Authors Note:

Hey guys! I'm really excited to get this out there! The response to this story is still going strong and I am hoping it keeps up! It honestly fuels me to write more and faster. I know it took me a little longer this time to get this chapter out. I started school and I went to Ottawa to see Madonna in concert with my boyfriend so I have been really busy. Initially this chapter worked out a lot differently then what I had planned, a lot differently now that I really think about it. I'm sure it worked out for the best but I'll let you guys be the judge of that. There is some smut in this chapter as well and I know how much some of you love that. I have never written anything in a sexual nature before until this piece of work so I am hoping that I didn't completely butcher it. Going with the pattern this chapter is told by Stiles and it sets up the story for the next two chapters, which I'm excited for because I don't really have anything really planned with this story. Just coming up with it as it comes, keeping it really fresh and exciting, to me and hopefully you guys. I believe that is all I have to say other than enjoy!


Chapter 3: Willpower

Stiles

It had taken Stiles all his will power not to text Derek again.

All his willpower.

If anyone knew Stiles, his willpower dwindles very fast, especially when it's something he really wanted to do. He had been teetering back and forth about texting Derek. What would he say exactly? Was it even appropriate to even text him just because he wanted too? Derek had said to contact him any time even if he just wanted to talk but was it just him being kind? It was confusing because Stiles never really heard of teachers giving out their own personal numbers. It seemed like Derek genuinely cared for Stiles but he wasn't sure what lines he was allowed to cross.

Stiles felt like Derek thought he was some sort of a closet case and felt like that could have been a reason why he gave Stiles his number. He wasn't really wrong about Stiles not being out. He was to an extent, to his friends and the general public but his father didn't know and Stiles knew that this was a conversation him and his father had to have as soon as possible. Stiles was tired of hiding himself, a weight had been lifted once he came out to his friends and it had been amazing. As time went on he felt like he was still tied down because there was one person who didn't know. Getting the taste of the freedom of finally being able to be who you are and then still have to take two steps back was really starting to wear on Stiles. He never quite understood why someone this day in age should have to go through such conflicted emotions about being something that was now considered normal. It's what really fed his idea to do the children's story with a homosexual relationship. He thought that if kids these days were exposed to some sort of positive material about gay relationships, then maybe people like Stiles wouldn't have to work so hard to not be themselves.

It had been really awkward for Stiles to describe his idea for the story to Derek. He knew it was what he wanted to do but telling that to a male teacher had Stiles questioning Derek's comfort level with discussing things like homosexuality. Derek of course had floored Stiles by being a perfect human being and completely loved Stiles' idea. What made it even better is that he actually understood where Stiles was coming from and Stiles never expected that, not in a million years.

Stiles sighed, flinging himself from his computer chair to his bed. He was already trying to convince himself to not text Derek. It had been a constantly battle of actually having typed out several texts only to delete it last minute. What was it really going to accomplish either way? It wasn't like Derek was gay? Even if he was, Stiles was still his student and even if Derek was willing look past him being a student, there is no guarantee that Derek would ever go for someone like Stiles; awkward and socially stunted.

Stiles had almost forgotten about seeing Derek at the restaurant with that attractive woman with the jet black hair the weekend past. Just thinking about it had jealousy coiling in Stiles' stomach. It was the reason why he added tripping up in the middle of a crowded restaurant to his list of public embarrassments. He had walked in and like a heat seeking missile he immediately saw Derek holding hands with her and of course he had to trip over his own feet. The jealousy had ate at him the entire night, not being able to stop looking over in Derek's direction, having the woman catch him constantly staring, giving him extremely amused looks. Jealousy wasn't something Stiles was used too. He wasn't into such petty emotions and tried to look above them whenever he felt them coming on. When Scott first started dating Allison, Stiles had to literally go through Scott withdrawal because up until that point they were literally attached at the hip. Then all of a sudden they weren't and Stiles found himself resenting Allison for taking his best friend from him. It had taken a while to get used it but Stiles had realized that they were in love and it wasn't just some fling but honest to god love. Stiles being the romantic that he was didn't want to get in between that and knew that Scott hadn't forgotten about him. Once they had gotten through their honeymoon stage, Scott had started to come around more and things were start to get back to normal, with the added bonus of Allison sometimes, who Stiles secretly thought was awesome but would never say any different.

