"Stiles...Stiles!"
"What?!" Stiles head snapped towards Scott. Was he talking?
"Were you even listening?" Scott looked like a hurt puppy. Stiles didn't mean to zone out, it just sort of… happened.
"Yeah," Stiles was a great liar. "You were telling me about… Allison?" He voice rose when he mentioned her name. Scott rolled his eyes, taking a bite of his sandwich.
"No, I wasn't. What's up with you? You've been out of it for a few days. Is it because of…" He leaned closer to Stiles, looking around. "Derek?" He whispered.
Stiles flinched. "NO! I-I mean, kinda. I just… Don't know what to do!" He threw his hands back, trying to be dramatic.
"About what?" Stiles jumped at the voice in his ear. The only voice that could make his hair stand on it's ends, make chills go down his spine, make a fire start somewhere inside him until it spread throughout.
"English. You still haven't given me back my folder." Stiles felt Derek's body brush up against his as he sat down next to Stiles. He was too close. Way too close. Arm brushing against Stiles', leg bumping next to Stiles'...
"And I haven't gotten back my shirt." Derek was leaning into Stiles, body visibly shifting. His words were quiet, but loud enough for Scott to hear. Stiles didn't need to look at Derek to know he was smirking. Showing some sort of I know what you did look. Which was impossible, but somehow he knew. He knew that when Stiles was thinking about him Saturday night, he got turned on.
Then Derek actually came over - just when Stiles thought he wasn't - and he had this look like he knew. He was smiling and he could probably just smell what Stiles had done.
Then again, Stiles could just be imagining it.
"It's in the wash." Shit, Stiles could feel his face heating up.
"Jesus! Can't you two flirt somewhere else!" Scott rolled back in his seat. "And Derek, please don't sit so close to your boy toy. You do have a girlfriend, need I remind you!" Stiles tensed up. He hated to think about that. He tried not to. He loved the moments he had with Derek. He loved seeing him in the halls and in class. He loved texting him and inviting him over. He loved that he spent the entire weekend with him.
But he hated to think about truths. The truth being his dad worked all weekend. The truth being Derek didn't talk to Kate or his father. They might have felt that everything was perfect, but it was far from it.
"Uh, sorry. I didn't mean…" Scott was stuttering away over on his side of the table. Stiles was getting caught up in his thoughts. He figured everything was just going to click into place but what did he want to happen?
It wasn't like Derek was going to leave Kate.
"I've got to get to class," Stiles grabbed his things, brushing Derek off while he stood up. He craved the smallest touches, but he couldn't show it.
He liked Derek. He like him so much that it was beginning to hurt. He hated this feeling but wanted more of it! Why couldn't things be simple?
Derek stood up. "I'll come with-"
"No! Your fine. Stay and finish your lunch." Stiles turned his back on the table. He felt bad for leaving Scott by himself, but he was a man! He could deal with a little alone time. Besides, Allison would probably join him any minute.
Derek let out a noise behind him. Stiles couldn't tell if it was a laugh or a sigh of frustration. "I wasn't eating anything."
Stiles walked and listened the the soft sound of Derek's footsteps behind him. He loved that Derek didn't listen to him. Well, he 99.9% of the time hated it, but for this .1%, he liked it.
It meant that Derek wanted to walk with him. It meant that Derek actually liked spending time with Stiles and it wasn't just his imagination.
Stiles got to his locker and leaned his head on it. "W-" He started.
What am I to you?
Could he ask that?
"Where are you heading now?" Stiles swallowed. He knew the answer to that. Derek usually only went to one of three places during lunch - the lunchroom, library, or field. Considering they were just at the lunchroom and Derek didn't have any work to do, he was heading to the-
"Field." Stiles smiled. Of course.
"I'll meet you out there." Stiles started putting in his combination.
