On Wednesday evening with Peter's haranguing words of 'don't fuck this up for yourself' still ringing in his ears, Derek picks up the bag he'd had thrust upon him.

Cora's words of 'you hurt Stiles Derek and you'll regret it' are echoing in his head.

Feeling well and truly put upon Derek bangs on the door instead of using the very obvious doorbell.

Hearing Stiles' "It's open," Come back from the kitchen he opens the door and steps inside, closing and locking it behind him.

"I hope that was open just for me and you usually keep it locked." He yells back before he realises he's treating Stiles' home like his own. "Shit." He mutters to himself.

"Yes Dad." Floats back to him sarcastically.

Walking down the hallway Derek grins. He can't help it. Even if he walks out of here tonight for the last time he'll still be grateful for the quick time he's had with Stiles.

"Have a Daddy kink do we boy?" He questions as he walks into the kitchen.

Stiles is stir frying something on the stove so he just snarls. "If I did you'd be way too fucking young."

"Easy now or I won't share Peter's dessert with you." He answers as he puts the bag down on the kitchen bench. Having said that though he opens the bag and takes out the containers, putting them in the fridge.

Then he steps over to where Stiles is stirring. "Need a hand with anything?"

"Uh, no. I've got everything prepped. Maybe just set the table in here?" Stiles questions without taking his attention from the stir fry.

Derek isn't offended, he knows from Peter's cooking that a stir fry can be surprisingly tricky to assemble and cook. Taking up the placemats on the bench he places them on the table, one at the head of the table, one directly to the right. Then he puts out the plates Stiles had already set out and the utensils.

"I've got chopsticks if you want." Stiles says.

"No, fork is fine." Derek answers, He pours Stiles a coke and a water for himself.

Then he sits at the table and waits for his meal. He doesn't know what to do with himself and doesn't want to crowd Stiles. A steaming serving bowl of rice is placed on the table followed by a serving bowl of the stir fry. Then Stiles sits at the head of the table and gestures for Derek to serve himself.

As he puts a small serve of rice on his plate he passes the bowl to Stiles so he can do the same. Then he picks up the stir fry. "Chicken?" He questions and Stiles nods. "Smells fantastic." Derek says.

They eat silently but not uncomfortably. And when they've finished they clear together and stack the dishwasher. Derek washes the serving bowls and Stiles dries them and puts them away. Then they sit back at the table.

"Okay, I've been thinking. We have something Derek would you agree?" Stiles jumps straight in.

"Yeah, yes I do." Derek answers.

"Then you need to work on letting me in. Up here." Stiles flicks a finger against Derek's forehead as he says this and Derek flinches.

"Sorry, I just. Well I've had a couple of bad experiences with relationships." Stiles interrupts him.

"Yeah I know, you swore off them at twenty-two after 'psycho bitch' whoever the hell she is and then two or three assholes after. I don't blame you by the way. None of them had the right to fuck around on you, no matter what they thought of you."

Blanching Derek stands. "You, how the fuck do you know this? Did Peter talk to you, I'll fucking kill him!" He is off on his way outside, his face burning in mortification. At the door he stops as Stiles yells down the hall.

"You told me last night you fucking idiot." Derek froze. He remembered the vitriol he'd spewed last night after Stiles had withdrawn from him to the point Derek thought he'd left.

"I was talking to myself, in my head." He mutters. Walking down the hall Stiles answers him.

"You may have talked to yourself dude, but you were doing it out loud." He flops on the lounge and lies down throwing an arm across his face. "Hit the overhead would you?" He asks as he settles himself down.

Derek hits the overhead light leaving two lamps lit and then sits down on the floor, his shoulder pressing against the arm Stiles is dangling on the floor. He stretches out his legs with a sigh.

"Okay, I have issues, fucking stupid issues that are probably not going to go away anytime soon." He gives in and admits.

"Yeah, me too. No mouth filter." Stiles answers him. His dangling hand rises and rests on Derek's shoulder. "What do you want from me Derek? Honestly?" He asks quietly.

"Everything, forever, rings, pets, maybe even kids." Derek tells him the truth. "From the moment I saw you, it was like this fist just closed over my heart and beat your name on it like a drum or something." He finishes feeling both vulnerable and corny.

