A/N: God, I love writing these stories.
Disclaimer: Still don't own Teen Wolf.
A day passes and Derek meets with Stiles after school in a café.
"So," Stiles starting another conversation, "you never told me why you fucked Danny and lied about it." He was still curious and it was bothering him extremely.
"I didn't fuck Danny."
"Don't pull that bullshit with me, Derek Hale. I saw it with my own eyes."
"He's a kitsune. A trickster. It's what he led me to believe."
"Don't tell me you were being serious when you thought that that was me."
"I was. He changed his form into yours. Well, your face at least."
"Derek…"
"Stiles, you didn't let me explain to you that other night," Derek was visibly hurt. "I was dead serious."
"You know how emotional I can get. You meant a lot to me," Stiles corrects himself, "mean. You mean a lot to me."
"I know."
"So," Stiles teases, "what else did you think about me having sex with you?"
"We didn't have sex!" Derek shouts. "You stopped the video at a crucial time when I noticed that he wasn't you because of how his abs kept constricting and they were like rock hard."
"Oh," Stiles whines, " you clearly liked his abs better since you clearly could tell that they weren't mine so I'm not good enough for you with these plain old abs." He lifts up his shirt.
Derek bites his lip, closes his eyes, trying to control himself. "I didn't say that. I want you," Derek tries to correct himself, "wanted you. But it wasn't you."
"Maybe I should hit up Danny for you, you know, when you break up with Jen," Stiles jokes.
"Stiles!"
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding," Stiles laughs, "I'd rather you not break up with Jen for that, so she breaks up with you."
"Asshole."
"Shithead."
"And just for the record, the reason why I backed away from Danny is that because I couldn't imagine being with another guy."
"Derek," Stiles looked at him in awe.
"Yeah," Derek confirmed Stiles' thought, "I went for Jen because I can't go for another guy. Because if I go for another guy, it won't be you. And you're the only guy for me."
"Break up with her," Stiles felt guilty, "break up with her right now."
"Stiles, you're not serious…"
"I'm so fucking serious. I want you. I want to be with you. I want to kiss you. I want to do things to you that no one's done before. Hell, Derek, I want you to take my virginity," he couldn't believe what he just said.
Derek smiles and feels his heart beat faster, but ignores it. "Have you been drinking again?"
"My tolerance is shit."
"Bullshit, you're not drunk. I would've smelled it on you by now," Derek grabs the boy by his shirt.
"Hey, don't you dare claw this shirt wide open," Stiles says. Even though I want you to so badly. He murmured that under his breath. Derek heard, but he simply ignored it again. He knew he couldn't just drop everything for Stiles again considering how unstable he was with his emotions. He felt bad for him, and he wanted to break up with Jen, but it wasn't the right thing to do.
"I gotta head home," Derek let him go.
"Why? So you can fuck Jen?" Stiles was just being annoying at this point.
"Bye, Stiles!"
Stiles was feeling a little bit happier that he was confronting the love of his life about his bad life choices, especially the fact that he chose a woman over him. Stiles was still single, because he still liked Derek… Should he go for someone again? Or… should he wait? He was driving himself insane. He got into Roscoe the Jeep and began to drive away from the coffee shop.
How can I get this boy back? It drove him crazy. Stiles pretty much got everything he wanted… It just so happens that the only thing he wants that he can't have… is Derek. Derek. Mother. Fucking. Hale.
"I just wanna kiss you," he wrote out in a text before backspacing it, like he did all the texts before. He felt guilty. What if Jen saw it? What would she say? What would she think? Would she break up with Derek? Fuck. She could break up with Derek. No, Stiles. What goes around comes back around. The boy's brain was driving him crazy.
He sees the typing bubble appear under Derek's name, which makes him happy that he is thinking about him at the same time that he was.
"Jen isn't home," Derek wrote, and followed up with, "so I can't fuck her."
"What a shame," Stiles replied back wittily.
"Wanna come over?"
"I like the sound of that."
"I'm not taking your virginity. Come over in an hour and we can watch a movie or something."
"Wouldn't she be home by then?"
"She was never gonna come over today anyway, she has night classes and I was just bullshitting you."
"Derek and Stiles night? Me likey."
"No. Hooking. Up."
"Maybe some alcohol?"
"Absolutely not."
"Maybe some cuddling?"
"Absolutely n— only if you're feeling cold."
"Be there in 15."
"Good."
Derek was happy Stiles was coming over as soon as possible. It made him happy that they were on good terms yet again and that he didn't fuck up this time. He wanted the boy more than anything still, but he still couldn't explain his feelings, so he continued to live his life and continued talking to Jen, which made Stiles upset. But he was happy to just have a little bit of Derek's heart back.
The doorbell rings and Derek opens the door to find Stiles in a t-shirt and ripped jeans. Perfect, he thought. Stiles walks in and he starts to shiver. "What's going on here?"
"My A/C is broken," Derek replies, as if he'd known this was a problem.
"Uh huh," Stiles sees through it. "This has been a problem recently?"
"Yeah, you haven't come over at all, so we haven't gotten a chance to catch up and talk about home and shit."
"Uh huh," Stiles says, still skeptical about it. He walks over to the thermometer and tries to turn it off. It turns off, and Derek sighs, and moves his crossed arms to his sides.
"Busted," Stiles yells, "I knew you wanted to cuddle with me."
"Who said I wanted to cuddle with you?"
