They are back together and this time it's different. Stiles is not scared anymore but he feesl that he needs a confidant. When he suspects that Scott knows he wants to reveal it all, but then...
Derek is questioning the whole deal.
"I have to get back to work and stay. We have a bad case of the flu at the station." Mr Stilinski was busy packing a bag. "I don't even know if I have time to come home until Monday."
Stiles was standing by the kitchen counter eating a sandwich, listening to his dad. "It'll be okay, right?" The sheriff looked at his son with concern. Stiles just shrugged. "Why wouldn't it?" He took another bite and turned to his dad.
"Well, you haven't been home alone in a while. Every time I leave you're at Scott's. I worry about you." He did look worried and Stiles had to smile. He knew exactly what his dad was referring to. It was true. He hadn't been home alone for forever. Of course his dad wondered about it. "Oh, it's just been... I'll be fine."
Stiles moved to sit down by the table but as his ass hit the seat he realized it was a bad idea. His left butt-cheek was bruised badly. Derek had squeezed it too hard. In the heat of the moment Stiles hadn't even thought about it, but now it was impossible to sit comfortably.
There were a few scars on his body also, but they weren't particularly deep. It was more like scratches. Derek had been somewhat gentle. Partly, Stiles guessed, because the whole thing was over too soon. Not that he felt the need to complain. They were both eager for a release after all this time.
Stiles stared into the air and thought about this mornings events. When they lied there after it didn't take long before he started to doze off. With Derek's arms around him he felt safe and comfortable. The pain was bearable, but he worried a little about the continuation. Derek hadn't really prepped him well enough and there was a burning sensation in his ass.
The worries were pushed aside when his phone rang. Stiles was still half asleep when he rushed naked out of the room to pick it up from the coffee table. It was from Scott. "Are you okay? He didn't... Where are you?"
Stiles looked around Derek's loft and sighed. "I just woke up. I'm still at Derek's. I'm fine." He remembered Scott's words from last night and wondered if his friend really knew. If he knew why Derek had been behaving strange and aloof lately. If so, he'd definitely address it. "So when will you leave? We need to talk." Scott sounded a little annoyed and Stiles decided that it was better to get this over with. "Soon, I'm leaving soon. You can come over to my place in a bit. I'll call you."
In Derek's bedroom he lied down and kissed Derek on the cheek. "I have to go. Sorry." Derek looked at him under half lidded eyes. "I understand. I'll see you around." A little smirk appeared. "You're welcome here anytime."
There were no need for a lengthy farewell. They both knew that this wasn't over. This was a new beginning.
Stiles smiled to himself thinking about it. The pain from it bothered him enough to force him out of his seat. It hadn't been a problem as he drove home, but now he was sure that it would be impossible to sit comfortably for a while. It would be somewhat annoying at times but it was also disturbingly arousing. "Why did you even need me to come home if you're leaving now anyway?" He looked at his dad as he padded back to lean on the counter.
Mr Stilinski cocked his brows. "I wanted to make sure you were okay. You have been reluctant to be home alone lately." Then he scoffed and picked up his bag. "And honestly, I wanted to make sure you were alive and well. You have some odd new friends, they concern me."
With a chuckle Stiles looked at his dad. "Oh, they're okay. Don't worry. I can take care of myself." With a little tilt of his head he tried to put up an innocent face. "And you know, if I had some money I'd do even better."
The sheriff pointed to the cupboard. "I left some cash for you there. Usual spot. Don't spend it all in one place." With a quick wave he was out the door.
As soon as he was alone Stiles picked up the phone and called Scott to tell him that he was home. He just got time to jump in the shower and clean up before his friend rang the doorbell. "It's open, I'm getting dressed." He yelled as he entered his room to find some clothes. He looked at the bruise on his butt. I was not particularly visible, but Stiles suspected that it was just a matter of time. A blueish tint was starting to appear.
"So tell me what happened." Scott didn't even wait for Stiles to enter the kitchen before he started his inquiries. Scott had found some Pepsi in the fridge and was no sitting by the kitchen table sipping his drink.
Stiles threw his hands out. He had wanted to tell, but now he wasn't so sure anymore. "Nothing. Derek gave me a blanket and let me sleep on the couch. Nothing happened. He didn't even need me to help clean up." He shrugged and walked over to the kitchen counter.
Scott sighed heavily. "Be careful, Stiles. I'm pretty sure I know what Derek wants from you." He fiddle with the edge of the tablecloth as he looked at Stiles and shook his head. "I'm afraid you'd do something stupid."
The words made Stiles a little nervous. Scott was a werewolf, he could have sensed it. Was it possible that he really knew? "Me, doing something stupid? Me? You know me, I'll be fine." He tried to smile but Scott's expression was a little bit of a hindrance. "Yeah, exactly. I know you. And I know Derek. Don't let him smooth talk you into anything you don't want."
