I'm sorry for how long this has taken, but fluff is very hard for me to write. And I was cringing so badly as a read back over the last half of this chapter. I am so sorry.

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Stiles awoke slowly, blissful dreams drifting into wakefulness. He smiled to himself before gradually opening his eyes. He was expecting to see a dozing sex god beside him; but the bed was empty. Stiles frowned and looked over at the clock on the bedside table. It was still pretty early – only past 9am.

Stiles wondered if it had all been a dream: the kissing, the dancing, the mind blowing sex.

He shifted slightly and the deep, warm ache inside him disproved that theory. He'd definitely had sex last night. Meaning, Derek must have left. Stiles took a few seconds to let that sink in. He'd thought that they were something more than just one amazing night, hoped they could be something real. But, Stiles realised, he'd never actually got confirmation that they would be anything. He supposed the knot in his stomach and ache in his chest was his own fault. He should have asked; he shouldn't have just assumed.

Stiles closed his eyes and buried his head in his hands. He was so god damn stupid.

A few more seconds passed before there was a soft click from the bedroom door. Stiles' eyes flew open and he watched a half-naked Derek walk into the room, baring two cups of coffee.

"Morning," Derek said quietly as he offered one of the cups. Stiles accepted it but continued to gape at the man who sat on the edge of the bed. "Is there something wrong?" Derek asked after a few moments and Stiles snapped himself out of it.

"No. No, nothing's wrong. I just thought you'd left," he admitted.

"Do you want me to leave?"

"Not at all. Do you want to leave?" Stiles asked, nervously.

"No, I like spending time with you." Derek replied and Stiles breathed a quick sigh of relief before smiling and sipping at his coffee. Derek seemed more at ease and shifted so he was sitting up against the headboard of the bed, still on top of the covers. All he was wearing were his jeans. He probably wasn't even wearing his briefs. At that thought, Stiles found his eyes drifting down to Derek's crotch and, yep, he was certainly not wearing underwear at that moment – which reminded Stiles, suddenly, that he was very naked underneath the thin sheet.

Stiles shifted a little and he tried to make sure he was completely covered by the bedding – still shy about his body, even after everything they had done the previous night. Who could blame him? Derek's body was perfection, his abs were literally to die for.

"Are we dating?" Stiles blurted out, reminding himself that he would need to take his Adderall as soon as possible, it already seemed to be wearing out.

"Well, we haven't technically been on a date yet…" Derek replied. "But I'd be happy to change that."

Stiles couldn't help but smile as he leant forward and kissed Derek. It was clumsy, Stiles almost spilt his coffee, but it was worth it when Derek reached up and placed his hand on the back of Stiles' neck to deepen the kiss. Derek's hand was so delicate on his skin, making it so soft and intimate. Stiles opened his mouth to the kiss and let Derek's tongue inside. A moment later and Derek moved his hand to take away Stiles' coffee mug. He then reached behind to place both mugs onto the bedside table, before coming back for another kiss. It wasn't as urgent as it had been the previous night; the kisses were more sweet and exploring.

Derek's hands wrapped around Stiles and made him feel comfortable and safe. It was so relaxing to be held by Derek that he forgot that he was naked. He leant as much into his lover as he could, one arm swung around Derek's shoulder and the other pressed flat against his chest – just over the heart. Their tongues danced and brushed against each other with purpose and it was amazing. They kissed for a few minutes more before Derek pulled away. Stiles instinctively chased after his lips, which made Derek chuckle and place one more peck on Stiles' kiss-bitten lips.

"Come on, get dressed. I want to take you out," Derek whispered and Stiles nodded, smiling at Derek.

"Do you want to, er, share a shower?" Stiles asked, a little nervously, and Derek raised his eyebrows.

"That depends, do you have any ulterior motives? Because I really don't think your shower is big enough for anything to happen," Derek said and Stiles blushed a little as he shook his head.

"No motives," he lied and Derek laughed. It was probably pretty obvious that Stiles had wanted something to happen.

