Derek has to admit to himself that this realtionship means more to him than it should. The fact that Stiles isn't so scared anymore makes it interesting on a whole new level.

Derek had never thought of himself as a jealous kind of guy, but when one of those twins – Joy? - tried to seduce Stiles, he'd had enough. He was pretty sure that Stiles didn't understand why he threw out the guests, but it really didn't matter.

Hester understood; Derek could see it in her eyes as she left with her pack. The disappointment and the hint of disdain was clearly visible on her face. Derek couldn't care less. He was more concerned about the fact that Scott seemed to be aware of what was going on. He wondered if Stiles had mentioned anything about it to his friend, or if he'd just sensed it on his own.

It really didn't matter at the moment. Derek had made a fool of himself – again – and this time he couldn't easily fix it. He'd overheard what Joy had said to Stiles. He'd overheard her say that he couldn't possibly have a chance with an Alpha. In reality, she was correct. It was frowned upon, but so what? Derek could make his own choices. He could make his own reality. He could...

Watching Stiles getting up from the couch and start picking bottles of the table, Derek wondered if the boy did it because he felt forced to. He listened to Stiles' heartbeat and discovered that even if it wasn't completely relaxed he could not sense any fear from the guy. It surprised him, but he felt pleased by it.

As Stiles was about to head back to the table, Derek grabbed his arm. "Stop it. I can do this myself. I'm quick." He lifted his hand to Stiles' cheek. "I tried. I failed. I... If you want to stay you have to sleep on the couch. I won't bother you."

Derek didn't know what to expect but the reply threw him off big time. Staring into his eyes Stiles grabbed his hand and kissed it. "Only if, only if you sleep there with me."

There wasn't as much as a slight tremor in Stiles' voice. He looked a little flustered, but he didn't avert his gaze for a moment. Derek didn't know what to say. For the first time since, since they met he felt like Stiles had the upper hand. A whole minute went by without a movement from any of them. Then Stiles let go of Derek's hand and sighed. A lopsided smile appeared before he turned around and walked towards the door. "Okay. It's okay."

Derek stood there dumbfounded for a second before he hurried to cover the exit. "No, don't go." He lifted both hands and cupped Stiles' cheeks. "I want you to stay. Please stay," then he leaned in an let their lips meet in a gentle kiss.

When he pulled back Derek could see a hint of mischief in Stiles' eyes, and it surprised him when the boy started laughing. He could feel a blush coming on and he wondered for a moment if he'd been tricked. He narrowed his eyes and let go of Stiles' cheeks. The guy obviously tried his best to compose himself, but he only succeeded partially.

Still chuckling Stiles threw his arms around Derek's neck and clung to him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh, it's just, just. I was a little nervous and..." He drew his breath. "I didn't, I wasn't sure if... Oh, fuck it." He pulled back a little and licked his lips before he pressed them against Derek's neck.

"I'll find a blanket." Derek gave Stiles' back a quick stroke. "You can use the bathroom first." Stiles let go and smiled shyly before he walked over to the couch and picked up his jacket. "I brought a toothbrush. I didn't know... I thought I was going to Scott's house tonight."

Derek hurried to tidy a little. He knew that Boyd and Erica were occupying his room and pondered about chucking them out of there, but then he decided to let them be. It could possibly get a little embarrassing for everybody involved. Derek picked up all the empty bottles and cups before he grabbed a rag to wipe the table. "I can do that." Stiles was back and took the rag out of his hand. "Get ready for bed, I'll clean up the rest."

Derek shrugged and padded towards the bathroom. He wondered what had gotten into Stiles. The guy seemed so confident and almost presumptuous. It was slightly annoying. Derek wanted to be in charge, but now he felt that he'd lost the momentum.

When Derek came back to the living room, Stiles was staring at the couch. "It's not that big, I mean..." Stiles threw his hands out. "This may not work." Derek shook his head and smiled. "It will, come here." He lied down on his side and scooted back as far as he could, pressing against the back of the couch. Stiles looked at the space between Derek and the edge of the couch. "Okay, it will work, I'm not that big."

It was a tight squeeze but when Stiles was settled with his back against Derek's chest, and Derek wrapped his arm around him it was almost comfortable.

-o-o-o-o-o-

Stiles didn't feel particularly rested when he woke up in the morning. The hangover was manageable but the sleep itself had been a little choppy. He'd been so tense during the night that his whole back was hurting now. Derek had got up a while ago and Stiles didn't know where he was. He'd tried to sneak off the couch without waking Stiles, and Stiles let him believe he managed. It was actually a relief to be left alone. Not because he didn't want Derek there, but he'd been right from the beginning. The couch was too small for two people to sleep comfortably.

