Author's note: Ok, I just want to say that this chapter will have spoilers for 3x17, because COME ON! Have you seen villain Stiles? He's fucking hot! I had to watch that part of the episode like 3859t94 times! I just have too many feels inside me right now! Ok? Ok. I'm gonna stop now, hope you like the chapter.
"Okay, that's enough! What's wrong?" Stiles asks with his hands in the air.
"Nothing." Derek answers, moving his eyes from the boy to the window.
"Nothing? Then why the hell are you in such a bad mood? You were fine when we were watching Supernatural!" The boy is almost screaming right now.
"Lower your voice Stiles. Remember who you're talking to." The wolf says with a neutral tone, not letting him know if he was upset or not.
"I know who I'm talking to, alright? A fucking bipolar werewolf, that's who I'm talking to." He whispers, while he starts the car and drives towards his house.
The sourwolf stares at Stiles and after a few moments he says "So, Danny has a hot body, wouldn't you say?" Derek asks with a tone that, if the boy didn't know better, he'd say it was full of jealousy.
Stiles eyes widen and he blushes while he stares to the road, remembering the way he looked at Danny back in his house. He sees someone on the side of the road. He tries to see who that is, because it's already dark, but when he looks harder the person seems to just vanish up on smoke. He shakes his head, thinking it is his mind playing tricks on him, no one's there.
Derek looks at him. "What?" He asks roughly.
"Nothing, I just thought I saw someone there, but it's nothing." Stiles mumbles, while frowning.
The wolf looks out the windshield to see if anyone's there, he doesn't sees anyone either. "There's no one out there, I would know if anyone was." He says, because he senses that the kid thinks someone really is out there.
"I know." Stiles whispers and then looks straight to the road.
"Wait, were you just trying to escape the conversation?" Derek asks while turning his gaze to Stiles.
"What? Oh…" Stiles remembers what they were talking about moments before and blushes again. "I'm certainly certain that I'm NOT talking to you about that ok?"
"Whatever." And with this they keep quiet the entire drive back.
Stiles parks the car in his driveway and gets out. Derek leaves too. The wolf goes directly to his car, so Stiles just says "Good night to you too." in a really low voice and turns to his house. He hears a noise right behind him so he turns to see Derek just a few inches from him.
"What are you doing?" Stiles mumbles after a few seconds staring at his red eyes.
Derek pushes Stiles into a wall with his hands on his throat, cutting the few inches between them. Their bodies are touching now. "You should know better Stiles. Calling a werewolf Alpha 'fucking bipolar werewolf' is not very smart of you." He states in a low voice, staring directly at the boy's eyes.
Stiles is surprised by the situation, but mostly about how he's not scared (well, maybe just a little), but indeed aroused by Derek. What?! he internally screams at his thoughts.
He feels the blood going to his lower parts and starts to panic. If Derek feels it, he may as well be dead. But there's no way he can escape from the wolf, is there? He tries to push Derek off of him, and tries to keep his hips away from him at the same time.
"Do you really think…" The werewolf stops talking abruptly. His eyes widen, while he's staring at Stiles.
The only thing that goes through Stiles mind right now is 'Please, PLEASE, tell me he stopped talking because he heard another person near us, or because there's someone in danger, or because he sniffed nuclear bombs in this town! I don't care, just PLEASE tell me he did not f…' his hopes are crushed when Derek's eyes move to look down, exactly to the only place he doesn't want his eyes to look at.
Stiles bumps his head in the wall and looks to the sky, saying his prayers because he knows that he's totally going to die.
Derek moves his left hand up from Stiles neck to his face, passing his fingers through the boy's face, from his check to his neck, soft and slowly. The wolf's eyes taking in every single detail that he could. He is not thinking about what he's doing, he's in some sort of trance.
Stiles moves his gaze from the sky to the man in front of him in the moment he feels Derek's fingers in his face. When the wolf leans his face closer, the boy inhales deeply, his eyes widen and his heartbeat gets even higher, what he didn't thought it could be possible.
When Derek hears Stiles heartbeat speed up, he gets out of the trance and realizes what he's doing. He rapidly takes his hand from the boy's face and puts back the inches that were between them. His eyes never leaving Stiles gaze.
"What…" Stiles starts talking, but then he stops and tries to think of something to say.
"I should go." Derek says, he turns and this time he actually goes.
Derek gets in his car and drives back to his house. "Why have I done that? We were having such a nice time in this last couple of days. I had to screw it all up. I'm so stupid." He tells himself. He decides that he wants to go for a run in the woods to clear his mind instead of going back to the house, so he goes after leaving the car in the house.
While he's running he has time to think about everything. But all his thoughts are contradictory. He was hard when I pushed him into the wall. But a voice inside his head's always telling him that Stiles wasn't aroused by him. That would be impossible. But he didn't push me back. And the voice would just say that Derek didn't give him enough time to know what was happening. If he did, he would have pushed him away.
And it continued until Derek was too tired to think, then he just went back home, almost two hours have passed.
When he arrives at the burned house, he abruptly stops and gets tense when he sees the blue jeep parked right beside his black Camaro. Am I so tired that I couldn't smell him? He thinks to himself.
Then he looks to his doorstep and there's Stiles, sitting in front of his door. He looks up when Derek reaches him. He has been looking at his hands. It must be a nervous tick. "What are you doing here?"
"Have you been running this whole time?" The boy asks, astonished by the fact, and asking because Derek is all sweaty.
"Yes." He replies roughly, with a serious expression, not letting him know what he's really feeling.
"Okay, let's go to the point then. What was that back in my house?" Stiles gets up and looks directly into the wolf's eyes.
Derek just stares at Stiles. He doesn't know what to say, and he's nervous. So he stays still so the boy won't realize it.
"You're not talking huh? Fine, I'll talk. You were all weird since we left the house. And I think that you were jealous of Danny. Of Danny! And then, back at my house you didn't kill me when you noticed of you know what. Instead you caress my face. And the look on your face was NOT of anger at all."
Surprisingly, Derek looks away from him, he stares at the ground like he's hoping that a hole will open and swallow him right there.
"Just say something Derek! Dammit! Or you like me, or you don't. It's not very hard to say those words, either of them." Stiles screams but his voice softens at the end.
Derek's gaze turns to Stiles immediately. He's eyes flash red but the boy in front of him doesn't moves an inch, like he hoped he would.
"You're not scaring me away Derek!" Stiles gets angry at the reaction the wolf had. "You talk to me Derek, right now! I deserve an answer."
He knows. But it is impossible for him to like me back.
He just wants to know so he'll make fun of you.
No! He's not like that. He wouldn't make fun of someone because of their feelings.
He would, if they are your feelings.
The internal conversation stops when something happens.
Derek is still saying nothing so Stiles goes to his plan B. This will get him the answer or get him killed.
He just grabs the werewolf's face and kisses him.
When their lips touch, Derek didn't move, he's in shock. But in just a second he starts kissing back. He pushes Stiles into the wall, but this time is not to threaten him, not at all.
Stiles brain stops functioning. He's kissing be back! Is all that he can think about.
While the kiss deepens and hands are all over, the werewolf stops thinking too and just goes with the moment. After a few seconds Derek pulls back, with his hands on Stiles hips. "Wait, do you want this?" He asks while tightening his hands.
Stiles just smiles and kisses him again. "Trust me, I want this." He whispers against Derek's lips. The last one moans when they start kissing again and this time they go inside. They somehow find their way to Derek's room without separating their bodies.