Stiles followed Theo back to the other room. He would have loved to stay back, that bed had been comfy, and let Peter bring over his things later but this shortly after the revelation of werewolves Stiles didn't think that it would be a good idea to let the poor man face Peter alone. Not that that was ever a good idea.
By now Peter had showered and put on some clean, and whole, clothes but the way he was moving told Stiles that there were probably bandages under that shirt. Wounds inflicted by an alpha healed slower, that was nothing new, what was new was the fact that apparently Derek was real enough to cause that effect.
"Got you a room," Stiles announced and had a look around. Peter had tidied up a bit but the damage to the room was still visible. There was a dent in the wall, a chair was trashed and one of the beds was broken through. Peter had tried to take care of the worst of the blood strains but with not much success.
"I think you'll need bleach for this," Peter said, almost apologizing. He straightened up and then he was just standing there with a bloody towel in his hands.
"Don't worry about it." Theo hurried to assure him, looking everywhere but Peter. Stiles didn't need to be able to smell his scent to know that he was afraid of Peter.
"Like I said, I'll pay for the damage." Stiles moved past him to sit down on the remaining bed.
"Where's Derek?" Theo had a look around but Stiles wasn't sure if he was worried about Derek or just wanted to know where the other potential threat was.
"He needed fresh air," Peter spoke up, the bloody towel now over his shoulder as if they'd caught him in the middle of doing the dishes. To Stiles it looked absurd and eerily fitting at the same time, it reminded him of Peter's post-murder handkerchief. Who the fuck used a monogrammed handkerchief to wipe blood off their hands? Peter, that's who.
To Theo, however, he must look like a serial killer. Which … okay, he had a point there.
Theo did a quick "inspection" of the room before he wished them a good night and more or less bolted out of the door.
"What's with him?" Peter asked once they were alone.
"He probably thinks that you'll bite him or rip his throat out. With your teeth." Stiles waved him off, he was too tired for this shit.
"That would be very uncivilized."
Peter sat down next to him.
"Are you okay?"
"No," Stiles admitted. It was just too much. He was hurting and exhausted and he just knew that he would summon Derek to keep him company for the night.
Instead of an answer, Peter put his arm over Stiles' shoulders. Stiles let himself sag into the other man. He was tempted to ask him to share the room with him, just like in the good old times, but he felt as if he would betray Derek with that. It was stupid but he couldn't help that feeling.
"Are we safe here?" Peter broke the silence.
"Had to clue Theo in on werewolves." Stiles sat up straighter and wiped his eyes. "But yeah, we're safe here."
"We should go to sleep, then," Peter said. "Sleepover it, we can figure out the rest tomorrow."
Peter looked exhausted as well so Stiles just nodded and reached for his crutches again.
Peter carried Stiles meager things over to the other room, Stiles should ask Edith if he could use her washing machine, he was running out of clean clothes, and after he'd made sure that Stiles had everything he needed, Peter left him alone.
Stiles busied himself with peeling himself out of his clothes, brushing his teeth and a quick wipe down with a washcloth, he was not up for a shower, and then he was lying in the too big bed.
For a few minutes, he tried to will himself to sleep but his mind was racing and he was hyper-aware of the fact that he was alone in the bed. He was used to having at least a shade watching over him and lately he had grown used to having Derek with him in bed.
Still not knowing what the right thing to do was, Stiles gave in. A second later Derek slipped under the covers. It was dark, at least to Stiles' eyes, so only when Derek cuddled up to him he noticed that he had failed to summon him with clothes on.
"Are you naked?" Stiles asked but he was pretty sure that Derek's bare dick had just brushed against this thigh.
"Yes," Derek answered, not in the slightest embarrassed over that fact.
"Just fucking great." Stiles huffed but he was too exhausted to actually do something about this. Derek had slipped his hand under Stiles' shirt and was taking his pain again and that was nice, okay?
Derek shifted closer, hesitating at first but then he shoved his nose into the hollow of Stiles' neck. It tickled and made Stiles laugh.
"Do I smell bad again?" He asked.
"Yes." The word was a hot puff on Stiles' skin. "Because of me?"
That sobered Stiles up.
"No," he hurried to say. "You did nothing wrong."
"You smell like the other werewolf," Derek stated.
"Are you jealous?" Stiles asked. If he was honest, he had no idea what was going on in Derek's head. Could he be jealous?
"I don't like it." Derek rubbed his cheek over Stiles neck and shoulder, marking him with his scent.
"His name is Peter Hale." Stiles angled his head to give Derek better access. "If anybody asks, he's your uncle." That made Derek pause but after a moment he went back to covering up every trace of Peter on Stiles with his own scent.
It didn't take long for the scenting to take a different turn. Derek had his hand in Stiles' hair and he was licking and kissing every inch of bare skin he could reach. It didn't come as a surprise when his lips met Stiles'.
Stiles knew it was wrong, he knew that. But Derek was right there and more than willing and by now the hard line of his erection was pressed against Stiles' thigh. And damn, he needed a good fuck.
"Derek." Stiles cupped his face to bring some distance between them. "What do you want?"
