AN: Because pretty pleases, bribery and puppies are my weakness we were quick to work on this next chapter for you guys. Thanks to pandabear1715 for putting up with me and continuing to help write this story you guys seem to like.
And to my guest(anon): I've never really had my try at any Stiles/Jackson fics but since you're interested I'll see what I can do. However, I have a lot of stories I'm working on currently so don't expect immediate story here. But I'll be glad to write one.
Stiles walks into the house, following Derek who looks just at pained, waiting for the flood off words to escape his younger boyfriend's lips. Which flood they do the second the door shuts as Derek pockets his keys, facing the brunette. The house is silent until Stiles' voice fills the void between the empty walls.
"Why couldn't he just tell me?" Stiles asks him, walking around the room. Derek sighs.
"Babe, calm down, he will tell you sooner or later. Just relax, okay?" Derek says, trying to calm his upset boyfriend down from the scene he had just witnessed.
"Relax?" Stiles asks, looking at Derek as if the older man just asked him to do the impossible. "My own father doesn't trust me enough to tell me hes dating again." Derek can see the hurt behind those words, he can't help but point out the hypocrisy in that statement. Afterall, they hadn't been too forthcoming with the information of their dating when it first happened.
"Babe, we didn't either." He says and Stiles rolls his eyes at him.
"I understand that, Derek, but that was clearly different." Derek purses his lips for a second and furrows his eyebrows, deciding against pointing out that no, in fact, it was no different or even if it was slightly different it was majorly different. They were basically the same thing.
"Stiles you have to see it from his eyes." Derek replies instead.
"Which part?" Stiles asks, his arms flailing slightly. "The 'oh, I'm dating' or the 'oh, I'm dating so in order to get back at my son I will do it behind his back?" He asks and Derek raises a brow.
"Stiles, I highly doubt that's his thinking. What would he even have to get back at you for?" He questions the younger man, furrowing his brows while Stiles' hands flail a bit more this time.
"I don't know because...because I'm dating you, because I dated Jackson. Maybe because I didn't let him have fries the other day." He says and Derek nods at him, and Stiles can tell just by looking at his boyfriend's face that the older man wasn't buying a word of his excuse but they were clearly reasonable reasons his father would want to get back at him for.
"He's not trying to get back at you." Derek deadpans back and Stiles frowns at the slightly firm tone.
"Okay. Fine, say he has his reasons for it why...why her?" He ends with a slight whine to his voice because of the thought. Derek smiles slightly, even as his boyfriends shoulders slump.
"I'm sure your father thinks the same thing when he looks at us." Derek says, his voice soft and Stiles' lip twists up at the side as if he found something funny.
"My father questions 'why her' when he looks at us?" Derek glares at his boyfriend lightly who just smiles and makes a face that tells Derek he said it first.
"You know what I mean. Why me?" Derek says a bit stronger and Stiles shakes his face.
"No my father adores you, you make me happy." Stiles says and Derek smiles back at him.
"Maybe she makes him happy" Stiles bites his lip at those words, wondering the same thing. He looks away before looking up, deflating slightly and sighing.
"Maybe but you and my dad get along...we don't. Why her, Derek?" He asks again and Derek smiles slightly.
"She's probably not that bad, babe." Stiles stares at Derek shocked when Derek speaks, thinking back to the incident at Starbucks.
"Oh my God." He whispers. "Is that...is that who I think it is?" He asks, his eyes never leaving the window, while the other three looked to him.
"Babe, who is that?" Derek asks.
"Scott, Issac. Please tell me you see who is with my dad?" Stiles says, a horrified expression and voice taking over as he stares at the woman and his father, his heart pounding in his chest. Scott stares out the window shocked and Issac's lips part.
"Is that...Ms. Blake?" Issac asks and Stiles let's out a choked noise at the confirmation and Derek looks between them.
"Mmm, who's Ms. Blake?" Derek asks and Stiles looks to him in order to answer.
