AN- Hello, beautiful people! This chapter is just pure tooth-rotting fluff. Sorry, no smut- no matter how much Derek wants it. But, come on, it's sloth. Did you really expect anything else?
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Sloth.
Derek always loved him and Stiles' early morning conversations. When Stiles was half-asleep and therefore way too exhausted to hide any of his true feelings. It was 4 AM on a Tuesday when Stiles first told Derek he loved him. Of course, he didn't remember it by the time he was actually awake, but Derek did. He even marked it on his calendar.
It had been late at night when Stiles confessed to Derek that he had already thought about their future, them getting married, and them having kids, the whole package. So what if drool was coming out of his mouth when he said it and he was face down on a pillow? It was still a totally romantic moment.
But right now, all he wanted was for Stiles to get up. It was already noon but the teen refused to get out of bed, wrapping his legs around Derek so that he couldn't move either.
"Stiles, come on. We've been lying here just chatting for way too many hours. You aren't even forming actual words anymore. I think you're just sleeping."
"Uhhh," the younger man groaned into his pillow. "Don't be such a Sourwolf. You love it when we talk; I'm doing this for you."
"Then do this for me- Get up!" Derek growled and gently shoved the boy. "We've been talking forever. We need to get up. You have plans with Scott, remember?" Derek hates it when Stiles hangs out with Scott- Derek hates it when Stiles hangs out with anyone other than himself- but this is his last resort. If Stiles doesn't get up, then Derek won't be able to get up. And if Derek won't be able to get up, then he won't be able to go and take a cold shower to get rid of the uninvited visitor that showed up when Stiles started mumbling about how much he loved their sex.
"Come on, Derek, it's a Saturday," Stiles complained, trying desperately to go back to sleep. "You're the one who begged me to come over last night. If I wasn't here, I would probably sleep the whole day."
"I'm sure you'll do that anyway," Derek muttered.
"Ugh!" Stiles groaned. "Stop…talking." With almost inhuman strength, he reached over and pulled the grumpy wolf to him, effectively shutting him up with a kiss. Once he has the man all flustered- he absolutely loved that he has that effect on him- he spoke. "I already called Scott and canceled."
"Why?" Derek finally managed, trying to subtly snuggle up to his lover.
"Because I know how grumpy you get when I am in a ten-mile radius of anybody but you," Stiles answered. "Also, I wanted to spend the day with you. In bed. Doing nothing but enjoying each other."
Derek had finally given up, spooning Stiles and wrapping his arms around his skinny waist. "That's nice," he murmurs, taking in the scent that can only be labeled as Stiles. Like clean linens mixed with some kind of fruity fragrance. Whatever it was, it smelled- and tasted- delicious.
"Don't sound so surprised," Stiles replied. "And please stay put; you're making the bed cold."
"I can make you warmer," Derek whispered, latching his lips onto Stiles' neck. He could feel the boy shiver.
But when Derek started undressing him, Stiles stopped him. "No. No sex."
Derek tilted his head, adorably confused. "But isn't that what you meant by spending the day with me?"
"Bonding."
"In bed?"
"Cuddling."
"Enjoying each other?!"
"God, Derek, each other's company, not each other's bodies." He rolled his eyes at his always horny boyfriend.
"But, I like your body," Derek whined, still trying to seduce him.
"And I am very happy to hear that. But I am way too exhausted for sex. And don't even try the 'I'll go slow' thing- you never go slow. We're more of fuck buddies than we are lovers," Stiles grumbled.
"Can we not right now?" Derek rolled his eyes at the dramatics. Whenever he tried to go any slower than fucking the teen's brains out, all he heard was 'Faster, faster, Derek. You are so slow; I am dying here, FASTER!' Repeatedly. "Enjoying each other, remember?"
"Yeah, yeah. So, can we enjoy each other without you dry humping like a dog in heat? Oh, my God, is that it? Are you in heat? Like, constantly? Because, you are always horny. I mean, it cannot be healthy. Do werewolves go into heat?"
Now, it's Derek's turn to shut his significant other up with his lips. "Stiles-"
"Yeah, I know. Shut up," Stiles finished for him, gently kissing his wolf. "Goodnight, honey." Derek scowled at his teasing tone.
"It's noon!" He pointed out incredulously. But he just sighed and placed his scratchy chin on the younger boy's shoulder and closed his eyes.
He knew exactly what his dreams would be about- were they really ever about anything else?
And he still had his goddamn boner.