A/N: So, I've been taking this really slow and I realized that I was coming up on 100 pages and I've had no action whatsoever and kinda gasped. This chapter is to remedy that with a good dose of smut. I hope that'll satisfy yalls for the time being until I get to the really good stuffs.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Teen Wolf

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Stiles slumped back against the wood of the door as soon as he'd said good night to Derek. He really needed to stop getting so emotional about everything. His business was his business and it wasn't right making Derek worry like that. He shouldn't have to offer to listen, he shouldn't have to worry about Stiles, and Stiles didn't deserve any of that kind concern.

Stiles slid to the ground, his head in his hands. This was getting a little out of hand. He'd thought they'd been making progress towards being friends but as soon as he saw the worry and confusion in Derek's eyes he realized that perhaps he'd let this all get too personal. Perhaps it wasn't "friendship" he'd been steering towards.

Taking deep breaths Stiles calmed himself. In. Out. Breathe.

Several long minutes passed before he could think rationally again but eventually he managed to pick himself up off the carpet and drag himself out of his clothes and into the bed. Once he'd fully settled into the clothes he used for a pillow he silently tried to hash out exactly what it was that he was feeling and what he was going to do about it.

For one: Derek was the most attractive, caring, and interesting man he'd ever met in his life. Yet, two: there was no way in hell Stiles could ever let Derek know of his seemingly extreme attraction towards him. And, three: if Stiles really is attracted to Derek like that then he'd have to keep it completely under wraps which meant no flirting, no innuendos, and no crowding. The last time he'd had a crush of this magnitude it'd been on a pretty, strawberry blonde genius with an evil streak a mile long. That hadn't gone well. So definitely with the keeping it to himself then.

That didn't mean that he couldn't dream though.

Laying there, thinking about all the days he'd been with Derek, talking to him, occasionally brushing up against him (on accident of course…totally), simply being in his presence, made his blood pump just a bit harder, made his breathing deepen just a bit slower, and had his skin heating just a bit hotter.

The way Derek moved like he was conscious of every fiber of carpet he walked on, the way his voice rumbled just a bit deeper when he was please, the way his eyes seemed to flash in the light when the sun hit them just right, all of it, made Stiles shiver with want.

Slowly, quietly, Stiles flattened his hand against his chest, biting at the knuckles of his other hand to make sure he remained quiet. It wasn't hard to imagine one of Derek's hands, warmer and slightly tougher than Stiles', in place of his own hand as he smoothed it across his chest, lightly trailing the tips of his fingers of one nipple, biting his knuckle to keep a moan from escaping. Gently he teased himself, tracing his pert nipple lightly before giving it a harsh pinch. The rush of pleasure that shot throughout his body made him moan deep in his throat, the sound somehow making him even more excited when he thought about Derek being in the other room, how he might hear him if he were too loud.

The front of his boxers slowly tented as his cock fattened up against his thigh, lying sideways so he had room to move his hand away from the blanket and mattress just in case he left a stain. The fabric felt almost too rough against the sensitive head, making bite a little harder at his finger. He let his fingers linger a little longer on his nipples, teasing them into hard peaks, before trailing lower, brushing through the treasure trail below his belly button. The elastic band slid away as he hooked his thumb under the edge and finally let his dick pull free of the fabric.

The head of his dick was leaking slightly, precum dewing the top enough to slick over the tip with his fingertip. The sensation was so intense Stiles simply sucked his index and middle fingers into his mouth, sucking on them to keep his tongue occupied. He wanted so desperately to wrap his hand around himself and jerk himself to completion but the temptation to go slow and imagine it was Derek doing it to him was too great.

In his mind's eye he could see Derek, his well-worn grey Henley stretching over his muscles as he moved and his fingers pressed slightly harder against the tip, smearing the precum that flowed forth down the underside of his cock. The image of Derek's mouth, smiling at something Stiles said or opening to receive a bite of food had Stiles sucking harder at his fingers, his tongue sliding between the digits. What finally got his hand to close around his shaft was the memory of warmth from Derek's body whenever he'd brush by, touching him on accident or on purpose.