It had been impossible to move, not only because he was in danger of falling off, but mostly because Derek held him so tight that any attempt to shift was futile. Stiles wasn't sure if Derek slept at all. Every time he woke up during the night – and it was often – he was pretty sure Derek was awake also.

Pulling the blanket tighter around himself, Stiles decided to try and sleep some more. No matter what would happen between him and Derek from now on it dcould wait. As he huddles under the cover he could hear faint noises in the background. There was the sound of a door opening and closing, water running and imperceptible whispers from somewhere behind him. Stiles didn't want to let it bother him.

But of course it did. Instead of forcing himself to sleep, Stiles started to pay attention to the conversation. "But why is he still here?" It was Isaac. He was still whispering but the pitch of his voice made it audible. A shush that sounded more like a growl was heard, before the conversation again was too faint to make out.

Stiles got extremely curious. He wondered if they were talking about him. He wondered about Derek's reply to the question. There were no time to ponder over it before a loud giggle and a slam of a door broke the almost silence in there.

Seconds later, Erica came through the living area singing on an old show-tune. The singing stopped when she was only a few feet from the couch. "Thanks for letting us use your room. I hope the couch was comfort..." She suddenly went silent. "Oh?" She lowered her voice. "Where did you sleep? I mean... If he's there?" Stiles could see her legs as she rounded the couch and obviously looked at him.

"I didn't... sleep." Derek sighed before he continued. "I need my bed back." Stiles wasn't sure if he could fake it any longer. He was about to alert them that he was awake when Derek again spoke. "Get your asses out of here." And after a little hesitation. "Yeah, you too Isaac."

Isaac was obviously about to protest, but he didn't get very far. "It's okay, he's sleeping. He won't bother me." Now Stiles knew that it was him Derek was referring to so he tried to make his breath sound relaxed and even.

For about ten minutes, Stiles listened to footsteps and whispers before he heard the front door close. He stayed still for another couple of minutes before he slowly lifted his head and looked around. He was alone in the room.

Still a little tired, Stiles looked at the clock. It was almost eight. He figured that Derek had gone to bed in his own room after kicking out the rest of the wolves. Stiles got up and snuck over to the bathroom. If Derek was awake he'd probably hear him regardless, but he still tried to be as quiet as possible.

After peeing and brushing his teeth, Stiles wondered if he should just leave. It was pretty clear to him that Derek didn't mind him being there, but he didn't want to sit there alone just waiting for the guy to come out of his room. He was still tired and contemplated on going back to sleep, but felt he was too antsy to actually succeed.

Derek was obviously not interested in anyone finding out about them. Maybe he was waiting until he was sure that the others had left and then he'd come back? Stiles decided to give him a few minutes. He sat down on the couch and checked his phone. There was a message from his dad telling him to be home by one. There were no explanation, and Stiles didn't want to ask.

Ten minutes later, Derek was still in his room. Stiles started humming a little. If Derek thought he was sleeping it could be a good reason for him to stay away. Nothing happened, so Stiles tried to come up with something that would bring Derek out. The table was empty except for a lonely glass of water. Stiles looked at it for a second before he reached his hand out and pushed it till it fell off. The sound of the glass shattering against the floor was bound to alert Derek that he was awake.

Another few minutes went by. Stiles stared at the door to Derek's room, expecting it to open any second. "Fuck it." Stiles said out loud to himself as he got up to clean up the mess. He wondered why Derek didn't show up, and was afraid that what happened last night was just another display of affection that was going nowhere.

Sick and tired of Derek's wishy-washy behavior, Stiles decided to take matter into his own hands. After picking up all the shards of glass and wiping up the water, he walked straight to the bedroom door. His heart was racing as he turned the knob.

-o-o-o-o-o-

Derek was lying on his bed staring into the air. The room was reeking with sex. He knew he should probably have changed the sheets but instead he just covered it up with the comforter and lied down on top of it.

He could hear Stiles get up and go to the bathroom. He heard him hum – so totally out of tune, it should have been illegal – and he was pretty sure Stiles did it to alert him that he was awake. When the glass shattered, Derek was about to get up but managed to stay put.