"I can just wait for you." Derek leaned against the locker. Stiles eyes flashed up to Derek's. It was the first time he had actually looked at Derek. He didn't want to look away. Derek actually seemed to be smiling…
"What do you look so happy about?" Stiles said jokingly. He opened his locker, grabbing a few folders. He felt his pulse quicken and his breathing increase. It's like he knew what Derek was going to do before he actually did it. His arm was already heating up in the spot Derek touched. Heat that flooded his body making him crave more. He closed his eyes, swallowing hard.
Derek didn't reply, he just seemed to be getting closer. Was it just Stiles imagination? No, he was definitely leaning in. He couldn't tear his eyes away. He watched as Derek's frame leaned in, closer and closer.
Then it happened. Just like back in the coffee shop. Barely there at first, but then Derek was pushing, getting closer, holding Stiles' face still this time making Stiles ease into the touch.
He was able to forget everything, just like last time. It was only Derek and Stiles. Derek kissing him softly, gently.
Stiles pulled away, keeping his eyes closed. He knew Derek had a hurt look on his face from Stiles pulling away, so he spoke up before the Alpha could say anything. "Let's skip school tomorrow."
"What?" Stiles could hear the concern in Derek voice. He opened his eyes. Derek was only a few centimeters away from his face, not even bothering with the idea of personal space. It was cute.
"Let skip school. We could walk in the woods, play games at my place, I could cook you lunch!" Stiles was getting excited. This actually sounded really really fun. Derek laughed.
"I'll make you lunch." Derek kissed him again. Derek cooking? Derek naked wearing nothing but an apron? Mmmm… Sounded good to Stiles.
"My dad leaves around 8 so just come over then." Stiles was smiling. He couldn't help it as Derek continued to kiss him, hands going lower than Stiles expected but still higher than where he wanted them. The bell made them both jump away from each other.
Derek was grinning like a fool. "I'll text you." He said before walking off down the hall. Stiles could only stare after him. Derek threw his head behind him one last time, grinning when he noticed Stiles was still watching him.
He could only blush, close his locker and storm off to class. He wasn't embarrassed that Derek caught him staring. He wasn't.
But he did want the day to be over already. He wanted tomorrow to come and to be able see Derek…
"Stiles! Man, pay attention here." Scott was poking his side. He wasn't really paying attention and he didn't want to be.
"Thanks…" Stiles put down a plate in front of his father. There was an awkward silence. This was the first time he had spent more than five minutes in the same room with his dad. It was awkward to say the least.
He just looked like he had a terrible day, then Stiles cooked him a low-calorie meal, much to his father's distaste.
He wanted to say something… but what should he say?
"So…" Stiles voice was a little high. He coughed slightly. "How was your day?"
"There are just somethings that happen for the better… and some for the worst." Stiles knew he wasn't talking about his day. This conversation had taken a turn. "I'll tell you them one day. Just, I don't want you with that Hale boy."
"Dad, he's not just that Hale boy. He's Derek. He's my friend." Stiles hated saying friend but that was the only word he could think of. What was he to Derek? He didn't want to even think about that subject.
His father put down his fork harshly. He didn't say anything for a while. What was there to say?
"Why can't you just tell me now? What is so important about the Hales that you don't want me to know?" Stiles was beyond frustrated. He didn't see the point in hiding things anymore. His mom was gone and never coming back. What's done is done.
"I just… I miss her so much." Stiles felt the weight of his fathers words and knew the feeling all too well. He regretted even talking about this.
"I didn't mean it." Stiles found himself saying as he shifted the broccoli on his plate.
"Didn't mean what?" Stiles looked up, seeing the light hit his father's glassy eyes.
"That I don't trust you, because I do." Stiles took a deep breath. "I trust you. Maybe not as much as before, but I still do. You'll still be there during my shitty lacrosse games. I know I'm not the best kid, I get that. I don't even know why Scott puts up with me. Or Derek. They're both great. And you. You are a great father. You don't need to keep anything from me. I understand things get rough, but she was my mom. Your wife. We both lost someone. Try and think about how I feel.
