Thank to Twisted-67 for the idea behind the magazine, great way to end this chapter, hope you enjoy.
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Derek heard the key in the lock and turned to the door, he wasn't waiting up for Stiles, he didn't need to wait for him he was just still awake.
"Hey, this is my place," Stiles' voice carried through the door so Derek got up and opened it surprising MJ who was supporting Stiles and trying to get the door open.
"MJ?" Derek said his eyes on Stiles who was grinning at him stupidly.
"Hey Derek," MJ said shifting her hold on Stiles who pulled away, stumbled forward and face planted into Derek's chest. Derek absorbed the impact and wrapped his arms around Stiles to keep him from falling further.
"We were celebrating," MJ said stepping into the apartment.
"So Stiles said when he called," Derek said supporting Stiles and moving him onto the couch.
"We celebrated quite hard," MJ giggled flopping down next to Stiles. "Sorry," she said shuffling a little further away from Stiles.
"Don't apologise, he's the one who's going to have a hangover in the morning."
MJ frowned at him. "My God you are both so fucking stupid."
Derek took a step back. "Excuse me?"
"You look at him like he is the centre of your fucking universe and yet you don't do anything."
"I don't know what you are talking about," Derek said stepping away and into the kitchen coming back with two large glasses of water. Derek didn't particularly like MJ but Stiles would be disappointed if he wasn't nice to her.
"Thank you," MJ said. "Forget what I said earlier, not important."
Derek nodded. "Do you want to stay here tonight?"
"Oh please," MJ said turning and curling up on couch tucking her feet up under Stiles' legs.
Derek leaned forward and shook Stiles' shoulder.
"What?" Stiles mumbled.
"Come to bed," Derek said gripping his shoulders and helping him stand.
"'Kay," Stiles said wrapping himself around Derek hugging him tight.
"It's going to be hard to walk like this," Derek said grabbing the other glass of water and slowly moving them towards his room.
Derek half tugged and half carried Stiles into his room. He put the glass of water down and tried to push Stiles into bed but the younger man held tight and dove onto the bed dragging Derek down with him. Derek tried to pull away but Stiles' arms were locked around him.
"We did real good on the oral," Stiles mumbled into his neck his breath hot and damp.
Derek couldn't get past the overwhelming smell of Stiles surrounding him. It was embedded in the sheets and pouring off of Stiles who was plastered to his front, one of his legs thrown up and over to curl around his thigh. Derek needed to get away desperately. He needed to not be here with Stiles because nothing was hiding his reaction and eventually Stiles' addled brain would register that thing poking into his hip was not anything innocent but proof that Derek was hornier than…well than he had ever been as a teenager.
"Stiles," Derek said.
Stiles mumbled something and stared nuzzling Derek's neck.
"Goddamn it Stiles," Derek allowed himself to wolf out and start pulling away from Stiles who grumbled and wrapped around him like an octopus, he locked his legs at the ankles and his hands behind Derek's neck and held on tight.
"Stiles!" Derek growled allowing the wolf out enough to make his voice deep and terrifying moments later he heard feet padding down the hallway quickly but Stiles just threaded a hand into his hair and breathed deeply against his neck.
MJ stopped at the door and started laughing, loudly, as Derek tried to get away.
"The least you could do is try and help me get away," Derek ground out pushing at Stiles.
"Nah," MJ said walking away. "I don't think you really want to."
Derek swore viciously and slumped down trying to work out how to get out of this situation, he swore at MJ for being right and he swore at Stiles who was still clinging to him but had started snoring very quietly in his ear.
Derek rolled which at least took his heavier bulk off Stiles but the younger man still didn't let go. Derek took a deep breath and silently apologised to Stiles before reaching down to the soft flesh at his waist and pinching him.
"Ow," Stiles said slapping Derek before loosening his arms. "Not nice Mr Sourwolf."
Derek wasn't sure if he had heard the muttered words correctly but at least now he could get some leverage to pull out of Stiles' arms. Stiles groaned, muttered something and then sprang out over the entire bed like a starfish. Derek rolled his eyes and grabbed a blanket throwing it over Stiles before putting a couple of tablets next to the large glass of water on the bookcase next to Stiles' bed. Derek checked the front door was locked, noticed that MJ was spread out on his couch asleep and snoring quietly. Probably best to mention that to Stiles in the morning. Derek turned all but the over stove light off and took his own glass into his room. He changed into pyjama pants and crawled into bed.
Derek groaned and turned his bedside light on. He still couldn't sleep and the clock on the wall told him he'd been lying in bed for over an hour trying. The fact he couldn't sleep wasn't a surprise he felt like he could still feel Stiles wrapped around him. Derek flipped over again and screamed into his pillow as quietly as he could. He stared up at the ceiling for a while telling his body that it was fine and it could just go to sleep. He counted imaginary sheep jumping over an imaginary fence but that didn't help at all. He focussed on his breathing but realised after a while that he'd let his hearing reach out through the apartment and he was actually focussing on Stiles' breathing not his own.
