Hey guys! So this is the next chapter (obviously or else I don't know what this is) but i hope you guys like it!
edit: i noticed that i totally didn't have the little time skip thingies or whatever SO I PUT THEM IN. :)
ps: sorry for taking so long but ya know
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Right. So… a date.
He had to take Stiles on a date.
No big deal. He could figure this out. Maybe he could take him to eat at some fancy restaurant? No, that was too formal. He knew how to cook a few things, maybe he could whip up a nice dinner at home? No, too personal. Walk on the beach? Beacon Hill didn't even have a beach.
Derek growled into his pillow, squeezing the sheets in his hands. This definitely should not be this difficult. He knew Stiles better than he knew anything else- had memorized every single thing about the boy- but here he was, couldn't even think of where to take him.
He couldn't fuck this up though. Stiles was the most important thing.
He had to get this right.
He growled, burying his face into the bed. He took a deep breath, savoring the too-weak scent of Stiles that lingered there. He moaned at it, letting it overwhelm him, the memory of Stiles' lips, his tongue, his entire body- God he so badly wanted to sink his teeth into that porcelain skin again, run his fingers over every valley and hill on Stiles' body, make him come apart compl-
"Derek!" his mother's voice called. He took a deep breath and pushed himself up, opening his eyes. He ran his tongue over his teeth, feeling the sharpness of the tips. He raised his hands from the sheets- his claws had come out. He sighed, calming himself from his racing thoughts- he felt his heartbeat slow, his skin cool, the wolf that had been nagging at his mind calmed. It took a few moments for the hard-on he had been sporting to lower itself, but even with his self-therapy his mind was still on the subject of the pale boy that had been invading his consciousness. His skin was still itchy like static, and his wolf was still focused on Stiles, his hands ached to hold the boy in their grasp again, his lips yearned to kiss his form. Once his wolf focused on something it was rather difficult to let it go.
He needed to hear his voice.
"Derek!" His mother's voice called again.
"Hold on!" He yelled back. His mother was an impatient woman, but he couldn't leave his room like this. He opened his phone with shaky hands, breaths ragged with need. His whole body ached for Stiles' form, and he could hardly contain himself- he wolf wanted its mate and so did Derek. He wanted- needed- to make Stiles his, to finally claim him. He hurriedly punched in the boys number, putting the phone to his ear.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
Derek growled. If Stiles didn't pick up…
Ring.
The seconds were getting longer, his patience wearing thin. What if something had happened? What if he was hurt?
Ring.
Derek was angry now, claws digging into the wood of his desk, a deep growl rumbling from his chest.
Rin-
"Hello?"
Derek let out a gasp he wasn't aware he was holding.
"Dude, sorry, I had to basically have an intervention with Scott, he was freaking out cuz he and Allison got into a fight and you know Scott's a lost puppy without me so…"
He let himself be absorbed in Stiles' voice. It calmed him, his claws retracted, eyes fading back to a normal color. His wolf calmed, sated with the presence of its mates voice. His skin cooled breaths coming easier.
"Derek, you there? All I hear is breathing and to be completely honest it's kinda freaking me out."
"Stiles." Derek said, finally under control, but his voice was heavy and shaky, ragged with the remnants of the shift. "Yeah, babe, sorry. I'm here."
"Um… babe?" Stiles asked after a moment of hesitation. "When did that start?"
"It started whenever we made out in my room. And I've been waiting way too long to call you that, so I have the right."
Stiles chuckled over the phone. "Yeah. I guess so… gummi bear."
Derek halted for a moment, narrowing his eyes. "Gummi bear?"
"Yeah. Why not? If you can call me babe I can call you Gummi bear."
Derek scoffed. "From now on I'm the only one with pet name privileges in this relationship."
"Not fair!"
"Fair if you insist on calling me Gummi bear."
"What about sweetheart?"
"Stiles."
"Stud muffin?"
"Stiles."
"Sweetcheeks."
"Stiles."
