Hey guys, sorry it took so long, but I hope the length of it will make up for it! No smut in this chapter, sorry.
When Stiles and Derek finally got out from the comfort of the water surrounding them, Derek wrapped Stiles up in an enormous, soft, white towel.
"Umpfff! Damn, this thing is heavy!" Stiles laughed, taking off the ridiculously fluffy towel and walking to their bedroom stark naked.
Derek watched the astonishing view from the bathroom, only leaving his post, because he could no longer see Stiles' ass waddling its way to their bedroom. He was disappointed when he found that Stiles had already put on some "clean enough" – as Stiles liked to put it – clothes.
"Dude! We need to go shopping! I am OUT of clothes, and I don't feel like doing laundry," Stiles told him, not even ashamed at his laziness. He put emphasis on the word 'out' as if his life depended on it.
"I. Know." Derek responded through his teeth. "I can smell it.
"Oh, sorry…" Stiles quickly bowed his head, not making eye contact with Derek. He fiddled with his feet nervously.
"Fine, we'll go shopping. Be ready in 5 minutes. I'm driving"
"Of course, you are," Stiles said under his breath, rolling his eyes, but slightly excited underneath. Why did Derek always get to drive? 'Because I'm an Alpha'. He sighed. I can't stay mad with that adorable little bastard. He is just too cute. I will have to pinch his cheeks later! And at that, Stiles giggled. Maybe a little too loud for his liking.
Derek had heard his boyfriend's mumblings, rolled his eyes, and started to dress. He knew that he would be waiting for Stiles. He always is. This time would not be any different. He waited another 10 minutes before Sties came clunking down the stairs, almost tripping a couple of times. His feet stumbled to find their place on the rough wood stairs.
Derek grabbed his keys from the hook, and opened the front door, letting Stiles past before he closed it behind himself. Once he was past the threshold, he shut his eyes, letting the sun shine down on his face for a moment, breathing in the fresh air with the deepest breath he could manage.
Stiles was halfway to Derek's Camaro, when Derek started walking toward it. His shoulders were pushed back and his head was held high. He got into the car, revved the engine, and slowly drove up the long dirt path to the highway. Of course, Stiles was trying to play the most obnoxious loud music he had heard in his entire life. Derek reached for the knob to turn down the radio, hands barely getting to their destination before Stiles spoke up.
"Don't be such a sourwolf, hey! Awwwwwww…" Derek turned off the radio, and chuckled at Stiles' reaction.
Stiles pouted, and looked away from Derek, trying to keep up the grudge, knowing that he wouldn't be able to hold it for long. But, when Stiles finally had enough courage to look at Derek, the wolf was fully focused on driving. Stiles just sat there, thinking. He did have an evil plan, and he looked at Derek, and giggled.
"What?" Derek said, a little bit alarmed. He turned quickly to Stiles, then back to the road.
"Oh nothing, inside joke…" Stiles sighed, and turned away so that Derek could not see his efforts to not continue giggling.
They finally got to the Walmart about 30 miles outside of town, and Stiles' legs were starting to get a little sore. He stretched his long legs out, and waited for Derek to lock the car. Derek walked around the car, and took ahold of Stiles' warm hand. Stiles leaned his head on the older man's shoulder just as the automatic doors opened for them, the white lights in the store making Stiles wince just the slightest bit. He ran right to the rack of sweaters that were on sale, Derek walking behind him, practically gliding on the linoleum.
"Hey, Der! Look at this!" Stiles held up a blue cotton sweater. "It's on sale, too!"
Derek walked up to Stiles, took the sweater from his hand, and held it against his boyfriend's chest.
"Hmmmmm, nice color on you…. But, you do realize that it's summer, right?" Derek said, almost in a whisper. The hair on Stiles' neck shot upwards, when Derek's hot breath skimmed the skin there.
Damn, Stiles! If he keeps this up, your evil plan will fall to a million pieces as you watch. Keep cool, you got this. He gave himself a pep-talk. Getting aroused in the middle of Walmart was not his top priority. He tried to shake off the feeling, with a little shaking of his head. It calmed him a little, but he was going to try to stay away from his thoughts a while.
Stiles looked around a bit, pushing through racks, almost tripping over some of them. Derek was forced to catch him once, bringing their faces inches apart.
But, it wasn't just Stiles that was having trouble controlling himself….
Derek just wanted to drag him to the bathroom, and fuck him into the wall. To leave Stiles defenseless, screaming his name. He decided against it. Walmart security would not favor that. He stopped in his tracks, smelling a familiar scent. Wait…. Was that…? No! It couldn't be. In a Walmart of all places! Erica was laughing in the shoes section of the store. Her hand was on Boyd's chest. Woah, woah, woah… are they…. Dating?!
"Uh, Stiles?" Derek was cautiously nudging his boyfriend. He didn't seem alarmed or upset, but Stiles knew Derek. He didn't show on the outside what he was feeling on the inside.
"Ye-," He stopped mid-word to drop his jaw to the floor, when he raised his head to see what Derek was staring at. Obviously, Stiles didn't have that kind of control. Almost all of his emotions showed in his eyes, or covered his face almost like a mask.
