A/N: There seems to be a bit of a miscommunication in my writing about Mrs. McCall knowing about Stiles' situation. She Did NOT know about the situation. The admittance of Papa Stilinski was kept secret from the rest of the staff for the scam to take place. No one knew about Stiles' situation except for the three hospital staff who took part in the scam. Mrs. McCall had no idea. In chapter 19 it says "It was good to see Mrs. McCall again after so long. He'd never sought her out while he was in the hospital with his father, too ashamed to see her, but had actually missed her a lot." Which means she did not know therefore Scott didn't know. Sorry about the miscommunication. Yes there are a lot of inconsistencies but for the sake of the fic hardly anyone knew. I thought I'd made it clear in previous chapters and I'm sorry it didn't come across correctly. It was only just revealed that Matt had taken a picture and sold it to the newspaper so a few people do know but not a lot.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Teen Wolf.
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When Derek got home from visiting his parent's house per their request, Stiles' Jeep wasn't parked in the driveway. It was Monday night and he had school in the morning. Quickly he tugged out his phone and pressed Stiles' number, quickly pressing the phone to his ear. A dial tone and automated message informed him that the current number he was calling was no longer in service and to hang up. Confused he looked at his phone to make sure he had the right contact and pressed the dial button again. Still no answer.
Frustrated he stormed inside and looked through his papers on his desk to see if maybe he'd written the wrong number down even though he knew the one in his phone was correct. There was nothing.
"Stiles, what the hell are you doing?" he growled to himself and went out to the living room to wait for Stiles to get home.
Stiles had finally convinced Derek that he needed something in the living room so he'd bought a cushiony couch that reclined and had cup holders in the arms per Stiles' request. He sat there now, watching the front door and clutching his phone in his hand so he'd be able to answer it immediately if Stiles called.
There was absolute silence for the next two hours. Derek's patience was starting to wear thin when a familiar rumbling engine started down the gravel road to Derek's house. Anger lit once again within Derek's chest and he growled low and menacingly deep in his chest. It only amplified when the Jeep headlines shone through the darkness before Stiles turned off the Jeep and climbed out. Derek was standing by the door when Stiles opened it.
"Where the hell have you been? You don't answer my calls and it's a school night. You…" Derek froze, catching Stiles' scent and finally really seeing him.
Stiles was frozen, heart hammering loudly in his chest as he stared up at Derek with wide eyes surrounded by smudges of dark…something. He also reeked of artificial berry scent and make-up. Stiles began fidgeting as the silence stretched on while Derek did a full sensory check of him. He didn't smell like sex but he definitely smelled like females. Plural.
"What. The. Hell. Stiles?" Derek ground out, teeth gnashing with anger.
"I, uh, I went over to a friend's house and we got carried away and I accidently stayed out past curfew and I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to, I swear it'll never happen again. We were doing an experiment with something and it took waaay longer than any of us anticipated and…"
"Stiles, shut up." Derek growled and Stiles immediately shut his mouth, cowering back slightly against the hot fury rolling off Derek. "Why do you smell like a girl?"
Stiles stood up straight, mouth popping open wide in shock. "I what?! I smell like a girl?! I…oh… I had to take a shower over there." Stiles' scent immediately turns embarrassed and he starts fidgeting, face emanating heat. "I kind of got really messy and it seriously got all over so I took a shower over at my friend's house. Don't worry though, all the people who were there were spoken for so nothing bad was happening, I swear."
Derek stared at him for several long minutes even after Stiles had sputtered to an embarrassed stop. There was no uptick in his heart beat or stutter in his words. Stiles was telling the truth.
"What do you have on your face?"
Stiles' face blanked once again into shock and a little bit of horror as he started wiping at his face.
"What?! I thought I got it all! Damn it! Freaking girls and their stupid freaking stuff, messy, gross, why?" Stiles muttered as he furiously wiped blindly at his face.
Finally Derek started to calm down, relieved that Stiles hadn't been with other people. It was Derek's turn to blanch as he realized what he'd just thought. He had absolutely no right to tell Stiles who he was or wasn't allowed to date. Damn it!
"Then what about your phone? I tried calling you multiple times but kept getting a dial tone and automated message. Is it dead or off?"
Stiles looks up at him startled and a little confused. "No, I haven't had my phone in a while. I had to stop paying for it so I could save that money. I thought you knew. It was right after that last time I called you to come over."
Derek frowned, thinking back to the last time he'd actually called Stiles. Huh, he hadn't realized it'd been so long.
"Oh, right, sorry. I…didn't know."
Stiles shrugged. "It's ok, you don't have to apologize. I didn't tell you either so it's totally my fault. I'll make sure to follow your curfew from now on, I won't break the rules again, I'm sorry."
Derek sighs and finally backs off, trudging back towards the couch and sitting down heavily. Stiles just stands at the door, looking unsure.
