Chapter 7
Derek POV
"O-o-o-o-o-okay. Lamborghini mercy. Your b*tch she so thirty. In that two seat Lambo witchyo girl she tryna jerk me," echoes from my phone.
Weird, the text's from Stiles. He texted me after he left telling me he filled up my tank, (in other words he took my car so I wouldn't go anywhere.) Other than that though, I haven't heard from him in a while.
Hey Derek sorry but um r u busy I really don't want to bother you
Nah what's up is something wrong
Well I need your help
Stiles, what did you get into
A few moments pass before I receive the next text.
I'm sorry Derek I don't want you to worry I'll probably be fine
No Stiles right now what happened
School, alley behind old building
You stole my car dumbass I'll run I'm coming for you Stiles
I spend the remainder of my energy running, even though pain courses through my veins, my need to repay Stiles drives me harder. At least I think that's why I feel like I need to save the witty teenager with a carefree smile and pale, lean body. Focus Derek.
When I get there, at first all I see is a shoe. He's passed out behind a pile of boxes. Oh God what did he do. I run over to him and place my hand on his shoulder. I notice he's starting to show a black eye and cuts and scrapes litter across his face. I check his torso and a long area of purple and green is forming on his side. His eyes slowly get themselves to open, and they are bloodshot.
"Fuck Stiles I'm here, what happened?"
Tears pool in his eyes for a moment before he answers, "They all looked fine, and I was tired of lacrosse, when I never play anyway. " A tear falls down his cheek and I wipe it off with my thumb.
"Stiles what the hell? I'm taking you back to my place. You can get your stuff tomorrow."
I kiss him on the cheek and carry him back to my car, parked about 120 meters away. Why the hell did I just kiss him on the cheek?
When we get home I lay him on my bed and strip him of his shirt and shorts before laying the sheets over him. I'm not risking him scream again, I never meant to hurt him like that. I go downstairs and sit down while taking it all in.
After pondering what happened, I take off the light blue V-neck I was wearing, and shed off my jeans. I hop in bed and before I know it, I'm getting woken up by a fully alert Stiles, tracing the muscles along my torso and the contours of my face with gently fingertips. I put one leg over him while I rest my head on the same pillow he's using. Next is closer, wrapping his arms around my lower back and lower with one hand. I don't resist, Stiles can have his way with me. I can't ever imagine how sleeping without the comfort of the younger man in his most vulnerable state.
Waking up, Stiles' head is resting on my stomach with one hand on my thigh. My hand is resting on his shoulder.
Stiles POV
"Derek?"
"Yea?" he says in a sleepy yet hot voice.
"Will you be my boyfriend?"
"I can't think of anything better to be."
After a bit more snuggling, I head downstairs, not caring if I look presentable in only my boxers. After all, he is my boyfriend. I'm mid way through putting the milk back when Derek walks down the stairs in a robe. Only a robe. If I thought he was hot before, I wish I would've known what he looks like now. A mystery waits under the thin layer of clothing he on. He smiles at me and goes and lays on the couch. I eagerly make my way over there and lay on top of him. I can't help it.
I attack his lips with the full force of my pent up love, fighting for control while clawing at his back and chest for more while the top part of his robe slides of his arms. He's propped himself on his elbows while I straddle him, my arms wrapped solidly around is muscled back.
"Stiles I gotta take a shower, heh," he says with a smile across his face. His dimples light up the shadow along his jaw line. I love stand the way he looks at me with those eyes, making me feel so much like I'm worth something.
Derek POV
While I'm in the shower, with the hot water running down my body, it gets my mind going. I can't believe I'm falling for him, the young man with the passion of a fire, the reason why my lips ache. It was everything I could to not seize his body and carry him up to the room and make him mine. Someday, when he's ready.
I exit the shower to find Stiles on the on my-our bed, talking on the phone. I listen while getting dressed. Even when I drop the towel hanging around my waist, he's still looking down into his pair of shorts, picking at the out seam.
"Dad, I'm fine. You don't need to worry! I'm just hanging with Scott, we went over to a party Jackson and Danny were holding."
"No you need to come home, you've got school tomorrow. Last week you weren't at school for two days, and even though your grades are high enough that it's okay, it doesn't look good if the sheriff's son cuts school."
"Fine, I'll be at school tomorrow and after I'll be home."
"How long after?"
"Oh you know, like just after."
"No Stiles! You have until 5 o'clock. Be Home."
With that the Sheriff hung up.
Oh my God this is my fault.
While I'm thinking that, he says, "He just gets lonely after…"
"Yea Stiles I get it. I'm sorry; this is my fault."
"No, no it's not," he says kind of dismayed that it has to be like that.
No, this will not be how it is. He does have to go to school, but I'm gonna cheer my boyfriend up. I can't wait to see his smile.
"Put it on," I say while tossing him a swimsuit.
"Jeez Wolfie, it's a little roomy if you know what I mean," he says with a wink after putting it on.
He walks over and kisses my on the cheek, his breath tickling my jaw; I can't help but smile. I grab some towels out of the hall closet in the hallway outside the room. We head downstairs and I let him out of the door before locking it behind me. When I turn around, Stiles slaps my rear, hard.
"Whoa-ho, feisty," I say with a laugh as I grab him and wrap my arms around his neck and put one long kiss on his head before letting him go. He hop in the passenger seat with that enthusiasm I've come to love while I walk around the front the shiny black Camaro and step inside. Stiles is so far leaned over because he took the keys out of my hand and looked me in the eyes with his playful eyes and started the car. I took my palm and put it on his face, pushing his face back.
"So where are we headed?" he asks.
"It's a surprise, but I think that you'll like it. I hope you do," my eyebrows pushing together, not because of something negative but because I truly do hope that he likes it.