During his last session with Derek, Stiles had realized that his lust for his extremely attractive teacher had started to form in to a full blown crush. He of course found Derek's gruff exterior extremely attractive, obviously giving him what now he liked to call the Hale Hard-on because Stiles literally went diamond hard at the sound of Derek's voice and then having to look at him certainly made it worse. Derek began to make Stiles feel other things though. Nerves that caused him to get shakes, make his hands sweaty, and made him even twitchier. His lips was completely chapped from licking them so much and the butterflies, they had almost made him stomach sick at some points. Despite all those physical reactions, Stiles was completely at ease around him. He never let his guard come down around someone so fast in his life. He was himself to the word, quirky, apparently funny because all Derek did was laugh and smile at him. That smile—it should be against the law. Every time Stiles saw it he would literally get hot, warmth would spread right through him, he was sure Derek had to feel the heat radiating off him at some points.

Here came his dilemma once again, to text Derek or not. He knew that if he entertained this idea of actually getting to know Derek more, he was sure would end up falling for the man causing him the pain of rejection when it was inevitably bound to come. Then there was the likelihood of falling for the man anyways due to being in close proximity because of their private sessions and Derek's ability to make him swoon at how amazing he was.

Stiles had decided that was going to try and text Derek, if it was going to end badly then might as well enjoy it while he can, right? The question was what to actually text him. He didn't want to work too much on what he thought Derek would want to talk about but just whatever came to his mind. He was famous for always texting lame jokes to Scott or some random facts so he figured he could start with that. Hopefully Derek would response and not be one of those awkward people who reply with one-worded responses.

How do you get Pikachu on a bus? Stiles knew this joke was lame, but it was to perfect not to say. Everybody loved Pokémon at some point, even Derek must have. Stiles knew Derek wasn't too much older then himself so Derek either watched it himself or at least knew what it was about.

Haha, I don't know. How? Derek had replied within a matter of moments which made Stiles' heart skip a beat.

Pokémon. Stiles replied with a grin, he loved this joke despite how bad it was. He hoped Derek had got it. It had taken Stiles a minute or so to get it the first time, having to sounds out the word slowly.

That was so lame. I can't even handle that. Derek replied a minute or so later. Stiles would be lying if he said that response never discouraged him a little but he still never let it stop him.

Awe, c'mon. It's Pokémon! Everybody loves Pokémon! Embrace your inner trainer. Stiles hoped that this would get a positive response from Derek.

I do embrace my inner trainer often! I've beat the new game like 3 times over already. I love Pokémon, just not your joke! I thought you were funnier than that Stiles. :( Stiles was pretty sure had had died and gone to heaven. Derek plays Pokémon games, forget the crush, he is officially in love with this man, no question.

Well, I can't always read out Disney princess smut to you. You got to take the good and bad hand in hand. Stiles couldn't help but bring up Snow White and Sleeping Beauty's love affair, he'll probably have to a full on smut story just for Derek to see him die laughing.

I'll gladly take your hand any day, Stiles. Stiles was afraid to see how far his eyes had bulged out of his head reading this. There was no way Derek wasn't flirting with him. He needed to stay calm. Really calm and try and figure out what he was going to say. Derek must have been fooling around with him, there was no way he was actually serious.

Derek, are you—is this you asking to marry me? Cause if it is, I got to say. I need to think about it. Stiles grinned slightly, heart pounding so hard it felt like it was in his ears. It was a couple of minutes before Derek replied, at this point he broke out into a nervous sweat. Stiles will never openly admit this to anyone ever but there was one point, way back when he sort of had a crush on Lydia. Although it was pretty obvious and people called it out on him on it often, even believed he still had one for her, well up until he had came out. When Stiles looked back on it, he thought it was more of him wanting to like Lydia so he could be more like Scott and the other guys in his class. Lydia had never made him react like this. At that point in his life, he was just starting to notice the differences between him and other guys, how they talked about women and the way women apparently made them feel. Stiles could see where they were coming from but he himself couldn't feel those things. Stiles guessed that forcing himself to like Lydia was a big form of denial; one that he'll never openly admit, especially to her.

and if I am? Why would you want to break my heart like this Stiles? Stiles' gut had actually plummeted. The pads of his finger tips had actually started to ache. He had no idea why he was even reacting like this. It's not like Derek means any of this.