"It's one of my teachers." Stiles says before looking back at them as his father opened the car door for him, he felt nauseous. "My dad's dating my English teacher." He says, swallowing and blinking back to the table in front of him. His dad. Was dating. His English teacher.
"Okay. Babe, I'm sorry." Stiles nods, making sure Derek knew he should be and Derek continues. "Just don't worry about it so much, he'll tell you when he's ready. There are so many reasons why he might not have told you and you can ask him when he's ready. Okay? He'll tell you." Stiles breathes and nods, accepting that.
"Okay, you're probably right. Let's not talk about my dad anymore." Derek nods and looks around the house, smiling after a few minutes.
"Hey babe." Stiles hums and looks to him while his grins, causing Stiles to look confused yet intrigued. "We have the house all to ourselves." Stiles smiles and walks over, looking up at Derek and throwing his arms around Derek's neck.
"What did you have in mind?" Stiles asks him and Derek keeps his grin as he presses his lips to Stiles'. Stiles moans and grips Derek's hair loosely the other hand resting on his neck, keeping him close. Derek, uses one hand on Stiles' waist and the other on his lower back to pull him closer and deepens the kiss, and Stiles pulls away first. Pressing a kiss to the side of Derek's parted lips. "Bedroom?" He suggest and Derek is quick to pull him back and lead Stiles up the stairs. Stiles is quick to follow, his lips attempting to chase after Derek's when they part. Stiles stops Derek at the top of the stairs to kiss his lips a little harder, pushing his hips towards the man and using a grip on Derek's shirt to pull Derek towards his room. Derek smiles against the lips and follows Stiles, his own hand coming to keep stiles head up to his lip, thumb underneath their connected lips. Derek uses his free hand to push the door open and his other hand slides down so the heel of his palm is on Stiles' collar bone, giving a light shove until the brunette is past the threshold. He pulls away to shut the door and finds Stiles pulling his shirt off, he cocks an eyebrow. Stiles unbuttons his pants and looks back up to Derek, stopping at the eyebrow.
"You know we have at least a few hours." Derek murmurs, walking toward the younger man who beams up at him and grabs the hem of his shirt, shoving it up enough so his hands can slip underneath it.
"We never have a few hours." Stiles whispers back and leans up to kiss the side of Derek's mouth then his jaw. His hands go up, wrists pulling the shirt with it when they curl around Derek's shoulders to pause before they move back down. "Now." He mumbles tracing his lips down to Derek's jaw. "Let me get some before we are royally fucked." Derek moves his leg and runs it over Stiles' erection, who whines and grinds back against it. "Derek, now." Derek shoves Stiles, who falls onto the bed with a breath coming out of him. He props himself on his elbows and smiles when Derek rids himself of his shift, tossing it away. "Wait." He sits up and places his hands on Derek's hips, his fingers on his back and the heel on his palm on Derek's waistband. He looks up to Derek, who's green eyes burn down at him. He blinks and moves his thumbs, caressing the skin underneath it.
"Stiles?" Derek asks, hands reaching out to run through Stiles hair. Stiles stands and leans forward to kiss Derek again, meanwhile using his hands to unbutton Derek's pants. Derek's hands slide down Stiles back and dip under his waistband, grabbing his ass and pushing him forward. Stiles gasp against the lips and fumbles with the button on Derek's jeans before hooking his fingers under them and yanking them down. Derek's hands come back to his chest and shove him down again, this time following him down. Their lips stay connected as they crawl their way up the bed, towards the headboard, one of Derek's hands keeping the pants off Stiles as they go until Stiles is naked under him. Derek leaves his lips to kiss at his jaw before licking down his neck and stopping where it meets his shoulder and sucking a bruise into the skin, listening to the loud moan that escapes his lovers lips. He nips gently, listening to the gasp and smirks, trailing his lips down to Stiles' collar bone he presses a kiss there and then nips, sucking again.