Stiles could imagine the way Derek's hand would be strong and sure, gripping him tight in his fist and slowly jerking him. After all of three seconds Stiles had to wrench his fingers from his mouth, unable to breath simply through his nose and drew in panting breaths. The images and fantasies flashing through his mind made him whine in the back of his throat. The thought that Derek was in the next room made Stiles' body clench, his hand flying over his dick. His wet fingers added more slide as he put both hands on himself and the extra sensation had his balls drawing up.

Quickly he kicked the blanket off and turned onto his stomach, back arching as he came all over his hands and stomach. Stiles collapsed back against the bed as if his strings had been cut, panting open-mouthed into the air. He couldn't remember the last time he'd come so hard he'd seen stars like that. The buzz of the afterglow lasted long minutes, making his mind fuzzy and slow. It took him a bit to unclench his fist from around his soft dick and grimace at the tack of his cum as it slowly dried against his skin. Well, at least it was easy enough to clean up with the boxers he kicked off, making sure he didn't miss anything and risk leaving evidence behind.

Once Stiles was thoroughly clean and cum free he reached over the side of the bed and dragged a clean pair from his bag up his legs so he was at least clothed if Derek decided to wake him up in the morning. After he was once again covered by his blanket he allowed his exhausted, blissed-out mind to slip into unconsciousness.

When Derek woke up he could already hear Stiles awake in his room, moving about and tugging on zippers. Moving quickly he brushed his teeth and made his way out to the kitchen so he could see what he might be able to prepare for breakfast now that they had food. He was staring into the fridge when Stiles' door was yanked open and Stiles spilled out into the living room.

"Ow! Damn it. Holes in jeans, tripping, ow. Toe." Derek heard Stiles mutter.

"I'm not really sure what…" Derek began to say as he turned to watch Stiles walk into the kitchen but froze, nostrils flaring as he got a good whiff of the boy.

Stiles froze as Derek did, hands out as if bracing himself for something.

"What?! Is there something wrong? Am I about to step on something? Is there something on my face?" Stiles asked really quickly without moving.

Derek quickly shook his head and closed the fridge, going over to the cupboards on the other side of the kitchen to grab his usual glass on autopilot.

"Uh, no, it's nothing. I was just lost in thought for a moment. Go ahead and prepare anything you'd like for breakfast." Derek assured him quickly as he filled his cup to the brim and quickly downed it in three gulps.

Derek couldn't see what Stiles was doing but he didn't have to. In fact, he didn't even need his sense of hearing to tell where Stiles was, scent alone would give the boy away. As soon as the boy had stepped into the kitchen the scent of cum and arousal seemed to drench the air, choking Derek. The scent of Stiles was so strong, so alluring that it had shocked Derek through and through. What was worse though was his wolf's reaction: the strong urge to lunge at the boy and rub himself all over him, scent him and leave his own scent of spunk behind. It had nearly overwhelmed Derek and the only thing that had stopped him was the concentration it took to process Stiles' words, to hear the sounds of his voice so he didn't accidentally give in to his wolf and expose himself in more ways than one.

Once Derek was firmly back in control of himself, breathing in through his mouth and not his nose, he turned around to face the boy who was currently pulling fruits and yogurt from the fridge.

"I was thinking a fruit salad from breakfast. It's fast and healthy and gives us the energy we need for the work we need to get done today. What do you think? That sound ok with you?"

It took Derek a moment to realize Stiles was actually talking to him and not to thin air since he was so concentrated on the sound of Stiles' voice and not on his actual words.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, that's fine. Go ahead and make whatever you want. I'll eat pretty much anything you make." Derek confirmed and cleared his throat before grabbing another glass of water and chugging it down to cover his awkwardness.

Derek sat down at the table and watched Stiles work, watching the way he cut each apple, peach, and melon. It was almost mesmerizing watching the boy move. Derek could see the barely restrained energy in each movement and could hardly keep up with his answering grunts at every sentence or question Stiles threw his way. When Stiles finally sat two bowls of yogurt and fruit on the table Derek was completely lost at what to do or say.

"You feeling alright buddy? You look kind of spooked." Stiles asked as he sat down across from Derek, back facing the living room.

"Uh, no, I'm fine. Just…mornings. I'm a little slow sometimes to wake up." Derek said quickly, picking up his fork and stabbing a grape to shove in his mouth.