"Fine! I'll stick with stupid old Derek then. Lame."
Derek chuckled. "What are you doing right now?"
"Jerking off to your voice."
Derek froze, immediately his claws returned, skin feverish and teeth prickling at his lips.
Stiles laughed. "Woah, slow your roll man, I was just kidding."
"God, Stiles, you can't." he growled, hitting the desk. "You can't just say shit like that."
"Why not? Ever since our little adventure on your bed I thought I had the exclusive right to say stuff like that."
"It just… messes with me."
"So no sexy talk?" Stiles asked, sounding a little disappointed.
"As much sexy talk as you want, just-"
"So I can tell you how much I want to suck your cock right?"
Derek growled, erection jumping in his pants.
"I hate you."
Xx0xX
"Laura. Please." Derek whined. He sat on the outside steps of his house, eyes jumping through the trees, taking in all the scents of the forest. He had called his sister in hopes of getting an idea of what to do on their first date.
But so far she had been no help.
"Aw! Little brother found his mate and has no clue what to do!" She said over the phone.
"Be serious."
"You can't just tell him that you're supposed to be mated for life and have little wolfy babies?"
"You're not helping."
"You haven't told him yet?" Laura asked, voice borderline serious.
"Of course not! I am this close to having him!"
"And the whole werewolf thing, you'd just never bring it up? Oh sorry, excuse the huge ass claw marks, the dog did it."
"How am I even supposed to bring it up? He let's go to Oliver Garden and by the way I'm a werewolf?"
"Well if that's what I takes!"
"Laura!"
"Look, Derek," Laura said, voice completely serious. "The wolves that had to do with your boyfriends mother left the area."
Derek groaned.
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"You know damn well it has everything to do with it. We're trying to track them, but we know they hilled her because she was friends with us."
"How long will it be until we find them."
"No clue. But I'm worried because I'm Alpha, and I'm not even there-"
"We're perfectly capable on our own."
"A broken pack is a weakened pack, Derek." Laura said, sighing. "Look, if they had no trouble killing her, why wouldn't they hurt a kid who's getting chummy with the Alpha's little brother? Uncle Peter isn't even there! The safest thing to do is to tell him."
"Uncle Peter is psycho."
"At least he'd be there. These wolves have been killing for a while, all over the country. It might take years, but we'll find them. We've been working with some of the other packs to track them down, but you guys need to stay put. I'll come eventually, just not anytime soon. And those hunters there, we might have a lead."
Derek straightened. "As in, a name?"
Laura made an affirmative sound. "Yeah."
"What is it?"
"Um… hold on." He heard a slight rustle of papers before she came back on. "Let's see. Argent? Is that how you say it?"
Derek's eyes went wide with the name, heart racing along with the thoughts in his mind.
"Derek. You there?"
"Um. Yeah." He responded, coughing.
Fuck.
Allison.
Kate.
"Sound familiar?" She asked.
Derek hesitated, considering lying. "Extremely."
"Well, keep a look out. They may not know about us, but we know about them. We need to keep it that way for as long as possible."
"Yeah. Yeah. I'll relay the info to Mom and Dad."
"Good," Laura said. "Now back to this Stilinski kid…"
XOoOX
Ice cream.
Ice cream worked, right?
It better had, because that's what Derek had decided on. He sat outside in his Camaro, fingers tapping on the wheel. He was nervous as hell. It was the first time he had seen Stiles since the bedroom incident, and he wasn't entirely sure how he was going to handle seeing him again.
He was really just hoping he didn't jump him immediately.
He pulled out his phone and dialed Stiles' number.
"C'mon. I'm here." Derek stated.
"Ya know, for trying to woo me you're doing a shitty job." Stiles said.
"Whatever." Derek said, laughing.
"Fine! I'm coming, see you in a sec."
He hung up, tapping his fingers to the beat of the faint music on the radio as he waited. Even his wolf was nervous with excitement. After a few moments he saw Stiles walk out the door, coming to the passenger side and slipping into the car. He wore his favorite red hoodie over one of those graphic tees he loved so much. It had taken Derek hours to decide what to wear, eventually settling on his blazer with a v-neck.
