4: "Holy fuck."

Derek was licking my naked body up and down. His tongue was like an ice cube, leaving my skin wet and tingling. I kept trying to grab him, but he moved so fast, it was hard to keep up with where he was going next. It felt amazingly good, to the point where I actually came. Derek ran his fingers through my cum and licked it up, groaning with pleasure like it was one of the best things he had ever tasted.

There was something odd about him. Something disturbing. He'd smile from time to time, and I swore his teeth were long and sharp. He was moving so fast, it made my vision blurry. He had a predatory look in his eyes, like he was debating whether he should fuck me or kill me, or both.

His tongue was like ice, but his skin looked like it was steaming with heat. He kept shifting in and out of my view, like he didn't want me to see him, yet he couldn't stay away. He made me feel things I had never felt before. He inspired and frightened me. He made me want more.

"Derek," I whispered, exhausted from all he was doing to me.

He was caked in light sweat, but hardly seemed affected by everything. He wasn't even out of breath from tasting me for so long. He leaned in to kiss me, but stopped before he reached my lips, staring into my eyes like being this close to me caused him all levels of pain.

"What's wrong?" I whispered, wondering why he had stopped.

"I shouldn't be here," he said thickly.

He started to get up, but I begged him, "Don't leave me, Derek. Stay."

I felt like my whole world would collapse if he left. He looked at me like he felt the same.

"I love you, Stilinski," he said.

I opened my eyes. The dream with Derek was so intense and so real, it took me almost a full minute to realize where I was. I was lying on my stomach in a very awkward position, and my body was stiff as I tried to move to roll over.

My crotch was sticky and I knew my wet dream had become a reality. I sighed with frustration as I also realized my blankets were scattered around me and I was freezing from trying to sleep in a tent in the night with no heat source.

The whole tent idea was quickly turning out to be a very stupid one. At least Derek had left some of the Christmas lights on so I could see where I was. I rolled over on my back and closed my eyes for a second to get my bearings. When I opened them again, I felt the strong sense someone was at the opening of my tent and I turned my head to see for sure.

It was Derek...and he was naked.

My face lit up bright red as the memories of the dream came rushing back to me. Derek turned his head to one side and stared intensely at my cheeks, like the sudden rush of blood sparked his interest. I asked him quietly, "Hey, what's going on?"

He didn't respond right away, and I took a quick glance at his groin. I shouldn't have done that.

The man was recklessly well endowed. I say recklessly because it was a crime against nature and any woman he ever slept with would be devastated to learn that nothing short of a nuclear missile compared to him.

Derek asked me in a very concerned tone, "Are you alright? You're shaking."

I hadn't even noticed I was really that cold until he mentioned it. I shrugged and answered, "I'm okay, I just need to get covered up so I'll warm up again."

"Shit, I didn't even think about setting up a heating system," Derek cursed himself, rushing to get my blankets for me.

I gratefully took them and covered myself, but I knew it would take a few minutes to get warm. Derek offered quietly, "I could climb in with you just to warm you up. I mean, if you're okay with that."

"Um..." I started, glancing down at his groin again.

"I can go put on some clothes, but it's better with skin-to-skin contact, according to survivalist training," Derek pointed out.

"Oh yeah, I know, uh...sure," I stammered.

Derek slowly picked the blankets up and climbed in. I started to pull my shirt off, but I was still shaking, so Derek took the edges to help me. He managed to get my shirt off faster and more effortlessly than it took me to do on my best day.

He started to close in on me when I suddenly remembered my crotch was still stained with cum. I instinctively jerked away from him and he blinked with surprise. I felt humiliated as I explained, "Sorry, man, I just woke up from a wet dream. You don't have to get that close to me if it grosses you out."

"It's no problem," he answered casually, pulling me into him like nothing about me bothered him.

He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me almost affectionately. His skin was amazingly toasty and I blurted, "Man, you're hot!"

He chuckled and I quickly explained, "I mean, your skin is really warm! I guess if you're naked and your skin is hot, you must've come from a sauna or something, right?"

Derek shrugged and said, "Yeah, I guess you could say that."

We were both quiet while I warmed up. Even as I stopped shivering and the feeling came back into my limbs, Derek still didn't let go. I mumbled after a long silence, "You don't have to stay if you don't want to."

"I think I'll stay," he said, his tone hard like he was trying to defy someone by making this choice.

I wanted to ask him if he liked me. It was pretty obvious, considering he was willing to climb naked into my bed and hold me like a loved one, but I wanted to hear him say it. The problem was that he seemed so divided whenever he was near me, like half of him wanted to stay and the other half had one foot out the door. I didn't want to scare him off, so I dropped it and replied simply, "Thank you for keeping me warm."