"A shower sounds like a good idea," Derek responded after a second pause. Then he kissed Stiles on the cheek and got up to take the two mugs, half-filled with coffee that had gone cold, out to the kitchen. Stiles stared off into the distance with a cheesy smile on his face until Derek went to stand back in the bedroom doorway again. "Are you coming?" He asked and Stiles scattered out of the bed to follow him to the bathroom.

Once he got out of bed, however, he began to feel very self-conscious walking naked around his apartment while Derek was there. He crossed his arms over his chest as he stood in the bathroom and watched Derek turn on the shower. Derek turned back around to face him with a soft smile on his face.

"Are you okay?" He asked and Stiles nodded, silently. Derek moved towards him then and placed his hands on Stiles' waist, leaned in close and kissed him slowly, softly. "You're beautiful," he whispered as he broke the kiss. Then they were kissing again. It was just as slow and mesmerising and perfect. Stiles relaxed to Derek's gentle caress. And followed blindly as he was tugged gently towards the spray of the shower.

Derek broke the kiss and Stiles' eyes shot open – he hadn't even realised he'd closed them. But Derek was just removing his jeans and, yep, Stiles was right. He was most definitely commando under there.

Stiles felt odd just watching Derek get undressed and so he turned around, took a step into the shower and let the water hit him and calm him down. He closed his eyes against the spray and waited. A few seconds later and Derek's hands were brushing against his sides. The older man was standing behind him and holding him loosely. Stiles let out a sigh of content as Derek lowered his head onto Stiles' shoulder and gripped him tighter, hugging him from behind. They stayed like that for a few seconds before Derek placed a kiss just below Stiles' ear and pulled away to grab the shower gel. Stiles turned around just in time to see the older man lavishing suds onto his perfect body. They slid down his chest and ran over his glistening abs.

"Stiles, I meant it. Your shower is way too small for shower sex," Derek murmured and Stiles noticed a slight smirk on his face. That's when he realised his body had been reacting to the fantastic view and he was half-hard. Stiles blushed.

"Yeah, well, it's not like I can help it when you're being all hot and wet and soapy," Stiles stated with an exaggerated hand gesture, accidentally smacking it against the tiled wall beside him. Derek laughed, grabbing for the shampoo and dumping some on Stiles' hair. He reached out and ruffled it in a bit, making Stiles squirm and try to get away. "Okay, okay," Stiles pleaded in between laughing. "Less sex thoughts, more washing. I get it." He tried his best to add in a pout but couldn't handle it without laughing.

Stiles eventually got his dick to calm down and they finished showering with no more reappearance. Stiles handed Derek a towel and began to dry himself, starting with his hair, just so he didn't have to watch Derek rubbing his body with a towel.

"Do you have any plans today?" Derek asked and Stiles looked up to see him putting his jeans back on. Stiles wrapped the towel around his waist before responding.

"Not really. No one is in class on Wednesdays because it's meant to be some sort of competition day. I don't know. You?"

"Well," Derek said as he leaned back against the wall and smiled softly. "I was thinking we could go see a movie, grab some food… what do you think?"

"I think it sounds great," Stiles replied as he led out of the bathroom with a big smile on his face.

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Derek's hands gripped at Stiles' thighs as he continued to lick purposefully into his mouth. Stiles tried his hardest to hold back the whine deep in his throat, but he wasn't sure how successful he was, especially when Derek began to teasingly rub his thumbs in a circling motion on Stiles' inner thigh. There was a loud bang from the screen, which caused Stiles to jump away and bite his own tongue.

"Ow, fuck," he whispered into the near-empty movie theatre. Derek laughed quietly next to him.

"Want me to kiss it better?" The older man whispered with a smirk firmly planted on his face – right where Stiles should be. Stiles huffed a laugh before leaning back in. The stinging from his tongue only lasted a few seconds before Derek's amazing kissing skills thoroughly distracted him and made Stiles forget everything.