Stiles' hand tenses on his shoulder and then releases as Stiles sighs. "As much as the idea of 'forever' scares the shit out of me, 'everything' sounds awesome. Because I want everything from you too Derek. But I can't say I'm looking that far into the future." Stiles breathes as he lifts his arm off his face and looks at Derek. "I've never been anyone's 'everything' before. I want that so much. But you…it's like you don't even think you're worth it or something. When you totally are. You're warm and funny and loving and family oriented."

Stiles opens his mouth to continue but Derek shakes his head. "No, I lost my family because I was fucking around with a psycho bitch who was using me to get close to them so she could destroy all of us."

And for the first time he's told someone about his first relationship attempt. Why he is the way he is. "I'm worthless at relationships Stiles, I am. I'm self-absorbed, selfish, careless and lazy."

"Shut the fuck up!" Stiles is up off the lounge and shoves at him as he looms over Derek now. "You're none of those things. None of them Derek, whoever told you you were was a lying twat. You think I don't see how you are with Cora, Peter? The way you look out for Peter, the way you allow him to be himself? Do you even see the way he looks at you?"

Shaking his head Stiles sinks down on the floor, straddling Derek's legs. "You are the most loving person I know except maybe for my dad. You care Derek, not obviously but you do. Like no one else I've ever met. That you care for me?" Stiles' hands clasp Derek's neck and pull him forward. "Is the most amazing thing I've ever felt. The way you cherish me? You break my heart." Stiles says as he leans in and kisses Derek. Wholeheartedly.

His lips cruise over Derek's softly, whispering things all the while. Things like how sweet Derek is, how beautiful, how caring, how lovely, how wonderful. And then he pulls back a little and they breathe each other's air for a timeless instant before Stiles sinks back down again, his lips taking over, kissing Derek softly, teasing his lips apart with his own before his tongue glides over them.

Allowing himself to be kissed, Derek lets Stiles control it. He pulls him closer and hugs him tightly. When Stiles pulls back some time later his lips are red and swollen and Derek licks his own, feeling they are too. He slides his fingers up and through Stiles' hair.

"You're not dumping me then?" He asks softly.

With a grin Stiles shakes his head. "No, but we need ground rules, punishments for when you stop believing in yourself and how awesome a boyfriend you truly are. Or how awesome a one you're going to be I mean."

Stiles stands and palms his cock before stepping back. He puts out a hand and pulls Derek to his feet. "How about your uncle's dessert? What is it by the way?" He asks as he walks back toward the kitchen.

Derek's mind is swimming. He'd come to dinner tonight thinking he was going to be dumped, found out he'd blathered a whole bunch of emotional shit he'd never admitted out loud to anyone before, not even Peter and then argued and made up with Stiles.

He had a boyfriend, a boyfriend who wanted 'everything' in return from him as well. Derek had no problem with that.

"Butterscotch pancake batter and his home-made cream." Derek answers as Stiles looks back with a frown at his silence. "Oh and some caramelised bananas we just need to reheat."

"Oh my God, are you serious?" Stiles is off. His groan of excitement flows out into the hall and Derek follows him into the kitchen to see him licking his finger clean of batter.

"Pan?" He asks as he grins at Stiles look of pleasure.

Pointing Stiles sticks his finger in the batter again and licks it clean. Derek puts the pan on the stove and begins to heat it, he grabs a saucepan for the banana's and puts it on low to heat. Opening that container he slides them in to heat slowly while he cooks pancakes. He grabs the batter from Stiles who tries to keep hold of it.

"No, mine." He backs away, cradling it to him.

Derek shakes his head. "They taste better cooked you know. I know this from experience." Stiles hesitates for a few seconds before he reluctantly gives the batter over. He sits at the bench eagerly after getting a couple of plates and watches Derek cook.

"You are fucking sexy when you're in the kitchen Der, do you cook yourself?" He asks as he runs a finger over Derek's ass as he passes Stiles on the way to the fridge for the cream.

"I do, though not anywhere near as well as Peter. He just," Derek tosses his hands around mimicking throwing ingredients together. "Creates things out of this and that like a magician and usually it tastes amazing. Cookbooks are useless for him, he doesn't need anything like that at all, it's all in his head. Has to be, our library got destroyed in the fire, all of our family recipes and shit, up in flames. Our bible, it was hundreds of years old. I was in it."

Derek stops for a second, mortified he'd just blurted all that out. Then as Stiles winds his arms around his waist from behind, he realises it's okay, because it's Stiles. His everything.