:-:

I woke up to my alarm. I turned it off and realized it was plugged into the circuit being used for the Christmas lights. I hadn't set the alarm up myself, so I assumed Derek must've. I would've thanked him for making sure I made it to school on time, but he was nowhere to be found.

Justin was quiet on the walk to school. I figured he was still mad at me for telling him he couldn't stay in my tent last night. He took off as soon as we made it in the door, and I casually walked to my locker, trying my best not to be completely obvious when I saw Derek.

Kate was hanging on his arm and telling him something like she was desperate for his attention. He seemed more concerned with whatever he was reading from a notebook in his free hand, and he didn't even look up when I passed. I glanced back at him for a second and almost collided with another student.

I took a step back and we looked one another over. He was an African American student with soft eyes. He shot me a kind smile even though I almost ran into him. Something about him sparked an interest in me.

"Hey, uh...sorry about that. I'm Mason Hewitt. I'm new here," he smiled awkwardly, then went on, "Look, no one will help me figure out where I need to go, and I am willing to pay you twenty bucks just to point me in the right direction."

My eyes widened with surprise as I asked, "Is it really that bad?"

Mason leaned into me and whispered, "Dude, I feel like I've stepped in something and people are looking at me like I totally don't belong. I'm not sure if it's about race or if this school doesn't have many newbies."

I laughed out loud, turning some heads in the process. I didn't dare look at Derek, but I could feel his eyes on me.

"Well, I don't think it's a race thing. I mean, it's probably not you. This town has a past with some wild things happening when new people come to town is all," I explained.

"You from around here?" Mason asked curiously.

"Yeah, I mean, I've been here a long time," I explained.

Mason told me excitedly, "Man, if you tell me where to go, I'll pay you fifty bucks!"

I laughed again and I got the distinct impression I was attracting unwanted attention. I pointed at my locker and said, "If you don't mind, I'll grab some stuff from my locker and I'll take you on to your class."

"Oh my God, thank you, man! Thank you!" Mason beamed.

"I'm Stiles, by the way," I reached out and he gave my hand a strong shake.

While I dug through my locker, Mason asked quickly, "Um, do you know where the gym is at? I was thinking about trying out for lacrosse."

"Yeah, I could hook you up with that. The coach is weird but a good guy, from what I've heard," I said.

"Are you into sports, man?" he asked hopefully.

I shook my head and replied, "Not really my thing. I think I'd be closer to a rebel than a jock around here."

"A rebel? Damn, that's cool," Mason stated, like rebels meant celebrity status to him.

He suddenly glanced over me and the color flushed from his face. I turned to see what Mason was looking at and I realized Derek was staring back at him with his eyes narrowed to slits. I swallowed hard and looked back at Mason, asking, "Everything alright?"

"That dude is looking at me like he wants to eat me," Mason whispered to me.

I quickly explained, "That's just Derek Hale. He's a little intense sometimes, but he's a cool guy."

"Then why is he going to eat me?" Mason was still frozen in fear.

"Honestly, I don't know why he's looking at you like that. You didn't piss him off or anything, did you?" I joked.

Mason slowly shook his head and told me, "I never even saw him until just now."

I shrugged and mentioned passively, "I really dunno why he's looking at you like that, but he's seriously cool. His uncle owns the halfway house I live in."

As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I knew I had said the wrong thing. I looked at Mason and waited for the questions that always came when people realized I was in a halfway house. They usually involved descriptions of what I did and how close I came to living in a cell block. Questions always led to judgment, and that always led me to walk away.

But he didn't ask a question. Instead, he kept the conversation casual and said, "Well, I guess if you say he's cool, he's cool, but he still looks like he's going to eat me."

I shrugged and joked, "Maybe he will."

Mason's face stayed pale the whole way to his next class.

:-:

I spent the day helping Mason find his classes. Coincidentally, we had a lot of the same classes, so it was no problem for me to direct him. He even paid me the twenty bucks up-front.

The more we talked, the more I discovered that Mason and I had in common. He appeared to be almost my opposite, yet we shared a lot of the same ideas about things, and it was a breath of fresh air to talk to someone who wasn't from the area and whom I could relate to about how weird it is to live in a small town where the locals act like they know a huge secret and they're never gonna tell you.

His sports background was interesting to me. The guy knew all there was to know about lacrosse. I was amazed at his level of confidence; he walked around with a kind of charm that was hard to ignore, but he wasn't overly cocky like the other jocks.

Mason and I didn't delve into relationships, but from what I could gather, he was quietly gay. He mentioned more than a few times that his parents were the hardworking to upper crust types who wanted to maintain their status by marrying their son off to a woman who mattered, but Mason obviously didn't look keen on the idea. I also felt like he was flirting with me to feel me out, and although I flirted back a little, I kept myself restrained in case I was wrong about him.