What?
This was his mate. He couldn't fuck this up.
Stiles took a deep breath and looked around.
"have I ever told you how ridiculously sexy this car was? You definitely get bonus points for style." Derek smiled, leaning over the press his lips against Stiles', but he felt a finger stopping his movements. Stiles was smiling as he held a digit to Derek's lips.
"Good boys don't kiss on the first date."
"First date?" Derek asked, smirk on his lips. "What about all the times we went to the movies? Out to eat? To the mall? Alone?"
"Those weren't official!"
"Plus we already practically fucked in my room."
"That requires penetration Mister Vulgar. And as far as I know, no penetration actually occurred. Which was actually kind of sad, but that's beside the point."
"So when do I get to kiss you?"
"Third date."
"What?" He asked, annoyed expression on. He could barely handle himself now, with Stiles' scent soaking into everything, it was driving him insane. Like hell he was waiting until the third date when he practically had his tongue in Stiles' mouth yesterday.
Like hell.
"You get the great opportunity of making an honest man of Stiles Stilinski!" Stiles said, smiling.
"We'll see."
XOoOX
"Ice cream?" Stiles asked, looking up at the brightly shining sign above them as Derek pulled up next to the stall.
"Ice cream." Derek said, looking into Stiles' eyes.
Stiles nodded. "Cheap, yet effective. I'm impressed Mr Hale. Very impressed."
Derek laughed and shook his head, turning off the car. They got out, lining up behind the various people. The night was cold, and Stiles being Stiles hadn't dressed appropriately. The hoodie hardly did anything for him. He shifted closer to Derek, who radiated heat like a star. His teeth chattered against each other as he latched onto Derek's arm.
"It's freezing."
"Is not."
"Considering you're always approximately one million degrees I don't take your opinion into consideration." Derek looked down, slightly distracted by the way Stiles ran his hands over Derek's arms.
He was feeling his muscles, Derek realized.
Hah. Take that third date.
"Do you want to go somewhere else?" Derek asked, slightly worried.
"Um. No. Little known fact about Stiles? He loves to eat ice cream when it's cold. Stupid? Maybe. Awesome? Yes."
Derek laughed. God, even without his wolf he would have fallen head over heels for Stiles.
He shifted and moved his arm to encompass Stiles' waist, pulling him closer. He ran his hands over Stiles' sides, trying to warm him.
"I bet I can guess what you're going to get." Derek said.
"No way."
"I think I know you well enough."
"Fine. Go for it."
"Strawberry ice cream in a chocolate dipped cone with rainbow sprinkles."
Stiles looked up at him, jaw slightly lax with awe, eyes wide but shining in the light the lamps around the stall let out.
"How?"
"Told you, I know you well enough."
Stiles smiled, a smile that was bright and happy- one that Derek wished he wore all the time.
God Stiles was beautiful.
"Thanks for making me feel like a horrible friend." Stiles said, chuckling.
"Don't feel bad. I don't eat ice cream all that often."
"Well, I'll just have to memorize what you get so I don't get the Worst best friend of the year award."
They finally reached the front of the line. Stiles ordered what Derek had said he would- with a bit of reluctance of course, and Derek got mint chocolate chip with caramel drizzle.
"Oh, exotic, I like it." Stiles said in response. Derek smiled and paid the cashier, signaling to Stiles to hop in the car.
"We're not staying here."
"Nope. C'mon. We'll go somewhere else to finish."
Stiles was confused for a moment, but he took one last lick of his ice cream before he followed Derek into the car.
XOoOX
"Where are we?" Stiles asked. Derek was leading them through the forest, down some road-less-traveled-by path that he didn't really recognize.
"We're almost there." Derek said, still holding onto his ice cream.
"Why couldn't we stay and finish it at the other place?" Stiles asked, putting on lips.
