Stiles spent the night in Derek's loft and wonders how to deal with the consequences. Derek's behavior is extremely puzzling, but even if Stiles tries, he can not muster up the courage to ask about it. Sorry guys, no smut, just confucion and misunderstandings and a little bit of fluff.


The first thought in Stiles' head as he started to wake up was that it was Saturday. He didn't have to rush out of bed to get ready for school. The second notion that entered his mind was the fact that he was fully dressed. And then, a split second later, as reality hit, his eyes flew open.

He was in Derek's loft. He'd fallen asleep on Derek's couch. A shiver went down his spine. He had to get out of there. He barely dared to move but he had to find out what time it was. He could see that it was light outside but he didn't know if the sun was up yet.

As he reached his hand out to grab the phone from the coffee table he realized that he was tucked in nicely in a multicolored quilt. Knowing what must have happened, it surprised him. He looked at the phone. "Six-thirty," he whispered to himself and then he got startled when he heard the sound of footsteps.

"Awake already? It's early." Derek's voice was coming from somewhere behind him and Stiles tensed up for a second. Then he sighed and managed to relax. He'd been sleeping on the couch for about five hours. Derek had obviously provided him with a blanket during the night, but he had not in any way shape or form tried to take advantage of him. There was no reason to believe that he'd do anything of the sort now.

"I should get back. I mean, before my dad gets home. He'll worry." Stiles didn't turn to look at Derek as he spoke. Actually, he didn't move a muscle more than necessary.

"You can send him a message. I'm going out to get some breakfast." Stiles could hear that Derek moved towards the door as he spoke. "I don't mind if you stay."

Stiles tensed up again and pondered on how to respond. Derek wanted him to stay, or at least he didn't mind if he stayed. Before he got a chance to say anything he heard the door slam shut and he was alone.

Playing with his cellphone for a few minutes he wondered what to do. With a heavy sigh he opened the messages and sent a text to his dad. "I'm at Scott's." He pressed send and leaned back staring into the ceiling. Suddenly realizing what he'd done he wished that he could have unsent it. What if Scott came by his house? What if his dad and Scott met by accident?

Stiles hurried to type another text message. This one went to Scott. "If dad asks, I'm at your place." After that he curled up under the quilt again and started to doze off. He was almost out when it hit him. If the text to his dad was a dumb idea, the message to Scott would definitely bring questions he didn't want to answer. "Idiot!" he said to himself. "Fucking idiot."

Wondering how to do damage control Stiles decided to play it by ear. He realized that no matter what, he didn't want to leave. Nobody needed to know that he'd been there the whole night.

Derek was behaving like a friend. It was slightly disappointing in a weird and twisted way, but being there – not fearing for his life – felt good. In a way he felt safe. He knew it was because he truly believed that Derek had moved on. This was a good thing. This was not something to get upset about. This was what he wanted. A nice Derek.

It felt like he'd made a choice, even if he never got a chance to express it. He'd either have a rough emotionless sex partner or a powerful but nice friend. If he'd ever been asked, he would have said that he wanted his cake and eat it too, but that was obviously out of the question.

A half hour later Derek was back and after pulling out some toiletries from one of the bags he carried, he put orange juice and a jar of peanut butter on the table. After that he made coffee and while it was brewing he turned to Stiles. "Get some plates. I'll take care of the rest."

Stiles flinched when Derek accidentally bumped into him as they set the table together. Derek took a step to the side and sighed. "Don't be scared. I'm not gonna hurt you." He continued with his task without hesitation and Stiles looked at him wide eyed. "I'm not scared." He huffed and rolled his eyes. "You just startled me. I'm perfectly calm."

He could hear a chuckle coming from Derek and the guy looked down and shook his head. "Okay, we can go with that. It's okay." Then he turned abruptly and stepped in front of Stiles. He was so close that Stiles could feel the warmth from the body. Stiles held his breath and started to tremble uncontrollably.

Derek leaned forward a bit. "Not scared at all. I can see that. You're very relaxed, right?" He didn't even try to hide the irony in his voice. Stiles managed to compose himself somewhat and moved away. "That's not fair. You are a werewolf. And you, you..." He sighed heavily. He didn't want to get into the past. This was a friendly breakfast and it had nothing to do with ancient history. Derek didn't pursue it any further either and for the next few minutes they worked together without a word uttered.

The table was set and Derek pulled a few more items out of the bag. "I really don't know what you like to eat, but I needed to stock up anyway." He put cold cuts and a variety of cheeses on the table. Fresh baked croissants and sliced Italian bread got put in a basket, and a broad assortment of condiments were stashed next to it.