"Derek." Stiles sighs, pulling Derek closer and tilting his head back, causing Derek to lick up the front of this throat to his chin where he presses his lips to. Stiles tilts his head forward to kiss him and Derek runs his tongue over the roof of the younger man's mouth, who let's out a noise. Derek moans when Stiles' leg hooks around him and pull him down. "Derek." His voice is more of a warning now, telling Derek they were running out of – what should be endless – time. Derek wants to be like this forever, wants to take the time to memorize every inch of Stiles' skin. Wants to lick and kiss every dip and scar and mark on his boyfriend's body. Wants Stiles under him and over him and kissing him and cussing loudly and whining and writhing. All of it, he just wants Stiles. Before he knows it his teeth are digging roughly into Stiles' shoulder, who moans louder than he has and Derek pulls away, looking at the mark and then looking at Stiles who bites his lips.
"That's hot." Derek says, leaning down again to bite Stiles' neck. His teeth dig in a little harder and Stiles' hand tangles in his hair as he lets out a scream, arching slightly.
Issac walks into the house with Allison, bags in hand from the mall. He puts Allison's bag on the floor and hears a noise, straightening up and looking to his girlfriend to see if she heard it as well. She confirms and he listens, hearing a scream. One he recognizes as Stiles, he stands quickly and points to Allison.
"Stay here and call Aiden." He tells her, while he runs up the stairs, hearing another scream. He almost smashes into Derek's locked door and is quick to pound on it, the side of his fist hitting the door loudly. "Stiles! Stiles, are you okay?" He yells. "What's going on?"
"I'm..." Stiles gasps. "F-f-fine. Oh, shit...fine...ahhh yes." Issac frowns at the door, that certainly didn't sound fine, he was stuttering. What if he was hurt and scared?
"You don't sound fine." Issac says back, his fist still against the door, hand still clenched around the door knob. He doesn't want to break Derek's door to get to Stiles, he can wait for Aiden.
"I'm so...Fine!" Stiles yells back, the word 'fine' coming out higher pitched and louder. "Fuck." Issac's hand hits the door again as he's startled by the cuss word.
"Allison called Aiden, okay?" He tells the man behind the door.
"Wh-what? Whyyy? I told you I was Fiiine." Issac frowns at the moan he ends on, it makes him uncertain about just standing here. Stiles could be hurt!
"You didn't and don't sound Fiiine." He mimics the moan back, trying to get Stiles to realize how bad he sounded and hopefully tell him what was going on. Issac hears the door downstairs open and Aiden's worried voice with Allison's as he runs up the stairs to them.
"Stiles!" Aiden yells, hitting the door. Both boys hear a louder thud, like furniture hitting the wall and panic.
"Shit!" Stiles cusses loudly causing two fists to hit the door.
"The fuck is going on!? Stiles are you okay? What's going on!" Aiden yells, anger and worry taking his features. He had been driving with Lydia on the way to get ice cream when he got a call from Allison saying Issac was worried about Stiles because he was screaming. Allison and Lydia are hidign their laughs at their boyfriends, looking at each other and wondering if they should tell them or see how long it takes them to figure out what was going on behind that door, what was really happening. They can hear a muffled voice.
"Nothing is going on, Aiden. Everything is fine. Now leave us alone." Derek says back.
"A-a-aiden I'M f-fine!" Stiles tells him and Aiden glares at the door. So Derek was in there with Stiles huh?
"Derek, you better not be hurting him!" Aiden tells the older man while Issac nods next to him, both oblivious to the stifled laughter from behind them.
"Yeah, I swear. Derek, open this door." Issac growls.
"Go. Away!" Derek yells back and Aiden glares while Issac pouts.
"Derek." the blond whines. "please open the door."
"No, now go away." Derek says back, making a noise that's slightly muffled by the door but makes Aiden cross his arms defensively.
"Why won't you open the door?" Aiden says, not wanting to find out Kate really messed up Derek and the older man was in there giving Stiles exactly what Jackson gave him because, brother or not, Aiden won't hesitate to hurt Derek back.
"We're busy. Go away or when I get out I'll kick your asses. Go!" The older man yells back.
"Yeah," Allison says, reaching for her boyfriend as she starts to take sympathy on the two hidden men. "Let's just go downstairs, Issac."
