This time when Stiles woke up, he was cocooned in Derek's strong, warm arms. He smiled and snuggled backwards and further into Derek's hold. There was a huff of laughter from the older man, which tickled the hair at the nape of Stiles' neck. Stiles liked being the small spoon, but he would deny it until his last breath; there was just something comforting about being held, safe and warm, in someone else's arms.

Derek nuzzled his head softly against the back of Stiles' neck and Stiles lowered his hand to link it with the one Derek had wrapped around his stomach. Everything was cosy and peaceful. So, inevitably, it had to end.

Stiles' phone lit up and blurted out System of a Down telling him to wake up (literally. Those were the first lyrics of the song and it was something that Stiles had thought was very clever when he first set it, and continued to think so for the past few months. Until this moment where he just wanted to chuck his phone out of the window and never leave Derek's embrace).

"Nope," Stiles groaned as he reached out and cancelled his alarm before burying himself back into Derek's arms.

"Aren't you going to get up?" Derek whispered and Stiles shook his head vehemently.

"Never."

Derek laughed for a moment before kissing Stiles' neck delicately.

"But you have class."

"Don't care."

"Hmmm," Derek murmured, his head still tucked into Stiles' neck. "So there is nothing you want to wake up for?"

"Nope," Stiles insisted.

"Nothing could change your mind? Nothing I could do for you… to you?" Derek whispered that last part and emphasised it with another kiss onto Stiles' neck, this one more open and wet.

"I, er… you'll just have to try and find out," Stiles stuttered. All thoughts of sleep had completely cleared from his mind and he was more focussed on the hot mouth trailing its way down the back of his neck. But he kept his eyes closed, partially for the charade so that Derek would continue, but also because he wanted to focus solely on the feeling of Derek's stubble dragging slowly down his neck and towards his shoulder blades. He was breathing heavily, fully turned on by Derek's mouth – the kisses weren't even that dirty.

Derek rolled them both so that he was on top of Stiles and shifted his weight onto his knees and hands so he wasn't crushing the younger man. Derek paused for a moment in his kisses as he pulled back; Stiles opened his eyes and threw a questioning glance over his shoulder. Derek didn't answer at first, he just placed a few delicate kisses at seemingly random places on Stiles' back. Stiles shifted and hummed lightly in response.

"You have a lot of moles on your back," Derek said eventually. "I never really noticed before." Stiles huffed slightly, he wasn't a big fan of his moles and always thought they looked unattractive. He didn't really have time to say anything though before Derek's tongue was on him again, licking and kissing lines onto his back. He groaned and closed his eyes again as he settled back onto his pillow. It was just the right mix of relaxing and erotic. And he knew for a fact that he wasn't the only one getting turned on because Derek's cock was laying against his thigh and he could feel it growing as he himself was becoming hard.

After another moment Stiles' began to recognise the pattern Derek was following with his mouth. It was the same places he had placed the delicate kisses just a moment ago. Stiles frowned and raised his head off the pillow to talk.

"Are you kissing my moles?" He asked accusingly and Derek huffed a laugh at his response.

"You know, there's a lot more interesting places of my body for you to kiss." Stiles tried to make that sound flirty and sexy, but he probably failed.

"Lie down," Derek muttered against his skin and bite down lightly as a reprimand for interfering with his exploration. Stiles moaned and did as he was told. He loved the feel of those wet kisses over his back followed by the scratch of stubble. He just knew his back would be covered in stubble-burn by the end of the hour. Worth it, though.

Derek worked further down onto his lower back. And, when Stiles thought about it, he was sure that he didn't have any moles that low down. But he didn't care because he was half hard and hypnotised in the sensations of Derek's tongue. Derek moved his entire body down as he worked and he was now kneeling over the back of Stiles' knees. He pulled his hands from where they were resting on both sides of Stiles' waist to his ass and began kneading at it. Stiles' breath caught in his throat and he bit and his lip because Derek's thumbs were so close to his hole. They would occasionally ghost over it and his entire body would shiver in anticipation.

Derek reached the very base of Stiles' back and sat up. Finally, Stiles thought, finally, Derek was going to fuck him.

But that wasn't quite was Derek had in mind. Derek spread his cheeks with his fingers and Stiles looked over his shoulder just in time to watch Derek lower his mouth to Stiles hole.

"Holy shit…" Stiles breathed as Derek's rough tongue licked at his rim. He was getting a rim-job. Derek Hale was rimming him. He didn't know that people actually did this outside of porn. But, oh god, it felt so freaking good!