Well, a guy got to be wooed. You can't just flash a handsome smile and expect me to go weak at the knees. Stiles tried to ignore that fact that that is exactly what happens. There has to be dating, a courtship, where you surprise me with lots of gifts. Treat me like the prince I am, give me stuffed toys because they are my secret weakness, and then supply me with endless amounts of chocolate.

It is embarrassing to admit but Stiles does sleep with a teddy bear at night. He has always been a cuddle fiend. Sleepovers at Scott's had been awkward at first because they used to share a bed and Stiles would always wake up with his limbs wrapped around Scott. Scott had gotten used to it overtime and ended up returning the cuddles.

I guess I have to change that then now don't I? Never figured you to be easy anyways but you did say I have a handsome smile, must be doing something right. This made Stiles grin, feeling butterflies gather in his stomach.

Shouldn't you be in bed right now anyways? You got Mr. Hale first thing in the morning don't you? I heard he is a hard ass. Stiles actually giggled, good thing his father was working late tonight because giggling is something a group of preteen girls do when they see a cute boy walk by.

I should but I'm not worried. Mr. Hale is a big softy anyways, either way I know his weakness, I'm untouchable. Stiles replied, just picturing Derek raising his eyebrow, smirk on his face. He was probably in bed at this time at night, shirtless and in his underwear. Made Stiles wonder if he was a boxers or briefs guy. Stiles was kind of hoping for boxer briefs, cause he bet Derek had a nice package and to see it all held up in a tight pair of black boxer briefs would actually be mouth watering.

Oh, what kind of weakness would that be? Stiles had almost typed in me but stopped himself. He knew his upstairs brain wasn't running the show anymore. His cock was of course causing him serve discomfort by straining against the tight demin of his jeans. Maybe it was time to go to bed before he said something he regretted.

Can't give away all my secrets ;) Night Derek. Stiles stripped off his clothes, leaving himself in his boxer briefs.

Night tease. Stiles grinned because Derek had no idea how much he wanted to tease him.

Stiles set his alarm and crawl into his bed. Looking down he saw Stiles Jr. looking up at him, with a Hale hard on of course, demanding attention. Groaning Stiles rolled over on his stomach, grabbing Mr. Snuggles trying to get comfortable enough to go to sleep, totally ignoring the hardness pressed against his stomach.


Stiles felt the feathery kisses go down his chest, down his abdomen. The lips were soft and moist, sending pleasure through his entire body. He felt a tongue dip into his belly button making him squirm, a moan escaping his lips.

"You like that?" A husky voice whispered to him, tongue dipping back into Stiles' belly button before slowly nipping his way down. Stiles tried to buck his hips upward but a pair of hands was keeping them in place. He felt even more blood rush to his cock, begging to be touched, aching for release.

"What do you want Stiles?" The voice half moaned up at Stiles. Stiles looked down and locked with forest green eyes, pupils blown wide open.

"Derek," Stiles moaned loudly, feeling a flush of heat surge through him.

"What do you want Stiles?" Derek breathed again, mouthing the base of Stiles' cock.

"What do you want me to do to you?" Stiles whimpered as the tip of Derek's tongue ran on the underside of his shaft, mopping up the precum flowing out of the slit at the tip of Stiles cock.

"God, Derek, please!" Stiles was panting now, he needed release, he didn't care how, he just needed Derek's hand on him.

He felt Derek's hand slide up his chest, fingers circling his nipples, teasing the already erect nubs. Stiles let out a high pitched whimper, jutted his hips forward slightly feeling the side of his cock rub against Derek's stubbled jaw.

"You look so hot, Stiles. It makes me want you so bad." Derek's hand left Stiles' nipples and gripped the base of his cock, earning a soft mew from Stiles. Derek licked over the head once again, groaning.

"You have no idea how good you taste Stiles." Derek consumed him whole, sliding Stiles' shaft right down his throat. Stiles groaned loudly, toes curling, feeling every inch of Derek's hot mouth. He heard Derek whimper and look down to see Derek stroking himself, leaking over his sheets.