"So he's had failures then?" Stiles asks curiously, like Derek just hasn't vomited a bunch of family shit he's never told another living soul.

"Fuck yes." Derek snorts. "Spectacular ones. We both have, we like to mess around in the kitchen." He laughs as Stiles laughs and admits the same thing.

"But not Cora?" Stiles questions again and Derek agrees.

"No, not Cora, she really does burn water. And Peter's right about the eggs, she has this thing about trying to boil eggs, like if she can do that she can cook something else, but so far she has not succeeded in doing that even. Like you can't even ask her to drain pasta or something, she will find a way to fuck it up."

Derek flips the two pancakes onto a plate and pushes them to Stiles as he starts his own. He stirs the banana's a couple of times and switches them off and spoons some on Stiles' pancakes and then drops a dollop of cream on there too. Then he returns to the stove and flips his own pancakes.

"Eat up." He says to Stiles.

"I'm good, I can wait till you're ready to eat." Though he does run his finger through the cream and release a moan of pleasure. Derek glances at him after he flips his own pancakes.

Biting his lip he looks at Stiles. "Where do you stand with food play?" He asks quietly.

"Food play?" Stiles stares at him, his finger halfway to his mouth again, the cream on it looking like come in the low light of the kitchen. They're cooking without the overhead light on.

"Yeah, food play." Derek doesn't explain, Stiles will get it he knows. He hears the gears of his brain turning as he plates his own pancakes and drizzles the caramelised banana's over them and scoops some cream as well. Then he puts the cream and batter back in the fridge and they move to the table.

This time Derek sits at the head as Stiles takes the side setting.

"Food play, like sex?" Stiles finally asks Derek as they're halfway through their dessert.

"Yeah." Derek answers.

"What do you have in that kinky mind of yours?" Stiles asks him as he swipes his finger though the remaining syrup and cream on his plate and licks it off.

"Maybe nothing, maybe something, if you're up for it, we can maybe play on Sunday." Derek says to Stiles knowing full well he's going to go crazy in the meantime asking him about it. He grins at the thought.

"Sunday?" Stiles asks slowly as he sits up in his chair and looks at Derek.

"If you're still coming out in the evening? I figured I'd grab something for dinner and I could work until you came out, that should give you time for homework and study and stuff."

Nodding Stiles stands and takes their plates to the dishwasher and stacks them along with their utensils. Then he puts in the pans as well. "Sounds good, is Peter okay if we keep these containers and return them Sunday?" He gestures at the fridge.

"He said that was fine." Derek stands and stretches. He flashes a grin at the moan Stiles sends his way.

"You should totally be illegal." Stiles says mutinously making him laugh.

"Yeah, you too, all that long lean pale skin, warning light eyes and girly lips." He teases stepping out of the way as Stiles makes a grab for him.

"I do not have girly lips you asshole!" He exclaims. "See if you're getting any tonight now." Derek laughs and still backs away, he can tell by the light in Stiles' eyes he's not anywhere near finished.

"Oh, like that bothers me. You're the one who has to come all the time, I'm old enough to have learned that the anticipation is as good as the orgasm itself if it's done right." He wiggles his eyebrows again and steps back as Stiles stalks him.

He shakes his head when Derek goes for the living room. "Wrong place, bedroom is upstairs Hale." Derek raises his eyebrows and pauses.

"Are you sure? I, we don't have to do anything. I mean, we had a, uh, kind of emotional night." He lets Stiles in close, waiting for him to agree. "I should probably go, let you do your study and stuff."

"I'm good, got it done before you came over." Stiles answers him as he stalks closer. He jerks his head down the hall. "My bedroom, now." Derek feels his balls draw up at the firm tone of Stiles' voice.

But he rises to the challenge, as Stiles meant him to, he thinks from the glint in his eyes. Raising a single brow Derek steps back up the hallway. Pursing his lips he tilts his head to the side as he eyes Stiles up and down, just like he'd eye a car he was looking to buy.

Then he gives a small shrug and his fingers grasp his t-shirt and pull it up slowly as he backs down the hall. When he's at the foot of the stairs Derek stops and crosses his arms, pulling the t-shirt up and over his head.

Smiling slightly at the small gasp Stiles' lets out as he sees Derek's pierced nipples for the first time. Tonight he's got rings in them instead of the bars he'd had on Monday night. Flicking one of them he lets his head fall back on a moan.