Derek hadn't pushed inside yet, he was still circling Stiles' hole with his tongue and probably enjoying the steady stream of curses flowing from Stiles' mouth.

"You like that?" Derek asked as he lifted his head slightly. Stiles couldn't do much more than nod and moan. Derek smirked and lowered his head once again to Stiles' rim. This time, when he licked, he pushed his tongue inside. Stiles gripped tightly at the bed sheets to give himself the control to not push back against Derek's tongue as it slowly sunk deeper and flicked inside of him. Derek pulled out and licked at Stiles' abused rim again before sinking back in and fucking him with his tongue.

After a few seconds, Derek moved his right hand and one of his fingers joined the action. It pushed into Stiles, nice and slow, and reached the places that Derek's tongue just couldn't. Derek found his prostate almost instantly and rubbed at that sweet spot ruthlessly. Stiles was squirming and panting on the bed, murmuring Derek's name again and again into the pillow he was biting down onto. Then Derek added a second finger to join the attack against Stiles' prostate and the Stiles came with a silent scream.

Derek pulled his tongue and fingers out of Stiles ass gently and kissed once more at his abused rim. Stiles rested for a few seconds in his afterglow before he flipped over to face Derek, who had taken his own erection in his hand and was reaching for his own climax. Because some people didn't come untouched from nothing more than pleasuring their partners and making them come. Dammit. Stiles was never going to forgive himself for that. Stiles sat up and reached his hand out to bat Derek's away. He wanted to be the reason Derek came. He didn't try to draw it out this time though because he could see how close Derek was and how desperate he was to come.

Stiles watched as his hand worked at Derek's cock, sliding up and down his shaft. But he listened too, enjoying each and every moaned word that escaped Derek's lips. After another moment, Derek seemed to be shaking with pleasure and Stiles knew that he was moments away from his climax. And so, he dragged his gaze away from his twitching cock to watch Derek's face as he came. It was beautiful, watching that 'O' form on those kiss-reddened lips. He leaned forward and worked him just a little bit faster. And then Derek was coming all over Stiles' hand. God, he loved making Derek come. It was probably his knew favourite pass-time. That, or letting Derek make him come. That was a great hobby too.

Stiles dived forward to cover Derek's mouth with his own. The kiss was dirty and sloppy and amazing.

"Come on," Derek whispered into Stiles' ear, he sat back and pulled some tissues out of the draw to clean Stiles' hand and stomach with. "Eat breakfast with me before you have to leave." Stiles smiled goofily as he dragged himself off the bed. Derek took Stiles' hand in his own as they walked together into the kitchen. "Do you like bacon omelettes?" Derek asked and Stiles was practically drooling at just the thought of them.

"Hell, yes!" He enthused and Derek laughed. But he couldn't help his excitement, he hadn't had a cooked breakfast since he left home – unless pop tarts counted. He seriously doubted that they did.

"Sit down, I'll make you one," Derek replied as they walked closer to his kitchen table. Derek brought Stiles' hand to his lips and kissed it gently before dropping it and turning around to get the ingredients from the fridge.

"Okay," Stiles tried to say, but it came out very quiet because Derek had taken his breath away, and so, he doubted his lover could hear him. Lover? Stiles mused as he sat down at the wooden table. It seemed even less like of a fit now than it had the previous day. Stiles shook his head to clear his thoughts; it was too early to be having this inner dispute again.

Stiles sighed, crossed his arms on the table and rested his chin on them as he watched Derek make their breakfast. He enjoyed watching those back and shoulder muscles flex and move as Derek cracked and whisked the eggs. And then that ass was phenomenal view as well. Really, he didn't think he could ever get bored at just staring at Derek. Though, he did wonder if it was really a good idea to be cooking naked… but, then again, there was that British cook who was nicknamed the Naked Chef… well, Stiles had never actually seen him cook naked when he'd googled him (which was a shame because Jamie Oliver was hot), but there had to be some reason for the nickname.

It only took Derek another couple of minutes to finish both omelettes and place them on the table. Stiles grinned and thanked him as he smelt that beautiful aroma. He grabbed for the knife and fork and dug in.

"Oh my God," Stiles moaned at his first mouthful. "This is amazing!" Derek smiled slightly as he looked from his own plate to Stiles' beaming face and he blushed.

"I'm glad you like it because it's the only thing I know how to cook". Stiles almost made a quip about how Derek would have to make them for him all the time. But he just managed to bite his tongue. Damn, it was so hard to pretend like he wasn't fully invested in this relationship already when he just liked Derek so god-damn much!