"No, it's alright. You… you should hang out with your friends more often. You've finally started acting like a teenager."
Stiles just keeps staring at him, obviously not understanding by the look on his face.
"You've been more relaxed lately. I was…concerned. I'll move the curfew to eleven instead of ten and I'll get you a new phone so I have some way of reaching you."
"No way man! This was a one-time thing…actually, it was preparation for the 31st so it's gonna happen again on that day but after that it's never gonna happen again, I swear. There's no need to waste your money. The extra hour is pretty awesome though. Thanks."
"I had no idea where you were today or when you'd be coming back or if you were coming back. I'm getting you a phone, no discussion."
Stiles sighed long and exaggerated. He opened his mouth as if to argue the subject some more but Derek gave him his best 'no nonsense' face and he quickly shut his mouth again.
"Fine, do whatever you want. I'm going to do some homework before bed. Good night."
"You might want to shower again. You really smell like a girl."
Stiles groaned, face flushing in embarrassment and Derek couldn't help but feel a spark of pleasure at the reaction before stamping it down hard and standing up, retreating to his bedroom without another word.
Over the last few weeks Stiles had finally begun relaxing, his face lighting into smiles more often, cracking jokes and having fun. He spoke of his friend Scott often as well as a few newer names with an odd sense of fondness. Derek would question it if he wasn't so glad Stiles wasn't trying to leave anymore. There were still some days when he'd come home smelling like sadness and pain and wouldn't talk much but in the last week he'd only retreated back into himself maybe once or twice, if that. It was relieving.
Derek hadn't been sure what to do about the boy after that night he'd allowed himself to indulge in himself and the boy and shared that heated kiss. It'd been a mistake, one he'd thought would cripple what little they'd built between them, but Stiles hadn't brought it up once. There were some heated moments, arguments and intense stares that had Derek tensing but just as soon as he thought that Stiles was going to bring it up for sure the moment would pass and Stiles was slumping into himself or joking away the moment.
So Derek would end up sitting in his bed with a book in his hands, not comprehending any of the words he read as his mind turned aimlessly, listening to the boy in the other room get ready for and go to bed, like he was now. Stiles made him feel like he was swimming in emotions and lust. The amount of arousal that poured off the boy had grown over the last few weeks and it had Derek aching to get his hands on the boy. It was becoming unbearable. One slip up and he'd have the boy bent over the kitchen table and panting on his dick before the boy could utter a single syllable.
Stiles groaned in his sleep and Derek felt heat shoot through him. When Stiles had jerked off the second he'd gotten out of that room after the kiss Derek had had to listen to it, dick aching as he tried not to succumb to the temptation. It was futile.
Derek set aside the book he hadn't read a word of and thought back on the feel of those luscious, full lips, the feeling of the slick slide of his tongue when he'd opened up so sweetly under his firm touch. The sensations had been almost overwhelming. His dick pulsed heavily in his night pants and only lasted another minute of listening to Stiles' quiet noises of sleep before he had his hand smoothing down his abdomen and under the elastic band. The groan he let out when he finally got a firm hand around the base of his dick was low and filthy, barely restrained.
Derek tried not to imagine the plush cupid's bow of the kid's lips stretched taut over his cock, he really did, but as his cock grew firm under his cruel tugging his mind was filled with visions of honey brown eyes peeking shyly up at him from beneath dark lashes, an upturned nose buried in the dark, coarse hair at the base of his cock, and long, pale fingers gripping his thighs as he pulls and pushes himself on Derek's cock, choking on it.
Derek comes with a muffled whine, covering his fingers and stomach with the thick liquid. It'd been a while since he'd relieved himself and the satisfaction buzzed through his veins as much as the disappointment did. He should have more control than this. Stiles just brought out the worst in him, a side he hadn't let out in years. It was both terrifying and exhilarating.
As Derek cleaned up and finally got ready for bed he thought about the events of today. He'd nearly panicked when he'd come home to an empty home and then couldn't get in contact with Stiles. Then he'd come home smelling of females. It was disconcerting as much as it was relieving. What could he possibly been doing that would leave him smelling like that? Derek thought about asking in the morning but it really wasn't any of his business what Stiles did.
Was he even doing the right thing? He didn't know how to take care of others. All these questions were getting redundant.
A/N: Sorry this one is so short but I just could not figure out what to write. Things are moving soooo sloooww. Sorry 'bout that. I'm barely even 3/5ths of the way done with this story, I'm so bad at time skipping. So, here's what I have so far, I'm working on the next chapters.
Also, thank you so, so much for all of your support and lovely words. I know things are a bit unclear in some parts of this story but I'm trying to fix those as I go along. This story is developing in a way I didn't foresee therefore it kinda sucks. Sorry! Please stick with me as much as yalls can, I'm tryin'. I lurvs alls of yalls! ~hearts~