Author's Note: Home straight now, chaps! Not many more chapters to come (although I'm sure I'll rack up another 10K words or more before I actually finish this! This whole "Stiles' birthday" was originally going to be one chapter, but I've written so much that it's ended up spread out over three chapters instead! Don't worry, there's lots of Stiles & Erica bro-ing it up to come, plus some pack bonding types stuff, and oh, may be a little bit of Stereky sex! ;) Enjoy C: xx (Thanks etc are at the bottom!)


"Stiles!"

"Stiles isn't here." He mumbled into his pillow as his dad stepped into his room. "Please try again later." He screwed his eyes tightly shut as his dad yanked the blinds open. "Why are you torturing me?"

"Because it's your birthday." His dad replied, sitting down on the end of the bed and patting his feet through the comforter. "And it's after ten already. Just because you're not in school doesn't mean you get to wallow in bed all day."

"I like bed. Wallowing in bed can be my birthday present."

"So I can take your other presents back to the store?"

"Ugh, let's not be hasty." Stiles sat up, fighting the comforter every step of the way. "Do I have to get out of bed?"

"Yes. I'm working this afternoon so I won't see you until tomorrow if you don't get up now."

"You could bring presents up to me..." Stiles suggested, grinning.

"Or you could get up. I made chocolate chip waffles."

"Well that's my arm sufficiently twisted!" Stiles got out of bed, pausing to pull a hoodie on over his pyjamas before heading down to the kitchen.

True to his word, his dad had made chocolate chip waffles and Stiles grabbed one of f the pile, shoving it in his mouth as he wandered around making himself what Derek would probably refer to as an obnoxiously over-sugared cup of coffee.

"Here." His dad sighed, holding out a plate and giving him a gentle shove towards the table. Stiles grumbled around his mouthful of waffle but sat down anyway, snagging another waffle and drowning it in chocolate syrup.

"Why can't we have waffles every day?" He asked between bites. "Waffles are awesome."

"Because I don't deserve a lecture over breakfast every morning." His dad laughed, setting down a small pile of gifts and cards beside him. "What are you doing with your friends tonight?"

"Hanging out at Derek's." Stiles replied, tearing open an envelope and examining the card inside. "Ooh, Baba's sent me a whole five dollars!" He grinned, flapping the bill at his dad.

"It's the thought that counts."

Stiles ignored him, opening the other envelopes and shaking out the contents of the cards before stacking them in a neat pile next to his plate. He'd amassed a grand total of $105 which he was feeling fairly pleased with.

"These all from you?" He asked, prodding at the wrapped presents beside him. His dad nodded, smiling as he carelessly ripped them open.

"Leave the tags on that." His dad suggested as Stiles shook out the "Stark Industries" t-shirt he'd been nagging about for weeks. "In case it doesn't fit you and I need to return it." He'd cautiously asked his dad to order him a medium instead of his usual baggy large, enjoying the response he'd gotten from Derek when he wore t-shirts that fit him properly. He didn't dwell on that thought for too long, feeling a little pathetic for changing the habit of a lifetime on the basis of what Derek happened to like.

The other packages contained a couple of older Xbox games he'd asked for and he was busy reading the back of one of the cases when his dad pointedly pushed another present in front of him.

"What's that?" He asked, shaking the box and hearing an unfamiliar rattling sound.

"Just open it."

"Um, dad?" Stiles asked as he tore off the gift wrap to reveal a box of condoms. He blushed furiously and waved the box at his dad. "Really?"

"Yes, really. I know you'll deny anything if I ask you outright if you and Derek are doing anything, but I'm not as daft as you seem to think."

Stiles kept quiet, wedging his hands in the front pocket of his hoodie and thinking how unfortunate it would be if he died of embarrassment before he got to enjoy the rest of his birthday.

"Don't look at me like that." His dad chided when Stiles frowned at him. "I'm not trying to embarrass you and I'm not condoning you and Derek sleeping together either, but I'd rather know that you're at least going to be safe if you do decide to."

"We're not...I'm...I'm not old enough." Stiles managed, glaring at the remains of his waffle, which he now had no intentions of finishing.

"Nice try Stiles, but you and I both know that you'll do whatever you want, legal or otherwise."

"Would not."

"Look, just promise me you'll be safe." His dad sighed, taking a long sip of coffee. "And then we can stop talking about this and you can stop pulling ridiculous faces."