Instead, he took another mouthful and they continued to eat in a relative quiet. That meaning, quiet for Stiles. He talked more to himself when he's alone then he was doing then. But it was comfortable, neither of them felt the need to fill the quiet with meaningless, forced small talk. And that was an experience that Stiles had never felt before.

After they had eaten, Stiles realised he was running later than usual and he needed to leave to have his shower if he was going to get to his class on time. Looked like he was definitely going to have to drive to University today. Stiles rushed to put on his clothes. He picked up his boxers and saw the crusted cum stains on them. He grimaced and picked up his jeans instead because he was not putting those back on, not even for the short two minutes it would take him to get to his apartment and turn on the shower. The slight cum-stains on the inside of his jeans also made Stiles cringe, but there was nothing he could do about that… he didn't exactly feel like walking around the public apartment building bare-ass naked. He sighed as he put the remainder of his clothes on and shoved the dirty boxers into one of his pockets so that he didn't have to carry them.

He turned around to see Derek watching him from the doorway and gaped, blushing furiously. Derek laughed and handed Stiles his keys and wallet that he must have left in the living room the previous night.

"I really enjoyed last night," Derek said and Stiles placed a chaste kiss on his lips.

"Me too. I'll text you later," Stiles replied and Derek nodded, pulling Stiles back in for one last kiss before he had to leave. He rushed out of apartment 1A with a stupid grin on his face. And then, seconds later, he almost literally ran into Sarah. He dodged out of the way, so that he didn't collide head-first with her in her ridiculously high heels, and she had to put her hands out to steady him from falling over.

"Thanks," he muttered with his stupid grin still plastered on his face. Sarah smirked back at him and he could swear that she knew exactly what (who) he had done last night… and the previous night… and again this morning. Which, she probably did. They weren't exactly discreet at the club and everybody now knew that he was dating Derek.

"No problem," she said with her smirk still on place, she stepped back and walked away, explaining that she had to go in early to talk to her professor and she would see him later. Stiles nodded and walked, more carefully this time, up to apartment 3D to take a shower and get changed.

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His morning lecture and lab session seemed to fly by, which was strange because he was still only doing intro to scientific practice and the professors were just going over the basics that he already knew. But during his lecture he was texting back and forth with Derek. Nothing particularly special, just a couple of complaints about Doctor Bird's drone voice and a few flirtatious promises to make each other's boring days a lot brighter next time they saw each other. By the end of the hour, Stiles had scored another date with the sex God (whose nickname was now officially well earned) and he was on cloud nine. And even when he was in the lab and not permitted to use his phone, he still thought of Derek every time that he shifted on the uncomfortable metal stool and felt the throbbing twinge from the amazing sex they'd had the last couple of days.

Thursdays were only a half-day for Stiles and so he was done for dinner time. Scott also had a two-hour break before his final class of the day and so they went out for food together. It was only then that Stiles realised they hadn't spent time together as just the two of them since before Stiles moved into his apartment. It had literally been weeks.

"So, how was your date?" Scott asked as they waited in a queue to order burgers. Stiles didn't even know how to answer that properly, but his smile seemed to be good enough for Scott. "Do I have to give him the best friend talk?"

"The best friend talk?"

"Yeah, you know, the 'hurt him and I'll ruin your life' talk," Scott announced proudly and Stiles smiled at his ridiculous best friend.

"And how exactly would you 'ruin his life'?" Stiles enquired with the smile still on place.

"I don't know yet… but I would," Scott replied, deadly serious. Stiles patted him on the back and nodded his thanks. Scott was ridiculous, but he meant well.

After a moment, they placed their orders and grabbed a seat at one of the tables to wait for it. Scott rubbed at his tired eyes; apparently, his roommate hated him even more now because Scott had accidentally woken him up one day when the guy had a hangover. Now said roommate seemed to be making it his life mission to wake Scott up whenever he came back to the room late, which appeared to be most nights. Stiles winced in sympathy for his friend and encouraged him to talk to the monitor for their building – maybe he could get Scott moved to a different room.

They spent another hour catching up before Scott had to leave for the long walk back to campus for his final lecture of the day.