"No! Stiles is hurt!" Issac screams at her.
"I'm not hurt." Stiles denies before screaming Derek's name and causing both men to pound wildly on the door as if attempting to encourage one of the other's to open in.
"Guys, guys. He's fine, let's go, he's fine." Lydia says but neither boy pays her any mind.
"Guys, please go downstairs." Stiles pleads from the other side.
"No." Issac drags out.
"The hell with that." Aiden says. They both sit against the wall and stare at the door until Stiles yells at them Go and Derek yells Now at them. They slowly make their way to their laughing girlfriends, who are walking down the stairs until they hear another bang and Stiles screaming again.
"Oh my God! Fuck, Der-Ahh, yes" And a yell from Derek following, then they're running back towards the door, pounding on it a bit more viciously this time, yelling for the two to open the door now. "Stop!" Stiles yells after a few minutes and the two stop, listening to the sounds on the other side. After what feels like forever Derek opens the door and Issac is running towards Stiles while Aiden's in Derek's space.
"What the fuck was going on?" Aiden asks. "Stiles are you okay? Did Derek hurt you?" He asks, looking over to Stiles, who looks at him like he's crazy, while rubbing at his neck.
"Why didn't you guys let us in?" Issac asks while Derek glares at the two laughing girlfriends who look like they're about to cry or fall over. "You're bruised!" Issac yells, poking softly at one of the bruises on Stiles' neck who flushes and swats at the hand.
"You bruised him,explain now!" Aiden says, looking as intimidating as he can but Derek just sighs.
"They aren't those kind of bruises." Derek tells him, a small smirk forming on his lips.
"Oh right, then what are they?" Aiden asks and Stiles shoves at him, moving to stand next to Derek while looking at Aiden a little annoyed.
"They're hickeys. You know what you should be leaving on Lydia..." He looks to Issac. "And Allison."
"Why in the hell would you guys think Stiles was in trouble?" Derek asks, putting an arm around Stiles' shoulder and holding him close.
"I heard him screaming." Issac says and Stiles groans.
"Oh my God." He says, hiding his face in Derek's side and shaking his head as a flush takes over his face.
"What was going on?" Aiden asks and Stiles looks to him, stuttering before Lydia laughs out loud, over Allison, catching everyone's attention.
"You dumbass, they were having sex." Lydia tells them laughing.
"Well, why was Stiles screaming like he was in pain?" Issac asks, raising a brow and turning back towards the couple being wrongfully interrogated but the two of them. Stiles shrugs Derek's arm off him to roll his eyes and Derek let's it fall, leaning against the door frame.
"He wasn't." Derek says, a little cocky for getting his boyfriend to scream that loud.
"It was pleasure." Allison says.
"Yeah, something I'd like to be doing." Lydia says, pursing her lips and Aiden takes the hint but Issac shakes his head and stops him, pointing at Stiles.
"But he wasn't a screamer before." Issac says and Stiles raises his brows looking at Issac.
"And how do you know that?" He asks, a little outraged. He wasn't much of a screamer with Jackson, reasonably so but Issac didn't know that.
"Scott and I walked on you and Jackson a lot. You're more or a moaner than a screamer." Stiles flushes at the accusation while Derek growls at the names slightly beside him, clenching his fists.
"Then obviously Jackson wasn't doing it right or Stiles wasn't enjoying it." Stiles blinks at Derek's words but seems otherwise unfazed by them.
"Or the fucker was raping him." Aiden growls quietly but everyone hears it. Allison and Lydia see the way Stiles goes tense at those words and decide to ask him later.
"Okay, now that you know Stiles is okay let's go down stairs and wait for everyone else to show up." Allison says before the guys notice Stiles' unease and the guys mumble their acceptance of going downstairs. Lydia watches as Stiles visibly relaxes at Derek's touch on his shoulder.
Stiles is leaned forward in between Aiden and Derek, cussing violently at the three boys while Lydia and Allison are gossiping quietly away from them. Issac is on the other side of Derek also cussing loudly and Aiden's screaming at them while they play a game that neither girl is interested in at the moment. The two are able to block out the yells as they talk.
