Stiles woke up at about ten the next morning. He groaned, stretching. When his hand made contact with another man's warm chest, he shrieked, falling off the bed and onto his ass.
Derek sat up quickly, whipping his head around.
"Stiles?"
Stiles got up, a blush creeping onto his freckled face.
"Sorry, Derek" said Stiles, looking down and fidgeting. "I don't usually sleep with anyone, and I got a little freaked out."
Derek smiled understandingly. "That's okay, Stiles. It's about time we got up, anyway," he said, moving across the room to grab Stiles' hand.
He smiled, interlocking their fingers. He let Derek lead him across the room, down the stairs and out into the kitchen. There they found Lydia, frying up some bacon, wearing her pink pyjama pants and a pastel pink singlet, her hair twisted into a messy bun on top of her head.
"Hey, guys. Sleep well?" she asked, winking at Stiles.
Derek rolled his eyes. "Yes, Lydia. Quite soundly, actually," he replied.
"All night, too," added Stiles, eliciting a laugh from Lydia and a half-smirk from Derek.
"That's good," said Lydia, grabbing the hashbrowns out of the oven and reaching to get some bread for the toaster.
"Is Jackson still at Danny's?" asked Derek, brewing some coffee for himself and Stiles. Lydia sipped on her own coffee as she flipped the bacon onto a tray.
"No, he was called into work," Lydia said. "They needed a hand with some stuff early this morning."
Stiles smiled at the thought of Jackson helping Ms McCall out at the hospital. Jackson was in med school, but when he wasn't at college or home, he was helping out the staff at the hospital.
Stiles and Jackson had never gotten along back in high school, and Stiles had received a beating from him more than once. Lydia, though, was Stiles' best friend. Once he'd stopped making advances towards her and finally come out, Lydia and he got along much better and became very close. Scott, being too busy fawning over Allison, hadn't even noticed the absence of the hyperactive teen. So Stiles moved on. He'd only been allowed to sit with Lydia because Scott had dragged him along to double dates between Allison, himself, Jackson and Lydia.
'Thank god for Scott's ignorance,' thought Stiles. 'Otherwise I may not have been friends with Lydia.'
"So what's the plan for today?" Lydia asked, dishing out breakfast.
"I have a feeling papa Stilinski will want to spend some quality time with the fresh meat," said Stiles. "So my house is a no-go."
Lydia chuckled, having experienced Stiles' dad's interrogations. The Sheriff had mistaken Lydia as Stiles' girlfriend. It seems that though Stiles had come out to his friends, his dad hadn't gotten the memo. Hadn't that been awkward to explain? Lydia cringed at the memory.
"Yeah, I'd say that's pretty safe," she said. "I take it he's had the if-you-hurt-him-I-shoot-you talk?"
Derek shook his head, grimacing. "That man is terrifying," he said.
"You don't know the half of it," said Lydia. "Wait 'til you get to the safe sex talk."
Sties and Derek simultaneously choked on their coffees.
"When did he give you that talk?!" Stiles wailed.
"When were you two having sex?!" cried Derek at the same time.
Lydia cracked up, doubling over in laughter.
She composed herself, letting the two boys opposite her calm down.
"Well, Derek, I don't know if Stiles told you, but way back when he was straight, Stiles had a devastatingly cute and simultaneously horrendously pathetic crush on me," began Lydia, smiling fondly. "He used to talk about this 'ten-year plan' to seduce me. Anyway, so he came out to me, we became friends, etcetera, etcetera. Stiles hadn't come out to his dad yet, and he'd talked about loving me for about eight years straight, so when I came over his dad thought we were dating and gave me the safe sex talk."
Stiles looked like he was about to keel over in his seat. Derek, though, looked relieved.
"Good to know," said Stiles in a strangled voice, turning his attention to his half-eaten breakfast.
Later, Stiles and Derek were on the couch watching some terrible reality TV when Stiles turned to Derek.
