Stiles nearly falls flat on his face when he goes to crawl out of the Camaro, but Derek is there instantly – holding his elbow and taking his backpack. As they walk to the door, the Alpha points his keys over his shoulder and locks his car before places his hand on the small of Stiles' back. The teen manages to get the front door open and he toes off his shoes before making his way to the sofa and flopping onto it, in the most ungraceful way he could manage.
His body burned with exhaustion, which confused him because he hadn't done anything too strenuous today. He voices this as Derek removes his boots and placed Stiles' backpack next to them before moving to stand in from of the teen. He pulls Stiles up and the carefully starts pushing the leather jacket from his shoulders.
"You didn't sleep very well last night" Derek says softly, holding Stiles' weight as he removes one of his hands from the sleeve "I think you were having a nightmare"
Stiles frowns – people weren't supposed to know about that. Seventeen year old boys aren't supposed to have nightmares. He feels his heart rate pick up and Derek's gentle fingers stop briefly to glance at him before he goes back to work, finally taking the jacket and hanging it over the doorframe. Stiles feels sick. He feels pathetic and weak and so, so human.
"It's okay" Derek whispers, running a hand through his long hair gently "I get them too"
"You do?" Stiles blinks, looking up at him through heavily lidded eyes.
Derek takes a seat on the sofa – sitting sideways and folding his legs up underneath him. "Of course, it's very common for people who have had contact with the supernatural." He says simply "Isaac suffers quite bad... but I think those are memories from his father"
Stiles watches as his eyes flash red for a second and his jaw clenches, "He's happy with you" the teen reminds him and Derek still doesn't look pleased but he's nodding and clenching and unclenching his fists periodically. "You're a good Alpha"
Derek looks at him for a second "I'm not that good" he mutters and he continues before Stiles can open his mouth to spout some random crap that most probably would have nothing to do with their conversation whatsoever. "My Mom and Dad were great Alphas. My Dad was human but he had as much control over everyone as my Mom did."
Stiles smiles at him because he was never even sure that Derek knew what 'sharing' meant, but here they are – at awkwardly close on Stiles' sofa – knees touching and Derek telling him about his family. The only thing that saddens the teen is that Derek talks about them in the past-tense. He knows it crazy because they died a long time ago but it's still tragic to hear the bitter-sweet nostalgia in Derek's voice as he says 'were' instead of 'are'.
Stiles decides that it's best he doesn't reply. Instead he poked at Derek's folded legs and wrapped his hands around the muscular calves – pulling on them until Derek allowed Stiles to stretch his legs out. Stiles lets go in favour of settling himself between them and he lays on his side, head on Derek's stomach as his hand grips the fabric of his t-shirt. There are fingers in his hair immediately, and Stiles swears he hears Derek chuckle before tangling their legs together.
"Mm" Stiles mumbles as he settles closer "You're warm"
"You're needy" Derek replies; he sounds cold but the teen can hear the underlying amusement and fondness there.
"You don't mind" he manages, letting out a sigh as he finally gets comfortable.
"I guess not" he says. "Get some sleep"
"Hey, Idiot" he hears "Wake up"
Stiles makes a series of mumbles and opens one eye – only to realise that his face is obscenely close to Derek's crotch. He lets out a squeal before sitting up and staring at Derek's amused face.
"Sorry" he mumbles, stretching his arms above his head.
He shrugs "You've been asleep for an hour, I figured you won't sleep tonight if you sleep now"
Stiles eyes him cautiously. "That's... strangely caring" he says, raising an eyebrow.
"It's been known to happen" he smirks before sitting up and rolling his neck. "Where'd you want to go out?"
"I don't mind," he smiles softly, ducking his head.
He hesitates and then rubs the back of his neck "This place just opened... an ice-skating rink"
Stiles nods enthusiastically "Yeah! I've never gone ice-skating before!"
Derek stands and walks towards the door without another word, he pulls on his boots and then he bends down to tie them. Stiles follows his lead, pushing his feet into his sneakers and going to put on Derek's jacket again. Without a word, the two of them left the house and got into Derek's car. Stiles switched on the radio and then starts to sing along quietly to the One Direction song playing.
Derek frowns at him, "Why do you know the words?" he asks
Stiles shrugs with a grin "Everyone knows the words. They're not difficult to learn them" he laughs and then points at Derek as the song comes to an end "THAT'S WHAT MAKES YOU BEAUTIFUL!"
Derek shakes his head but smirks nevertheless, clearly amused by the other boy. "Have you ever ice-skated before?"
"No, I've rollerbladed though" he answers "have you?"
Derek's mouth shifts into a thin line "When I was younger" he says stiffly "me and Laura"
Stiles tries to keep his face neutral; not let his grimace show. Since knowing the older man, Stiles has learnt to not reply when he talks of his family – instead, he doesn't reply, he knows to either ignore it or offer some kind of comfort.
So, Stiles reaches out and takes Derek's hand, squeezing it slightly and receiving a soft smile in return.
They remain in silence until Derek parks the car and then they go into the building, feeling the temperature drop as soon as they walk through the door. Derek threw an arm around his shoulders and pulled him closer and Stiles leant his head against his muscled arm. Derek brought their tickets and they collected their shoes before heading out onto the ice.
Stiles holds onto the railing and tries not to let his legs collapse underneath him. Derek guides backwards, smirking at Stiles as he passes.
"Okay, this isn't fair" Stiles groans.
"What isn't?" he asks, turning in a circle to come back around to Stiles' side.
"It's not fair that you're this attractive and good at everything." He attempts to let go of the barrier and then flails before falling against the Alpha's chest. He looks up and smiles sheepishly as the other holds him upright.
"You think I'm attractive?" Derek asks, staring down in bewilderment.
Stiles blushes and then scoffs "I'd have to be blind not to think that. And even if I was blind, your voice is hot."
"What if you were blind and deaf?" he asks, the edges of his lips twitching.
Stiles laughs "You still smell pretty good"
Derek allows the smile to grace his lips before he leans forward and captures Stiles' lips "You're alright" he replies gently before moving back and taking Stiles' hands. "Right, now move like you're rollerblading and try not to fall flat on your face"
"You're lucky you're pretty" he says, following the instructions.
They start to move together, Stiles grinning up at him until Derek abruptly releases his hands and Stiles falls flat on his ass – arms flailing wildly. He shakes with laughter as he attempts to stand before falling down once again.
Derek shakes his head fondly before offering his hand out. Stiles takes it and then pulls down sharply – pushing his foot into Derek's – causing the Alpha's legs to slip out from underneath him. He landed on top of the teen with an 'umpf' and the air escapes Stiles' lungs as he laughs loudly.
"This is like that time with Jackson" he manages "except, it's backwards... and we can move and–"
He's cut off when Derek's lips crush against his hard. When he pulls back, Stiles sees that the other man's eyes are red and his teeth slightly spiked as he grinned widely.
Derek jumps up and looks down at him "If you trip me again... I'll leave you to the Alpha pack"
Stiles' heart stutters and he lets Derek help him to his feet again. "No, you wouldn't"
All he gets in return is a soft smile.
