Burning heat seared through him as he felt teeth and lips skim over his neck and moving down south. His scent and presence was so overpowering it drove Stiles crazy with the desire to reach out and taste. Stiles thought he would explode from the feeling of calloused hands dragging down his body as he moaned and neatly arched his back off of the bed. Stiles' hands clutched desperately at jet-black hair.

"Please" he gasped as he writhed on the bed tossing his head back and forth moaning.

All Stiles got in response was a dark low chuckle and received harsh bite to the inside of his thigh, which just made him scream all over again.

"Patience Stiles" said Derek with a predatory look in his eyes as he slowly began to climb on top of Stiles.

Stiles woke up gasping with sweat dripping from his forehead inside his bed. Groaning, he looked down at his lap and saw the mess that he had made. Stiles shook his head feeling guilt consume him from the fact that he had a wet dream about Derek. He had only run into the guy a few times, however with each encounter he began to see Derek in a new light.

Beneath that entire surly exterior laid a brave and caring man. Chuckling to himself he would probably compare Derek to a burnt marshmallow. It didn't appear sweet on the outside, but after peeling off the layers you would find the sweet inside. Hell that man could match him in wit and sarcasm. Stiles knew that he was beginning to fall for Derek. Not to say he hadn't had a few flings here and there, but he would compare his feelings to a LYDIA feeling.

A Lydia feeling made him feel like he was back in high school falling all over himself just to please a girl who would never notices him. He even came up with a 10-year plan to woo her. Stiles thought it was working in sophomore year but then she got with Jackass Whitemore, oops he meant Jackson Whitemore. After that, Lydia and Jackson became off and on lovers and to Jackson's displeasure Lydia and Stiles became good friends after a math debate. Stiles always knew the strawberry goddess was a genius but it was in sophomore year he became less and less obsessed. Hell it was Lydia who made the observation about his sexuality and made him come to terms with it.

Scrubbing his face with his hands Stiles gave one last look at his pants and got up to go wash his underwear and sheets. After going down to the community laundry room, avoiding the eyes of everyone he passed, he showered and dressed in his. Stiles went back to his room when he was struck with the thought that Derek had told him to text him so they could study together.

Stiles was so nervous on what to text him he went through different scenarios of what he thought could happen. 1. Derek would say this was all a joke and harshly reject him. 2. Derek would say he was busy and couldn't study together today. Or 3. Derek gave him the number to the "Rejection Hotline" or "Loser Line" because although he said he received Stiles' text Stiles never physically seen the actual text.

"Alright Stilinski! Time to man up and grow some balls" said Stiles as he pulled out his cell to text Derek. Stiles' thumb hovered over the first letter, and then Stiles threw down the phone yelling "I CAN'T DO IT!" After 25 gruesome minutes of debating with himself Stiles was proud of the eloquent text that read, "Sup dude!"

Hitting send Stiles stared at the phone for 5 minutes with sweating palms and a hammering heart. Luckily, Stiles saw that the message turned blue so he knew that Derek the number had gave Stiles was an IPhone number. Thoughts such as "Oh my god! I did it!" "What will his reply be" "Please don't be bad" to "How the hell are they humping so loud I can actually hear it two rooms away! Please let Derek answer me so I can leave" were going through his head. Finally, he had to walk away from the phone to use the bathroom and to lower the mini heart attack in his chest. Walking back to his phone Stiles took a deep breath and unlocked his phone.

Feeling his heart drop, Stiles saw that Derek had read his message 8 minutes ago and had yet to respond. He needed to go get some comfort food he should have known that he never had a chance with someone who looked like Derek. Tears began welling up in his eyes but he choked it down as feelings of pity began to turn into anger.

"Fine it's not like I needed him anyway!" stated Stiles angrily as he searched around his room to gather his stuff for the library.

"I will make this Chemistry test my personal bitch!"

Stiles was struggling stuffing everything he needed into his backpack he had a bad habit of over packing. Throwing his backpack over his shoulder he called out to Scott telling him that he was leaving to go study. The only response that he received to his statement was the sound of a headboard thumping against the wall. Rolling his eyes, he was just about to reach for the door when his phone sounded off.

Grabbing his phone out of his hoodie pocket. Stiles saw that he had a message from Derek. He felt like his heart drumming in his chest as he decided to look at the message. Please don't be rejection!

"Hello. Sorry I was busy just got done with my morning jogging and took a shower. You still want to go to the library to study? If so, I'll meet you there in 10 mins"

Flailing, Stiles clumsily while almost dropping his phone replied.

"Hell yeah dude let make this our bitch together! :D"

Rushing out the door, he yelled goodbye to the sound of the headboard thumping against the wall.

First time attempt at smut let me know how I can improve! Next time The Hunger Games: Library Edition featuring Derek & Stiles.