A/N: So chapter ten had arrived. Thank you all for the love and reviews as this story has continued to grow.

Can You Please Put On Some Pants

The silence in the room seemed to stretch as they watched Scott walk out of the room. After a few minutes passed Stiles realized that he was still handcuffed to his bed, naked, as his lover stood across the room. As soon as the word lover passed through his mind he wondered if that was what Derek actually was. What if Derek only wanted this for a night, what if he had just said everything to put Stiles at ease just so he could get off? The thoughts made his breath come out in quick puffs, his chest tightening as panic began to set in.

He really didn't want to have a panic attack over this especially one where he couldn't leave. He began frantically pulling at the handcuffs as he fought to catch even a small amount of air in his lungs. Hearing his name being called he tried to listen to it but the only thing he could focus on was the fact that he couldn't breathe.

He had come to care for Derek way more than he should have, and it was quite possible Derek felt nothing in return. Breaths still coming fast he felt his hands be released from their metal prisons one at a time. Sitting up quickly he backed away from the man sitting in front of him.

As soon as his back reached the headboard his eyes were searching for his clothing, that he had randomly threw off the moment he had stepped into his bedroom. He tried to avoid looking at Derek as much as he could through the whole process though. Spotting his pants by his closet door he scrambled up and made his way towards them, pulling them on without even looking for his boxers.

"Stiles, I need you to talk to me, what's wrong?" Hearing the concern in Derek's voice did nothing to calm Stiles down, if fact it really pissed him off. Why was he still here, couldn't he just leave him alone. He didn't care, no one cared. Scott was too busy messing around with Allison, his dad was too busy with work, no one cared, including Derek.

"Get out!" Stiles yelled as soon as his breath began to return to him. The fact that it was a common occurrence for no one to care, making him calm down a little bit. It was normal there was no reason for him to freak out about it. That didn't make it hurt an less though. Looking up he realized that Derek wasn't moving from the spot he stood in, his eyes locked on Stiles. Concern was etched in his gaze as well as bewilderment, Stiles knew he probably looked crazy but it really didn't matter.

"Stiles…what…I…" Listening to him trying to form a sentence and the sadness in his voice as he considered what was wrong was enough to break Stiles a little more. Tears began coming before he even knew what was happening, the wetness on his cheeks burning as they fell from his eyes. It only took a few seconds before Derek was standing in front of him, his hands going for his face beginning to brush the tears away.

"Why can't you just leave already, everyone else does, why can't you?" He felt dumb for crying like a five year old but no matter how hard he tried to stop the tears it just seemed impossible. The feeling of Derek running his thumb over his cheekbone though was a comforting feeling, though it of course led to more confusion. Stiles had given him a free pass, he had told him to leave, yet the werewolf was still there. Hell Derek was trying to help him and find out what was wrong; all of it was just so confusing.

Feeling the strong arms wrap around him he looked up, as soon as he looked up his eyes were locked with Derek's bright blue eyes. It was obvious by the emotions portrayed in them that Derek cared, but Stiles just didn't understand why. Stiles was weak, and human, and he wasn't a werewolf with superhuman moves and what not like Derek and Scott were…so why did Derek care about him?

"I already told you, I don't care about anything else, I just want to be with you. I'm not going anywhere, so just tell me what's wrong and we'll figure it out. Is it Scott, cause Scott doesn't care about this…your dad's cool with it too, so I'm not seeing the problem." How Derek could be so cool with all this was beyond Stiles, he couldn't even wrap his brain around the fact that a hot werewolf wanted to be with him, yet Derek was so cool with it.

"…Can you please put on some pants…" It was a little awkward with the fact Derek was standing in front of him wanting to make things work when he was standing completely naked, but it was just a bit distracting. Looking over the naked body that stood before him all thoughts of their previous activities began rushing back to his brain. All the sounds that Derek had made, how it felt to have inside of him, gipping his hips, looking into his eyes as he loomed above Stiles. It was all too much and Stiles could already feel himself begin to harden once more.

He could feel a blush begin to redden his cheeks as he realized he was getting hard from looking at Derek. Looking back he realized that Derek had listened to him and had put on some panes, the same pair of pants that Derek had stripped before he had fucked Stiles only an hour or so prior. His fears that Derek didn't really want him were still there, but as Derek continued looking at him, even if wasn't outright love it was obvious that the werewolf felt something for him.

A/N: Alright so this wasn't really a main point in the story but I am using this to get somewhere, so I know it's super short but the next chapter with be quite long because the major part begins that this itty bitty chapter was leading up to. So review, please…not many people reviewed the last chapter and it made me really sad, so please review! =D. I'm starting on the next chapter in about two minutes, so I'm hoping to have it up tomorrow!