Stiles leaned forward to grab a hold of Derek but Derek released his cock pinning him back on to the bed, arms over his head.

"You don't get to touch me Stiles, not yet." Derek groaned in to his neck, settling one of his thighs between Stiles' legs.

"God, you smell so fucking good Stiles, it's driving me wild." Derek started to move his hips, his wet cock jutting at the line of Stiles' hip. He was biting down on Stiles' neck, marking him, making Stiles moan loudly. Gently licking his mark, Derek gently ran his tongue up the side of Stiles' neck to the sensitive spot back his ear it. Stiles whimpered loudly, smashing his hips against Derek's, his cock now jutted against the groove of Derek hip.

"Derek! Please! I need—I need, I need to feel you." Derek growl, almost animal like and started to grind himself harshly down on Stiles, their bodies causing friction on their cocks.

"I can't want to see you cum Stiles," Derek groaned into his ear, licking the outer shell, "To see your face when pleasure overcomes you, watching you shoot all over yourself. Oh fuck Stiles; I can't wait to taste you." There movements had become frantic now but still managing enough rhythm to move together.

"I'm close Derek!" Stiles panted. Derek shot up, taking both their cocks in his hands.

"Come for me Stiles! I need it; I need you to cum for me." Stiles felt the pressure build below his waist, Derek's hand moving faster and faster frantically jerking Stiles off. The pressure became overwhelming as pleasure surged through his entire body, every muscle clenched as Stile came; vision whitening, shooting hard and fast, squirting over his own face, covering his chest and Derek's hand.

A few minutes passed and Stiles came back, having blacked out from the intense orgasm. Stiles looked up at the older man stoking his thick cock furiously, whimpering Stiles' name, licking Stiles' mess from his hand. Derek looked down at Stiles, pupils completely blown, needy look spread across his face.

"Stiles, I'm coming, Stiles, oh—Fuck!" Stiles shot up in his bed panting heavily, extremely out of breath. It took him a minute to realize what was going on; expecting to see Derek but it was only him. Stiles shifted slightly, feeling the stickiness of his sheets and now semen soaked boxers.

Stiles hadn't had a wet dream before and if he had to have the option to have one again, he would check off the fuck yes box. Up to date that was probably the hottest thing Stiles has ever experienced and he could only imagine if he ever had a chance, what the real thing would be like.

A gentle knock came on the door and Stiles' father voices filtered in through the door telling him he was going to run late if he never got up. Stiles sighed flicking his stained blanket off him, making a mental note to throw it in the washer later on.

He awkwardly pealed his boxers off himself and threw it in his laundry basket. Grabbing his phone Stiles dashed towards the bathroom naked, knowing his father was downstairs getting ready. He was surprised and a little excited to see a text from Derek. Immediately opening it Stiles chuckled to himself.

What did Ash say after he ate Butterfree? Stiles didn't need to know the answer to know this was going to be a very lame joke, worse than his for sure.

Sending back a reply asking Derek what the answer was, Stiles hopped in the shower, letting the hot water wash away the remnants of the dream. He was glad his dad was home this morning. He was usually gone before Stiles got up and barely saw him at night because something would always come up. It's not like Stiles' dad was a neglective father, just one with a lot of responsibilities. Stiles didn't mind either way it gave him the freedom that he loved having and gave him a sense of responsibility that most people his age never really had these days. Stiles was going to take the opportunity to let his father know that he was gay. It was a long overdue conversation, Stiles' father really deserved to know and Stiles couldn't take being held back from being who he really was.

Rinsing himself off the last of the soap on his body Stiles turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. He lamely reached for his phone, stomach fluttering with excitement, hoping that Derek had replied, which he has so Stiles was extremely excited.

I can't believe it's not butter! :) Stiles laughed out loud despite the joke being the worst thing in the world

You called my joke lame? That was pretty bad! It's okay though, I never thought you had a good sense of humor anyways. :P Stiles replied with grin and finished towelling off, wrapped it around his waist and headed off to his room to get changed.

Downstairs, his father was sitting at the end of the table with a mug of coffee, which Stiles probably guessed he was mug number three.

"Morning son, you want me to fix you something for breakfast?" Stiles shook his head.

