The sheriff and his son spend some quality time together for the whole dinner time and bit more while watching TV in the sofa and talking mostly about his work. Even if some of the things he tells Stiles he really shouldn't because it's confidential. But he trusts his son.
Then the older man declares that it's already late and sends Stiles to bed while he goes to his own. Of course Stiles didn't fall asleep. He finally decided to call Derek. They haven't talked since he left in the previous day. After three rings, the wolf answers the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey" Stiles simply says.
"Oh, hey Stiles." His voice is neutral, not letting the other boy know his emotions beyond that something is obviously wrong.
"Is everything okay?" He tries, hoping Derek will just tell him everything's fine.
"Everything's fine."
Okay, maybe I didn't want him to tell me everything's fine, not like that, when obviously something's wrong. "No, it's not. What's wrong?"
Besides the fact that I woke up alone and the first thought that came to my mind is that you left me, and not just to spend the night in your own house. And realize how much that thought alone made my heart ache so much, I didn't think possible? Not much. But what he says is "Besides the fact that we are still no closer to finding a way to kill those stupid creatures and the whole day was a bust? And now we're researching some more in old books Deaton borrowed us, so if you don't mind…" I really am a jerk. I should apologize. Just say you're sorry Derek! He thinks, but nothing comes out.
After a few moments of silence, Stiles finally speaks "I don't know what happen, but I'm starting to think it's because of me. Have I done something wrong Derek?"
"I'm just under a lot of pressure right now. I can't let those things kill someone."
"Okay, but why are you being so mean to me, then? You don't need to be mean to research you know?" There's nothing but sorrow in his voice.
"Can we not have this conversation right now? We'll talk later." Derek states, not handling well the pain in the voice of the boy he has come to like so much. The fact that he's the one inflicting that pain only makes it worse. Derek just hangs up the phone without waiting for an answer.
Stiles is sitting in his bed, staring at the wall, taking in everything that just happened. A few minutes ago he was just fine, laughing with his father. Now he's on the verge of tears rolling down his face.
He looks back at his phone and angrily writes a message:
Stiles: The fuck was that? Call me right now and apologize. I'm serious!
He waits for an answer that doesn't come. So he just lies on his bed and tries to fall asleep.
Meanwhile in the Hale house, Derek disconnects the phone call, puts the phone back in his pocket and goes towards the table where the others and himself are researching only to find Scott and Isaac stare at him furiously while the twins would look everywhere but to him.
"What?" He asks.
" 'What'?!" Scott growls at him. "Dude, you had no right to talk to him like that. He really likes you and called you to know if you're alright and you shut him out and hung up the phone in his face?!"
"It's not of your business, Scott." He simply says, narrowing his eyes, warning him to back off.
"It is my business! He's my best friend! If you don't go over there and apologize to him I'm gonna kick your ass so hard you won't be able to sit down for the rest of your life!" Scott screams some more.
Derek's eyes widen at the boy's outburst, but he stays quiet.
"Derek. I'm gonna say this because I only want what's best for you. Get your sorry ass to Stiles house and give him a better apology than the best one you can think of. He only left without saying anything because he didn't want to wake you. Because you were exhausted. Stop moping around and actually talk to him!" Isaac states, facing his former alpha.
Derek just stares at the two boys for a few moments and then lets out a low growl. Without saying anything picks up his car keys and goes towards his Camaro.
Derek arrives at the Stilinski house and sees the sheriff's car in the driveway so he tries to go in through Stiles window.
He sees Stiles lying on his bed, with his back turned to Derek in the dark, but he knocks on the window nonetheless.
He notices a change in the boy's heartbeat, but he doesn't move.
"Como on Stiles. I know you're awake." He says, knowing he would hear. But the teen keeps still. "Are you gonna make me do this through the window? It's kind of uncomfortable out here, and cold. We need to talk."
Still without moving, Stiles says "You know what's not comfortable either? Being treated the way you treated me when I did nothing to deserve it. I have nothing to say to you right now."
Ouch. Okay. You can do this, just apologize. It has to be a damn good apology. "Just open the window please. At least hear me out. You don't have to talk. Just hear what I have to say."
A few moments go by and the boy doesn't move but then he sighs and gets up to let the man in. "I'm listening." Then he turns around and sits on his bed again.
Derek gets in the room and closes the window behind him. "Okay. I'm sorry I was such a douche to you earli-"
"That's the typical apology. You're going to say sorry for being a jerk, won't happen again, but with more words in the middle right? If that's all, I'd like t-" Stiles talks angrily, but Derek cuts him off.
"Just let me say this okay? Just let me finish." He says while pulling the desk chair so he can sit in front of the boy. "As I was saying… I'm sorry for being a douche earlier. But I'm a fool. I'm so afraid to lose you that I push you away without even realizing it. I can't take back what I've done, and I can't promise that it's not gonna happen again. Mostly because it probably will, but what I can promise, is that I will try really hard for it not to happen often." He says this without looking at Stiles, apparently finding his own hands way more fascinating.
But when he doesn't hear the other boy talk, he risks a peek. He finds a wide eyed boy staring at him. "That's not the apology I was expecting for." He finally says. Then he gives a soft chuckle. "That's a really shitty apology actually. You're basically telling me you're gonna treat me like that again and there's nothing we can do about it." He says, but keeps a smile on his lips.
Derek just looks at the teen like he just popped out of thin air.
"What?" Stiles asks.
"It's just… I wish I was more like you. So easily amused, and when you're amused you smile. And your smile is so genuine, so sweet and it has just the right amount of shyness. It's kind of the perfect smile that makes me smile too. Even if I don't want to, I have to. And…" Derek just stops talking like he's afraid of saying what he was gonna say next.
"And what?" Stiles whispers, wanting really bad to know the rest of what he was saying.
"And, I'm giving you the chance to walk out." He states, while staring at the ground. It hurts him more to say these words than to be stabbed by the creatures.
Stiles looks confused for a moment. Then his eyes widen. "Wait… what?! Derek… Look at me." He puts his hand on the man's chin to make him raise his head, and when he does Stiles places his hands on both sides of the wolf's face "I don't think I ever really had a chance. Not since the day I told you you could talk to me and you actually did. I was doomed to fall for you from the beginning. And I accept my condemnation with great pleasure."
Derek swallows hard before speaking. He stares directly into Stiles eyes. "I'm falling in love with you, Stiles."
The boy places their foreheads together and closes his eyes. "I'm falling in love with you too."
Derek suddenly pushes the boy to the bed while locking their mouths together with a passionate kiss. His left hand goes to Stiles hips while the other one goes to the back of his neck. The hand on the hip starts going up, under the shirt and Stiles releases a low moan.
Stiles gasps in surprise when he's pushed to the bed, but quickly recovers when his boyfriend's lips are on his and his hands all over. When he feels the hand on his hip go up and at the same time Derek biting his lower lip he can't help to moan.
Derek , moves from the boy's mouth, to his cheek, to his jaw, his neck and then his collarbone. He moves the hand that is in the boy's neck to the shirt so he can take it off. So he can taste more of Stiles. He manages to take it and continues his trail of kisses, going further down.
Author's note: I'm really sorry for the late update. I hope this makes up for it. Probably not… But pretty, pretty please tell me what you're thinking of it so far and what you'd like to happen next. Thank you for the follows and favorites on the story! And see you next chapter! Bye! :D