They were sitting in the back of a dark theatre while a random action film played in the background. Neither of them knew what was happening though because, moments after it started playing and realising there was only one other couple in the room because it was still midday, Stiles had practically climbed onto Derek's lap. It wasn't in a sexual way, they were just enjoying kissing each other.

The film was half an hour away from finishing when Stiles' stomach growled. Derek, who had been licking and kissing at his neck, laughed quietly against his skin. He nipped gently at Stiles' ear lobe.

"Do you like Chinese? I know of a nice place that does takeaway," Derek whispered to Stiles who nodded enthusiastically.

"God, yes!" He then took Stiles' hand in his and pulled them both up off their seats. He kept a hold of his hand as they walked silently out of the cinema. Stiles smiled. He supposed that later he would cringe, feeling like an idiot for how the simple gesture turned him to goo. But for now he was happy and just let himself enjoy the sensation.

They walked all the way to the restaurant holding each other's hands and they only let go when they had to get their wallets out to pay for the food. Derek leaned against the counter as they waited for their order. He smiled at Stiles and opened his mouth to say something when his phone starting ringing. He sighed and checked who was ringing.

"I'm sorry," he apologised as he looked back up at Stiles, "this could be important." Stiles nodded and Derek kissed his chastely on the cheek. "I'll be back in a moment," he said softly before walking out of the restaurant to talk privately on the phone.

Stiles watched him go and sighed before taking out his own phone to scroll through Tumblr. He smiled as he read the news that was plastered all over his wall: gay marriage had been legalised in all 50 states.

"Finally…" he whispered to himself, reblogging the post. But he couldn't help but wonder if it was a good omen that it happened during his first date with Derek. He shook his head, even as his smile grew bigger. He was being ridiculous. They had barely known each other for more than a week! But he'd always been one to fall fast and fall hard. Stiles turned to look back at the direction Derek had left in and caught sight of him through a window. The older man looked severely unimpressed by whomever he was talking to on the phone. Stiles couldn't help the little snort that came out of his mouth as he tried to hold back his laugh. That was the kind of face that Stiles pulled when Scott called him to talk about Allison. Whatever the call was about, it didn't look serious.

Stiles gazed for another second before turning back around to his phone. He didn't want his lover to catch him staring. Lover? Stiles thought over the word, it just wasn't quite right anymore. Boyfriend? Or was that too soon? He chewed his lip as he thought. It wasn't long after that Derek was walking back into the restaurant. The older man placed his hand on the lower of Stiles' back in greeting.

"Sorry I was gone for so long," Derek said softly, "my sister is… intolerable," he sighed and Stiles laughed.

"What happened?"

"Erica told her about you and she called to bug me for information while pretending that she was just holding the phone for our Mum who needed to talk urgently." Just as Derek finished talking, the man behind the counter returned with a white plastic bag containing their food. Derek took it with a smile and nodded a thank you. Once they were outside, Stiles couldn't hold back any longer.

"What did you tell her?"

"Hmm?"

"Your sister? What did you tell her?" Stiles clarified and Derek huffed a quiet laugh before answering.

"Trust me, Stiles. You do not want to be on Cora's radar. She's a viper." There was a steady growing knot in Stiles' stomach until Derek took his hand and brought it to his lips. "I told her the truth; that I like you. A lot. And if she cared for me at all, she would leave you alone. I don't know how much time it's bought you," Derek shrugged, "but it'll work for now."

Stiles smiled for the entire walk back to the apartment building.

They had agreed to go back to Derek's flat because it was the bigger of the two. So that was how they ended up twenty minutes later, sitting on the floor, wrapped up in blankets on the surprisingly chilly autumn day and eating take-out while watching shitty day time television. Stiles was flicking through the channels and landed on Jeremy Kyle. Derek groaned loudly and reached to take the remote away but Stiles squirmed out of reach. Derek continued to clamber after him and so Stiles jumped up with a quiet squeal that he knew he would regret later.

