Stiles pushed himself deeper into Derek's chest, the pre dawn light illuminating a slice of their bodies as they connected under the sheets of the enormous, plush double bed in the Santa Monica hotel room. His hand grasped Derek's just a little tighter, the warmth of the older mans body caressing him, tempting him back into his deep sleep. Both of them grinned lazily through their own dreams, Derek's fingers softly stroking the flesh that covered Stiles' exposed hipbone, Stiles feeling Derek's hard arousal against his ass, surprised to find himself enjoying the feeling. Hours rolled by, the sun rising over the clean, wide streets outside, trying to force its way into the hotel room, the slice of light moving as the minutes ticked by, lighting up Derek's bare chest and the bone and muscles of Stiles' back before creeping its way to their faces, smiles still hovering on their lips.
"We have to stop waking up like this." Stiles muttered quietly, the light making him a little dizzy as his eyelids parted.
"Sh." Derek pressed his forehead a little harder onto the back of Stiles skull, feeling the close cut hair tickling his eyes, willing him to wake up. "What time is it?"
"Dunno." Stiles' phone was on the end table by the bed, but he didn't want to move, unable (or unwilling) to shift his position even slightly, not daring to risk losing the wonderful feeling of Derek's arm holding him close, draped over his stomach and holding him by his waist. Derek could hear an annoying vibration, but he kept his eyes closed, breathing in Stiles' scent, pushing himself further into him so his dick shifted position uncomfortably, finally angling itself upwards into the small of Stiles' back. The vibration continued, forcing to Derek to lean over in sync with Stiles as the boy next to him shifted position to reach for the culprit – his phone.
'I hope you're up. We're leaving in an hour.' Stiles read the text from Lydia through slightly blurry vision, rubbing sleep from the corner of his eyes so he could see well enough to reply, sending a quick text that informed her he was indeed awake.
"They're gonna leave in an hour." Stiles told Derek, wanting to turn and kiss him good morning.
"We can stay in bed." Derek replied, wanting to kiss Stiles neck.
"Uh uh." With many groans and moans Stiles managed to free himself from Derek's grasp, finding himself pulled back into the warmth of the thick white covers more than once, hands grasping at his arms and legs as he tried – though he didn't really want to – to escape. Scratching his stomach as he shuffled to the bathroom with a little of his sanity restored, Stiles wondered why he and Derek always seemed to end up together in the middle of the night, wondered if it was just an involuntary reaction that felt so nice neither of them cared, or if it meant something more. Too deep a question for such an hour. He laughed to himself, hopping under the hot spray of the shower.
"Come back to bed." Derek mumbled, hardly able to talk so early in the morning – despite the fact it was twelve in the afternoon – arms reaching out to find Stiles. Though he had now woken up, his mind was still unable to resist the flailing body of Derek, the sheet riding down as he rolled around the white expanse, more and more skin becoming exposed as he tried to tempt Stiles back into the comfortable sanctuary; pale flesh only marred by the black boxer shorts with the huge tent in the middle. Stiles giggled to himself as he jumped back in, the towel around his waist almost slipping off as Derek sighed appreciatively, wrapping his arms around Stiles once more.
"Where are they?" Lydia asked impatiently, tapping her heels on the floor of the lobby where they were all waiting for Derek and Stiles.
"I text him like ten minutes ago, they said they'd be down in five." Scott said, his eyes shifting to the elevators, hoping they would ping open and reveal the figures of his two friends.
"They're probably hooking up again." Jackson joked, six eyes swivelling onto him at once and glaring down his laughter.
"Derek was really moody in the car last night, don't mention that when they come down." Allison warned as she tied her hair up, hoping to get some colour on the back of her neck.
"Everyone was moody except freaking Stilinski, I kept waking up and hearing him singing and laughing to himself." Jackson shook his head, he knew the kid was weird but talking to yourself was going too far.
"You're crisis is over! The knight in shining armour has arrived!" Stiles grinned as he spoke, stepping off the elevator and doing a little dance over to the group. Derek walked behind him, looking grumpy. Stiles was still beaming from his and Derek's morning embrace, glad that he had gotten back in after a shower and it wasn't weird – the rules of the bed were being slightly rewritten. Derek was scowling because he had to leave the bed, had to leave the comfort of having his arms around Stiles, wondering what it would be like to have sex with him as his eyes follwed his dancing ass as Stiles shimmied towards his friends.
Lydia's purse connected with his chest, knocking Stiles backwards a little. "Finally! Come on you two love birds, lets go." Derek and Stiles had to stifle their laughter – she was kind of right. Once again, neither of them had mentioned it when they finally left the bed to get ready. The bed had a kiss and don't tell – or talk about it period – rule, and both boys obeyed that rule, just glad when they got back to the secret zone at night. The six of them took in the fresh, midday air as they pushed open the large, glass doors of their hotel and began strolling down Santa Monica Boulevard.
"We might see Audrina!" Lydia joked, no one but Stiles – who kept his mouth zipped, no one could know he sometimes watched The Hills – getting it as they passed Equinox Gym on their way to the beach.
"Dude, why are you wearing that?" Jackson fingered Derek's leather jacket. "It's like a hundred degrees." His hands gestured towards his own attire, another tight white vest with tiny navy blue shorts; Santa Monica did have a pretty good gay culture after all.
"Shut up Jackson." Allison said, giving him a playful shove as their feet connected with the sand, most everyone taking their shoes off so they could feel it between their toes.
"It's too hot!" Stiles yelped as he hopped across the burning yellow grains, trying to reach the water to soothe his toes. "You could have told me I was walking on hot coals!"