"No way!" Stiles practically-yelled. "Boyd and Erica?!" He started jogging towards them, pulling Derek in tow. "What are you guys doing here?! How are you?" Stiles gave them that look. You know. The 'I know what you guys are up to' kind of look.
Derek rolled his eyes at his over-excited boyfriend, the one emotion he knew how to show was being annoyed or broody. Erica looked a little bit flustered, trying to say something, but all that came out was "Uhhhh, uhhhhh… ummmmm…." And she was furiously looking back and forth from Boyd, and the couple standing in front of them.
"Stiles, Derek," Boyd regarded them softly. Boyd didn't speak much. But when he did, he didn't say much about his personality. Nobody knew a lot about him, and it made Stiles' head spin. He was curious all the time. He was what they call information-thirsty.
"Yeah, um… fancy seeing you here…." Erica giggled nervously, rubbing the back of her neck. "So, uhhh…. Bye!" She said tugging Boyd out of the store, dropping all of the merchandise that was in her shaking arms. They practically ran.
"What just happened?" Stiles questioned, staring at the pile of short skirts, and shoe boxes. But, he finally turned his head toward Derek. Stiles was baffled. Little did Erica ever leave behind a chance at someone else buying her heels, or clothes, or anything for that matter.
"I don't know, but I'm pretty sure we don't want to know…" That was the last they spoke of the subject.
They continued shopping, laughing, and kissing. People were staring at them the entire time, but they wasn't paying attention enough to notice. Once they were done, they raced each other to the check-out line. Stiles tried shoving Derek to help his cause, but it only made him run faster. Derek won, of course… despite the fact that he was holding all the clothes that Stiles was buying. He placed the pile on the conveyer belt, hearing the clanging of the thin, plastic hangers.
"Did you find everything you were looking for?" The cashier asked, taking the hanger of one of the sweaters, and then looking up. He had, pale skin, and dimples. He was average height, a ginger at that, and had a skinny body like a twig. He eyed over the man in front of him, his pupils dilating just slightly.
"Yeah." Derek said, no emotion plastering his face.
Stiles slowly walked over to his boyfriend, seeing the cashier eye over his man. He slung an arm around Derek's waist. He threw his free hand up in defeat.
"You got me, Der. But next time, don't expect me to go so easy on you." He pointed his index finger at Derek, panting a little.
The cashier finished ringing up the clothes, and gave Stiles a price. Stiles handed over the correct amount with a sigh. He noticed the cashier had kept looking in Derek's direction, trying – but failing – to be subtle. The cashier printed his receipt, wrote something on it, and handed it to Derek; along with the grey-colored bag, swaying it in front of his face.
"That is my number. If you wanna hook-up sometime, call me." The receipt told Derek that the cashier's name was Will.
"Hey, that's my boyfriend you are talkin' to!" Stiles went off, he didn't know who this guy thought he was. He took his arm away from Derek's back to place his hands on his hips.
"Dude, calm down." Derek said calmly.
"Fine," Stiles said, anger twitching his tone. Stiles had an idea, a good one – for once. "Hey, Der Der. Can we get some more of that mint lube? I thought of a different place we could put it…." His voice dropped a half an octave, but he kept his voice loud enough so that Will could hear it. He put one hand on Derek's chest, the other pulled Derek's face down so that he could kiss him.
"I think that can be arranged." Derek spoke, breaking the kiss. Will's eyes widened, gaping at the couple as they walked away. Derek wrapped his arm around Stiles' shoulders, pulling him close to whisper in his ear.
"I would never betray you, cheat on you. I love you too much for that… You know that right?" Stiles nodded, and Derek continued. "I mean, besides he is hardly my type. I don't go for gingers." He giggled, and Stiles giggled with him.
They walked to the Camaro – practically skipping – Derek with the bag in his hand, and Stiles without a care in the world. Derek stepped in front of Stiles suddenly, and opened the passenger door quickly so that he could hop inside.
"So gentleman-ly," Stiles said smiling widely.
"Oh, shut up, Stiles…" Derek said sarcastically, not wanting to admit the smile on his face, but his voice gave it away. He walked around the car to his side with his head down, hiding his face that was ridden with happiness. Stiles did not need to be cockier than he already is.
He got in, turning the key in its slot, and revved the engine. The power of the car shook them just slightly. They pulled onto the highway without a sound. Stiles looked out the window, occasionally looking over at Derek. He tried to look casually, so that Derek would suspect anyhting.
He was completely immersed into driving, that he hadn't even noticed that Stiles was looking at him.
We can't have that now can we? Stiles smirked at himself. Now this is where my evil plan comes in...
All I can think of is Stiles tapping his fingers together evily. But, obviously you can tell something is going to happen in the next chapter. I will be juicy, and fiery, so I hope it will make up for the lack of smut in this chapter! I am also going to take prompts if you guys want to send them in for chapters 6 and ongoing! I will do my best to recreate almost anything you have in mind!