"Nah, I'm running late, I might grab something on the way or just wait till I get there to get something." Stiles' dad smiled and nodded and Stiles fled to the kitchen feeling his pocket vibrate.

Well I was trying to make you feel better about telling me and lame joke last night. At least give me points for being a nice guy. If my sense of humor does suck, remember that I do laugh at the things you say. Derek was teasing Stiles again because Stiles knew he was funny, awkward but funny.

Ouch, low blow, a very low blow. Stiles responded and headed back out into the dining room. He took a deep breath and sat down next to his father, who hadn't looked up from the morning paper.

"Would you do me a favor after school son?" Stiles nodded but he doubt that he father saw it. "Could you run to the supermarket and pick up a few things? We are running kind of low." Stiles hummed under his breath.

"Ah, Dad, I need to tell you something…" Stiles started to fiddle with his hands, which was always a bad sign. He was a nervous and awkward person to begin with but when he got real nervous, like he was now, Stiles would fiddle with his hands to try and distract himself from the task at hand.

"Stiles, what have you done now? It has nothing to do with that nice teacher of yours—Mr. Hale? The one who offered to try and boost your grades up? We had this conversation." Stiles remembers that conversation very well. It was over the weekend and up until that point Stiles hadn't see his dad since he found out about his private sessions with Derek. Stiles was of course being a child, as usual and ignoring his father. Even though at the time he was sort of looking forward to his after school session with Derek, he was still mad at his father for getting him into the situation in the first place. It was basically the principle of the whole thing, Stiles' dad feeling like he has to over step his bounds and interrupted what Stiles worked so hard to achieve.

In the end, the conversation ended up in verbal bloodshed. Stiles dad pulled the I'm the parent and I know what best for you card. Which Stiles thought was utter bullshit but let it slide because his father thought he was right (even though Stiles does admit now he sort of was) and meant the end of the argument.

"No, dad it has nothing to do with De—Mr. Hale. There is something I've been meaning to tell you." The Sheriff had put down his paper and tentatively reached over and grabbed Stiles' shaking hands.

"Son, is everything okay?" Stiles harshly shuddered out a breath, feeling his father's reassuring hand. This was a lot harder than he expected, he opened his mouth but there were no words coming out. He looked down at his father's hand and he wanted to cry. After his mother's death, his dad tried. Stiles knew that and knew that losing someone that you loved that much took its toll. Stiles looked a lot like his mother, his father told him sometimes after he had had a few drinks. That Stiles got so much from her that he left his father in awe sometimes.

Stiles at first resented his father for it at first. Not being able to see past his grief and care for his son. It took time and in that time Stiles realized that no one was perfect, especially not his father. His father loved him, there was no question but now it was in his own way. Stiles never really understood it, it seemed like Stiles reminded his father so much of his mother that it hurt him. Stiles looked down at his father's hand and looked into his eyes, seeing worry there, knowing that Stiles was going through something and causing him so much turmoil.

Despite his faults, Stiles loved his father and he didn't want to lose that. It was why this was so hard. It's hard to tell someone something about yourself that you know will change their perspective of you. Not you as a person but the kind of life Stiles' father envisioned for him: wife, kids, white picket fence and an annoying dog. It scared Stiles to rip that away from him after so much being taken away from him already, from the both of them. To take away the few dreams his father had left and held on too. Stiles didn't want his dad to feel like he lost his son and Stiles certainly didn't want to lose his father because right down too it his dad was the only person he really had. Maybe Scott but after coming out to him, the distance had started to get bigger.

Stiles needed his father.

"I'm—, "Stiles found his voice, it was harsh and thick with emotion.

"I'm gay." Stiles closed his eyes and felt a tear slip down his cheek. He braced himself for his father to rip his hands away and Stiles flinched when something swiped the tear off his face. He opened his eyes in surprise and looked at his father, eyes filling up. He pulled Stiles to his feet and embraced him. Stiles stood in a moment of shock before he latched onto his father, feeling this wall come down.