We didn't have the same class where I was with Derek, Kate and Lydia, so I pointed Mason in the right direction and went on to where I was supposed to be. I sat down next to Lydia with a broad smile on my face and she quickly asked, "What are you beaming about?"

"I'm just having a good day," I answered.

She looked like she might cry and I asked her with concern, "What's up?"

"Nothing...I'm happy for you," she replied, putting all her focus into her textbook.

I glanced over at Derek, but he wasn't looking at me. Kate came in and took her seat behind me, saying loudly enough for everyone to hear, "Looks like you made a friend, Stiles!"

I turned around to face her and replied just as pointedly, "Yes, yes, I did!"

Kate's mouth dropped open like she didn't have a ready comeback.

I pointed my thumb at Kate and told Lydia, "Can you believe this chick? She thinks it's a bad thing I'm making friends!"

Lydia suddenly got up and rushed out of the room. I couldn't figure out what was going on with her. I gave Derek another quick glance, but he was still looking away.

I did notice that his fists were clenched.

:-:

The lunch bell rang and I was starving. I was headed back to my locker when Mason stopped me in the hallway and said, "Hey, I'm gonna go get something in town. You want to join me?"

I was so surprised, I didn't respond right away and Mason recanted, "I mean, you don't have to or anything. I just wanted to do something nice for you after you helped me out so much today and all."

"Yeah, sure, that would be cool," I smiled, walking out with him.

He took me to a small fast food joint out of the way. We were the only ones there and we sat next to the window so we could look out at the passing cars. The day was hot and the sun was really bright.

"So, what do you do? I mean, besides rebel," Mason joked with a wide smile.

I shrugged and answered, "There's not a whole lot to do around here. Even rebelling is easy. I just have to glare at people once in a while and keep to myself and let the rumors fly!"

Mason laughed and I replied more seriously, "I guess you might say I'm everywhere. I don't just have one thing that I do, because I do a little bit of everything."

"That's cool, I like that. You're like a super blend of personalities," Mason surmised.

I laughed a little too hard hard and I almost shot soda out of my nose. We were having such a good time, it startled me when Mason glanced out the window and the color flushed from his face again.

"What?" I asked, turning to see what he was upset about.

I saw Derek getting out of his Jeep. I looked back at Mason and he asked, "Look, I know it's none of my business, but do you guys have a thing going or something? 'Cause he's literally everywhere that you are."

I shook my head and tried to explain, "No, it's not like that, I...don't know how to describe it..."

Derek walked in and Mason and I waited for him to come over to us, but he ignored our table completely and went to the clerks, striking up conversation with them like he had known them forever and he had come specifically for a chat.

"Shit, I'm sorry, I thought he was coming here for you," Mason said quietly, shaking his head with embarrassment.

"I thought he might come over here, too," I added with a short smile.

"So what were you saying just before he walked in?" Mason asked, keeping his voice low.

I leaned into him and tried my best to explain, "There's just something about Derek that I can't quite place. I guess it's like a...familiarity, like when I'm around him, I feel comfortable, but he acts like he's all wound up and I just can't tell if he likes me or if he doesn't like me or what's up. It's like he thinks trouble is around and might start if he does anything with me. He even seems to talk and act like trouble is a real person."

"That sounds kind of...schizophrenic," Mason surmised.

I chuckled and he said with a sigh, "Well, we should be getting back so we're not late to class."

I nodded and we got up to leave. I watched Derek as we went out the door, but he never once looked our way. It made me feel awkward and I never quite shook the feeling.

:-:

Mason took me to his house after school. It was in a nice double decked white collar community with the white picket fence and the lawn that was perfect enough to be sacred ground. Mason's parents reminded me of the help you with your homework mom and the play catch in the yard dad of yester-year. He informed me that they looked like the typical happy family, but his parents grew up poor and worked hard for what they had.

"What's this?" I picked up Mason's comic book collection from a box next to his computer desk and sat on the side of his bed to read it.

His room wasn't decorated with much beyond all of his achievements, but he hadn't unpacked everything. He shrugged at the comics and said passively, "I read a lot of those. My parents check for porn mags under my bed, so anything graphic I get has to come in comic book form."

"Most parents don't know these are sometimes worse than porn," I mentioned.

"Yeah, mine have no clue. Comics when they were growing up were happy-go-lucky mysteries where the bad guy was despised and went straight to jail for his ghastly deeds," Mason joked.

I leafed through the comic book and fell on a page with a familiar creature. I was startled by its likeness to Derek in my dream and I asked Mason, "This is a werewolf, right?"