"Fine. I promise. I promise I won't let Derek knock me up." Stiles replied sarcastically, folding his arms. "Are you going to stop saying horrifying words now?"

"Stiles, I haven't said anything horrifying. Stop being dramatic." His dad rubbed his eyes and looked at his watch. "I need to leave soon. You want a ride to Derek's?"

"Yes please. In silence, for preference." Stiles replied hastily, ignoring his dad's sigh. "Have I got time to shower?"

"Just hurry up."

Stiles nodded, rushing out of the kitchen and up the stairs, taking his pile of gifts with him.

By the time he was showered and dressed, with a few extra minutes to have a minor panic about the tight fitted-ness of his new t-shirt, it was nearly noon, which meant his dad was nearly late for work. He grabbed his school bag, shoving his laptop and a few other essentials in it and scuttled out to his dad's truck before he could fall victim to another talking to.

"You look like a rabbit caught in someone's headlights." His dad commented as he climbed into the driver's seat of his truck. "What's the matter now?"

"Nothing!" Stiles replied too quickly, pulling his phone out of his pocket and texting Derek to let him know he was on his way over.

"So should I expect you home tonight or are you staying at Scott's?"

"I'll probably crash at Scott's. That's OK, right?"

"Sure. As long as it's OK with Melissa. Want me to call her and check?"

"No! No, Scott already asked. It's fine."

"Well just make sure you do stay at Scott's. Don't think you can get away with staying at Derek's just because it's your birthday."

"What if everyone else is there? And we all just crash there?"

"Still no."

"What about..."

"Stiles, there's no circumstances under which I'm going to be OK with you staying at Derek's. You can either come home tonight or you can stay at Scott's." His dad glanced over at him and frowned. "And don't think I won't check that you're there."

"Fine." Stiles pouted, putting his feet up on the dash and scowling. "But you're being kind of contradictory, you know. You can't give me condoms for my birthday then forbid me from staying at Derek's; that doesn't really make a whole lot of sense."

" Yes, well, I'm your father. I don't have to make sense. You just have to do as you're told."

"Tyrant." Stiles scowled, picking at a hole in the knee of his jeans. "You're just assuming that if I stay at Derek's it's because we're going to have sex. What if I just want to stay there because I love him and want to sleep in the same bed as him?"

"Again, still no."

"This is the worst birthday ever."

"You'll live." His dad frowned over at him, looking pointedly from his face to his shoes until Stiles took his feet down. "You can try and argue it however you want, but you're not going to convince me that it's OK for you to stay overnight in an apartment with your much older boyfriend."

"You know, I don't have to stay overnight for me and Derek..."

"If you finish that sentence, I'll bring you to the station with me." His dad scowled. "And you can spend your birthday sitting in my office instead."

"Fine." Stiles folded his arms as they turned onto Derek's block. He fell silent, aware that they were close enough for Derek to be able to hear them if he chose to listen in. "You can just let me out here." He added as they neared the apartment; he wasn't entirely comfortable with the fact that his dad knew where Derek lived.

"Have a good time then." His dad smiled, pulling over to the side of the road and putting the truck in park. "And don't forget, home or Scott's tonight or you can consider yourself grounded."

"Life ruiner." Stiles mumbled as he got out of the car, hefting his back pack onto one shoulder. He was appalled to see his dad grin and mutter 'that's me!" as he shut the car door; he stood gawping at the truck as his dad pulled away, waving at him through the window as he disappeared down the block. Since when was it acceptable for his dad to make jokes about effectively cock blocking him?

. o o o .

"What's that?" Derek asked, frowning at the box Stiles had slammed down on his coffee table.

"Ugh, I know I like to joke that you have no awareness of the real world, but seriously? It's condoms, Derek."

"You bought condoms? I thought you didn't like..."

"I don't! I didn't buy them! They're a birthday present." He huffed angrily, throwing himself down on the couch beside Derek. "From my dad."

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh. Big oh.

"Why is your dad giving you condoms for your birthday?"

"Because he's not stupid? He either knows we're already having sex or thinks we're about to. I don't want my dad knowing we're having sex!" Stiles wailed, putting his feet up on the coffee table and kicking the offending box away from him. "He did his stupid serious eyebrows and made me promise we'd be 'safe' and stuff."