"I know," his father whispered and Stiles let it all go. The worries, the doubt, the crushing fear of losing his father and let himself cry. He remembered the last time he cried in front of his father. It was a couple of years ago when Stiles has fully realized he was gay. He didn't know what to do, he felt broken, like he was somehow wrong but most of all he was scared. Afraid of what people would do to him if they ever found out but mostly Stiles needed his mother. No matter what, she would have understood, she would have accepted him, no matter what and it was what Stiles needed at the time. On the anniversary of her death the weight had crushed Stiles; he was left sobbing into his father jacket at the grave site.

It took Stiles a few moments to realize what his father actually said. He lifted his head off his father's shoulder, breaking the embrace Stiles looked at his father. His eyes were puffy and red just like Stiles imagines his was as well.

"What do you mean you already knew?" Stiles asked wiping the tear marks from his face. His father squeezed his shoulders tightly and stepped back smiling.

"Do you remember a few months ago when my computer crashed? I needed to search up something so I went to use your computer. When I went to search something in, your past searches came up and yeah, it wasn't hard to figure out from there." If Stiles could actually die from embarrassment he would in the very moment.

"Oh god, just kill me now. Why didn't you tell me? Do you know how long I struggled to tell you?" Stiles said thinking that this could have been avoided if he father spoke up.

"I was going to tell you but I talked to a few of the gay cops at the station and they said to wait for you to come to me. To make sure you were ready." Stiles let an 'oh' escape from his lips and he couldn't help but think which of the cops at the station were gay. He also felt proud that his father approached them about this.

"I do think we need to have the talk though." Stiles gaped at him.

"Oh, no dad, we really, really don't!" Stiles said putting his hands up and then his father gave him a look.

"I really think we do… The bareback gay porn you searched up makes me worry about how safe you plan on being or have been." Stiles' dad was officially trying to kill him. Stiles abruptly turned and walked away bee-lining right for the door.

"I mean it Stiles! We are having that talk!" Stiles waved his hand and raced out his door into his jeep and he stopped for a moment to take a breath; his mind blown, he never pictured his coming out to his father to go down like that, never in a million years.


Directly after school Stiles had gone to the supermarket, like his father asked earlier. He was still in awe from their conversation that happened this morning. He was completely shocked that his father knew about his sexuality. Stiles knew he was quirky and a little weird but there was no way his father automatically assumed he was gay based of some Google searches. His father knew he looked up weird things all the time. Stiles remembered one time he father caught him looking up the mating cycle of flamingos, he'll never forget the weird look that his father gave him then. Stiles never thought he acted gay—or effeminate, which was a better way of putting it. Stiles clearly underestimated his father detective abilities; it doesn't really surprise him anymore why his dad got elected Sheriff, despite knowing Stiles' sexuality without him dropping any obvious hints, Stiles' father could actually do the job and do it properly.

Stiles thought about all the gay cops in the force, it had honestly surprised him a lot. He never got that gay vibe from any of the men that worked there and he was around them all enough to know them all. As much as Stiles hated to stereotype, he couldn't see any of the gay people he knew of be a cop. It was very hard not to do when you were in a small town like his. Beacon Hills wasn't gay central by any means and the only open people in the town were the ones who were flamboyant. It was really rare to meet another gay male that acted like what society considered 'normal'. With the exception of Danny of course, he was literally the perfect example of an amazing individual, why couldn't Stiles be interested in Danny? He was attractive, incredibly smart, funny, patient, which is something you'd need to deal with Stiles; Stiles wasn't delusional when it came the last point, it took certain kind of person to deal with him. Jackson could be another guy like Danny. Stiles wasn't totally convinced that Jackson was entirely straight; the guy was just too pretty, unnaturally pretty. He would never admit this though, to anyone—ever. Instead Stiles was crushed out on his incredibly hot teacher who was completely off limits and unattainable.

For a moment Stiles entertained the idea of his dad possibly hooking him up with one of the cops at the station. He was nowhere near that desperate, especially to have his dad to play matchmaker for him. Stiles suddenly felt his stomach drop slightly with the thought of being with someone else, someone other than Derek. It felt like Stiles was somehow betraying Derek in some way, like just having a thought about potentially being with someone else, made him feel guilty. This crush or whatever it was seemed to be taking on a life of its own and it was starting to scare Stiles a little. He was starting to get deep—too deep, possibly point of no return deep.

