Chapter 11

Stiles POV

The door opens with a prominent, "I nailed it."

"Well good, but I think you should spend your time nailing something else," I reply.

"Lord Stiles, just be patient," he says with laugh.

"Here I'll help," I say as I walk over and undo his tie and unbutton his shirt, showing the same wife-beater I saw this morning.

He goes to the couch that is parallel to the long window looking out to the forest behind his house. After he lies down, I walk over and take his socks off. Slowly, I start to knead out the knots and tense spot in his foot, while also making sure to hit the nerve bunches to stimulate pleasure and relaxation. He sighs due to relaxation and thanks me, closing his eyes.

"Hey there are fireworks on tonight we could drive over to the reserve if you want to see them. Scott's going to meet us there if you want to go," I tell him.

"Sounds like it'll be awesome."

Derek POV

Just like Stiles to get me so relaxed and in a loving mood, there's no way I could say no to him right now. Even if he weren't doing this, I'd still probably say yes.

"Oh, and remember our deal tonight," he says with a wink.

Teenagers.

"I look forward to it," I say with a yawn, arching my back.

As a present to Stiles, I decide that I'll barbecue, so I fire up the grill and make hot-dogs and hamburgers. I'm celebrating just the fact that I have Stiles presence around the house. As the time passes, it comes time to get read for the fire works.

Stiles POV

While we go change into more presentable clothing, me and my stupid mouth starts to run.

"Shitshitshit, what happens if Scott hates me now, I mean I'm dating you," I say.

He turns around, with a look of hurt in his eyes, but he quickly tries to hide it by turning around again.

No, God no. Stupid Stiles.

I run over to him, tackling him so he's laying on his stomach on the bed, with my on top of him. I put my head over his right shoulder, where his face is pointing and his eyes look straight at the wall.

"Derek. You know I didn't mean it like that. You can try and hide that your hurt as much as you want, but I know your hurt and that's enough to quit everything I'm doing," I say before kissing him on the cheek.

"Stiles let me up."

"No."

"Stiles."

"Yes?"

"Fine. I understand you didn't mean it like that or whatever and if you don't get up, I'm going to have to make you," he says smiling.

I think I'd like that.

I get up, reluctantly, and I watch him get up.

"Damn, 10 minutes until 5 o'clock. My Dad's already worried."

"It's okay I'll pick you up at eight."

"One last kiss?"

He doesn't even answer, he's already got his hands pressed against my back under my shirt, and pressing hips forward, attacking my lips.

I slam my car door close; this old jeep door won't close if I don't. He's standing on the porch with his hands in the pockets of the deep blue jeans he's wearing. I wonder what he's going to do for the next three hours without me.

"Make sure to drink a lot of water and take an Ibuprofen if it starts to hurt," I shout out of my window.

He nods.

God, he's so perfect. Even better, he's mine.

After I get home, I hug my Dad and he decides he's got to make me dinner tonight.

Wow, he really did miss me.

I spend the next two hours after dinner watching a movie with him, feeling weird without Wolfie here. It seems like forever when Scott calls to confirm that the fireworks are on, and I tell my Dad I'm sleeping over at his house.

"Okay, but be safe. I'm going to be gone for the next week so I just wanted to see you before I left for the Sheriff workshop in DC. "

"Aw, sorry Dad, I would have come earlier."

"No, no, it's fine," he says and he hugs me. Not like Derek hugs me, but a hug that makes me feel like I'm at home.

After that, I walk out onto the driveway and down towards the stop sign. Thirty seconds later, the sleek back Camaro is there, with Derek inside. He's looking at me expectantly when I get in the car, hoping he gets a kiss. Instead of kissing him, I lean over, turn my head and tap my cheek. He gets the memo, and closes his eyes as he kisses my cheek. I reach down and inch my hand up his thigh.

"You're going to do that here?" he asks.

With a sarcastic sigh, I take my hand off rub his shoulder instead. With that, we're off. The car ride is a pretty normal car ride, me just sitting in the passenger seat, my hand interlocked in Derek's. What makes it even better is our song is on the radio, If Only you Knew, by Shinedown.

Right after, "It's 4:03, and I can't sleep, without you next to me I toss and turn like the sea," plays, I start to tell Derek something.

"Derek, I'm scared."

"What? I'm driving, you shouldn't be worried."

"Not that."

"Oh. Well I'm sure Scott and Danny will be fine with us dating. Jackson probably won't even get those vibes."

"That's not what I'm worried about."

"Stiles, you can tell me."

"I'm about," I hesitate, "tonight…"

First he's just silent, biting his lip.

"Stiles, if you don't want to do this, we don't have to. I want you to enjoy it."

"Does, um, does it hurt?"

"No, not that much. I'm going to everything I can to make it so that it doesn't," he says with a caring look in his eyes as he raises my hand to his face and kisses it.

Five minutes later we are pulling into Jackson's driveway, and Danny is standing on the porch. As he guides is inside and through to the back yard, we see Scott and Jackson, getting the fireworks ready.

"What's up guys," Scott says with a gigantic smile on his face, he comes over and fit bumps me, looking like a ten-year-old who just found out a secret.

Danny must have told him I was bringing my boyfriend. Jeez, he doesn't even care that it's Derek, even says hi to him. Here I was worrying.

Jackson is just smiling a couple yards away.

Anyways, the fireworks are awesome, Jackson really put on a show for us, and most of the neighborhood is over in the back yard. I'm not letting go of Derek's hand, even when people offer us drinks. However, soon I let Derek go so he can go talk to Scott about random things, probably mentioning something like "can I have your permission to take your best friends virginity" or something. While he does that, I go and talk to Danny. He just turned the football game, which I know he watches just to see the players.

I can't blame him.

"Hey Danny, I need to talk to you."

"Yes?"

"Well tonight is going to be my first time, and I'm ready but- how is it?"

"Well, I don't quite know how to explain it. In the end, you'll enjoy it."

"How did you lose your virginity?"

"Oh, well, that's a funny story. You can't tell anyone okay?"

"Got it."

"Well Jackson had lost his about 2 weeks before, and he was out buying condoms and stuff, so he came over to my house while my parents were out of town with a bottle of lube. At first, I was seriously confused, but he knew that I was down about still having the V-card. He sais that he wasn't going to leave his friend a virgin if he wasn't, and there it was."

"Whoa."

"Yea, now go away."

"See ya later."

After that, I went and found Derek. When I stuck my hands in his back pockets, he didn't even jump, only sank into them.

"We're leaving," I whisper I his ear.

"Um, yea okay, yea," he says breathlessly.

We speed walk to the car before speeding off to his house.