Later that day, Stiles joined Isaac, Erica, Boyd and Sarah in Erica's apartment for a night of TV. They had invited Scott and Allison too but they were going on a date instead. Erica's place was… pinker then he had expected, considering all the black leather, miniskirts and killer heels that she wore. She had a white leather corner sofa with pink and purple cushions and a large soft pink fluffy blanket thrown over the back. Her TV was a fair size and there was pizza sitting in boxes on the floor in front of it and on the coffee table, that was drowning out the scent of lavender and honey from the incense burning in the kitchen. Stiles had barely seen a glimpse of this side of Erica and it was a surprise to see her home filled with warmth and bright colours. Stiles stopped himself from pointing out the glaringly obvious antagonism between Erica and her furniture when something clicked in his mind. He remembered all the bullying that Erica was on the receiving end of when they were in school, right up until she got some new medication for her epilepsy and strutted into the building in leather and exposing her breasts. It was a shield, Stiles realised. Something to make her feel confident. And, if someone teased her, then they were just making fun of her act because they didn't know her true self.

He flung himself on top of the large sofa (and Isaac who was already sitting there) and smiled goofily.

"Love the place," Stiles made sure to say as he pulled down the soft pink blanket and wrapped himself in it. He hoped that Erica got that Stiles would never bully her and she could trust him to see the real her. Isaac sighed and pushed Stiles off him and onto the floor as everyone laughed.

"Whatever," Erica replied, "just don't drop pizza anywhere and I won't have to castrate you." Stiles nodded, giving a small salute before crawling over to the pizza.

"So, is Derek coming over?" Stiles asked as he surveyed the small group of people in the room. Only Boyd was missing, but Stiles knew he was on the way. Isaac gave a small smirk as he reached over and took a slice of pizza from one of the boxes on the coffee table.

"He's busy with work. Why? Missing your boyfriend?" Isaac teased and Erica laughed as she sat down on the floor and leant back against the sofa, pulling the blanket away from Stiles to drape over herself. Stiles put up a little fight for the blanket but eventually conceded and let her take it away. Stiles' mood dampened a little bit as he heard Isaac's mocking and his brain fought over the correct wording for what he and Derek are.

"I don't even know if he is my boyfriend," Stiles mumbled to himself and the light-hearted atmosphere seemed to get sucked out of the room. Stiles looked up from the slice of pizza he was sulking over and saw the stern look on Isaac's face. Erica and Sarah both seemed to be just as unimpressed.

"What does that mean?" Erica said in a controlled and calm voice that he'd never heard from her before – it was fairly terrifying.

"It's not that I don't want to be his boyfriend," Stiles was quick to mention. "It's just that we've only been dating for like a day and we haven't discussed it. And you've seen him, he looks impossible! He could have anyone." There was a moment of stillness in the room that made Stiles want to squirm and run away. Then Isaac was looking at the girls, who both nodded, and all the tension seemed to drain away.

"Oh, honey," Erica said and then shook her head. Isaac rolled his eyes.

"Derek isn't the kind of guy to play around. If you're dating, then you're exclusive," the other boy eventually said. His voice was clear so there was no room for misunderstanding. His tone was friendly but had an undertone of warning in it and Stiles was able to read between the lines. Isaac was telling him that if he wasn't ready to be exclusive then he should leave Derek alone. It was a much more subtle and affective version of Scott's best friend talk. Stiles gaped and nodded and there was a moment more of silence before Sarah spoke.

"Plus, I really don't know how you can't see how utterly gone Derek is for you," she said with a smile and amusement in her voice. Before Stiles could reply to anything, Erica was bouncing up off the floor and flying to the door to let Boyd in. Stiles frowned at her because, seriously, how had she even known he was there?

Everyone eased into a happy argument about what to watch on TV. But Stiles' mind was still reeling over Isaac's veiled threat. Stiles sighed happily and ate his pizza. They had surely overemphasised Derek's feelings for Stiles, he was under no impression that Derek had fallen as deeply for him as he had done for Derek, but their insistence made him feel a little better. He thought of Derek then. Of his smile. Of his eyes and how they changed colour depending on how the light caught them.

"Boyfriend…" Stiles whispered to himself, trying the word out on his tongue underneath Boyd's argument for why they should watch Arrow. It felt right. He smiled stupidly to himself and took another bite of pizza. Stiles had a boyfriend.

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I'm doing a flash back chapter soon and it is for a specific purpose (which I can't reveal yet… spoilers) but there are a few moments that I'm going to be revisiting and rehashing from Derek's point of view in there. So if you have any requests for specific moments in this fic that you want to read from Derek's POV, like when they first met or something like that, then let me know in a review. I'm not going to go overboard with this idea but I just thought it might be cute to do a couple of extra scenes