I entered my house to the sound of laughter. It was the sound of two different voices, my dad being one and the other I couldn't make out.
I headed towards the living room where the noise was coming from. I peeked around the corner to find my father sitting on the couch looking through our old family photo books with a boy who looked to be around my age. Both of them pointing and chuckling at one of the pictures in amusement. The boy's face looked somewhat familiar but I couldn't remember where I had seen him before.
I cleared my throat, breaking up their moment. They both looked up at the sound and noticed I was in the room.
"I'm home." I announced setting down my book bag on a nearby chair.
"Hey Stiles." The stranger greeted me with a friendly smile.
"Hey, you?" I replied unsure what to call him.
"Stiles, you remember Charlie. He used to live down the street when you were kids." My dad informed me with a smile on his face.
I looked the boy over. The Charlie I used to know had a freckled face, a big silly smile and strawberry blonde hair and was a complete nerd.
This guy was the opposite. His had a nice clear completion, any freckles that he once had were now blended into his natural coloring. His once silly smile was big, bright and full of confidence and his hair was more of a dirty blonde color with just a hint of red highlights. He looked more like a cool kid than the geeky boy I used to know and relate too.
"Oh right, Charlie. Hey man, long time, no see."
"Charlie just moved back in town. He is starting school at Beacon Hills tomorrow. His parents are out of town for the weekend so I invited him to have dinner with us." My dad announced.
"Dinner, but you don't cook." I said eying my father strangely.
We haven't had a family dinner since my mom passed away. I either went over to Scott's for dinner or made a frozen tv dinner for my meal. That's the way it's always been for some time now.
"I order Chinese." My dad answered.
"Ah cool." I replied no sure what else to say.
"We can catch up on all that we missed." Charlie voiced happily.
"Oh great." I said half-heartedly.
I wasn't really in the mood to catch up. I had a long day of school, work and Derek. I was exhausted. Also, I didn't have much about my life that I could reveal to my old time friend, being that my best friend was a werewolf and that we fought creatures of all kinds of daily basics. It wasn't really dinner talk conversation.
I ate my food in silence as my dad and Charlie continued their laugh fest down memory lane at the dinner table, making me feel like an outsider.
"Remember when Stiles almost caught the house on fire trying to make s'mores?" Charlie asked through his snickers.
"Oh yeah, the kitchen smelt like burnt sugar for a whole week. How about the time he made his own slide using baby oil and garbage bags?" My dad joined in.
"Oh god, that was an awful idea. He had the scuff marks to prove it." Charlie voiced, busting out in laughter.
"Fun times." I stated sarcastically, wishing I was anywhere else but there in that very moment.
Kill me, kill me now.
"How do you come up with all of these crazy ideas Stiles?" Charlie asked in amazement.
"I don't know, I guess I'm just special that way." I retorted back, taking a bite of my broccoli.
"So Charlie, what is new with you? What have you been up to all these years?" My father asked intrigued.
"Well, I've been busy with school and volunteer work with the homeless." He announced before taking a sip of his lemonade.
"The homeless, that's great. I wish Stiles was as proactive as you."
I rolled eyes at my father's fascination with my childhood friend, and toss some lo mein noodles around on my plate.
"I was actually considering joining the force one day. I love helping out the community and respect all you guys do."
What a suck up!
"That would be great. I always wanted Stiles to consider joining but he doesn't have the passion for it…in fact, he doesn't really have the passion for anything." My dad claimed.
"Geez, thanks Dad. Well on that note I'm going to bed. The big school game is tomorrow. Maybe you would know that if you actually came to one of my games." I snapped as I picked up my plate, clearing my side of the table.
He gave me a warning look as if to not over cross my boundaries with him but quickly brought his attention back to Charlie.
"Oh really? I'm joining the team so we will be team mates." Charlies said cutting the tension in the room.
"Great, night." I said as I walked down the hall.
"You play sports too?" My dad asked in amazement.
"Yeah."
"Maybe you can teach Stiles a thing or two." I heard him say as I made my way up the stairs to my bedroom.
"Who's Charlie?" Scott asked as we warmed up on the field before the big game.
"The son my dad never had and always wanted." I voiced annoyed as I grab my helmet off the bench.
"But he has you?" Scott replied confused.
"Exactly!" I said in frustration, gesture with my free hand.
Scott put on his helmet and grabbed his stick as I continued to vent.
"I used to know the guy as a kid. He gets straight A's and is respectful and apparently is good at everything!" I shouted as I watched Charlie score a goal at practice.
"Uh Stiles, are you okay?" Scott asked sensing my tension.
"Yeah, just peachy."