Stiles swallowed hard. This was not going to be easy, but he decided to at least give Scott a little sliver of truth. "I understand what you're thinking, but Derek is being very friendly and I'm sure he wouldn't do... I mean, he, I kinda like him, you know." He closed his eyes and tried to find the right words when Scott slammed his hand onto the table. "Stop! Don't. This is how he's like. He'll coerce you. Like he did with Isaac and Boyd and..." Scott kept shaking his head. "He'll probably make it sound like being a werewolf is a cakewalk, but it isn't."
It was impossible to hold back the laughter. Scott thought Derek wanted Stiles in his pack, that he wanted to turn him. The relief when he realized this made him crack. Stiles clung to the counter and tried to control himself as Scott stared at him wide eyed. "What? What's so funny?" The look on Scott's face made the whole situation even more hilarious and Stiles felt tears welling up in his eyes from laughing so hard.
When he eventually managed to collect himself he smiled at Scott. "I understand, I can understand your thinking." He had to stop to let out a little chuckle. "Don't worry, I will not let him do that." He wondered if Scott would think he had lost it completely, that he'd gone crazy or something. There was a possibility that his friend would demand an explanation to this weird reaction. Stiles twisted his head to try to come up with something.
"What's wrong with you? Are you on something?" Scott looked annoyed. "I mean, it's a genuine concern. If you think Derek wouldn't do it because you are his so called friend, you're delusional." He threw his hands out. "And can you sit down, please. Looks like you're about to flee."
Stiles padded over to the table and pulled a chair out. He sat down on the edge of it trying to avoid putting pressure on his bruised butt-cheek. "I'm sorry, Scott. I just think that if Derek wanted to do that, I'd know."
Shaking his head again Scott gave Stiles a pitying stare. "You're too naive. But at least you're aware now." He put his elbows on the table and leaned his head in his hands. "Anyway, what about last night? Do you know why the party was over so sudden?"
-o-o-o-o-
Scott stayed the whole evening. Since Stiles was unable to give any explanation to why the party ended, they didn't discuss it anymore. Instead they spent time playing games, listening to music and for almost an hour Stiles was forced to listen to Scott's ranting on about his plan to get Allison back.
When they got hungry Stiles made an excuse to avoid going out. He didn't want to sit in the car and definitely he didn't want to sit in a restaurant. The couch was fine, it was soft an cushiony against his butt-cheek. They ended up ordering Chinese, and Scott went out and picked it up.
They were both tired after last night, none of them had really slept much, so when Scott fell asleep on the couch, Stiles decided to let him be. He found a blanket and tucked him in before he put the boxes with leftovers in the fridge and went to bed.
-o-o-o-o-o-
It wasn't so much a knock. It was more a gentle tap. Stiles wasn't even sure where it came from at first. So much time had passed since Derek used to come through his window that he'd totally didn't expect it now. He hurried out of bed to unlatch it and looked at Derek. "You can't come now. Scott is sleeping downstairs." He whispered as Derek lifted a finger to his lips in a silent gesture. "Shh, don't worry." Then he slipped inside and wrapped his arms around Stiles kissing him on the forehead. "We're not gonna wake him up."
Derek pulled away and threw his jacket over the bedpost before he started unbuttoning his pants. "I just want to sleep." With his t-shirt and boxers still on he grabbed Stiles' hand and walked over to the bed. "Just lie down with me."
Under the covers Derek flung his arm over Stiles' torso and pulled him close. Stiles was practically naked except for pajama pants and when Derek's hand rubbed over his naked chest goosebumps appeared. He tried to settle in and get comfortable in Derek's embrace, but it was impossible to not get aroused by the intimacy.
A quick kiss on the cheek was all he got before Derek closed his eyes and seemed to be determined to go to sleep. Oh, how he'd been longing for a moment like this. It couldn't compare with that awkward few hours on Derek's couch. This was actually comfortable. Cuddling up like this was so nice and... not really relaxing.
Stiles couldn't help fantasizing about the thing he would have wanted Derek to do to him if they were alone in the house. He cursed at himself for not having the foresight to send Scott home. Derek lied completely still and his breath was even. He seemed to be sleeping soundly already. In the meantime Stiles' cock had woke up and was on alert.
Very slowly Stiles eased his hand under the covers and inside his own pants. He tried to squeeze his dick into submission, but that only made it worse. He couldn't exactly jerk himself off without Derek noticing, but he felt an intense urge to do something.
He gave his member a gentle tug, staring intently at the guy next to him. There were no reaction so after rubbing his thumb over the head he gave it another tug. He startled when Derek shifted a little but the guy didn't wake up.
He lifted his other hand to his mouth and tried to produce enough saliva to cover them up. Satisfied with his work, he reached his hand down to his own entrance and started rubbing the hole. It was sore from this morning, but the slight pain made it all so much more intense. He managed to get a finger inside and had to bite his lip to cover up a moan.