Derek went over to the counter and poured coffee into two cups. "Milk? Sugar?" When Stiles didn't answer immediately Derek brought the bowl of sugar and a carton of half-and-half to the table balancing the coffee cups in one hand.

Realizing how hungry he was, Stiles grabbed some bread and started to pile it high with everything. Derek was chewing on a croissant and sipping the steaming hot coffee. "Seriously?" He looked at Stiles' sandwich and chuckled. "You can't wrap your lips over that. It's too big."

It sounded like an innuendo and Stiles blushed. "You have no idea about what I can do." To prove it he opened his mouth wide and managed to take a bite of the sandwich without dropping too much of it's contents on the plate. It was too much. He shewed vigorously so he wouldn't choke on the food but tears welled up in his eyes.

Derek laughed. He laughed out loud in amusement and with a sincerity that was astounding. Stiles had made this sourwolf happy. It felt good. This whole situation felt good. After managing to swallow that big bite Stiles smiled. "You're actually a quite decent host if you put your mind to it." He lifted his sandwich to take another bite. "I could get used to this."

Stiles' widened his eyes. Did he just say that? He lowered his gaze in embarrassment. He didn't plan to say those words and wondered what Derek would think about it. "I mean, I, this is good." He waved his hand in the air causing pickles and slivers of ham to fly out of his sandwich. A jalapeno hit Derek's chin and landed on the plate in front of him.

Stiles looked at it and held his breath. Derek picked it up and popped it in his mouth cocking his head. "I might not be such a good host if my guests throw food scraps at me." He furrowed his brows making Stiles a little tense. "It could hurt my feelings, you know," then he smiled widely and gave Stiles a wink, "or make me think that you want my attention."

Was this the moment he'd been waiting for? Was this the time for Stiles to tell Derek what he really wanted from him? He bit his lip before clearing his throat. "Well, yeah, about that... I, we should really, I mean..." He sighed. "I mean, I'm sorry. You know I didn't mean to hit you with that, right?"

Derek's look was hard to decipher, it was like he tried to read Stiles' mind. For several seconds they stared into each others eyes before Derek suddenly pulled away from the table. "More coffee?"

The moment was over. Stiles shook his head. "No, thanks. I'm good." He concentrated on the food again and indulged himself in the flavors of it.

When the sound of an incoming text message came from his phone, he took a quick peek at it and pushed it away. It was from Scott. Derek looked at him curiously and Stiles rolled his eyes. "Scott wonders where I'm at." he huffed. "I'll tell him later." Or not, he thought to himself. Derek shrugged. "Why not now. He can come over too. There's enough food for him also."

Stiles' heart sunk. He really enjoyed being here alone with Derek, but it was clearly not mutual. Derek wanted to make this a party and invite others. Disappointed he reached for the phone, but then he looked up. "How can I explain it? How can I explain why I'm here this early?"

Derek seemed to think about it for a second. "So don't explain. We're friends, right?" He moved his hand to cover Stiles'. "We can hang out if we want to." Stiles looked at Derek's hand and could feel that he started to tremble a little. He swallowed hard. "Yeah, sure." He wanted Derek to grab it and hold on tight, instead he just kept his hand there, motionless.

When Derek's thumb moved a little stroking the side of Stiles' hand he hitched his breath and pulled away. "I can't. I should go. If you want Scott to come over call him yourself. I need to go." Scrambling to his feet he knocked over the half-and-half in the process. It wasn't completely closed so the contents ran out on the table causing a big mess.

Stiles covered his face with his hands. "I'm sorry. I'll clean it up before I leave." He was about to walk over to the counter to get a rag when Derek got up and grabbed his wrist. "Don't worry about it. I'll fix it." Stiles wanted to throw himself into the guy's arms and stay there, but instead he took a step back. "Derek, I, Don't." He twisted his arm to come loose from the grip, but Derek held on.

"Stiles. Stop." He pulled Stiles closer and let go of the wrist. Then he wrapped his arms around him and squeezed him tight. "Don't worry about the mess. Don't worry about anything." Stiles could feel Derek's hand on his back stroking it gently. He couldn't breathe. Not because he was held to tight, but because he didn't dare. He was afraid that if he moved a muscle this moment would be over.

He had to start breathing again, but other than that he kept completely still. Even if the situation was slightly arousing his dick seemed to be aware of the implications and stayed calm. Stiles wanted to move his arms and ease them around Derek's waist. He wanted to lift his head and look into his eyes, maybe even initiate a kiss, but he did none of those things.

