Stiles

After a muttered "your door is the second to last one at the end of the hallway," I walked up to find my bedroom, and dropping my bag down on the floor, collapsed onto the bed. It wasn't that I was physically tired, I really wasn't. But the stress of everything had started to hit me, and I felt exhausted. Which wasn't really saying all that much seeing as the most exercise I got was walking from my bedroom to the fridge, but eh.

I was surprised by how comfy the bed was though, and how neat the room was. I'd been expecting a mattress on the floor in an empty room filled with debris. You know, crack house chic and all that. I hadn't been expecting a four poster bed (old and slightly damaged though it was, but hey beggers can't be choosers) or for there to be a small dark wood bedside table or an old double wardrobe in the corner, though admittedly unburnt, the ivory coloured paint was peeling from it and a jagged half of the mirror was missing.

When I caught sight of myself in the mirror, I recoiled. I looked awful, which isn't really any departure from tradition, but instead of the usual gawky teenager, I looked ill. I had huge shadows under my eyes and my skin had turned a sickly yellow. It reminded me of how mom had looked before…

I shook my head, tears welling up in my eyes. I wouldn't, I couldn't think of mom. Not yet. Still not yet.

Instead, I looked away and went to unpack my stuff, (which was really more of a pitiful collection of the nerdiest stuff ever), before giving up and going on my laptop. Nothing to cure unhappiness like WoW right? But actually, apparently there was a really serious problem with this house.

Running down the stairs, clutching my laptop to my chest, I searched the kitchen frantically before what seemed a den-type thing, and then finally going into the abandoned rooms at the front of the house. Which really did have scream "crack house chic" though I'd never tell Derek that. I liked my internal organs to stay that way, internal.

Derek had his back to me, and was doing pushups. I'd been intending to ask him why the hell he didn't have any wifi, it's the 21st century for gods sake, but any words I'd been about to say had died in my mouth. He was wearing a black tank top and as he pushed up and down I could see the thick muscles in his arms moving. Which really didn't do anything to help my current thought process.

I stared at him, unable to think of anything other than how good he looked. He glistened with sweat, and he was breathing hard as he moved, which made me think he'd probably been doing this for the last few hours. But jesus christ, he looked so good. Suddenly I realised what I was thinking, oh god-.

"What do you want Stiles?" He carried on doing his pushups, and I froze, realising he'd probably known I was hear from the moment I stepped into the doorway. Which meant he knew how long I'd been staring at him. Oh great.

"I um, ahh, well…um, you don't have wifi." he stopped what he was doing and turned to look at me.

"So?" He replied, in an incredulous voice. Which actually, yeah, when he said it in that tone, why had I come rushing down here? The man was a werewolf on the run from the law living in a burnt, abandoned building. Was I really expecting wifi? Well, yeah. But that probably wasn't my smartest move.

Then again, nor had staring at Derek's ass for the last few minutes either. Oh god.

"It doesn't matter." I sighed. "Really. I…um…." Derek had gotten up and was walking towards me. I kept backing up. "Um, yeah, like I um, said it just, um, dude, it's kind of hard to think when you're that close ok?" Derek was literally inches away from me, and my back had just touched the wall. He had an unreadable expression on his face, as always, and I wondered if I was about to get my throat ripped out. Great.

But as I spoke, he stopped.

"Why?" His voice was just as unreadable, but god I could smell him suddenly and he smelt so good. Like a mixture of all the best things and somethings I couldn't name but just knew, you know? And I could feel the heat that radiated off of him, it was like standing next to an open fire. All werewolves seemed to run hot but dear god, he seemed to be burning. And my hormonal teenage body just seemed to really dig that. Which is why suddenly, awkward teenage boner at the worst of possible times.

Rock, hard place, I'm Stiles. Hi.

Suddenly I felt Derek's warm breath on my face, and remembered he'd asked me a question. I met his red eyes, hoping to what ever gods, or deities, that were out there that he wouldn't notice the raging boner that was now there.

"Well you know, the whole ripping my throat out thing, that kind of makes me a little wary you know? Not to mention the glowing red eyes, which may I say look sufficiently terrifying, and have thoroughly succeeded in scaring the living shit out of me." I ran out of breath, and to my utter shock, (and disappointment, not that I would ever admit it), Derek actually stepped back. His eyes were their normal colour again, and the flash of…something…that I had glimpsed in his eyes had gone.

He turned away again, and I realised this was probably my dismissal. I sighed and walked towards the door, half confused and half aroused. Before I left, I glanced back at Derek, and as I walked out realised that he was standing stiffly, facing the opposite wall. Which just seemed weird. But I wasn't going to push my luck, so I went upstairs as quickly as I could, and just as I shut my bedroom door behind me, I caught the smell of Derek again, the earthy scent of his that I had smelt before.

It permeated the whole room, and for some reason it just made me harder than before. I sucked in a deep breath, struggling to walk over to the bed. A few seconds later I heard the front door slam, and a few seconds after that, Derek's car driving off.

I ripped off my pants, knowing there was no one else in the house from my quick check earlier, and jerked myself off, needing to get rid of the tension (and my hard on). When I came this time, it was better than ever before, and I felt the world go white around me as I laid backwards on the bed, Derek's scent all around me.