It wasn't so easy to reach the sweet spot in this position, but just fingering himself with Derek so close was extremely arousing. When he forced the other finger inside he had to stop to take a breath or two. Lube would have been better, but he didn't even know where that little bottle Derek had left behind ages ago, were right now.
He shifted between rubbing his finger over the slit and giving his cock a tug from time to time. When he realized that he was about to cum, he tried to stop. He had to hitch his breath in order to calm down somewhat. He'd had his eyes closed, but now he opened them slightly to check if Derek had heard him.
The smirk on Derek's face was a clear giveaway even if his eyes were still closed. Stiles blushed and froze up. When he felt a hand cover his own around his dick he started moving again and after a few tugs he cummed squeezing his lips together to avoid any noise slipping out between them.
"You do that a lot?" Derek whispered into his ear. Stiles shook his head. "No, well, I do help myself, but..." A tongue in his ear made it a little difficult to continue. "I, I, only when I'm alone." Derek's rubbed one finger over the cum on Stiles' stomach. Then he moved his hand down between Stiles' thighs. He touched the puckered hole. Stiles' fingers were still inside. "And do you think of me when you finger yourself?" Sticky with cum he forced his finger inside next to Stiles'. Stiles whimpered in pain. "Yes, yes I do. Please stop. Scott... you know, he's..."
Derek chuckled silently and twisted his finger slowly. "You started this. Why won't you let me finish?" Crawling in between Stiles' legs Derek scooped up more cum and used it to lube up his own dick. He pulled his finger out and pushed Stiles hand aside. "It'll be fine. He won't hear you." Then he covered Stiles mouth with his hand before he aimed his dick at the entrance and eased himself inside.
Derek moved slow. So slow that Stiles wondered if he was really into it at all. He wondered if Derek did this just because he could, without really craving it himself. Not that he was in any position to ask. He was effectively muted by Derek's hand.
He could of course try to remove it, but instead he reached down and played with his own cock. After a while Derek increased the speed causing the bed to creak a little and Stiles worried that Scott would hear it. Derek seemed to be aware of this and pulled out. "Come on." He pulled Stiles out of bed and turned him around. "Lean on the sill." Stiles did as he was told and before he knew it Derek's cock was back inside of him. Again his mouth got covered and Derek slammed into him with force.
Stiles was now tugging on his own dick knowing that he'd definitely have another orgasm if Derek just gave him a little bit of time. Derek kept hitting Stiles' sweet spot repeatedly as he increased the speed, he was panting heavily but kept the noise on an acceptable level. It was impossible to hold back. With a muffled whimper Stiles gave up and simultaneously he heard a low growl from Derek as he cummed.
"Oh, God, Oh God." Stiles was about to fall down when Derek wrapped his arms around his waist and held him up. "Let's get back in bed." Derek walked backwards with Stiles in his arms. As soon as they were close enough Stiles practically dived in and pulled Derek with. "I can't believe we did that. Were we quiet enough? I don't even know. What if Scott asks?" Stiles stared at Derek as the guy pulled the blanket over them both. "You think? Oh, but it was exciting, I liked it, trying to be quiet, it was..." Suddenly a hand covered his mouth again. "Stop, please stop."
-o-o-o-o-o-
Looking down into Stiles eyes, Derek felt like an idiot. He hadn't come here for sex. He'd wanted to just hold Stiles in his arms and sleep. No questions asked, no explanation. He just felt the urge to comfort the guy and be good to him.
Stiles stared up at him wide-eyed. It looked like he wanted to say something but Derek kept his hand over the guys mouth. "Shh." Derek whispered before he removed it and leaned in for a kiss. "Don't say anything, go to sleep."
Reluctantly Stiles complied and moved to get comfortable. "Sleep tight." The words came out as a huff before the boy closed his eyes. Derek kept looking at him. He wondered how deep Stiles was into this. He wondered if the rushed and orgasm-induced 'I love you' from Stiles this morning was just a heat of the moment thing, or if the guy was falling hard.
Knowing perfectly well that he couldn't possibly reciprocate, Derek felt he was threading on unsafe grounds just being here. It was just, just. He couldn't stay away.
If Stiles was a werewolf it would make things easier. As an Alpha Derek was free to take anyone in his pack as a lover. Getting involved with a human was not desired. An other issue was that Stiles was technically a minor and the sexual relationship between them could possibly land Derek in jail.
Derek chuckled humorlessly to himself. Jail, no. He'd be chased down and killed. Again he looked down at Stiles' relaxed features. This awkward relationship was going to end him. If their secret got out, he'd have to leave. He'd have to move from Beacon Hills and never come back.
He lied down on his back and stared into the ceiling. Was it really worth it?