"That doesn't sound that bad..."

"Look, I'm not even going to get into it. It should be illegal to experience that level of humiliation on your birthday!" He groaned loudly and flopped against Derek's shoulder. Derek sat stiffly for a few moments, only putting his arm around Stiles when he grumbled and prodded him in the ribs. "You didn't even say happy birthday to me, you know."

"Because you rushed in here and started squawking about condoms and didn't give me the chance." Derek huffed. "Happy birthday." He leant over and kissed Stiles on the forehead.

"Please tell me you got me better presents than condoms?" Stiles laughed, patting Derek on the stomach.

"That's not all your dad gave you, is it?" Derek asked, raising an eyebrow.

"God no. Bunch of Xbox games and this." He pulled his hoodie up to show Derek the new t-shirt he was wearing. "It's possible that I've kind of made a big deal about the condoms."

"You, making a big deal about nothing?" Derek scoffed, running his hand up and down Stiles' back as he leant forward to grab his phone from the coffee table.

"Oh shut up. Come on, what did you get me?"

"Patience is a virtue you know." Derek commented as he got up and walked to his bedroom, grabbing a brown paper bag, the kind Stiles normally associated with groceries, not gifts. "If it's wrong, I can get you something else." Derek mumbled, dropping the bag in Stiles' lap. "It's been a while since I've had to buy a gift for anyone."

Stiles looked up at him, putting the bag down on the floor beside the couch and getting to his feet so he could throw his arms around Derek, burying his head against his shoulder. Derek slid his hands up Stiles' back, holding him tightly as he pressed his nose against his neck and inhaled deeply.

"I'm OK, Stiles." Derek said quietly.

"So stop sniffing me." Stiles told him, his words muffled.

"No. I like the way you smell." Derek replied, taking another deep breath before disentangling himself from Stiles and pushing him gently until he fell back down on the couch. "Just look at your gift, OK?"

Stiles grinned at him and grabbed for the bag again, pulling it open to reveal what appeared to be a homemade envelope on top of a lumpy parcel. Stiles opened the envelope carefully, laughing gleefully as he examined the hand drawn card Derek had given him.

"You seriously drew this yourself?" Stiles asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It's just a drawing." Derek shrugged self-consciously.

"It's the kid out of Where the Wild Things Are, right?" Stiles asked, running his fingers lightly across the picture. "It's amazing."

"It's OK." Derek shrugged again, reaching for the bag and tipping out the lumpy, and now he looked at it, not too well wrapped gift onto Stiles' lap. "Reminds me of you. Wandering around the woods and being a pain in my ass."

"You're not allowed to be mean to me on my birthday you know." Stiles pouted, picking at the excessive sticky tape. "Do you even know how to wrap gifts?" He asked, looking up and holding the parcel out to Derek. Derek snatched it from him, ripping open the paper and throwing it back to Stiles.

"A leather jacket?" He asked, raising his eyebrows as he shook it out into his lap. "Aren't leather jackets for your wolfettes? Is this your way of saying you're going to bite me?" Derek growled softly at him and sat down on the coffee table.

"I'm not going to bite you, idiot. And for the millionth time, they chose to get leather jackets. That was nothing to do with me."

"This is yours." Stiles commented, turning the jacket over in his hands. "The one you were wearing that night at the school..."

"Yeah. It's been repaired though." Derek said, pointing several rows of almost imperceptible stitches from where Peter's claws had shredded the leather, and Derek, so many months ago. "It's OK if you don't want it."

"Are you kidding? This is my favourite of all your jackets. This jacket made my stupid crush on you a good 37% worse! Why are you giving it to me?"

"Doesn't fit me anymore." Derek shrugged, watching as Stiles got off the couch and hurriedly pulled off his hoodie so he could try the jacket on.

"Fucking awesome." Stiles grinned, admiring the way the sleeves of the jacket fell over his hands. He wasn't going to think too much about how it was just slightly too loose on his shoulders; no one could ever accuse him of being as built as Derek. "So does it look OK?" He asked, glancing at Derek. "I mean, obviously it's not going to look as good on me as it did on you, but, yeah."

"You look good." Derek smiled shyly as Stiles sat down again, reaching for his hand and lacing their fingers together.

"I probably look slightly better than normal." Stiles shrugged uncomfortably. "I wouldn't go as far as good."