"Come on, we are not watching this," Derek said grumpily. But the older man wasn't quite able to hide the smile on his face as he got up to reach for the remote again. Stiles ran backwards and Derek followed.

"No, wait," Stiles laughed. "I wanna see…" he continued as he looked over Derek's shoulder to read the headline at the bottom of the TV screen, "if he really did cheat on his wife with her daughter! And give her an STD...? Wow, what a dick," Stiles mumbled quietly.

Derek used Stiles' pause to his own advantage and jumped on him, tackling him to the sofa and taking the remote.

"No!" Stiles squeaked in between gulfs of laughter and attempted to grab the remote back. He accidently managed to knock Derek off his balance and they both toppled to the floor below. Stiles landed with a quiet thud on top of Derek's hard abs and he tensed nervously as he expected Derek to get angry.

But his landlord laughed brightly. It was loud and shook his entire body and it was one of the most beautiful things Stiles had ever seen. He couldn't help the slow, playful grin that spread across his face as he looked down at Derek.

Their eyes met and Stiles blushed deeply as Derek slowly stopped laughing and they continued to just grin at each other.

Derek reached up at the same time Stiles leaned down, their lips meeting in a soft embrace.

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Stiles woke to soft fingers stroking through his hair. He opened his eyes slowly and saw Derek looking down at him. A slow smile began to form on his lips, until a thought appeared to him. Then he just closed his eyes and face-palmed instead.

"Oh my God! I can't believe I fell asleep on our first date!" Stiles cried out, and Derek laughed gently. After the make-out session, they had settled down and chosen to watch reruns of Psych while they ate. And somehow he'd woken up with his head on Derek's lap. He just hoped that he hadn't snored. "I am such a terrible date, oh my God! What is wrong with me?" Stiles continued and Derek shushed him.

"Stiles, don't worry, I fell asleep too," the older man laughed and Stiles opened his eyes and slowly sat up.

"Then I guess we're both as bad as each other," Stiles pondered slowly before smiling happily – he hadn't completely fucked this up yet.

"I don't know about that," Derek teased as he stood up to take their empty containers out towards the kitchen area. "At least you didn't wake up with a patch of drool on your lap." Stiles looked down then and, sure enough, there was a small wet patch on Derek's right upper thigh. Stiles just barely managed to hold in his embarrassed squeak as he desperately searched for something to say that would let him recover from this disaster. The pause grew out a couple of seconds and he knew he had to say something. Anything.

"Well…" Say something sexy. "maybe… my subconscious knew how close I was to your dick and it wanted to give you a blow job." Stiles said and then instantly closed his eyes and sucked in his lips. He couldn't believe he'd just said that! That was not at all sexy! It was fucking ridiculous!

Stiles heard a chocked sound come from Derek and opened his eyes again. The older man had been walking into the kitchen area of the apartment and seemed to be frozen there, facing away from Stiles. Slowly, Derek cleared his throat and turned around. Stiles noticed the slight redness to his landlord's cheeks and was almost certain that Derek was suffering second-hand embarrassment from him.

But Derek just smiled and laughed, spluttering out a playful "really?"

And actually, yeah. The previous night he'd had a taste, but he wanted more. He wanted to explore every inch of Derek's body with his tongue – what better place to start than with his dick?

Stiles began to blush furiously and Derek's eyes widened a little. The humour left his expression to be replaced by something deeper. He was still smiling, but it was more like a challenge.

Challenge accepted, Stiles thought to himself as he rose to his feet. He moved towards Derek and kissed him without pause. Derek kissed back and some worry eased in Stiles' chest. How Derek wasn't repulsed by Stiles' inability to shut the fuck up, he didn't know. But he wasn't going to take this moment for granted.

Stiles backed Derek up against the nearest counter and smiled into the kiss as he did so. He hadn't been entirely sure if Derek would let him take control like this. He wondered how submissive Derek could be and his dick became very interested in the image that his brain provided of him fucking Derek senseless over a table. But that was an exploration for another day.

