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The side porch hammock was one of the most comfortable places that Stiles had ever laid. It might have had something to do with the fact that it made him curl into Derek and vise versa. Stiles' inability to keep still had led him to hooking his leg over the edge, swinging it gentle, the movement rocking them both. His other leg rested on Derek's.
"Do you think this is all happening too fast?" Stiles turned his face out from the crook of Derek's arm to look up to his face. In the fading twilight, with only the flickering citronella candles to see by, Stiles thought Derek looked older somehow. His face scrunched, not that he knew how old Derek was. More things to find out.
Stiles lay in silence while Derek thought, kicking his foot, liking the way the wind ran through his toes. The question was important, so it's nice that Derek took the time to think about the answer.
"No," Derek said quietly.
Stiles dug his nose briefly into Derek's cotton shirt, smelling detergent, motor oil and some spicy scent. "Well that was short and sweet. Care to elaborate?"
"How long have we known each other?" Derek asked, his fingers running down Stiles' arm where it lay across Derek's stomach.
Humming before answers, Stiles said, "A little over 24 hours I guess."
"I've seen people and had friends even who knew someone for less than 15 min before having sex in some seedy clubs or bars. In a little over 24 hours, what have we done? We've kissed a few times. I've groped you a little."
"Definitely no complaint coming from me about that," Stiles interjected.
"So what about this do you think is too fast?"
Stiles closed his eyes for a moment, trying to get his thoughts into some coherent thought. "It's the closeness. The way I'm okay with being here with you, like this. Feeling safe somehow. Cuddling! "
He heard a rumbling coming from Derek's chest, amplified by the fact that Stiles had his ear on it. It took him a minute to realize that Derek was laughing. He swatted at him. "No laughing at me!"
"No, I'm not laughing at you, I swear," Derek said.
But Stiles could hear the smugness in his voice. "That's so not attractive."
Derek grabbed at Stiles' hand and tugged until Stiles let him bring it to his mouth, "You're attracted to me, don't lie."
"Nope, not attracted. In fact I need to get up now." Stiles said mockingly.
Derek kissed the tender skin on the underside of Stiles wrist. "And now?"
"No, I'm sorry. Going to have to ask you to unhand me."
Derek pressed a kiss in the palm of Stiles' hand and whispered, "But you have me in the palm of your hand, are you really going to just, toss me out?"
Stiles buried his face into Derek's chest, his mouth twitching against his will at the complete corniness going on, "Hhmm I could use a cabana boy this week."
"Boy?"
Stiles laughed at the mock outrage. "I hope you brought your Speedo, that's going to be the official uniform." He started to laugh at Derek's choked sputtering at that comment.
A crack of light had Stiles jumping wildly, his heart pounding. "What the hell was that?" He twisted and found at this point, he'd entwined himself completely with Derek.
A rumble of air and a huge gust of wind blew.
"Looks like there's a storm coming," Derek said, sitting up in the hammock and pulled Stiles up with him. "I better get going; I don't want to be caught in it." Pushing a bit at Stiles until he was up and out of the hammock, Derek held on to Stiles' waist, "You might have to light some candles. I'm not sure how the power is out here."
Stiles leaned back," Don't go." He was glad he was facing away from Derek. "Stay here tonight. I'm not, "he swallowed, "I'm not saying anything is going to happen. Just..." He smiled as Derek's hands wrapped around his waist and held him tight. "Yeah, just stay with me longer. Don't go."
"Let me put the cover on my bike. You should bring the hammock in," Derek said, laying a kiss on Stiles' neck. "I'll stay, but I'm not wearing the uniform. Ever."
Laughing as Derek let go, Stiles turned to watch him walk around the porch to the front. Barefoot, with a long stride, He couldn't wait until he was able to smack that ass.
Another bang of thunder made Stiles jump and get to unhooking the hammock. He wrapped one end around himself like a toga as he unhooked the other side. The chain hook that held it on was a little rusted as he tried to unscrew the latch.
So focused on the task at hand, he never heard Derek come up behind him. "Oh look, a present just for me."
Stiles turned his head and suddenly found himself thrust up against the porch post, heart thudding fast in his chest.
Derek bent down leaned his forehead on Stiles', "Calm down it's just me."
His body listened automatically, heart rate slowing as he settled in Derek's arms. Stiles looked into Derek's eyes just as a flash of lightening struck, he could have sworn that Derek's eyes flashed red for a moment.
"Come on, let's get inside and find the flashlights candles before the storm gets here," Derek reached up and unlatched the hammock with ease.
"Show off!" Stiles unwound the hammock from around him and dropped it into Derek's arms, "follow me cabana boy!" He turned and threw his chin up, walking smoothly into the house, Derek following with a low chuckle.