"Shut up." Derek chided, lifting Stiles' hand to his mouth and kissing his knuckles. "Why do you have to keep putting yourself down?"

"I've seen me?" Stiles laughed awkwardly, pulling his jacket open slightly with his free hand and sniffing the soft leather. "Is this part of your make me smell like you plan? Still trying to mark your territory?"

"I think everyone knows I'm yours by now." Derek replied quietly, staring down at the floor.

"More like I'm yours. You know Isaac changed my name in his phone to 'Derek's Pet', right?"

"Stop being negative about yourself." Derek interrupted, moving from the coffee table to the couch and pulling Stiles close so he could kiss him.

"Hey, remember my other birthday request? About you topping?" Stiles asked when they broke apart, his lips barely brushing against Derek's own. "Have you had any more thoughts about that?"

"Maybe."

"And?"

"And I'll tell you later." Derek smiled, cupping his hand around the back of Stiles' head and kissing him urgently.

"God, you're so mean to me." Stiles managed to grumble before Derek lay back, yanking Stiles down on top of him, his hands fisted in the supple leather of Stiles' jacket to keep him close. Stiles hummed happily against Derek's lips, feeling amused by the knowledge that they were undoubtedly filling the apartment with the scent of arousal which was guaranteed to draw complaints from the pack later. Somehow, as Derek's teeth grazed his neck, he couldn't find it in himself to care.


Thankies! (For reviews from chapters 50 & 51 'cause I got lazy last time round!)

Two guest reviews: I don't know if you're the same person or if that's two separate reviews, but thank you for the lovely reviews! (leave a name next time so I can say thankies properly!) x

KevinChris: I keep trying not to make them so cute, but then they do stuff like that without my permission! ;) x

xxSterekfan6xx: Who wouldn't want to live with Derek?! He's hot! Glad you liked the smutty bits! C: x

tvqueen22: I love the idea of them being equal; I'm not really down with one of them topping all the time! x

PrincezzShell101: Derek topping Stiles = mega hot! I hope I can write it well enough! x

Muzic-iz-Life: It might not do! Have some faith in him! ;) x

Witch20: Thankies C: x

MentToBeForever: Aww, thank you! Hope you like the update! C: x

justmetMaria: Glad you're on board with the Sterek-i-ness! I'd love to see them together on the show too, but I'm not sure if Season 3 is the right place for it...think Derek's got a few too many issues to work through first! x

RandomJayJay: There may or may not be some foreshadowing! ;) I've got a few days off work right now and the boyfriend is out playing with his friends tonight so I've got literally all day to sit around writing and watching Buffy! C: x

Magic Howl: God yeah, naked Derek and Stiles all the time would be mega hot! x

Muzic-iz-Life (again!): Hehe, Scott deserves a cookie! Poor Scott, he's just trying to look out for Stiles but going about it all wrong! x

xxSterekfan6xx (again!): I figure Scott wants to be nice to Derek really; it seems to be in his nature to be nice to people! x

twinner29er: Oh don't worry, I'll definitely be updating! (too much, probably!) Thanks for the comment C: x

Panda24: Glad you're still following it sweetie! Thanks for all the reviews! C: x

Shemaya: Thank you, lovely! Scott's probably not trying to be a dick, he's just looking out for Stiles! And there's still plenty more 'I love you's' and sex to come! x

RandomJayJay (again!): I guess it is an achievement! It slightly weirds me out that I've written more words about these two than there are in Prisoner of Azkaban! :$ x

banhan: Aren't they just?! :D x

PrincezzShell101 (again!): I love you too for leaving me awesome reviews all the time! :D x

KevinChris (again!): Thank you! C: x

Name's Nick: Aww, thank you! I gave myself some serious Derek-feels writing the end of chapter 50! x

random-nasha: Thank you for the review as always lovely! Costa's horrific, isn't it? I don't drink coffee though and don't like Nero's or Starbucks hot chocolate, so I'm kind of stuck with it as my only option if I'm early for work and want to do some writing! I kind of made myself sad writing about Derek having had a fun time when he was a kid and getting to go to the Warped Tour and stuff though! I get a bit annoyed with the idea that Derek has no concept of pop culture too...he's been in New York, not the bloody Antarctic! LUV YOO! x

LuciLucifer: Scott's not trying to be a dick really! He's just looking out for Stiles! ;) x