"Have you heard of the question game?" he asked, looking up at the older man, which was slightly awkward from the position he was in (Derek had his arm wrapped around Stiles).
"No, what is it?" replied Derek, releasing Stiles so they could turn to face each other.
"Well, we've been on two dates, and I've slept in your bed, but I know absolutely nothing about you," said Stiles. "So, I ask you a question. You answer, you reply with a question. Simple enough?"
Derek nodded.
"Okay," Stiles said. He switched off the TV. "So, to begin with. What is your full name?"
Derek snorted. "Really? We're doing that?" at Stiles' attempt at a glare, Derek held up his hands. "Alright, alright. My name is Derek Alexander Hale. Now, what is your favourite colour?"
"Green," replied Stiles, blushing. "Like the colour of your eyes."
Derek found himself turning a bit pink, too.
They went on like this for about an hour, both learning some… interesting information about the other.
At one, Stiles grabbed his stuff from Derek's room. He kissed Derek on the cheek, telling the man to give him a call soon. He hugged Lydia, giving the same instructions.
Stiles arrived home to an embarrassed father and a semi-naked Ms McCall, which was at the very least incredibly awkward.
Stiles averted his eyes, pretending not to see his ex-best-friend's mother putting her bra back on.
"So I take it the date went well, then?" he joked, knowing full well the reaction would be negative.
"Piss off, Stiles," grumbled the Sheriff.
"Right you are, pops," replied Stiles, sprinting into his room. He turned on his laptop, going on Facebook. He had a friend request from Derek, a notification about a party he was going to and a message from Lydia. He accepted Derek's request, then clicked onto Lydia's message.
Hey Stiles, I was thinking of having a party for Jackson this weekend, it being his birthday and all. Thoughts?
Sounds great, as long as Derek's invited, replied Stiles.
Duh, idiot. He lives here. Kind of hard to uninvited a resident, y'know? Stiles laughed. And anyway, you'd sit there like a kicked puppy if he wasn't.
Will Scott be there? Stiles typed.
Not if you don't want him to be, came the answer.
It's fine, don't go to any trouble, he replied.
Nothing short of hauling the moon's shiny ass down here is trouble for me, sweetie.
Stiles grinned. Listen, I have to go. Call me later?
Sure thing.
Stiles logged off and sighed. It was only two.
'What to do?' he thought.
Stiles ended up watching the Doctor Who marathon that was on TV. Matt Smith was just about to try fish fingers and custard when his phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Stiles," answered Scott.
"Um, what's up?" Stiles asked awkwardly. Scott hadn't talked to Stiles since graduation, which had been a good six months ago.
"You're dating Derek Hale is what's up!" Scott said.
"And? What's your fucking problem," replied Stiles, suddenly furious at his old friend.
"My fucking problem is that you're dating a dude! And that the dude happens to be Derek Hale!" yelled Scott.
Stiles was taken aback. "You're angry because I'm GAY? I mean, I knew you were ignorant, but homophobic, too? God, Scott, you're such a catch," shot back Stiles. "And what the fuck is wrong with Derek?"
"I'm angry, Stiles, because Derek is dangerous. I mean, Allison's dad says he's killed people!" yelled Scott.
"You don't know shit, Scott. And I don't trust Allison's dad as far as I can throw him. So don't bother talking to me again, or insulting me, or my boyfriend. Just fuck off, Scott, I don't need you anymore!" Stiles yelled, hanging up. He exhaled deeply.
Lydia? I might need some help to haul the moon's shiny ass down here, Stiles typed, sending the text.
Alright, Stiles, came the reply.
Stiles went to his cupboard and took out his sleeping pills.
'I need to not be alive for a while,' he thought. He took two, lay back in his bed and tuned back into Doctor Who. Within five minutes, he was asleep.
Sorry guys, this sucks so badly. I wanted to get something up. As an apology for being late, I'll try to write something tomorrow.
As always, reviews are appreciated and constructive criticism is welcome. Thanks for reading