"And I'm not saying you didn't, because I know you did. You were thinking about how hard it would be to tell me that my mom was murdered because she missed me. That's why you were speeding. She asked you to. But it's neither of our faults."
A heavy silence left neither of them talking. Stiles had run out of things to say.
"Why won't they admit it? They killed her. I don't want you to be around liars." Stiles clenched his hands into fists under the table.
"How does that make you any different? You lied to me - are you forgetting that?" Stiles waited for a reply that never came. He only looked up to make sure his dad had hear him but with just one glance, Stiles knew he had heard. He looked exactly like Stiles had punched him. He didn't say anything. There was nothing more to say.
Stiles took his father's plate and his to the kitchen. He thought he heard his father whisper, "I love you, Son."
Stiles did the dishes that night and went to bed without another word uttered between the two.
Stiles was so glad he wasn't being awoken by the sound of an alarm for the first Thursday since his last break, which had been way too long. He didn't want to open his eyes in the slightest, he could already see the sun peeking through his closed eyelids.
He went to roll over onto his side only to hit something hard and with a loud smack!
He heard the rough sound of a deep voice. Did he just hit someone?
"Shit." Stiles sat up roughly, looking over to his side letting out a relieved sigh. It was just Derek…
Stiles nearly jumped out of bed. Just Derek?! What the hell was he doing here? He most certainly wasn't there a few hours ago!
"Calm down." Derek's voice was extra deep and groggy for this time in the morning. Stiles swallowed. It was kind of a turn on. "It's ten, you told me to come over at eight. I parked around the corner. Your dad left…" It sounded like he was just throwing out his thoughts. Derek's eyes were still closed and his body still. He was awake… Right?
Stiles leaned over Derek. His fingers hovered over Derek's lips before moving up slightly to go under his nose. He was at least breathing, Stiles could feel the slight puffs of air.
"Mmm…. Smells good, like Stiles... My Stiles." Derek clearly wasn't separating his dream world from the real world. Stiles pulled his fingers away.
Derek was so... Beautiful like this. He was calm and face even, not tension filled like usual. He had slightly more color than he normally did and his hair going in a few different directions. He wasn't wearing a shirt and burrowed himself under Stiles' comforter. He looked peaceful.
Stiles licked his lips unconsciously. He wanted to kiss him. It was an aching feeling in his chest that clouded rational thought. Would it be okay? Well, Derek's asleep...
He leaned over the other man, heart pounding. He looked to be in a deep sleep.
Stiles wet his lips again before softly brushing them over Derek's.
He could feel the heat as he pressed harder. It was like he was searching for a reaction that wasn't there. He wanted to feel Derek's lips pressed against his with the same amount of force if not more...
He gently brought his hand up to cup Derek's soft cheek. He really looked peaceful, opposite of what people think of when someone says Alpha. But that was Derek. Completely unlike anything Stiles was expecting.
Stiles ran his tongue over the dry, soft texture of Derek's lips.
He should stop...
Stiles slowly went to pull away only to feel a hand grab the back of his head and bring him closer. His mouth connected with Derek's once again only this time, the man was clearly awake.
Stiles flashed open his eyes seeing straight into the red of Derek's. He clearly triggered something. Stile could barely breath, not even think.
His mind was becoming completely clouded with nothingness and only the feeling of Derek's body under his. Derek slid his tongue into Stiles' mouth easily and Stiles didn't even hide the moan that left him.
All he could do was push back - this couldn't be happening. He was supposed to be asleep!
Derek moved back until his lips were hovering slightly over Stiles', both of them already out of breath.
"I thought you were asleep." Stiles practically whispered.
Derek shifted under him. "I was."
"You weren't supposed to wake up. Dormant Derek." Derek let out a puff of air in a soft laugh.
"Not anymore." They were sharing the same breath. "Can I?"
Stiles licked his lips again, this time hitting Derek's purposely. "Can you what?"
"Kiss you." Stiles felt his heart skip.