Stiles couldn't help it though. He constantly found himself gravitating towards Derek, where ever he was. Take when he got to school today for example. He got out of his car and he noticed Derek ahead of him, on his phone—actually texting Stiles, it took all Stiles` willpower not to run up them and jump on him. He barely stopped himself; he was almost in a half jog before he decided it would be a completely disastrous idea. It sort of felt wrong to approach Derek like Stiles would approach Scott, throwing his arms over his shoulders and giving him a grin. It's not like Stiles didn`t want to touch Derek it's just he wasn`t sure of if the touches would be wanted, especially Derek still being his teacher. Despite the texting and Derek`s casual attitude towards Stiles he knew Derek loved his job. Stiles felt displaying such a familiarity toward him on school grounds would raise some eyebrows.

Stiles definitely enjoyed touching Derek, even going out of his way to cross his boundary to do so. He couldn`t help it, just fed off Derek`s reactions, he would sometimes get flustered at Stiles sudden forwardness and Stiles ate it up. Today at the lunch session for example: Derek had a thread hanging off his sweater, which looked amazing on him. Stiles had abruptly leaned forward in the middle of Derek droning on about something Stiles did wrong on his paper for earlier in the school year and pulled the thread out. Derek had stuttered his sentence to silence once Stiles was mere inches from his face and Stiles saw pink tinge fill his cheeks, Stiles couldn`t help leaning back into his chair, with a satisfied smile on his face.

Today`s session has been completely different from the other ones. It seemed more professional then the other ones. It had taken Stiles a little by surprised considering the way they has been texting, he almost expected it to carry over to their sessions as well. Stiles was struggling not crack jokes every two seconds but Derek was trying to strictly keep it just about the paper and how Stiles could make improvements for when he rewrites it. Stiles couldn't really get mad, even though he was feeling some frustration bubble up in his chest. Derek was still his teacher and still had a job to do and not sit and joke around, which was exactly what Stiles wanted to do. As much as it disappointed Stiles, he still managed to get a crack in there and seeing Derek try not to smile made him feel like he was floating, which made the waste of his lunch hour completely worth it.

Stiles had also wanted to mention the texting in general to Derek, to see if he was actually okay, completely okay with one of his student's texting him. Stiles of course had gotten distracted by many of Derek's physical attributes, his eyebrows being Stiles' center of focus today because Stiles was so far gone enough to the think that even the man's eyebrows were flawless. Once Stiles left the session he had realized that yes, he had forgotten to ask Derek but the text he received from him moments later settled any of his reservations and worries.

Stiles grabbed a shopping cart and went on autopilot around the supermarket. Throwing the usually things in the cart being sure to pick out the freshest fruits and vegetables from the produce section. He was in and out of there within twenty minutes, which is a record for Stiles because he loved food and could actually spend hours looking around for new things to try. He almost bought a case of Root Beer to give to Derek, sort of like a small thank you for the sessions but he decided that it would go completely against him trying to force feed Derek healthy food. He had let Derek slide today because he had brought a sandwich, which was an upgrade from a bag of chips.

Balancing the groceries in his hand, Stiles reached into his pocket to check his phone to see if there had been any text messages. One was from Scott asking him if he was up to do something adventurous with everybody this weekend, another was from his dad asking him if he remember to go to the supermarket and the last was Derek asking him what he was doing. Stiles reached his jeep before he got a chance to answer Derek but he let both his father and Scott know yes. Laying his bags in the back of his jeep, Stiles heard a squawk, followed by a curse and looked down to see an orange hit his foot.

Looking around the other side of the Jeep he saw a pretty girl with jet black hair scurrying around her car picking up food that must have fallen to the ground. Stiles being the gentleman that his mother and father raised him to be, went over near the woman and started to help her pick up some of the food from the ground. Stiles carried the armful of food to the trunk where she was putting all the food she had picked up in a spare bag. She smiled at him gratefully and opened the bag towards him to drop the food in.

"Thank you so much!" She exclaimed, "These recycled, greener earth bags are actually an absolute piece of crap." She said as she bent over to pick up the last of the food, throwing it into the bag and tossed that into her trunk.