Derek wasn't moving much either. Except for a finger that kept caressing a vertebrae on Stiles' back it was like they were in a freeze frame. His hands started prickling from just hanging there. The tension in his neck began to bother him. A loose thread from the seam on the shoulder on Derek's t-shirt tickled his nose and made him want to sneeze. Stiles fought against all these feelings and stayed put.

He had no idea on how long it had been, when he got startled by his phone ringing. Derek pulled away and rushed towards the kitchen counter where he grabbed a rag to wipe the table with. Stiles reached out for his phone in a kind of trance. It was Scott. He hesitated for a second before he answered. "Hey. What's up?" His own voice sounded weird so he cleared his throat. "I was gonna text you, but..." He couldn't possibly explain at the moment.

"Are you asking me what's up? Back at you. Where the hell are you?" Scott sounded both irritated and confused. Stiles sighed. "I'm at Derek's place." He braced himself for the questions that was bound to come. "Oh, okay? Why?" Scott sounded even more confused now.

Stiles looked at Derek and when the guy gave him a sinister grin he made a quick decision. "I went out to get some food and bumped into him. He invited me for breakfast. Weird, uh?" He paused for a second. "But I'm leaving soon. You want to come over to my place?"

Turned out that Scott had an early date with Allison and couldn't come, but promised to meet up with him later. "Allison is going to visit family with her dad tonight. We can hang out then?" Stiles confirmed that he was fine with that before he hung up.

Derek was sitting at the table obviously busy making a sandwich. He threw a quick peek at Stiles before he again concentrated on the food. "So I guess he's not coming?" It was a more a rhetorical question and Stiles didn't bother to answer. He wanted to continue where they let off but Derek was clearly not interested anymore.

"Ahem." Stiles managed to get Derek's attention. "I think it's better I go now. I mean. I can stay a little longer, of course, but you know?" What there was to know Stiles had no clear idea about. "We could, I mean, I could help... Did you have more coffee?"

Derek gave him a crocked smile and gestured towards the counter. "I think so." Stiles grabbed his cup and walked over to the coffeemaker. This is just stupid, he thought as he filled his cup. He went back to the table and sat down across from Derek. "Uh, Derek? I wonder... Maybe we should talk... about stuff."

Slowly Derek lifted his head and met Stiles' eyes. "Stuff? Economy? Politics? The last episode of Glee? What stuff?" There were no emotions in his voice and Stiles' heart sunk. It was like Derek had forgotten about the moment they just shared. "Oh, nothing. Forget about it. I just thought... No, forget it." He got up. "I should leave."

By the door he turned to Derek again. "I'm leaving. See you around." He tried to sound cheerful and wasn't completely dissatisfied with his own performance. Derek got up from his chair and walked towards him. "Okay. That's fine." He stopped a few feet away. "Don't think too much. Sometimes it's better to go with your gut."

Stiles had no idea what exactly Derek was referring to so he just shrugged. "Yeah, I usually do, why?" Everybody who'd known him for more than a half hour knew that Stiles was impulsive and often acted on pure instinct instead of trying to think about the consequences. More than once had he been threatened by Derek because he'd been too outspoken. So why would Derek say such a thing.

Derek looked down at his feet and threw his hands out. "No reason, just a good advice." He lifted his head and seemed to ponder over something. As Stiles reached for the door handle Derek moved quickly to block the exit. Stiles looked at him and shook his head. For some odd reason he wasn't scared, but this was just silly. If Derek didn't want him to leave, he could just say so.

Derek didn't move and Stiles saw no point in trying to push him away. That would be such an uneven fight, so he just stood there with a lopsided smile waiting for Derek to explain himself.

"I wasn't really addressing you." A little chuckle followed the words. "It was more advice to myself." He reached his hand out and let his fingers wrap around the back of Stiles' neck. With a quick pull of his arm their faces were inches apart. His other hand came up to Stiles' chin and with his thumb he stroke the bottom lip.

This time Stiles dared to move. He lifted his arms and let his hands rest on Derek's hips. Suddenly Derek moved in and kissed him. It was not a passionate mind-blowing kiss that would make your toes curl. It was dry and almost a little clumsy, but it wasn't the kind of kiss you say goodbye to your friend with either.

Before he managed to understand what had happened, Stiles was let go and practically pushed out the door. The door closed and he could hear that Derek locked it. For several seconds Stiles just stood there on the landing utterly confused.