Then glancing behind himself he steps up, one slow step at a time with Stiles following. Tossing him his t-shirt Derek feels his cock jerk as Stiles catches it and raises it to his face, inhaling deeply even as he continues to watch Derek predatorily.

Pivoting on his feet, Derek glances over his shoulder to make sure Stiles is still watching him. Then he raises one foot and places it two steps up. Leaning down he pushes out his ass as he pulls up his jeans and then unlaces his boot, flexing he steps up onto that foot and when he's got both feet on the one step he raises it and pulls the boot off taking the sock with it.

Letting it drop where it falls he repeats the process with his other leg. Then he turns around again. Stiles was at the first boot, grabbing it and the sock up, stuffing it inside the boot. It brings home that Stiles lives with his dad, he can't let clothes lie around until he wants to pick them up or Derek picks them up on his way out the door.

"You sure you want to do this here?" He asks quietly as he watches Stiles scoop up his other boot and sock.

"I'm sure, Dad just said he wanted us done making noise before he got home is all and for us not to use all the hot water if we shower because he needs a shower tonight instead of in the morning." Stiles answers him quietly.

"You have a good father, a practical one. I hope I'm doing for Cora what he's doing for you."

With a smile Stiles nods. "Don't worry, you are. I may only be two years older, but I can tell you are. She loves you and she respects you." He says then he frowns. "Move Hale, stop deflecting me from getting you naked."

With a shake of his head Derek palms his cock and strokes his fingers over the fly of his jeans softly. "Gonna suck me off tonight baby?" He asks as his fingers move to his belt and he unbuckles it slowly. When it's undone though he just pushes his fingers into his jeans and hooks them there, deliberately letting his fingers frame his groin.

"Maybe, maybe not, but you're never gonna fucking know if you don't get naked Derek." Derek can tell he's pushing Stiles and his balls draw up making his cock throb in need as well.

"Oh I'll get naked baby, don't you worry. But I like the anticipation, don't you?" He questions as he begins to slowly pull his belt out from the loops on his jeans, letting it whisper across the denim encasing his hips, one loop at a time.

"No, when it comes to you, I want it all and I want it now. Fuck, now I'm quoting fucking song lyrics." Stiles is disgusted at himself, Derek can tell.

Smiling lightly he answers. "It's okay baby, I'm not laughing at you." He hooks the belt around his neck planning to leave it there until he sees the flare of Stiles' nostrils and the slight widening of his eyes. Narrowing his own eyes Derek looks at him.

Then he carefully pushes his belt through the buckle and draws it taut making sure the buckle is front and centre and the rest of the belt dangles down the centre of his chest, pointing at his still-covered cock.

"Fuck, Derek how do you even know?" Stiles draws in a deep breath and closes his eyes briefly. "Get naked Derek, now." He orders softly and Derek smiles again. His fingers move nimbly but still slow and steady over his jeans, unbuttoning them one button at a time.

"Button fly, you're trying to kill me aren't you?" Stiles asks breathily as he steps up, following Derek's backward trek up the stairs.

"No, where would be the sense in that?" Derek asks him as he unbuttons the last button. Stiles just flat-out moans this time.

"Commando, Derek you can't do that to me!" He exclaims as he stamps his foot like a petulant child.

Derek laughs this time. Then he pushes his jeans down until his cock is exposed. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Stiles swears as he drops the clothes and leaps forward. He falls to his knees at Derek's feet and just opens his mouth on Derek's cock, sucking on him hard and fast.

Pulling back he looked up as his hands continue to stroke and fondle Derek's aroused skin. Then they're at his jeans, peeling them down his thighs and calves even as he swears at them for being so tight. Derek leans on the stair railing, raising one leg at time for Stiles to finish stripping him.

And then he just leans there to hold himself up as Stiles sucks him down again. His fingers are certain this time as he plays with the ladder on his testicles and then push back to finger his perineum and the rings in there too.

Then he pulls back. Stands up. "Don't move a fucking muscle." He says as he steps back. "Not a fucking muscle." He repeats as he gathers Derek's dropped clothes and then runs down the hall. He disappears into his room and then is running back.

Dropping down a couple of stairs he takes up where he left off, mouth enveloping Derek's cock and his fingers pushing over the rings in his perineum. Then Derek realises why Stiles had left. His fingers as they graze over his hole are slick with lube.