"Woah, look at the arm on that kid." Coach voiced in amazement.
"Yup, I see it." I voiced annoyed holding my helmet a little tighter than necessary.
"Stilinski, your next. Try not to screw it up. In fact, maybe pass the ball to Charlie or Scott or anyone else for that matter."
"I got it Coach, I won't let you down." I said putting on my helmet and giving him the thumbs up.
"Oh crap, we're going to lose." Coach said lacking confidence.
I looked up in the stands to see my dad. He hadn't come to any of my games in ten years. But there he was still in uniform, chatting it up with Scott's mom.
"He never comes to any of my games and all of a sudden Charlie's here and my dad comes to cheer him on."
"Maybe he came to see you?" Scott suggested.
"I doubt it."
"Hey Charlie!" My dad called out, waving to him.
"Hey Mr. Stilinski!" Charlie greeted back.
I grabbed my stick off the bench, meaning business.
"Scott, pass me the ball."
"What?"
"Just pass me the ball, I got this man."
"Okay." Scott voiced a bit unsure.
At the sound of the whistle, the ball was tossed. I lunged forward and caught the ball in my net. I could hear the crowd cheer me on as I made my way across the field. I was dodging people left and right.
"He caught the ball? He caught the ball!" Go Stilinski, go! Run like you never ran before!" Coach yelled out animated.
I slowed down and turned to the crowd to see my dad cheering me on. I was on a high like no other. This was the first time I actually caught the ball and made it this far down the field and my dad was there to see it. I was silently celebrating inside.
"Stilinski what are you doing? Don't stop, Move your ass!" Coached yelled reminding me a game was still at play.
"Oh shit." I voiced seeing the other players right on my tail.
I proceeded to move forward towards the goal only to slam right into a defender of the other team, causing me to fall on the ground. It felt like I hit concrete.
"Ewe, that's gonna leave a mark." Coach voiced from the sidelines.
"AH, FUCK!" I yelled out in pain, grabbing a hold of my hurt leg and rolling around on the ground in pain.
"You okay man?" Scott asked rushing to my side.
Derek came onto the field right beside Scott. I didn't even realize Derek was at the game till that moment.
"Im dying, I think Im dying." I whimpered in pain.
"You're not dying." Derek declared examing my leg and pressing down on certain parts.
"Ah, careful!" I shouted feeling pain from his touch.
"Nothing is broken, He's fine. It's likely just a sprain." Derek claimed easing Scott's worry.
"Sure, I'm just in agonizing pain!" I vented.
"Move, move, out of the way people!" Coached voiced moving through the swarm of teammates, guest and parents to get to me.
"Hey coach, I caught the ball." I said through my pain with sweat running down on my forehead.
"He's fine folks, nothing to see here. Walk it off Stilinski, walk it off." Coach said, noticing a crowd was forming over my fallen form.
Scott and Derek helped me up, letting me support my weight on their shoulders.
My dad headed over to me after answering his work radio.
"Nice try son but you should leave the shooting to the professional. I have to get back to work." He said patting my shoulder as a weak sign of affection.
"Nice shot Charlie!" My father called out before heading over to his police car.
"Thanks Mr. Stilinski!"
'You took quite a hit there Stiles, you alright?" Charlie asked.
"Yeah, just great." I said sarcastically trying to walk away with the help of Scott and Derek.
Every couple of steps I felt a sharp pain run down my leg causing me to whimper and halt my moments.
"Ah, wait, wait." I whined in ache, stopping in my tracks, trying to rest.
"This will take forever this way." Derek sighed annoyed.
"Do you have any better ideas?" Scott asked.
In two seconds flat Derek scooped me up in his arms like it was nothing.
"Oh my god! Warn me before you do something like that." I voiced caught off guard, gripping his shoulder.
"I got to go Stiles, my mom is waiting for me. Feel better man." Scott said before jogging over to his mom on the sidelines.
With every step Derek took across the field, I felt more and more curious eyes landing on us, on me. It was making me feel like a complete useless weirdo.
"This is embarrassing; you don't have to carry me." I stated, noticing all the eyes in our direction.
"Oh, I'm sorry, would you rather walk? Oh, that's right, you cant." Derek snapped.
"Good point." I replied, wrapping my arms around his neck as he walked me off the field.
I wouldn't admit it to Derek but I very much like him taking control of the situation and taking care of me. I laid my head on his broad shoulder, inhaled his manly scent, feeling myself calm down almost immediately in his secure hold.
Derek managed to carry me up the stairs. I couldn't believe his strength. He set me down in the bathroom and began to remove my dirty, sweaty sportswear. I stop him swatting his hands away.