"Fuck, no! You suck!" Aiden yells, almost throwing his controller. "You totally cheated."
"Awe, go cry to your girlfriend!" Stiles says back, eyes never leaving the screen. Aiden leans back and waits.
"You know, we should go out after this game, I'm kind of hungry." Aiden says and Issac grunts, confirming it. Stiles and Derek both agree and Lydia perks at the words, tugging on Allison.
"We'll make you guys something to eat. Stiles, come on?" Stiles raises a brow but doesn't look at Lydia as she speaks or Allison.
"What? No, I'm totally kicking ass, you go." He says and Aiden lifts his head to look at his girlfriend who pulls a bitch face at Stiles, even though the man wasn't looking at her.
"Stiles, you better get your ass in that kitchen before I get you in the kitchen." Lydia threatens and Stiles freezes, looking up to her and nodding.
"Yes, ma'am. Totally. Whatever you want. Yeah, I didn't want to play this game anyway. To the kitchen."He leans over and kisses the side of Derek's mouth who turns to kiss him back, ignoring the groan from Lydia and Aiden. Stiles stands and follows the girls to the kitchen, resisting the urge to grumble the entire few steps there. Stiles does however mock them for deciding to make sandwiches for the guys but helps anyway, halfway through the girls can't keep silent anymore.
"Hey, Stiles." Allison calls softly, frowning over at the man who finishes another sandwich, sliding it across the table and putting chips on the plate next to it. He looks up to her.
"Yeah?" He asks, raising a brow and looking to Lydia when he feels the sets of eyes burning into him and frowns back.
"Can we ask you something?" The strawberry blond asks and he nods.
"Yeah. Why is something wrong?" He questions, wondering what exactly they needed to talk to him about that could have their faces like that. He doesn't recall anything happen recently, nothing that would cause those face anyway.
"No, about you." Allison clarifies, careful with her voice and choice of words. Stiles hums back at her, wondering what he did wrong now.
"Why did you tense when Aiden said rape?" Lydia asks straight out and he can't help his body as it tenses at the word, blink at her and frowning, feigning confusion.
"What do you mean?" He asks back and Allison raises a brow, sensing the fake emotion as fast as Lydia can spot it.
"You tensed when Aiden said Jackson raped you..like you're doing now." The brunette tells him and he furrows his brows, shifting his muscles and shaking his head.
"What? I'm not tense." He denies, swallowing around the lump that grows in his throat and turning back to Allison and Lydia's finished sandwiches, avoiding the girls as he pours chips onto the plates.
"You don't have to hide it from us." Lydia tells him, frowning and reaching out to him but he pulls back, looking up to her again.
"I'm not hiding anything from you. There's nothing to hide." He denies and Allison purses her lips for a second.
"Really?" She asks, skeptic and unbelieving of the words Stiles spoke. Stiles lets out a breath and looks down. He purses his lips and moves his eyes to look at her, keeping his head down but not answeting.
"Spill it, now." Lydia tells him, softer than a commend but with the same firmness behind it her voice held when she told him to come into the kitchen with them, which now he understands was a ploy to get him away from other...possibly overprotective ears and eyes.
"It's not what you think, you don't understand. Jackson didn't...he didn't..." His voice stops and he shakes his head, hoping to convey the message that there was no rape.
"Did he?" Lydia asks and Stiles growls slightly, annoyed with the continuous questioning of him telling the truth.
"No cause we were dating." He tells her and opens the fridge, pulling out drinks for everyone. Allison swallows.
"Did u tell him to stop?" Stiles freezes and goes silent as he thinks back. The girls stay silent, letting the room follow for a few minutes until stiles opens his mouth.
"Well I...I mean...he didn...can we not talk about this? There's nothing to talk about." He tells the girls, his voice going from unsure and afraid to firm and tough. Lydia shakes her head.
"I think we need to." He growls and stares at her for a few minutes before grabbing two plates. He wants to dart but he's afraid they'll take it too far and ask him in front of everyone.