"Sneaky, that is such a turn on." He mutters as he risks his balance by letting go of the railing with one hand to drag it through Stiles hair. "You showered." He refuses to allow himself to be disappointed. It was for the best that Stiles showered anyway.

Stopping for a second, Stiles pulled off his cock His lips red and shiny with saliva. "I promised you I would." He says softly.

"That you did, thank you baby." Derek leans down and kisses Stiles softly even as he changes his balance, "Going to put your fingers in me?" He questions quietly as he pulls back.

Stiles breathes out a soft sigh. "That is the plan yeah." He looks up at Derek as he speaks.

"I like that idea." Derek says as he leans back, spreading his hands on the bannister and then pushing his hips toward Stiles he looks down and waits.

"Oh fuck, you're, fuck." Stiles mumbles as his fingers stutter at Derek's hole. He takes a deep breath and then begins to circle his index finger over Derek's entrance.

Letting his head fall back, Derek opens himself to Stiles, both literally and figuratively. Moaning he pushes himself out for Stiles as his index finger slides over his rosebud entrance.

"Oh fuck, Derek." Stiles says softly as he feels Derek open for him. He accepts the invitation and pushes his index finger in slowly. He leans in as he does so and takes Derek's cock in his mouth again making Derek moan.

"Yes Stiles, yes." Derek feels his nerve ending flare as Stiles presses gently inside him. Derek feels himself grasping for Stiles. Wanting, needing more. "More." He says as he grips the bannister so hard he thinks he's going to indent the damn wood.

Stiles leans in again, tongue flicking up and down his cock, then he slips his lips over the head of Derek's cock and sucks a little before pulling back and taking Derek's piercing in his teeth and tugging firmly. "Fuck!" Derek exclaims. His hips thrust forward, seeking the warmth of Stiles mouth.

A soft laugh flutters over the saliva wet skin of his cock and he shudders. "I'm close." He says to Stiles as he forces his eyes open so he can see Stiles looking up at him as he takes him into the haven of his mouth again. His tongue twists through his piercing and pushes inside his slit, just as Derek had done to him.

"Stiles," Derek calls as he explodes into Stiles' mouth. His come erupts in pulsing splashes and Stiles eyes widen for a fraction of a second as he opens his mouth wider to take more of Derek in even as he swallows.

His finger in Derek's backside had somehow actually become two without him even knowing about it and it's only when he moves them in and out that Derek realises he'd been moving them the entire time.

Letting his hips fall back on the bannister Derek risks letting go of it to take Stiles face in his hands and pull him to his feet. He winces as Stiles fingers withdraw leaving him feeling empty. "I can't wait for you to put your cock in me on Sunday." Derek speaks softly as his fingers brush over Stiles' cheekbones before sliding to cup his neck and draw him in for a kiss.

Stiles sighs into his mouth as Derek kisses him, his own arms come up to wind around Derek's shoulders.

After a time he pulls back and then raising his newly pierced eyebrow he sucks two fingers into his mouth, slowly licking them clean. Derek realises with a jerk of his cock that they're the fingers Stiles had pushed inside him when he'd been sucking his cock.

"Am I rubbing off on you Stiles?" He questioned with a raise of his own eyebrow.

Pulling his fingers out with a soft wet plopping sound Stiles grinned cheekily. "Maybe."

Shaking his head Derek lets Stiles go. He steps back and then walks up to the landing at the top of the stairs. Jerks his head. "Let's go."

Laughing Derek pushes off the bannister and follows him up the stairs to his room. He's surprised to see a double bed. The room is large, a desk and chair, the bed and bedside table and plenty of room for books and what not.

"How is your eyebrow going?" He asks as he sits on the side of the bed. He doesn't know if he should be getting dressed or what so decides to stay as is for as long as Stiles does.

Very nearly raising his finger to touch the piercings Stiles flinches when Derek growls at him. "Dude, what are you? Like a wolf or something?" Stiles laughs as he nevertheless stops his hand from touching the piercings. "They're cool actually. Lots of comments at school. This other dude who has one done tried to have a go at me for getting the bars instead of a ring though."

"Yeah? What'd you say?" Derek asked curiously.

"I told him my boyfriend who owned the studio did them and chose the jewellery for me so it enhanced my already hot face and that if he made another comment I'd make sure you never let him in your place again."