"You," came the instant answer. Along with some grinding.
"Derek, do you want to have sex with me?" Stiles wanted to tell him to rip off his boxers and just take him but he needed to hear Derek saying it.
"Yes." Derek was now almost lying on top of him, his cock nestled into the crease of Stiles' hip. This way Stiles' own erection got some nice friction as well.
"You can say no." Stiles had problems focusing because Derek was worming his hands under his shirt but this was important. "Derek, listen to me, this is an order."
At that, Derek stopped and propped himself up to look Stiles in the eye. Even in the dim light, Stiles noticed the intensity with which he was watching him.
"You can say no," Stiles repeated. "I won't be mad, quite the opposite. If you want to stop or if we do something you don't feel comfortable with, you have the order to tell me to stop. Do you understand that?"
"Yes."
"Do you want to fuck me?" Stiles asked. He couldn't help bucking his hip into Derek but he needed to know before he let this escalate farther.
"Yes," Derek answered but he was still looking down on him with that intense look. "Do you want me to fuck you?"
That question totally blindsided him. Stiles gaped at him and for a moment neither of them moved.
"Why are you asking this?"
"Your scent and body say you want to have sex with me but your words don't," Derek said, still watching him. Searching for hints, Stiles realized, for a cue on how to proceed.
"I want to." Stiles made up his mind. He could freak out over this tomorrow. "But only if you want it too."
Instead of an answer Derek leaned in and brought their lips together. Stiles could lose himself in Derek's kisses but today he needed more.
"There's lube somewhere in my bag, get it."
While Derek was searching for the lube, Peter had just thrown everything in the bag but even he had been too tired to say something sassy about the lube in the nightstand, Stiles scrambled out of his boxers and t-shirt. He put a pillow under his lower back and the folded blanket under his injured leg, this should work as long as Derek didn't go too rough on him.
When Derek turned back to him, bottle of lube in hand, he paused and just took a moment to look at Stiles who was waiting bare and open for him on the bed. Stiles didn't know what to read in his eyes. The lamp on the nightstand was not bright enough to illuminate the whole room and left Derek's eyes in the dark, Stiles could only make out a hint of red glowing in the shadows.
He swallowed thickly.
"Come here and open me up," Stiles said and only then realized that it was an order which Derek had to follow.
However, Derek was already crawling onto the bed from the foot end and damn, that was a sexy sight.
He buried his face in Stiles' crotch and inhaled deeply, his stubble scratching over the sensitive skin of Stiles' inner thigh. He nosed at Stiles' balls and licked the skin right behind them and all Stiles could do was to lie there and wonder what he would do next. This was not what he had in mind when he'd told Derek to open him up. But apparently, Derek had a mind of his own.
Then there was a lubed finger probing his entrance but at the same time, there was a hot mouth sinking down on his length.
"Not gonna last." Stiles breathed out but then he lost the ability to form words when Derek found his prostate.
Stiles came with three fingers deep in him and the muscles of Derek's throat working him through the waves of his orgasm.
"That was good." Stiles sank deeper into the mattress, his body relaxed and warm. He could drift off to sleep like this.
However, Derek wasn't done with him. He got into position between his pliant legs, hoisted the one that wasn't in a cast over his shoulder and then, ever so slowly, he sank into him.
Stiles' mouth fell open in a toneless sigh. He was stretched and loose but Derek filled him up so good. Stiles thought that he told Derek that much but he wasn't sure. But then Derek started to move and everything else was forgotten.
He rolled his hips slowly, more grinding than thrusting, which resulted in agonizing slow drags over Stiles' already sensitive prostate. As if he had all the time in the world Derek worshiped Stiles' front with little licks and kisses, his hand caressing the parts he couldn't reach with his mouth.
"Derek," Stiles keened when his mouth found one of his nipples. It was too much. Stiles just helplessly buried a hand in Derek's hair, to keep him there or to push him away, he didn't know, while Derek gently scraped his teeth over the pebbled flesh.
Stiles came a second time with Derek balls deep in him and this time he took Derek over the edge with him. Derek's face was just inches above him and coming down from his own high, Stiles saw the red glowing in his eyes, his mouth slack with a hint of canine.
Stiles reached up to cup his face and Derek pushed into his palm without even noticing.
"You're beautiful," Stiles whispered, afraid to break the moment. Derek didn't answer, he just rubbed his cheek against Stiles' palm and let out a content sigh.
Stiles would have liked to stay like this forever but eventually, Derek slipped out and Stiles sent him to clean up and bring him something to wipe off the lube and come as well.
With that taken care of Derek slipped under the covers with him again. Looked like Derek was a cuddler after sex, Stiles noticed and welcomed him with open arms.
Stiles was already half asleep when Derek suddenly broke the silence.
"Stiles?"
"Hmm?" Not really awake Stiles snuggled deeper into his pillow.
"Stiles?" Now Derek propped himself up on one elbow and Stiles got the feeling that whatever this was, it was important. He blinked his eyes open.
"Yes?"
"I'm not real, am I?"