Derek knocked on the front door which was partly opened. He stuck his head inside the gap, peeking in. He looked around uneasy. His body was stiff, clearly uncomfortable with the dead silence and lack of life in the place.
"Relax teach, I'm not going to murder you." Stiles voiced amused, coming from another room.
Mr. Hale let out a small forced chuckle, still feeling a bit uneasy as he stepped further into Stile's home. He silently followed Stiles to the kitchen area, observing Stiles for the first time of the day.
Stiles dress style was very relaxed. He was wearing baggy grey sweat pants and a plain white shirt, walking around barefooted. His fancy black glasses where the only dressing thing he was sporting. Even his light brown hair was free from it's usually beanie cap prison.
Derek sets his bag of books down on the counter and pulled out a chair from the kitchen table.
"Let's get started." He stated.
"Can I ask you a question teach?" Stiles asked, placing his hands on the top of the chair on the far end of table.
"Hmm?" Mr. Hale replied, taking out a book from his bag and placing it on the counter.
"Why do I make you so nervous?" Stiles asked intrigued.
Derek's head popped up in surprise, meeting his gaze.
"Nervous? You don't make me nervous. Why would you think you make me nervous?" He rambled on.
Stiles grinned at this, noticing he was on to something.
Derek gulped watching as he walked over taking the seat right next to him, leaving very little room between the two. Stiles knee was lightly touching Derek's, they were that close.
"Maybe nervous wasn't the right word, I make you uncomfortable, I can tell, but why?"
Derek was silent as stiles examined his body language.
"Do you like cock Mr. Hale?" Stiles asked, rising an eyebrow.
Derek's eyes budged out at his bluntness.
"What?!"
"Let me rephrase that, do you like my cock?"
"How could I? I've never even seen it." Mr. Hale argued, suddenly feeling trapped.
"Do you want to?" Stiles asked seductively.
"Oh god, yes." Derek found himself saying in a rasping voice before he could stop himself, losing all self-control.
Stiles got up from his spot and pulled down his sweats followed by his dark blue boxers letting his now hard dick spring out.
Derek was panting heavily just looking at a half-naked Stiles.
"You can touch it, if you want. Give me your hand." Stiles demanded.
Derek hesitated in his spot feeling unsure of what to do.
Losing patience Stile grabbed Derek's hand and placed it on his hard cock.
Derek gasped on contact, meeting Stiles desired filled eyes.
"Play with me." He voiced, full of longing.
"BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!"
Derek sprang up from his bed, hot, sweaty and panting. Disturbed by his dream but even more, horrified by the tent under his covers that presented itself proudly.
Note: Would love to hear your thoughts on the chapter or on the story as a whole, either one :)