A brief look in the kitchen provided flashlights, tea candles and one hurricane lantern with oil in it. Stiles collected all of it and brought it into the large living room. "I'm just going to leave all this stuff here." Stiles started walking around the room, poking around. There were picture everywhere of what was Lydia's family, a bookcase with a small collection of books, newspapers, a large cabinet in the wall that held the TV.
"Bingo!" Stiles called out, wondering what Derek was doing in the kitchen still.
"Whatcha find?" Derek called back.
"Some board games, cards, things like that." Stiles yelled back. He sat on the floor and started pulling some of it out.
"Ready for a little desert?" Derek asked.
Stiles looked up to find his new cabana boy holding a tray with assorted fruit and a pot of chocolate. Yeah, he could get used to his.
His world was soft, warm and just the right amount of dark enough that Stiles resisted waking. Movement was out of the option, he just had to let his bladder in on the secret. Refusing to open his eyes, He listened to the sounds around him instead.
The patterning rain he had fallen asleep too was gone. The fan was running again, Derek had been right, power had gone out. Stiles, ever hopeful, had made sure turn the fan on before getting into bed, just in case the power had decided to come back on. The only other sound he heard was a very soft breathing. He knew it was connected to the arm around his waist and the man at his back. Stiles turned, face first into the pillow and hid his grin.
Derek.
Stiles had been truthful. Nothing had happened last night. They'd eaten their desert, flirted while playing board games and generally had a good time. Derek had beaten the pants off of Stiles at the game of life, but in return Stiles had handed Derek his internal organs while playing scrabble. Derek had complained that Stiles played by a cut throat set of rules, which while he didn't confirm, he didn't deny either. Even
Even after the storm hit its peak and the power had gone off, the night hadn't stopped. Stiles and Derek had curled up on the couch with the rocky road ice cream Stiles had purchased that needed to be eaten or it'd go bad.
He learned that the other mechanics in the Derek's shop weren't' just his employees, they were his family. Derek's family had all tragically died in a fire when he was younger, leaving him, his sister and an uncle as the sole survivors. Then a few years later his sister had been attacked by some kind of wild animal, in the same year that his uncle slipped away from his injuries.
It had left Derek an orphan, with a lot of money. He'd met Jackson through his uncle and the two had gotten close because of their shared history. "Jackson is a cold piece of work, let me tell you. He only cares about a few people, one being Danny. I got Jackson by accident and Danny by consolation," Derek had explained.
He'd started working for the mechanic who had originally owned the shop and years later, Derek owned it while all three of them worked there. "I'm sure they could have gone their own ways, college or something, Dannys always been a wiz at computers. But they both wanted to stay close. We're like a pack you know."
"Somehow I can actually see you sitting around a campfire, drinking beer and howling at the moon." The pack comment tickled Stiles horror movie sense. "Do you turn all furry near the full more Derek? Should I be worried for my safety?"
"Never with me," Derek said perfectly serious, his eyebrows drawing together.
Stiles looked at him and then squealed when Derek pounced all of a sudden, grabbing Stiles and pulling him closer, while Stiles laughed. "My, what big arms you have."
"All the better to hold you." Derek nuzzled Stiles in the neck.
"My, what big eyes you have." Stiles felt the mood change from silly to something else.
Derek tilted his head and fluttered eyes, "All the better to see you."
The long strands tickled Stiles neck. Heat pooled low in Stiles body. Derek radiated heat, but instead of feeling overheated, Stiles wanted to wrap himself around the man and never let go. "My, what a big mouth you have," he whispered, wondering where Derek would take it next." Stiles held his breath in anticipation.
Derek moved his head up towards Stiles' jaw, "All the better to," Derek's tongue darted out and flicked at the corner of Stiles' mouth, "taste you." He dove back down and nipped at Stiles chin. He licked and bit his way to the junction between Stiles' neck and shoulder and all but feasted on the area. With all the biting and sucking and the stubble, Stiles knew he was going to be red and swollen tomorrow. But as he ran his hand through Derek's surprisingly soft hair, he found he couldn't care less. He'd tightened his grip on Derek and pulled him closer.
Stiles snapped back to the present as he felt his pants start to get a bit tighter. Crap, he thought, must pee first. He didn't want to make it any harder than it had to be, no pun intended. Huffing slightly in irritation that he had to open his eyes and move, he managed to get a few inches away before the arm around his waist pulled him back.
"No," said the owner of said arm, "sleep."
Stiles looked at the bundle of sheet that Derek had over his head, only the tips of hair showing. How the man slept under the covers, Stiles would never know. "I'll be back, just a short trip to the bathroom."
"No." Derek rumbled.
"I haven't wet the bed since I was 5 and I don't plan on doing it now. And if you've got some kind of pee fetish, well we're going to have talk about that, because it does nothing for me." By the end of the sentence, Stiles found himself pushed out of the bed.
"No," was all Derek said.
