered fully. Stiles gave a small smile, and moved out of the door way to allow the werewolf to enter the house. Derek was wearing his usual leather jacket with a fitted t-shirt that stretched perfectly over his torso.

Stiles instinctively began heading upstairs to his bedroom, but Derek remained at the base of the stairwell, and when Stiles turned around to check if the other was following him, he sighed when he noticed Derek hasn't moved.

"Are you coming? It's not like anything has changed since the last time you were up there." Derek glared, Stiles realized after he said that it sounded ignorant of him, but Derek proceeded up the stairs.

Within the minute, the two were in Stiles' bedroom, Derek sitting on the edge of Stiles' bed while Stiles sat awkwardly at his computer desk. There was a tension in the air, not sexual, but awkward, something that made Stiles' have second thoughts inviting Derek into his bedroom. As his mind began going to places, his heartbeat began picking up speed when his worrisome thoughts continued to circulate.

"Stiles, calm down..." Derek remained calmly position, waiting patiently for Stiles to say something,

"I'm calm...there isn't anything for me not to be calm, I mean, you're only a werewolf and all."

"That's different from every other werewolf that has been in your room?" Derek looked annoyed.

"Good point." Stiles sighed, "I'm sorry. I'm just panicking a little." The two haven't even delved into the real conversation that Stiles was hoping to have before the night ends.

"You are the one who told me you wanted to talk."

"Yeah."

'And now I'm regretting it...' Stiles thought to himself. He had a disdain outlook on how this evening could proceed. It could end with a rather pissed off werewolf that could make his life a living hell, or it could be something more civil. 'I need to know. No, I need to breeze over the Derek thing and fix my other issue.'

"So let's talk." Derek chimed in, breaking Stiles' internal rant.

"I'd like to start by saying that I'm sorry..." Stiles breathed heavily, he did not want to start by coming off as insincere, he wasn't. He's just searching for answers, and lifting some of the guilty thoughts off his shoulders. He trailed back into his apology, "...for being such a douche bag with the way I blew you off and completely avoided your question." There was an immeasurable amount of things that he could say to Derek, but they would all be excuses to his behavior.

"Why?" Such a simple one word question, yet so many implications can be caused by asking.

"Why what?"

"Why did you ignore my question?" He glared at Stiles', pissed that he tried to play dumb with him again. Stiles obviously knew what he meant with the question.

"Oh come on? Why did you go a long with it if you would get your feelings hurt?" It was legitimate question.

"You did not hurt my feelings."

"Then why the hell did you freak out that night!?"

"I just did, alright?" The stubborn werewolf shifted slightly on Stiles' bed. Almost like a emotional retreat from the questions that Stiles was feeding him, but his stare refused to falter. Stiles sighed, realizing that his first series of questions has left him high and dry.

"Fine. What happened in the restroom—can we just talk about what that was?"

"It was a mistake, and now Isaac is spreading rumors that you are gay."

"Yeah...why hell aren't people grilling you for being gay?" Stiles could just accept his friends concern with his personal life, but it was Derek who might have been getting a sexual thrill from a shirtless training sessions with the other guys.

"I don't know. They aren't concerned with my affairs?" Stiles' mouth dropped open before yelling at Derek.

"See! That right there is not fair!"

"Well what are you going to do about the rumors?" Derek asked.

"Stop right there!" Stiles was getting sidetracked from the real issue. "I'm trying to figure out the first situation—our situation."

"There is nothing to figure out." He remained collected, his gaze never straying from Stiles', as if he was a snake sizing him up for his next meal.

"You tried to make out with me! I think there are plenty of things to figure out!" Stiles lifted himself out of his seat for dramatic effect, standing in front Derek. The alpha mimicked the boy in a subtle way, a glare planted firmly on his face, and with a stern voice he spoke,

"No. There isn't." Stiles was naturally intimidated by the look of hatred. He made a cowardly retreat back into his seat, and huffed before Derek did the same. He peered at Derek curiously.

"Are you ashamed of being—you know—gay?" He asked in a soft voice, only trying to reach an understanding on Derek's perspective of the situation.

"No."

"Well you are acting extremely guarded right now."

"As opposed to how I usual am?"

'True.' Every encounter with Derek, Stiles always noticed three things from Derek's wide span of emotions. Rage, annoyed, and pained. The werewolf could be emotionally stunted for all Stiles knew, but he has witness another expression, lust. 'Even if I don't count horny, it's still more than Kristen Stewart.' Stiles made the mental note, and continued his questions.

"Derek, why did you forcibly drag me into a restroom?"

"Because Isaac tol—" He immediately was cut off by the teen.

"There were probably tons of guys at that club that wouldn't mind a quickie with you!"

"So?"

"So tell me." Stiles demanded.

"You were disgusted with it."

"Well you kind of sexually assaulted me!" Stiles was going to be displeased, angry, horrified even, but he didn't know if he came off as disgusted.