"I can undress myself Derek, I'm not completely useless. I can do this." I voiced frustrated, bending slightly to remove my shorts, only to felt a sharp pain hit me.
"Ah, I'm hating this, I'm HATING this!" I stressed, leaning forward, placing my hands on the bathroom countertop trying to get some much needed support.
I looked over at Derek to see that DAMN smug look on his face.
"Okay, I lied. I need your help."
"You think?" He replied amused, enjoying the power he now held.
God I really hate him sometimes.
Derek's big, warm hands grazed the sides of my hips teasingly as he brought my shorts down my waist, sending shivers down my body. I stared into his deep blue orbs as he raised my shirt over my head, taking it off. I stood their naked, cold and slightly turned on.
My eyes were glued to Derek's as he slowly took his jacket off, followed by his now dirty white shirt, thanks to me. I gulped at the intensity of it all. His facial expression was blank but his eyes showed so much more. They always seemed to find a way to draw me in.
Derek ignored the sexual tension in the room and turned on the water. I watched as he ran his fingers underneath the liquid, making sure it was at the right temperature. It was incredibility hot watching him put so much effort and time in taking care of me.
Once the tub was filled with warm water, Derek made his way back to me and helped me slide into it. I gave him an awkward thanks and he left the bathroom to give me some privacy. It was all very innocent.
After I spent a good ten to fifteen minutes in the bath, I was ready to get out and head to bed. As soon as I called out to Derek, he was there in a flash, as if he was just waiting outside the bathroom door.
He helped me out the tub, lightly dried me and then wrapped the towel around my waist as he carried me to my bed. It would have been quite romantic if it wasn't for the incredible pain I felt in my leg.
I lay in bed with only a towel on as Derek took a seat across from me in my computer chair. He said he would stay till I fell asleep in case I needed anything.
I closed my eyes and tried to sleep but I couldn't. I kept tossing and turning and whimpering every time I had to move, uncomfortable. It didn't help matters that I was slightly turned on and I kept picturing Derek's intense stares on me in his bare chested form.
"This sucks, I can't sleep. I would do anything to ease this pain." I voiced frustrated, laying on my back.
"Anything?" Derek asked intrigued.
"Yeah, ANYTHING." I stressed.
"I know something that can help." He said with a sexy smirk on his lips.
"Wh-What?" I asked feeling my body heat up under his stares.
"Pleasure helps you forget your pain." Derek said huskily, as he slowly walked over to me.
"In case you haven't notice Derek. I can't actually move. I'm not really in shape for such an act." I replied, feeling my dick get hard against my protest.
"You don't have to move, not for what I have in mind."
"Oh my god." I panted, feeling my dick grow fully.
My towel did very little to conceal my now aroused dick, a tent had now formed. Derek noticed, his smirk grew and his eyes glowed with intensity. He brought a finger down and grazed my cloth covered dick.
"Oh fuck." I moaned at his touch.
"How does it feel?" He asked as he gripped my dick through the towel giving it a squeeze.
My head hit my pillow in pleasure.
"Good, it feels good." I gasped.
"I want to feel you in me." I stated full of desire.
"You sure?"
"Yes."
Full of longing I watched as Derek undid his zipper and slipped out of his pants and boxers, standing in front of me fully exposed. He was beautiful and completely aroused as well.
"This might hurt a little." He warned as he slide into the bed next to me.
"It's okay."
Derek turned me to my side, facing away from him with my back to his chest. I winced in pain from the movement and held my breath. He entered me from our spooning position. I let out the breath I had been holding and moaned, feeling whole again.
"Oh Derek." I moaned gripping my covers in pleasure.
Fuck, he was right. My pain subsided and I soon felt nothing but pleasure. I melted under his touch.
I could hear Derek groan next to my ear as he thrusted in and out of me. He placed his hand on top of mine, which was gripping the comforter.
The feel of his dick buried deep inside me, the feel of his hard chest fleshed against my back, his hand on mine holding me securely, his hot breath on my neck, and the sounds of want and pleasure escaping his lips made me feel so warm inside and out .
"Uh, I'm-I'm cumming!" I groaned out loud feeling my end overtake me.
Derek picked up speed and let out a guttural growl soon after.
I turned back around to face him. My eyes met his. He didn't say anything and I didn't either. We didn't have to. I leaned forward to kiss him. A small smile came over his lips and he leaned down to meet me half way. Just as our lips brushed up against each other, I was hit with pain.
"Owe, fucking leg." I voiced in frustration.
Derek let out a small chuckled and pressed his lips against mine. I ran my hands through his hair, as we kissed.
He parted from my lips and met my eyes again.
"Ready for more?"