There was no doubt in his mind about what would happen if he went out there. Derek knew he would probably just go at it and fuck the guy senseless. It'd been so long and he could hardly contain himself. He was pretty sure Stiles wouldn't protest, even if he had showed no fear lately. The only reason he didn't, was because – and it was slightly disturbing – he felt an urge to caress and comfort Stiles before he had his way with him.

It wasn't only about sex anymore. He couldn't possibly go out there and pretend. Indulged in his own thoughts, Derek didn't even notice that the door opened. He startled when he looked up to see Stiles standing in the doorway.

"I couldn't sleep." Stiles took a few steps forward. "Derek, I understand the deal with the Alphas and humans and... you know, but I..." Before Derek's eyes, Stiles seemed to shrink a couple of inches. It looked like he was in pain and It was impossible to not be affected. Derek rubbed his eyes before he patted the bed. "Come."

Stiles only needed to take one more step before he was close enough to sit down on the edge of the bed. "I just, I, I want you to..." He put his hand on Derek's thigh. "Nobody needs to know. It'll be our secret. We can be good to each other."

When Stiles' hand moved to unbutton his jeans, Derek had to force himself to stay calm. His dick was not paying attention to his mind and it grew slowly inside his boxers as Stiles' fingers touched it briefly.

"I'm not very good at this, as you know." Stiles uttered before he leaned over and put his mouth to Derek's penis through the fabric. "This is my own choice." The words were slightly muffled since Stiles' lips were nipping on the waistband of Derek's underwear.

Stiles' skill-level on blow-jobs could still be improved, but he was definitely determined. The whole scenario in itself was so arousing that Derek had nothing to complain about. The moment Stiles managed to get the suction right, Derek had to push him off as he panted, "No, I'm gonna cum. No." He tried to calm himself.

Stiles looked disappointed but at the same time he seemed extremely pleased with himself. "I think I'm getting the hang of it. And I..." He turned away, blushing. "I think I like it."

All the defenses Derek had built up over the past few weeks crumbled in an instant. The fact that he'd cracked a couple of times and showed Stiles some affection was nothing compared to what happened in his head at the moment. It had nothing to do with the blow-job, but Stiles' boldness regarding it was a trigger.

"Stiles, no! You can do better. You don't want me. I'm gonna hurt you, over and over." Derek grabbed onto Stiles' shoulders and pulled him close. "You have no idea. You should, you should... Oh, crap! I don't want you to go, but you should."

Stiles managed to lift his head a couple of inches off Derek's chest. "You're probably right. But you can't hurt me anymore than you've done already." He tried to catch Derek's eyes. "I'm willing to play this game with your rules. The only demand I'll make is that you don't just leave."

Without warning Derek flipped them over so that he was on top. "I wanted to protect you. But I guess it's too late." His hands trembles slightly as he gently started to undress Stiles. He fought the urge to tear the clothes off, and he managed to go slow.

When Stiles lied there buck naked, Derek hurried to get out of his pants and underwear. With a heavy sigh, he lied down again and moved in for a kiss. "Oh, God, I don't know if..., erm, I will try not to..." He got cut off. Stiles stared up at him as he spoke. "NO! Don't even go there. I told you: Your rules. Please be yourself. The physical pain is... okay." Stiles was blushing but he didn't turn away. "I mean, I, oh just be you."

Derek could not concentrate with Stiles staring like that. He gave the guy a rap on the thigh. "Turn over." When Stiles didn't make any attempt to do so, Derek got a little surprised. If Stiles wanted to play this game, he should at least be able to take a direct order. Suddenly it struck him. Commandingly, he grabbed Stiles' butt-cheek and squeezed as hard as he dared. "Turn, Bitch."

This time Stiles did as he was told and Derek realized that no matter what he did, Stiles was in complete control. It actually felt good. And he realized that this could be an interesting relationship.

He wanted to drag it out, but without any release for weeks, Derek decided to just get it over with. They would have plenty of time to explore this new dynamic. As he prepped Stiles, Derek leaned over. "I'm gonna fuck you now, and you are gonna be a good boy and tell me how much you like it."

With his dick lubed up to the hilt he pushed forward and slid inside with ease. Stiles hitched his breath and whimpered a little but then he pushed back. "You like it rough? Tell me about it." Derek let his nails run over Stiles' back.

Stiles was quiet for another few seconds but as Derek was thrusting into him violently, he started talking frantically. "You're so good for me, ah, oh, yes. I love this, I love what you're doing to me." The moment Derek released his load up Stiles' ass he could hear Stiles panting into the pillow. "I love you."