Derek swore vigorously and silently as he got out of bed and went to his cupboard. Under the boxes of material from previous units was a single magazine. Bought not long after Stiles moved in for the express purpose of giving Derek something else to think about when he couldn't help himself and just had to get off. The magazine, and Derek could still feel the rush of awkwardness and embarrassment he'd felt buying it, was apparently a bisexual publication. Derek had picked it because if he was going to try and convince his body to want someone other than Stiles he wanted options.
Derek took it back over with him to his bed and spared only a moments thought for the other people here, he didn't worry about them, both human, both drunk, and in the months since Stiles had moved in Derek had become very good at being very quiet while he did this. Derek opened the magazine deliberately focussing on it and not on Stiles…Stiles' dextrous fingers, or the long line of his back when he was wearing a tight shirt and bent over and…Derek shook himself and focussed on the picture in front of him. Her flicked to a random page and swore. He flicked to another but that page held the same problem as the last. He flicked through the whole magazine but they were everywhere.
Every man in the magazine had a new head. The women had been left alone though he caught the occasional handwritten note next to them 'you don't want me'. Derek threw the magazine down onto his bed. "Bloody Lydia, only she would fucking well do this to me," Derek whispered into the air as his eye caught on one of the pictures again. The man was big, bigger than Derek but where his head used to be was a cut out image of Stiles, laughing at something. All the photos of Stiles were different and Derek couldn't help thinking this must have taken Lydia a long time. It only hit Derek then, if Lydia had done this and no one else in his pack was quite as…devious as she was that meant that she knew. Lydia knew about his feelings for Stiles and if Lydia knew then his whole pack would know and if the pack knew Stiles would know because Stiles knew everything there was to know about the pack. Stiles' knowledge of every part of the pack was only a little disturbing for Derek who knew what role the other man would have in a traditional pack. The fact that Jackson was so close with his mocking and Stiles' reaction only reinforced the fact that Stiles wasn't interested in Derek like that. Not that Stiles should be with him anyway even if he could get past the fact that Derek was a man. MJ and Lydia were both decidedly feminine and Derek remembered the crushes Stiles had had on both, he still flirted with them both. That was better, he'd have to have a word with his pack about encouraging Stiles to date, Derek knew himself well enough to know he would never be able to suggest it himself.
Derek threw the magazine into the bin next to his bed. He'd have to do something more with it in the morning. He didn't want Stiles to see it.
Ten minutes later Derek was no better off, Lydia's joke had robbed him of his erection but lying in the dark her prank had the unfortunate side effect of giving his brain more fodder for his mental images of Stiles. More poses, more positions, more flexibility. Derek shook his head as though he could forcibly get the images out but he knew it was pointless. When his hand slipped beneath his waistband and Stiles flashed into his mind Derek sighed and gave up. He remembered the press of him from earlier and unbidden all the things he loved about Stiles, all the places he wanted to touch and taste slammed into his mind. It didn't take him long to come. Derek laid there for a few minutes breathing deeply before he cleaned himself up and stretched out on his bed staring up at the ceiling.
He had been trying so hard to stop thinking about Stiles. Stiles shouldn't want him, didn't want him. Derek knew he needed to just snap himself out of it. Push thoughts of Stiles aside and go back to how he'd decided to live after Kate. He was going to be alone forever and when he was old he would welcome the killing bite from one of his pack. If he was lucky and there was somewhere beyond he might be able to apologise to his family properly. It was a solidary life, it might even end up being a boring life but he had put an end to the people who had been instrumental in killing his family so he could spend the rest of his life making his pack strong and happy.
Now he needed to amend it. He needed to accept that he might not get over Stiles in the foreseeable future but people had had to deal with worse. So he needed to find a way to make Stiles even less available than he already was. Derek remembered for a moment the bright, overwhelming pain of Stiles dating MJ. Maybe she'd still be interested in Stiles, Derek remembered the vague comment about her having a boyfriend but he couldn't be sure and if she liked Stiles he doubted she'd be able to resist him. If not he'd talk to Lydia about setting him up. His pack would want Stiles to be happy, they'd do something to make it happen and all Derek would need to do was sit back and not drink himself to death. When Stiles was taken and Derek had no little bubble of a dream to hide in then he would stop and if he didn't that would be fine because Derek knew how to live through pain, he could do it again.
With a plan in mind Derek closed his eyes and told himself to go to sleep.
Derek fell asleep with his problems in his ear, against his will, without realising he'd allowed his hearing to deepen in the dark to be able to hear the soft snores from Stiles. He didn't normally snore so it must be the alcohol. When Derek realised what he was listening to he couldn't bring himself to stop and just listened until the world disappeared.
Derek didn't remember anything else until the painted groans coming from Stiles' room the next day.
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Howdy, almost done, two more chapters to go.
I have a question, I am almost finished this and most of the other WIPs in this 'Verse and I have been toying with the idea of a Sentinal AU of TW, I'm wondering if anyone would be interested in reading it. Though I have that big bang to worry about. We shall see.