"He did, okay? You guys happy now?" He storms away, leaving them to grab a few plates and drinks as he hands a plate to Derek, Issac and a drink to Derek, holding his own drink and plate close, staring angrily at the television, now flipped onto some show he's never seen before.
"Aw, Stiles, what's wrong? Your sandwich not come out right?" Issac teases, hoping to get a smile out of the obviously anger teen, who in return just makes a semi-grunt noise that makes the three concerned.
"Shut up, Issac." Aiden asks, leaning forward. "Stiles, what's wrong?"
"Babe, you look like you're about to cry. What happened?" Derek asks and Stiles doesn't answer them, just stares at the TV, trying to hold back his anger and tears, trying to ignore the feeling in his chest. Lydia hands Aiden a plate and drink, looking to Stiles in sympathy.
"He's fine you guys." She says but none of them really buy it and Derek knows they're lying as he looks at his boyfriend. He hates that look Stiles has on his face. Aiden moves to go sit with Lydia, leaving Stiles room to move if he were mad at Derek. After a few minutes Derek's calm and wondering what his boyfriend is mad about but figures it's better to push it aside for now and cheer him up, clearly he didn't want to talk about it yet and the tears looked like they were leaving his eyes so Derek decided to file it in his mind and ask about it late. Stiles lifts his sandwich, still angry, and Derek ducks his head taking a bite out of it and smiling when Stiles makes a noise.
"Dereeek." Stiles whines to him, looking to him wide-eyed and curious. Derek smiles and swallows, blinking innocently.
"Oh, sorry, was that not mine?" He asks and Stiles pouts back at him so Derek lifts his own sandwich. "Here, I'll offer you a bite of mine as an apology, deal?" Stiles nods and grabs Derek's hand which is wrapped around the sandwich, moving his head to take a large bite out of Derek's sandwich. Derek's jaw falls and he gapes at Stiles who is trying to chew while looking like a chipmunk, it's somehow the cutest, grossest thing he's ever seen. The struggle Stiles is going through makes his lips snap shut and he rolls his eyes smiling. "Happy now." Stiles doesn't answer right away opting to swallow and then hum, snatching a chip from Derek's plate and smirking as he ate it. Derek grabs Stiles' plate and places it on the table, grabbing the young man's hips and digging the tips of his fingers into Stiles' side until Stiles falls backward with a laugh escaping his lips as Derek tickles him.
"Der-derek!" He squeals out, shoving and twisting at the feeling, laughing underneath Derek who is more than happy to see Stiles' smile and hear him laughing. "Derek!" He laughs out, unaware of the eyes on them. "sto-op. Derek, stooop." He laughs and Derek doesn't but slows slightly.
"On one condition." Derek says and stiles nods, his own hands wrapped around Derek's wrists, looking in his boyfriend's eyes as he hovers above Stiles.
"Anything, what?" Derek ducks down and kisses Stiles, hoping to let the younger man know he doesn't want to hurt him. Stiles just smiles up at him when he pulls away.
"You tell me what happened in the kitchen." Stiles' smile falls but he nods at Derek's words, looking over to the other occupants.
"But...later." Derek nods and runs his fingers over Stiles' hips again, getting a wiggle from the younger man. Allison and Lydia stare at them shocked, wondering if Stiles was going to tell Derek the truth. Derek doesn't sit up and off his boyfriend instead choosing to look down at him, knees still pressed into the couch, eyes flickering between Stiles and Stiles flushes at the look in Derek's eyes.
AN: You guys I'm not sure if this is a happy, fluffy fic or a darker fic but there were parts that made us laugh. Like overprotective (brothers) Aiden and Issac, completely blind and overcome by fear of Stiles being hurt they don't realize what's going on behind closed doors. Yes, we'll touch up on the Sheriff's relationship and there's of course more to come. But seriously, we liked writing it so let us know if you thought it was a happier chapter or a sadder chapter.
Also, sorry for the weird awkward tease porn scene I wrote it was...well, it was what it was. I can't write anything sexy to save my life.