Stiles reached down and cupped Derek's jean-covered dick in his left hand. It was still soft but Stiles could feel it growing at his touch. He rubbed at Derek's cock as he explored the man's mouth with his tongue. The older man let him in; let him take control, and it just made Stiles feel hotter. Derek was strong and powerful, he could push Stiles up against a wall and dominate over him – and, let's face it, Stiles would really enjoy that – but instead he was letting Stiles set the pace.

Stiles licked at every millimetre of Derek's mouth as he palmed at the man's growing bulge. His own dick was fully erect and straining against his jeans, but he ignored it for the moment. Stiles moved his lips on from Derek's mouth and brought them across his jaw line – wow, you could slice bread with that jaw! The stubble scratched at his soft lips in a delicious way. Stiles nipped at his lips lightly and Derek exhaled shakily. Biting kink? Stiles wondered and decided to test it.

He continued to kiss his way across Derek's jaw and to his ear, where he dragged his teeth gently against Derek's ear lobe as he sucked it into his mouth. Derek gripped a little tighter at where his hands hand been resting against Stiles' hips while Stiles tugged lightly on his ear.

Stiles smiled as he released his light bite and moved down to Derek's neck. The older man instantly tilted his head away to allow Stiles better access. Stiles smiled lightly and licked and nipped at Derek's neck. He could feel just how much the older man was enjoying it by the twitching of his cock in Stiles' hand. He knew Derek was getting desperate. He could feel the older man's need to be touched properly. Something more than light cupping and a few bites. But he was holding off, completely under Stiles' control.

Stiles apparently lived to be a tease. He kept his petting to a minimum as he scraped he teeth from just under his ear, all the way down to the base of his neck. Derek whimpered lightly and Stiles huffed a laugh before biting a little bit harder at the joint where Derek's neck met his shoulder.

Derek buried his face into Stiles' neck and groaned loudly. But that bite had finally pushed him over the edge. His breath was laboured and shaking and his hips were grinding up into Stiles' hand. Stiles could see the effort Derek was putting into holding back though, he could see how badly the older man was longing to be touched and heard the soft whimper that escaped his clenched jaw and he finally was able to still his hips again.

"Please," Derek whimpered into the base of Stiles' neck. "Please."

He felt powerful to know that he was able to bring a man with as much bravado as Derek metaphorically to his knees – begging for more of Stiles' touch. But Stiles had had enough of teasing. Derek wanted to come and Stiles wanted to be the one to make him. Stiles released his bite and kissed at the spot, unzipping Derek's jeans. He quickly pushed them down out of the way. Derek hadn't put any briefs on after their shower that morning and so Stiles' looked down at the thick and long dick at his fingertips. He took a firm grasp of it and Derek flung his head back and groaned so loudly Stiles would bet he could have heard it from his apartment on the third floor.

Stiles lowered himself slowly to his knees so he was at eye level with Derek's throbbing cock.

It had been a while since he'd given a blowjob. And he had never had something this big in his mouth and so he was a little nervous that he might fuck it up. But he wanted to do this so badly. He watched his hand as it stroked slowly up the Derek's shaft, squeezing lightly as he reached the apex. And he listened to the heavy panting he could hear from Derek above him. There was just a hint of a moan in his heavy breaths and Stiles couldn't get enough of that glorious sound.

He gave a few more experimental strokes before opening his mouth and licking all the way up the throbbing vein on the underside of Derek's dick. He watched as the muscles in Derek's thighs quivered and Stiles smiled devilishly. He shuffled a little closer and hovered his mouth over the tip of Derek's penis before slowly letting his mouth encompass the head. He sucked on it delicately and Derek's left hand found its way to Stiles' hair where it gripped firm and agreeable.

Stiles licked his tongue out to swipe at more of Derek's dick before lowering further so he was taking more and more of it into his mouth. His right hand was rubbing at the base of Derek's dick and he brought his left hand up to palm at his balls.