After quickly finishing his business and brushing his teeth, Derek didn't need to be kissing breath that smelled like road kill. That's a sure fire way to turn a man off. Stiles found him at the foot of the bed in the master bedroom, staring at the man laying face down in it. The top sheet was still pulled over his head, but a foot hung out.
Derek had hairy feet. And he needed to trim his nails a little bit. Stiles looked at his toes and was pleased to see that they were nicely groomed. He'd drag Derek to a nail place soon enough. Lydia had shown his the error of his ways with nail care and ever since the first time this old woman had almost broken his feet in every way possible and yet had left him utterly boneless, he had a standing appointment for monthly pedicures.
"Stop staring at me like a creeper and get into bed with me," Derek said, sleep evident in his voice.
It was all gravely and made Stiles feel a little tingly. Made Stiles want to lift the sheet from the bottom of the bed and crawl up Derek's body, pausing to take the time to appreciate it as he moved upwards. Appreciate it with his mouth and teeth and he wondered how Derek would taste on his tongue. His head spun a bit with the knowledge that he didn't know what sounds Derek would make when he was licking up his thighs before sinking his teeth in his round behind.
Research worth finding out that Stiles wanted to take his time finding out. Instead of indulging, he went to the side of the bed and climbed back into his spot.
Derek reached out and pulled him into the warmth of his almost naked body. His mouth latched onto Stiles neck.
"Ouch! NO! Bad Derek!" Stiles pulled away with a jerk and turned around under the covers so that he was face to face with a very smug face. "You've ruined my neck. I knew that I had sensitive skin, but it honestly looks like I got punched in the neck with the bruising and redness and it just hurts so no more mauling me like I'm your favorite chew toy and you're a puppy too young to understand." Stiles threw his lower lip out, "Your teeth are sharp."
Derek unsuccessful looked proud of getting told this. "I'm not really that sorry," he said.
Stiles mouth opened a little, indignant at being told that.
Taking the opportunity presented to him, Derek closed the gap between their faces and kissed Stiles, sucking the pouting lower lip in. He bit down gently.
Stiles pressed forward with an inhalation of breath, before pulling back sharply, "Vampire," he accused. He watched as Derek's eyes went wide before he started laughing. Not just chucking, but that full belly laugh.
It took a minute or two, but Derek stopped laughing, dampness at the corners of his eyes, "Stiles, please don't ever change, you're just great."
He could do nothing but smile at that, "Thank you." Was Derek real? Stiles ducked his head under Derek's chin, his leg moving between Derek's as he moved closer. He hummed in happiness, full body cuddles. "Do you have anything to do today?"
"It's Sunday." Derek responded.
Stiles shrugged, "Doesn't mean you didn't already have plans."
"On Sundays plans are allowed to change. I think we should spend the day right here."
Stiles contemplated staying under the sheets in this huge bed with Derek all day. The last time he'd stayed in and did nothing and had a companion to do it with was too long ago. Then his body betrayed him. His stomach grumbled.
Derek's answered in return.
Stiles laughed, "I think we have to get up to eat."
"No," Derek said, his mouth moving into a line. Right before his stomach made hungry noises again.
Hugging him tighter, "I make some mean pancakes. And some fruit left over from last night. It shouldn't have gone bad, the fridge had been cool went they'd put the leftovers in."
Derek huffed.
Stiles smiled and pulled the sheet back, watching as Derek disappeared from his view. He continued to pull the sheet off as he untangled himself and got up out of the bed. He soon stood at the bottom of the bed, sheet in hand. "Come on, I'll go put some coffee on. How does that sound?"
Derek rolled onto his back and laced his arms behind his head, "Are you sure you don't want to join me back in the bed?"
Stiles tossed the balled sheets onto Derek's head and started for the kitchen, "Food!"
"Coffee first," Stiles muttered to himself as he bounded down the wooden staircase. For a beach house, it was in good condition, everything was nice and clean. Entering the kitchen, he headed straight for the freezer, where he'd stashed the coffee yesterday.
Humming, Stiles grabbed the pot and filled it with water. His eyes caught movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned and saw a poor reflection of someone standing in the front yard. He put the pot in the maker and walked out towards the living room. Through the window he could see Jackson standing in front yard, completely buck naked.
Stiles paused at the staircase, "Derek, does Jackson have any mental disorders or anything?" He turned to see Derek coming down the stairs, still in his boxers, but with his shirt back on.
"No, why?" Derek said at the bottom of the steps, crowding into Stiles space as he pressed him back into the wall.
"Because he's standing out front naked," eyebrow raised as he pointed to the window.
Derek's head turned so fast it popped with the motion. "Stiles, remember your question last night? Why are we so comfortable with each other?" Derek looked back at Stiles, looming over him, his face tight and serious.
"Yes?"
"There's a reason. I promise I'll explain," Derek leaned forward and kissed Stiles hard and swift. Then he was out the door.
Stiles sagged against the door, his heart racing with a million questions running through his head. What the hell?
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