He glanced at it and replied, "Yeah, but it's kind of an alternate version. Like, instead of the guy getting bitten and becoming a werewolf, he was born into it a family of werewolves."

"But he still changes under the full moon?" I asked curiously.

"Well, yeah, but he can also kind of control his change. Like, he can change on nights besides the full moon because he was born a werewolf, I guess," Mason explained.

"Does he like being a werewolf?" I asked.

Mason turned the page and pointed at a dark haired woman as he explained, "He's in love with this human woman. He thinks he might kill her in wolf form, so he's afraid of connection."

The story sounded strangely familiar to me, but I had no clue why. I flipped a few more pages and asked, "Where are the werewolves?"

"The family lives in some nice place in New York," Mason said.

I flipped through the pages as I mentioned, "Seems like New York would be too busy for a wolf."

Mason sat down next to me and asked, "Do you mind if I kiss you?"

I was so surprised, I dropped the comic book. Mason thought he had made a mistake and recoiled, saying quickly, "I'm sorry, I just thought you were...shit, I'm sorry."

"No, it's not that. I mean, I'm bisexual, but I...you caught me off-guard, that's all," I said.

"I'm sorry, I'm don't really know how to be smooth about these things. Seems like all the guys I meet just wanna do it and leave," Mason explained.

"Well, I'm not that kind of guy," I told him, and Mason leaned in to taste my lips.

:-:

Mason and I made out for a while. I was pleasantly surprised that he didn't try to dry hump me or whip out his erection. He was actually very laid back and cool about it all, and when I said I had to go, he didn't try to cuff me to his headboard.

It was nice, but there was something missing about the whole thing that I couldn't quite place. I figured I just wasn't used to having a casual relationship with someone and I pushed away any doubts from my mind.

As soon as I was back at the halfway house, I had convinced myself that everything was fine and I was beaming as I strolled into my tent. I almost pissed myself when I realized that Derek was sitting on my bed.

He was staring at the floor and he didn't acknowledge me at all. He looked so tense, I thought he was going to explode at any second.

"Uh...Derek?" I asked quietly.

His gaze slowly drifted up to meet mine. His features were so intense, I felt like his eyes had the power to crush me. He said like we were already doomed, "I can't be away from you."

"I don't know what's going on," I shook my head at him.

Again, I saw that look on his face like he wanted so badly to tell me something. He quickly looked away and I came over to put my hand on his shoulder and encourage him to get things off his chest.

He grabbed me and scoop slammed me onto the bed, pinning me down with violent strength. I shuddered from his ferocity and said weakly, "Derek, you're hurting me."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he immediately let go.

He put his hands on my face, instead. His strength was still amazingly intense, but not enough to cause pain.

It was like he was coming undone right before my eyes. He stared at me like I meant everything to him, yet I had only known him a few months and we hardly spent any time together up until the last few days. I had no clue why he seemed so...obsessed with me.

I didn't know what I was thinking as I reached down to open my jeans. Maybe I was just too curious. Maybe I was just too much of a horn-dog to stay in one relationship at a time. Maybe Derek's intensity made me think the whole thing was just too hot to pass up.

I pushed my jeans down just enough to expose myself, but I could still easily pull them back up if someone decided to come out back and interrupt us. Derek stayed completely still as I opened his jeans and pushed them down just enough to let him out. He was already fully erect.

I slowly rolled over and hugged my blankets, waiting for Derek to make the next move. He sat above me for so long, I became nervous, thinking he might be offended.

His middle finger slipped into my backside. It felt like it was lubed with something and he used it to tease my prostate. I groaned with pleasure and clutched my blankets to release the tension I hadn't realized I was carrying.

He seemed to know exactly where he needed to stroke inside to get me going. I had been fingered before, but this was strangely intense, to the point where my body actually started to feel exhausted.

I moaned and groaned and moaned again. He probably thought I was faking some of my responses because they were so frequent, but I was being totally honest. His finger worked like magic for me, and I had never experienced anything so intense in my life.

I expected Derek to stop at any moment and let himself in. He never did, maybe because he was worried about getting caught. He just kept all his focus on me, and I came so hard, it took me a good two minutes to be able to speak again.

"That felt so good," I turned back to face Derek.

He looked completely ashamed. I misunderstood and told him, "Hey, if you don't want me to tell anybody, I won't. I know how they can be about this."

Derek shook his head and replied mysteriously, "You wouldn't have wanted me to do this."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

Derek got up, zipped up his jeans, and walked out before I could stop him. I waited for a few minutes, thinking he might come back, but he didn't.

I was beginning to think Derek Hale may actually be a little schizophrenic.