"Does that mean you would enjoy it if I got consent?" That was the real question.

'God damn it, I want to know the answer to that too!' Stiles screamed at himself mentally. Stiles tried to keep himself composed and let his frustration that was blaring on the inside continue, but in light of the multitasking of emotions he was at a loss of words.

"Uh...well..."

"Exactly."

"Derek, just answer me honestly, okay?" Stiles walked over to his bed and sat besides Derek, his request was almost a plea. "I want to fix whatever this is." Derek's expression softened, his stone cold exterior slipping.

"Fine."

"Thank you." Stiles gave a smile, "Why me?"

"I thought you were gay."

"You saw me dancing with a girl, an attractive girl..."

"Well—"

"For God's sake, I thought we were getting somewhere!"

"If I tell you that I'm attracted to you, would that make you happy? You probably assumed so much by now."

"Uh..." This was a verbal confession of what Stiles wanted to know. Speechless, only nonsensical monosyllabic responses were completely justified.

"Say something."

"It's entirely different when you hear it in person rather than just dwelling on the thought."

"Really, Stiles? You were thinking about it?" Derek's expression went from stern to lost puppy in a split second. Touched by the fact that Stiles was thinking about him.

"Well it was slightly traumatizing...things like that cause unforeseen psychological damage." Stiles got a flash of the heartfelt look, then it was gone, the moment of puppy dog eyes ceased and a huge 'fuck you' sign should have been placed above his head.

"You're being ridiculous."

"Me? You are! What you did was ridiculous!"

"Whatever." Stiles rolled his eyes, Derek's callous attitude annoying him.

"You know, if you learned to be less of a jackass, more people would like you."

"Thanks for the advice, but I don't need it."

"See that's what I'm talking about."

"Alright, things are out in the open between us. Are we done here? " Derek proceded to get up, but Stiles yanked him by his arm to prevent him from leaving.

"One more question?" Derek nodded and sat back down next to the object of his affection. "How long have you known you were..."

"Gay? A while."

"How did you know?" Derek shrugged.

"I think I just knew. Sometimes people just know and it's their choice to either ignore it for as long as you can or embrace it."

"So you are one of those people who embraced it?"

"Yeah."

"How come it wasn't mentioned like every time we ended up in an awkward situation."

"I think there were more pressing matters. Besides, would you really want to hear something like when you are laying right on top of me?" Out of convenience Stiles would have preferred not to know then, but now that they are speaking to each other, actually getting to know each other—if it can be called that—Stiles doesn't mind now. He could be attracted to men too for all he knew.

"I...I guess not." A light blush spread across his face, mortified at his mental thoughts. He's just confused with himself. This new truth of his.

"Why are you getting so flustered over these things. It's not like it matters."

"It matters to you doesn't it? I mean—I don't know where I'm going with this."

"It's an unrequited attraction. Nothing more."

"What if it was? What if I was gay...or bisexual?"

"Well we would probably giving blow jobs to each other instead of having this conversation."

"Was that a joke? If so, it was poorly executed." Derek let out a small laugh.

'Now or never...'

"I was being completely serious." Derek said while Stiles slowly leaned into him, tilting his head slightly with exceedingly clear intentions. "What are you doing?"

"Shut up. Let me just try something..." Their lips met, chaste and brief, Stiles felt the heat from Derek's lips leave an imprint. A spark of desire spread through his body. Stiles brushed his lips against Derek's one more time, this time Derek putting some force behind a reciprocating action which immediately made Stiles withdraw.

"You suck at this." Derek smirked slyly.

"Well I haven't had much practice."

Derek grabbed the back of Stiles' neck, and rested his forehead against the younger's, "Stop thinking." Derek pressed his lips against Stiles, his desire ruthlessly berating through the contact. Stiles mind was overwhelmed by urges and shut itself down, he closed his eyes and felt the rhythm of the wolfs mouth on his, moving with him. When he felt Derek's tongue peak from his mouth, he gladly obliged to the request.

Their kissing increased in pace, their tongues dancing with each other from mouth to mouth, a fight for dominance. Stiles succumbed to him. Breaking away from a moment, he straddled Derek's legs, and wrapped his arms around his neck before continuing where they left off. Derek's arms snaked around Stiles' waist possessively, moving his hands up the boy's shirt, the heat of his hand like a fire on Stiles' skin.

Stiles tugged at Derek jacket, pulling it away with little effort. He pressed his palms against Derek's firm chest, dragging them down to his abdomen, feeling the hard ridges between each knotted muscle on his torso. Lifting the hem of the werewolf's shirt, Stiles' hand pressed against the warm body. Stiles peeled the fabric up, breaking away from their kiss to pull the shirt over Derek's head.

'Oh my god...'