"Why are you asking?" Stiles laughed but was give not time to say anything witty because there was Derek. When he said kiss, he didn't have something innocent in mind. He pushed Stiles' chin down with his fingers then covered his mouth. It was unlike anything he had ever done with another person. It was surreal.
Derek ran his tongue over the roof of Stiles' mouth sending shivers down his spine. Stiles put both his hands on Derek's chest. His skin felt warm. He could feel the defined muscles on Derek's chest and stomach. He heard the Alpha groan as Stiles rubbed circles into the tough skin. Stiles pulled back.
"Do you… I mean, could we… Well, we don't have to. You know what? Never mind." Stiles stood up off the bed. He was an idiot. He was taking things too far. Derek was clearly experienced and definitely not a virgin. He probably wouldn't want to do it with an Omega. He would prefer his mate, Kate. "Sorry, I'll make us breakfast."
He started to walk down the stairs only to be stopped by a rough hand throwing him onto the bed.
"Wha-" Derek was on his again, this time he was pushing his chest into Stiles' making sure their bodies were touching. He was sloppy, rushed, and harsh. "S-Slow down…"
Stiles was pushing at Derek, trying to bring him back to his senses. He heard the piercing sound of fabric being torn and looked to see his favorite sleep shirt in pieces. He could only watch breathlessly as Derek started kissing his chest, eyes meeting Stiles' as he sucked on the skin. Derek had lost it. Whatever control he had over his wolf was gone. His eyes were a dark red, pupils blown wide and clouded full of lust.
It was by far the hottest thing Stiles had ever seen. Derek moved Stiles' legs open, working his way in between them. Stiles didn't even feel Derek undoing the buttons on his pants until the pressure was suddenly gone.
"Ohmigod! I - fuck! I don't usually sleep commando but I did last night! I- I just-" Stiles' face was heating up. This was horribly embarrassing.
Derek kissed him again, gentle and soft this time. "I think it's hot." Derek kissed down Stiles' neck. "If you want me to stop, say it now." His voice was deep, deeper than Stiles had ever heard it.
"I don't… b-but…" Stiles shivered as Derek's tongue lapped at the nape of his neck.
"But?" Derek's breath was hot.
"I-I'm a virgin." Stiles felt his face heating up again as he closed his eyes tightly. He couldn't face Derek after saying something so embarrassing.
Derek's hands gripped roughly at Stiles' sides, pulling him down to kiss him yet again. "So am I."
Stiles pulled back, eyes snapping open. "What?!" He practically yelled. "But Kate?"
Derek growled, and not the growl he wanted to hear. "Don't mention her."
"Derek, we shouldn't. She's your-"
Derek took the words out of his mouth, sucking and pulling at Stiles' tongue. "Don't mention her." His voice was rough and harsh, meaning every word. "Stiles, you're everything she's not. Remember when you came over? You fell asleep in my bed. You didn't care that I was an Alpha. I was just a person to you, not some Alpha you had to impress. No one has ever treated my like that. That's why I like you."
Stiles sucked in his breath. "You like me?" Oh God, Stiles was losing it.
"Yeah…" Derek pulled back, eyes meeting Stiles. "I don't care what my father says. I like you. If I'm moving too fast we can stop. When you made that face, my wolf couldn't handle it. My instincts took over. I'm sorry." Derek was very talkative today.
"Wait, your wolf is okay with this… With me?" Stiles had to ask. His wolf shouldn't be okay with this. His wolf should be telling him to stop, to go back to his mate - to Kate.
"Very okay." Derek pushing his hip into Stiles' thigh making his mind go blank as he didn't even hide a moan.
"Oh my- Yo-You're hard." Stiles' heart was racing. He felt something sifting in his stomach, a need and lust was filling his body. It was out of impulse that his hips rose, meeting the lower part of Derek's stomach.
And that was it. No more talking between the two - just doing.
Bit of a cliffhanger :) sowy!
I won't wait a week to post again - sorry. No real excuse, just started classes up again and picked up a new hobby. My apologies. I will post the rest soon, I just wanted to give you guys something because of the long wait.
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