Stiles got a couple of more inches in his mouth before he began to bob his head up and down slowly. Sucking lightly every time he moved back up the shaft. His own dick was standing erect and completely attentive inside his pants and he was aching to take a hold of himself. But he wanted to make this completely about Derek and so he settled for being a little rougher in his movements. Sucking a little bit harder each time, rubbing a little bit faster.

He pulled him mouth off of Derek's dick with a wet sounding pop and rested his forehead on the older man's hip as he let his hand do the work for a moment. His dick was straining against the stitches at this point, but he was trying his best to put it out of his mind. He looked up to Derek's face as his hand continued to work him to completion. The older man's head was tilted back and resting against the above-counter cupboard, eyes closed and biting at his lip. The hand that wasn't fisting at Stiles' hair (still just on the right side of painful) was grasping the countertop so hard that his knuckles were white. Stiles came to a decision right then.

He'd learnt how to deep-throat when he was dating Danny a year ago. And the teenager had been no comparison to how big and thick Derek was, but Stiles betted he could still do it. He nodded to himself as he lowered back onto Derek's dick. He licked a few stripes at it again before taking it into his mouth.

He got to the same place he was before and took a few deep breaths in through his nose to help himself relax his gag reflex. And then he continued. He went slowly at first, taking in an inch at a time. But once he felt the head hit the back of his throat and heard Derek whimper his name, he got more excited. He eagerly pushed the rest of the way until the hair at the base of Derek's cock was tickling his nose. The older man was shaking with his effort to hold still and Stiles moaned lightly around the cock in his mouth.

"Fuck," Derek groaned as his dick twitched deep on Stiles' throat as he came. Stiles' felt the hot liquid hit his throat and suddenly he was pushed over the edge he'd been hanging on for the past ten minutes. He came in his pants as he swallowed Derek's come.

Stiles stayed perfectly still for a few seconds as he basked in the afterglow of his orgasm and then carefully pulled off of Derek's dick. The older man slid down the counter until he was sitting on the floor and pulling Stiles onto his lap. That's when it fully hit Stiles that he'd just come in his pants, untouched. He groaned in embarrassment and Derek hugged him closer.

"I am such a terrible date," Stiles mumbled, uncomfortably, as the wet patch in his boxers made him squirm.

"No, you're amazing," Derek mumbled in a soft voice and Stiles almost believed it. But then he just shook his head.

"I just came in my pants. That's not 'amazing'," Stiles said as he tried to squirm away from Derek, who just held him tighter.

"Maybe not. But it's pretty damn hot," Derek said and Stiles laughed. "No, I'm being serious," Derek said forcefully and Stiles' finally looked up, getting rewarded with Derek's bright smile and a chaste kiss. "I can't stop thinking of all the ways that I could make you come for me. And it is very hot… Plus, you know, I was on the verge of coming when I first saw you turn around and got a look at that great ass of yours," Derek continued and to emphasise his point he pushed his hands into the back of Stiles' jeans and squeezed his bare ass.

Stiles squeaked (in a very manly way, thank you very much) and jumped at the sudden contact. But then Derek's lips were on his again. He melted into the kiss and relaxed where he was still sitting on Derek's lap.

The older man nipped at Stiles' bottom lip as he broke the kiss and Stiles sighed. How could he have possibly found a man like Derek freaking Hale? He didn't even think someone like this existed.

"Do you want to stay the night?" Derek whispered in the quiet room and Stiles nodded fervently.

Later that night, after Stiles had washed up and was wearing nothing but a borrowed pair of loose fitting jogging bottoms, Derek walked behind him and wrapped his arms tightly around his waist. Stiles sighed softly and melted into the embrace. They were pressed closely together and Stiles could tell that the man was completely naked behind him. He smiled and wiggled his hips, making his ass rub up against Derek's soft dick.

"I think it's my turn to do the touching," Derek whispered as his hand slipped down the front of Stiles' borrowed clothing to rub playfully at his cock. Stiles just nodded and leant further into his touch. They were going to have a lot of fun.

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