"Because I want to show you something." Derek replied. They walked for a few minutes more, until the trees began to thin out until they reached a large clearing, nothing but a few shoots of grass poking out of the dirt. There was a tree a little further in that was separated from the others, its leaves long fallen. Derek led them over to it, sitting on the ground and leaning back against it. Stiles followed him, but gave him a suspicious look when he sat.
"What are you doing?" He asked, absently licking his ice cream.
"Just sit down." Derek commanded. Stiles looked at him again before sitting next to him, drawing his knees to his chest.
"So what are we doing here?" Stiles asked, looking over to Derek. Derek sighed and stretched his arm out, pulling Stiles in closer until his head rested on Derek's shoulder.
"Just… be quiet."
"Do you know who I am?"
"Please?" Derek asked. Stiles sight, licked at his ice cream and shut up.
After a few moments the sound of the wind blew past their ears. It was a light breeze, but Stiles dug himself deeper into Derek's warmth. Crickets played their tune above it all, creating a chorus of harmony in the night, the slight rustling of the leaves was their accompaniment. Goose bumps rose on Stiles' skin as he finished the last bit of his ice cream, crunching on the last of his cone, licking at his fingers. He looked up at Derek, the moonlight casting a silhouette over his features that made Stiles' heart speed up. Derek's gaze was on the sky, his chest rising and falling in a soft rhythm. So many mysteries under the gaze, so many secrets he wanted to explore.
Stiles had decided a long time ago that he had fallen way to deeply for Derek to get out of it.
"Derek?" Stiles asked in a quiet voice, unwilling to disturb the silence.
"Look up." Was all that Derek said. Stiles hesitated, but eventually did as he was told, and his jaw dropped at the sight.
Sure, he had seen stars before, but- God, never like this. There must have been a million of them up there, suspended in the sky. SO bright, flickering and winking at him. It was almost overwhelming, how beautiful it all was, a thousand angels looking at them, watching over. He had to take a deep breath from the sheer size of it all.
"My mom used to tell me," Derek said, voice law, almost a whisper. "That whenever someone died and went to heaven, a new star was born."
Stiles' gaze returned to Derek's face. "Really?"
"Yeah. I used to try and count them every day to see if there were any new ones," he said, laughing lightly. "I gave up because I always lost track."
Stiles smiled and looked up again, resting his head on Derek's shoulder. "Do you think my mom's up there?" He asked, the words hardly leaving his lips, rolling off of them like a vapor.
"I'd be surprised if she wasn't the brightest of them all." Derek said. A moment of silence passed between them.
"Derek, why'd you bring me here?" Stiles asked, closing his eyes. He let Derek's warmth seep into his form.
"My family-we," Derek said, sighing. "Send a lot of time outdoors. We go on runs together through the forest, and whenever I managed to get away from them for a second I would come here. I'd sit and watch the stars, let all the worries slip away. Sometimes I'd fall asleep right here."
"There's all kinds of animals in these woods, ya know." Stiles said, sleepily.
"You have no idea." Derek said, chuckling. He put his lips to Stiles' hair and breathed in, let himself be enveloped in Stiles' scent. It calmed him down.
"Whenever I got angry, or confused or just wanted to get away. I came here. It became sort of this special place, just for me."
Stiles moved his head, coming to look into Derek's eyes. Stiles' eyes were almost golden, and Derek wanted to lose himself in that gaze forever. Stiles' lips were parted just so, pink and perfect in the moonlight.
His voice was breathy, raw when he spoke. "Thanks for this Derek. I loved it."
They were so close, faces only inches apart, but Stiles gave a wary smile and let his head fall against Derek's shoulder again, eyes closing, Derek smiled and laid his lips against Stiles' head once more, breathing in his scent and pulling Stiles closer to him. He closed his eyes, and eventually they both fell asleep, Derek resting against Stiles, and Stiles buried into Derek's warmth with the wind licking at their faces and the stars watching over them.
Good first date.