"You're welcome!" Stiles replied politely, getting ready to turn around and walk away but there was something about her he couldn't quite place. He was trying not to be a creeper by staring at her but she caught him looking at her, probably thinking he was checking her out. She looked at him and paused for a moment before she broke out into a wide smile.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" She asked putting her fingers to her lips. Stiles then immediately recognized her. She was the girl Derek was on a date with Saturday night at the restaurant. Stiles couldn't help the jealousy that coiled in his stomach; he really needed to leave now before he said something completely unwarranted.

"You're the guy that wiped out on the restaurant floor on Saturday night weren't you?" She beat him too it and of course she would remember that it was Stiles who fell on his ass that day. She grinned when she saw Stiles flush with embarrassment, his annoyance for her growing exponentially. This is what he gets for helping someone out.

"Yeah, that was me; my feet are a lot bigger than they should be." Stiles said flatly and this earned an even bigger smile from her. He saw her bite her tongue, making it seem like she was pondering something.

"I remember you spend an awful lot of time staring at my brother too." Brother? She was Derek's sister. Stiles couldn't help but smile slightly, happiness filtering through his veins knowing that Derek wasn't on a date.

"You didn't know that I was his sister did you? It would explain why you spent a good chunk of the night glaring at me." She challenged him here, to see if Stiles would respond to her. He got the feeling like she does this a lot to people. Now that he really looked at her, it wasn't hard to tell that she was Derek's sister. She was even more beautiful up close with her petite features and black hair the flowed down past her shoulders. Despite her delicate features, the fierceness in her green eyes told him that she was anything but delicate. There was no mistake that her and Derek were related, Stiles was really kicking himself now.

"I have no idea what you are talking about." Stiles saw a flicker of disappointment in her eyes seeing that Stiles was denying her challenge. He really needed to play stupid, "I remember seeing you both at the restaurant but I wasn't aware of any staring." The way she was staring at him was making Stiles uncomfortable; it was like she was sizing him up for dinner or something.

"You weren't aware that you were glaring holes into my face?" She smiled at him, trying to provoke him ever more. Stiles was at a loss for words, trying to come up with some sort of excuse because he knew if his eyes were a weapon she would have died that night.

"Maybe I was looking out for my teacher, he's a nice guy. Maybe I thought he could do better." The words had come out from Stiles' mouth before he even thought about it. She gave him an incredulous look before shaking her head and laughing.

"Oh, man. Someone's extremely hot for teacher." Stiles opened his mouth to deny it but exerted the control it took him years to master and closed his mouth. He knew if he started talking now he'll end up endlessly babbling and he didn't want to give her the satisfaction. She grinned at him before she got into the driver side of her car, rolling down the window before looking back out at him.

"Dinner," She said, giving Stiles an amused look.

"Dinner at our place, I'll cook. I'll do you a favor and let you spend a nice casual evening with Derek, call it a thank you for being so mannerly and helping me with my groceries." She raised an eyebrow, her way of letting Stiles know she was expecting an answer.

"What makes you think I would be interested in something like that?" Stiles said, holding his ground.

"Come off it, I know you want too and don't deny it," She started her car, "Besides, I want to get to know the guy who keeps making my baby brother smile." She was winked at Stiles.

"Night cutie." She literally sped out of the parking lot on to the street, leaving Stiles in a form of shock next to his jeep.

Despite finding out that she was actually Derek's sister; he really didn't like any more than he previously had. There was no way he was going to go to this dinner; it would be a disaster waiting to happen. Stiles thought about what she had said that she wanted to get to know the guy who was making Derek smile. Stiles was completely confused as how in the world she would even know that Derek and he were even talking. Unless, Derek had talked about him and that seemed ridiculous but there was no other explanation.

Stiles felt nerves flutter through his stomach at the thought of Derek being interested in him because why else would Derek talk about him and have his sister notice a change in him. Maybe Derek had told her that Stiles was some weird kid who he teaches and just so happens to text him every moment he can. Stiles still hoped that maybe Derek was interested in him but wasn't really sure but he figured that this was Derek's sisters purpose, to mess with his head.

This dinner could potentially be a good idea after all. To get to see Derek outside of a school area and see what he is really like, no restraints or boundaries. Maybe she was doing Stiles a favour but it doesn't mean Stiles wasn't going to dish out what she will give him. She reminded him of an older version of Lydia and he wasn't going to let this version get the best of him.


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