With lust filled eyes, eyeing the hard body of Derek, the solid muscle that twists across his bones, the gorgeous abs, and the trail of dark hair that led down to his pants. Stiles has seen him shirtless multiple times previously, but there was something different about it. The euphoria seeping to his brain, or the lack of oxygen from the nonstop kissing. The escalation of their physical contact finally clicked in Stiles mind. Derek looking at him with the same passion that Stiles was probably giving him. His face was flushed.

'Wait...what am I..."

"What—what the hell am I doing?" Stiles scurried off of Derek's lap, onto the opposite side of the bed like a skittish cat. Embarrassment surged, like a tidal wave that washed away every other emotion that was previously raging. Derek smirked, thinking that his embarrassment as humorous. He walked over to Stiles and plopped himself besides Stiles.

"I was under the impression that you were aware of what you were doing..."

"No. I can't." Stiles scooted himself away from Derek and towards his headboard. "That was too much."

"But you didn't hate it?"

"No." Stiles groaned.

"Why does it sound like you're dreading what just happened?"

"This just doesn't make sense! Internet porn did not turn me on, but one kiss and now I'm like a fucking prostitute throwing myself at you like you just handed me the winning ticket to the lottery as payment!"

"Unusual use of a simile, but there's nothing wrong with liking it."

"I know but—" In a single motion, Derek pulled Stiles back to his side and kissed Stiles to force him to shut up. When they pulled away from each other, Stiles took a breath.

"Stop freaking out."

"Fine." The was a momentary silence. "What now?" He laid back on his bed, staring at the ceiling while thinking to himself. 'That was...surprisingly good.'

"I don't know. Whatever you want to do." Derek retrieved his shirt, and slipped it back on, Stiles caught a last glimpse of the show in his peripheral.

"Why are you like that?" He asked nonchalantly, Stiles conversed. Just simple pillow. Stiles felt like that could of been a downgraded form of a one-night stand. Practically pathetic in his opinion. "You're uncaring demeanor is rather annoying."

"You would act like me to if you were perpetually sexually frustrated."

"That's a mouth full."

"Or lack of..." Derek smirked, and Stiles let out a small giggle. He rolled over onto his side, and stared at Derek as he took his place next Stiles form again. The teen could only smile at the werewolf.

"Your jokes are getting better."

"I try."

"So what is this?" Stiles asked. His curiosity was getting the best of him. Stiles wasn't sure what he wanted anymore, but he was open to possibilities.

'Please give me an actual answer..."

"This can be anything you want." Stiles glared at Derek when he responded.

'Fuck you, you fucking werewolf...you can kill a fucking alpha, but you can't stop this bullshit."

"Can we be friends? Try to be friends?" Stiles was putting emphasis on 'friends' for a reason. It's a starting point. A good beginning for the both of them. Boundaries were going to be necessary for this work in Stiles opinion.

"Like real friends?" The shock in Derek's voice surprised Stiles, which he debated whether he should be more bothered that the fact that Derek was more surprised by that than the make out session that they engaged only minutes ago.

"I just want to understand this."

"So are you attracted to me?" Stiles was unsure what he felt about Derek. They were all over each other, but that might have been the spur of the moment. Only a spontaneous action that happened because of a rough day, with a guilty conscience and sexual frustration. Stiles could lie to himself and say that after this, he honestly thinks there is an attraction, but it wasn't initially there.

'This could just be the sex...the fact that I can get a release.'

"We can be friends with benefits...if you want?" Derek offered.

"Is that something you want?" Stiles pushed for a direct answer, only receiving a serious look that Stiles took as a confirmation. Stiles was hesitant, considering whether this would go smoothly. Should he disclose the information of about Lydia, or keep his mouth shut. She was potentially a major trigger that cause this new chain of events.

'Why am I such a good person?'

"Can I tell you something then?" Stiles asked. Derek listened to him attentively. "I feel like I should tell you that...you're like a rebound?" Stiles wanted to be cautious, phrase things in a nondestructive manor, and laying it all out on the table.

"How?"

"Well early today, I ran into Lydia, and discussed some of the things...and she received that damn text saying I was gay. All of the sudden she tells me to just drop all feelings I had for her..." Stiles felt guilty and relieved to be telling him an intimate detail about it, but it was only a matter of time before he heard it from someone else. Seems like news travels like a wildfire between their social groups.

"I'm not bothered by it." Derek's response was plain and simple.

"Why not?" Stiles was confused. This guy apparently had feelings for him, yet he was not jealous over how he was chasing after Lydia.

"You two didn't date, right? It's only a matter of time before you pick up the." Stiles' heart fluttered when he heard that. Is that a possibilty for him, and if it is, could he actually be attracted to men or just to the pleasure?

"Derek, I just don't want you to get your hopes up or anything. Lydia ended our nonexistent relationship...and if this experiment...I just—"

"Stiles, in these situations, someone is bound to get burned. I'd rather it be me than you, though."

To be continued.

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