"You said only if I was cold."
"I just like being in thirty degree weather," Derek explains, "what's wrong with that?"
"And I like to put my whole fist up my ass," Stiles mocks, "how about that?"
"That's impressive."
"Shut up."
"No, please, demonstrate."
"Oh, so now you wanna get all sexual?"
"I was mocking you."
"So you don't wanna see my ass?"
"I didn't say that."
Stiles smiled and kept quiet. These boys had it EXTREMELY bad for each other. Their blushes and their emotions towards each other only proved that they were so in love. It was hilarious.
"What movie do you wanna watch?"
"I wanna see The Notebook," Stiles replied.
"Yeah, right," Derek ignored the suggestion.
"How about some gay porn to get the mood going?"
"Please stop," Derek put his face in his hands.
"What?! It was a joke that time I swear."
"Uh huh," it was now Derek that was mocking Stiles.
"Hey," Stiles turns the volume down on an ad, "did you mean it?"
"What?"
"When you said I was the only guy you'd ever go for?"
"I mean," Derek shrugs and crunches his face as if he just smelled something bad.
"Shut up!"
"Of course you would be. I don't want any other guy."
"Good," Stiles flashes a smile, "because I don't want any other guy either. You're the one for me."
"You still realize I'm not breaking up with Jen right?"
"I'm not asking you to. I'm just stating that you and I are going to end up together. I just know it."
"Oh really?"
"Yup. Just like those romantic movies where people don't know they'll end up together… This isn't a movie, this is real life, so I'm just stating the fact that we're going to end up together. And that may be my hopeless romantic theory or…"
"Interesting theory."
"It may be the glass of whiskey I had before coming here."
"You didn't."
"I didn't," Stiles assured him.
They ended up watching The Mask, which they both agreed on since it was a classic, and Derek grabbed a blanket and made some popcorn. He put the blanket around Stiles but Stiles insisted that Derek gets under it as well, and there they were, shoulder to shoulder, eating popcorn from the same bowl, hands almost touching every damn time they go to grab some. Their hands accidentally interlock while reaching for the opposite sides of the bowl, and Stiles looks up at Derek's lips before Derek looks up to meet Stiles' eyes, and they just stay there for about fifteen seconds. Neither of them do anything. Derek was dying to touch and feel his lips again, and Stiles was trying extremely hard to not make Derek a 'cheater,' even though he totally had him first.
They eventually break free when Derek asks if he wanted a glass of water. And Stiles softly nods. Derek comes back and they stayed under the blanket for a while, until the movie was over. Stiles had collapsed on Derek's shoulder.
"Stiles," Derek whispered, unsure if Stiles was faking his sleep. "Stiles," again, no answer to both times. He was so close to the boy yet so far from where he was right now. He kept sniffing his hair and it made him want to kiss him even more. He brings his arm back to put it around him, Stiles' head falls on his chest and he simply whimpers, "no, Derek!" Don't move your arm away, Derek heard the boy's tone. It drove Derek's heart insane. This boy drove him CRAZY. His emotions were crazed, all because of a boy named Stiles Stilinski.
Derek answers, "Sorry," Stiles moans, "gotta get you to bed."
"You're my bed," Stiles softly says. Derek gives in.
"I'm your bed," Derek lets him sleep on his chest. He moves both of their legs up so that he was the big spoon again, leaving Stiles' head on his chest. He stared at him all night long. Stiles woke up early morning when Derek assured him that he hadn't slept all night.
"You're a beautiful sleeper."
"That's not creepy."
"Good morning."
"Morning. You should make me breakfast."
"So now Stiles wants to be demanding huh?"
"Well, you cuddled with me."
"You didn't wanna leave my side."
"You didn't either, Hale."
They smile at each other. They both check their phones, Derek sees no text from Jen from the night before. He gets a little worried and asks if she's alright. Stiles got a text from Scott, which was unusual considering they don't talk that much anymore.
"Hey," the text read, "Danny's gone rogue."
"What happened," Stiles texts back.
"He and I had some disagreements." Stiles awaits the next text. "He started fighting me out of nowhere and his eyes were glowing."
"Uh oh. What color?"
"Green."
Stiles sighs, "that's not Danny," he texts back. "That's the kitsune."
"We're all in trouble aren't we?" Scott asks.
"I'll tell Derek," Stiles responds.
"Everything okay?" Derek asks the now-worried Stiles.
"Yeah," Stiles calmly says, "Danny's on the run."
"I thought he had an agreement with Scott?"
"I thought so too, but the kitsune apparently didn't, or decided to trick him or whatever."
"Fuck."
"What?"
"Shit," Derek starts to pace around.
"What?!" Stiles tries to follow him and calm him down.
"Jen hasn't texted me back," Derek seemed nervous.
"I'm sure she's got other things to worry about than you."
"No, you asshole," Derek breathes, "what if Danny got to her…"
"Why would he do that?"
"To mess with me, to mess with us, clearly," Derek explains, "he already has."
"I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation for all of this and it doesn't have to include anyone's death, especially not—"
Another window of Derek's loft suddenly crashes which makes the boys duck, and in comes a tree branch beside Danny, with Jen's body being the next victim of the earth kitsune.
A/N: Poor Jen, she probably didn't even experience the 100% of Derek Hale. *cries for her* *smiles for Stiles* omg you guys, SMILES FOR STILES! Totally claiming that username on Tumblr. ;)
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