"Did I pierce him?" Derek wonders who the hell Stiles is talking about.

"I think you may have, he got it done about six months ago. His name is…" Derek frowned, the name didn't ring a bell.

"No idea, I'm better with faces than names." He watches as Stiles goes to his laptop and pulls something up and brings it back.

"That's him." He points to a surly looking asshat.

"Yeah, I did him, thought he knew everything." Derek murmurs.

"Sounds about right, anyway that you're my boyfriend shut him up fucking quick. He tried to suck up to me after that." Snorting Stiles shut the lap top and put it back on his desk.

Flopping down beside Derek on the bed Stiles looked at him. "Will I see you again before Sunday?" He asked quietly.

"Do you want to?" Derek asked as he turned toward Stiles and ran a hand along his flank before resting it on Stiles' naked hip.

"I do." Stiles hummed as Derek continued to stroke him. "God, I love how you touch me, I can never get enough." He murmurs as he stretches like a cat under Derek's touch.

"Hmm, I love touching you. What about a movie and something to eat on Friday night? Can't be too late, I have a full day at the shop on Saturday." Derek says as he slides his hand around to Stiles' neck and pulls him up for a kiss.

"Mmm, sounds good." They both pause as the landline rings. Stiles gets up and goes into the hall where there's a phone.

"Hello?" There is a pause and then, "Hi Dad, no Derek is still here, we're just making plans for Friday night." Pause, "Yes he'll be gone by the time you get home and I'll be dressed." Derek hears Stiles sigh loudly. "Dad, you know what? I expect the same thing from you when you eventually start banging Peter, I'm eighteen now and I've never been like you're accusing me of, you know that."

Another pause. "Yes, okay I get it. It's the first time we've ever dated anyone at the same time. I think its weird too, especially since they're related." Longer pause, "Yes he did and if you're nice to me I'll share the leftovers with you, but not if you're going to keep picking on me and Derek like you are." A snort this time. "I'd rather get sick eating it all before you get home than share it if you're gonna keep being pissy." Laughter now. "Love you too Dad, bye."

"Is it weird?" Derek asks knowing Stiles will get what he's asking as he comes back in. He stands and picks up his jeans to step into them.

"Not really actually, though I don't know how it's going to be with all of us together on Sunday given we're already having sex and I think they're about to start. How will Cora be?"

Derek shrugs as he takes the t-shirt Stiles hands him. "We'll find out on Sunday I guess." He frowns, "This isn't my shirt." Stiles looks at him innocently.

"Isn't it? Did you even wear one here? I bet you've been naked the whole night without even realising." It's Derek's turn to snort now.

"Yeah, nice try. If you wanted to keep it you could've just said so." He tugs the Beacon Hills High t-shirt over his head without further mention of his missing t-shirt. Stiles t-shirt hugs him in all the right places and is soft on his sensitized skin. "I'm keeping this one in return." He says as he tucks it in and then adjusts himself before he buttons his jeans.

"Will you wear those jeans on Sunday? Commando again? And can you bring your piercings to put in when you've finished working?" Stiles asks him on a rush. Derek looks up to see his whole body flushing again.

"I could do that." He answers simply. Stiles mobile alarm suddenly blares.

"Okay, it's eleven-thirty. I set it in case we fell asleep." Going to his bedside table Stiles picks it up and palms it off.

"Well, I'd better go then…boyfriend." Derek answers with a sly grin.

"Monogamous boyfriend." Stiles corrects and Derek tips his head in acknowledgement. Sitting down again he puts on his socks and boots leaving the laces undone. "God, can I photograph you Derek?" Stiles asks him quietly as he just stands and watches Derek.

"Photograph what?" Derek asks.

"You, when you're hard I mean. I won't take your face or anything, but you're so fucking beautiful." Derek stares at Stiles.

"You want to photograph me when I'm hard for you?" He questions in puzzlement.

Stiles sighs. "Yes, this is one of those times you need to open to me in your head. You are beautiful. If you let me photograph you, maybe at your house in the yard or up in your room one afternoon, I promise I'll make you see it." He straddles Derek's legs and kisses him softly. "I promise Hale, you are beautiful and not just to me."

Derek kisses Stiles back softly before they both pull apart. Stiles to throw on some sweats and Derek to stand and make sure he's presentable enough to get home.

They kiss goodbye at the door. As he drives away Derek sees Stiles standing in the doorway just watching him.