Stiles raised one eyebrow but just shrugged and started eating as well. They were more than halfway done when Derek finally registered everything that Stiles had been saying before.

"You know, we can take it easy today if you'd like. Everything in the left side of the garage requires heavy lifting and since we've been working so hard these past couple of days it'd be nice to have a down day. Besides, it's Saturday. We should just do…stuff." He finished awkwardly.

Stiles stared at him in contemplation, head tilting as he went over things in his head. Finally he shrugged and nodded.

"Alright, sounds good to me. We can pick it up next week or whenever we decide to clean again."

"Cool. Is there anything you want to do today then?"

Stiles shrugged. "I dunno. I never have any down time so usually I just sleep or go to the library to job hunt."

Derek nodded. "Well, I know that new superhero movie just came out and there's a theater not twenty miles from here."

"Oh! You mean the one with the lasers and robots in it?!" Stiles exclaimed, hands doing a little windmill in his excitement.

"Yeah, that one. I'm willing to pay for the ticket and snacks if you'd go with me."

Stiles face quickly went from its usual creamy, pale color to a bright pink. "Uh, yeah, I…uh…that sounds good. Totally…good."

"You ok?" Derek asked, putting his fork into his empty bowl and reaching over towards Stiles' fidgeting hand, touching his knuckles lightly.

Stiles jumps a little but doesn't pull away. "Uh, yeah, I'm fine. I'm just not used to going anywhere with anyone, especially not with someone who would pay for me and ask me so nicely. It's, uh, kinda cool."

Derek watched him trip over his words and couldn't help but feel his heart thump a little harder and his cheeks get a little warmer.

Derek clears his throat and nods, still not pulling his hand away. "Well, it'll be a good thing to get you used to it."

Somehow Stiles' face manages to burn a little brighter, flushing a deeper red and Derek replays what he just said in his head and can't help but feel like a complete and utter fool.

"Uh, wait, that sounded…that came out wrong. I meant that…you should have someone to go out with…wait…that still sounds wrong." Derek just gives up and buries his face in his hand, finally pulling his other hand back.

Before he can fully pull away Stiles' fingers catch his and Derek peeks at him from between his fingers, his face now just as red as Stiles'. So much for subtlety. He really sucked at this "conversation" thing.

"Uh, I know what you mean. It's ok, I totally get it. That wording though, kinda hilarious." Stiles chuckles and squeezes his fingers before retreating again.

Derek breathes deeply for a few more seconds before lowering his hand and staring at Stiles who is pointedly not looking at him although if the shifting of his eyes mean anything, it clearly looks like he wants to. It's kind of endearing actually.

And the fact that it's endearing scares Derek a little, making him jolt from his relaxed state into a more alert manner. How had he let himself get so lost all of a sudden? Was he drunk on the scent of Stiles or something? It was frightening how just a month ago he was swearing up and down that he'd never let himself get close to another human being ever again and yet here he was, flirting with one. Although, this one was quite a bit different than the last. Human all the same though.

"Uh, right. I'm going to take care of the dishes. You can go get…washed up." Derek said gruffly, quickly pushing his chair back and gathering up the bowls, dumping them in the sink and running the water.

"Right. I'll…go shower then. I…uh. Yeah." Stiles said awkwardly but Derek didn't turn to watch him as he quickly pushed away from the table and retreated back to the guest bedroom.

As soon as he heard the door to the bathroom close and lock he shut off the water and ran to his room, fumbling for his phone plugged in on his night stand. Quickly he pulled up his contacts and dialed the first number there.

"Derek?"

"Laura, I don't know what to do."

A/N: Well, this was fun to write! The next chapter was even more fun to write. Teehee. Be dangled off this cliff for a couple of days until I get around to posting the next bit. Can't have things going too quickly!

Honestly though, I've been getting the best reviews and yall's support is just the best thing ever, knowing that I can at least provide a story that'll be read even by a few people. Originally I hadn't wanted to post this in chapters since I've done that with all my other stories but I get really down about my writing, feeling like I'm not doing anything worth-while and decide to post chapters that way if it doesn't do well then I'll just scrap the idea and move on. Yall's support has kept this going. Thank you all so, so much. ~hearts~