"It's not even hot!" Scott had to shout so Stiles could hear him from his position way off in the distance, putting his shoes back on as the tide came in to wet his feet every few seconds. Scott gave Allison a kiss on the back of her pale neck as they laid out towels and pulled books, iPods, bottles of water, sun cream, snacks, volleyballs and footballs out of the assortment of bags they had brought with them. Lydia had wrapped her Jackie Collins in the sleeve of The Count of Monte Cristo, feeling up for some light reading today, not caring if everyone thought she was a geek as long as they didn't think she read graphic romance novels. Stiles' t shirt soon came off, shoving it into his backpack and dumping it next to him as he tried to get his shoes back on, the laces were all tangled up, distracting and irritating him so much that the girl who was trying to talk to him had to give him a shove to get his attention.
"Huh?" He asked as he looked up, mouth dropping as he took in the California blonde, white teeth gleaming through perfect, full red lips, breasts swelling out of the tiny red bikini.
"Wanna play? We need another guy on our team." Her red painted nails pointed towards the group of picture perfect beach teens, all tall, tanned and perfectly proportioned, white teeth gleaming as they smiled as motioned for Stiles to join them.
"Volleyball?" Stiles asked, the words coming out in a choked voice. He cleared his throat, blushing.
"Totally." The girl sauntered off to join her friends, knowing by the way Stiles looked at her that he would be coming, glancing over her shoulder to throw him a huge smile.
"I'm playing volleyball." Stiles told his friends as he dumped the bag and ran off to the net, trying to just grin and bear the pain his feet were in.
"How does Stiles get invited to play and not me?" Jackson's brow furrowed as he looked over, eyeing the teens perfect bodies appreciatively before looking down to examine his own muscles.
"Because Stiles is nice." Allison told him lazily, lounging on her stomach as Scott rubbed sun cream into her back.
"Yeah, but I'm nicer looking." Jackson pouted, sticking out his bottom lip, his eyes narrowing.
"You're conceited and arrogant – people don't like that." Derek told him with a raised eyebrow, rubbing cream onto his bare chest.
"Everyone likes that." Jackson replied with a grin, throwing a wave to two pretty girls sunning themselves, who waved back eagerly. "See?"
"Asshole." Derek laughed to himself, watching Jackson jog slowly down the beach on his way for a swim. He finished applying his cream, lathering his legs, arms, chest and face with the white stuff, missing his back because he couldn't reach, not bothering to ask someone to do it for him, he was laying on it anyway. He had planned on just closing his eyes and relaxing, trying to block out the irritating sounds of the other beach-goers and maybe dropping off for a while, hopefully getting a tan, but he found himself instead watching Stiles as he jumped up and down like an idiot trying to keep up with the game of volleyball – Derek still didn't get how that one had happened – he got gotten himself embroiled in. He couldn't hear what they were saying – he could of if he'd used his heightened senses, but it felt kind of rude to eavesdrop – but he could see they were laughing and joking around with each other, eventually breaking up the game and going for a swim, almost out of Derek's vision as they got further and further out, diving under the water and splashing each other. Derek found himself thinking how upset he'd be if Stiles got eaten by a shark, drawing strange glances from Scott and Allison when he started laughing to himself; it sounded like something Stiles would say.
"You sure you wanna challenge me? You won't be happy when you lose." Stiles grinned as he asked the young guy – who was around his age – with an even better body than Jackson after he challenged him to a race.
"To that buoy?" He grinned back, legs grazing against Stiles' under the water.
"Okay, now no cheating. Go!" Stiles spat out the word and before the guy could register it Stiles was off, sailing easily through the beautiful calm, blue waters. He only glanced back once, noticing the huge grin of his opponent just a few feet behind him, increasing his own pace to make sure he won, his breaths getting heavier after he had been swimming for a while.
"You cheated!" He laughed, his arms touching Stiles' as he supported himself on the buoy, breath equally as heavy, spluttering out some salt water. "Wanna come to a party tonight?"
"Huh?" Stiles asked through mouthfuls of the sea, a little thrown off.
"A party. Clara's –" he motioned to the smiling blonde head of the girl who invited Stiles to play "– place."
"Well yeah!" Stiles beamed, another fantasy of being invited to parties by strangers while on his road trip coming true, "but I might need to claim my prize for winning this race and request five extra passes." Stiles bared his lower teeth before pressing his lips together, hoping he wasn't being too presumptuous.
"Uh, I'll have to ask her but I bet she'll say yeah, she'll be so wasted so won't care what happens. So will I." He gave Stiles a wink, leaving him with his mouth hanging open as he swam back to his friends.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!" Stiles gave Scott a kick to wake him up as he approached the group, dripping water onto Jackson, who kicked him away. "Party. Tonight!"
"Party?!" Jackson grabbed the leg he had just kicked away as his interest perked up.
"Uh huh, they invited me." He waved back to the group of California teens, who were all packing their stuff away.
"I dunno..." Derek grumbled, unsure if it would be safe. Jackson and Scott could protect themselves, but he wasn't really feeling up to watching over a drunken Stiles, Lydia, and Allison.
"Come on!" Jackson and Stiles shouted to him at the same time, giving each other a grin.
"Well I'll go. I'm going to get even drunker than I was in San Francisco." Lydia giggled, putting down Anna Karenina (she had finished her Jackie Collins in three hours).
"Three votes yes! Come on, Allison?" Stiles gave her his best puppy dog eyes, Jackson flexed his biceps at her, and Lydia tried to stare her down, all three of them waiting with baited breath for her answer.
"Shall I wear my catsuit?" They of them beamed at each other in glee as she giggled, ignoring the groans from Scott and Derek.