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Chapter 45 - Part 3
Stiles
The next day - Sunday, June 8th - to come down from the hype of karaoke, we had a picnic. I couldn't even begin to explain just how long we spent in the 'music room', all I knew was that, when we left, it had entered the early hours of the morning. Everyone, even me, spent so much longer in bed, trying to get some much needed rest - of course, you couldn't hold onto that for long. That was why we decided on a picnic. It was relaxing, you didn't really have to do anything.
I had gotten Harlequin into the kitchen, helping me out with packing and making a few things - mainly sandwiches, you know, starting the kid out easy. Considering he had never made them before, the kid did pretty well... And he seemed to have fun. I don't think I had ever seen someone have so much fun making sandwiches.
"How could anyone abandon him?" Melrakki wondered, stretching languidly. "He's such a sweet little cub."
"I don't care who did it, I'm just glad they did." Okami growled, slightly, resting his head lightly across Melrakki's back. "He's better off here."
"If only the rest of them realised that." I sighed.
"The majority of them do..." Melrakki reminded me. "Only a few left that need a good, swift kick up the ass."
Glancing at the kid, I watched as he concentrated, the tip of his tongue poking out of the left hand corner of his mouth, as he tried not to stick the knife through the bread. I couldn't help but agree with my fox, I couldn't see how anyone could dislike Harlequin enough to abandon him, whether he was different from his kind or not! That shouldn't have mattered. His differences just made him special. They made him stand out, they made him even more unique. His kin abandoning him was like telling the kid that being different was wrong, that he should never stand out, that he should always blend in and be like everyone else. That was not the message I wanted him to carry around with him. It wasn't a message I wanted anyone to carry around with them! No one should feel bad about themselves because they're different. No one should be made to feel inadequate because they didn't conform.
Before I realised what I was doing, I had reached out a hand, ruffling Harlequin's hair slightly. The white haired boy stopped for a moment, taking the knife away from the bread and smiled up at me, kneeling on one of the kitchen table chairs.
"Am I doing it right?" he asked, the skin around his eyes crinkling slightly.
"You're doing perfectly." I assured him, running a hand down his back.
"That's good! I want them to be extra good!"
"Oh? Why's that, Kiddo?"
"Because then, maybe, they'll like me better."
I felt this sick feeling settle in the pit of my stomach, at his words. They were filled with so much hope, before he turned back to concentrating on making the sandwiches, that it hurt. It felt like someone grabbed a blunt knife and stabbed it through me... I hated that he could tell, hated that he knew some of the Pack didn't like him being in the house. I knew that they were all just scared, even if they wouldn't admit it to themselves, but that didn't give them any right to dislike the kid as much as they did. I would have thought, what with their backgrounds, they would have accepted the poor boy - especially Jackson! But, apparently, not.
"It's alright. When their thoughts invade my mind, I can sort of understand why they don't like me. I know it'll take a while before they can accept me, even if they trust your judgement. It's in they're nature." Harlequin said, suddenly, now sounding far older than his age of seven mentality. "Jackson doesn't trust easily - I can't make out his thoughts fully at times, but I've caught snippets about his parents and what he's put up with. When he was younger, other children weren't so nice to him, he's built up many walls. Erica's much the same - people filmed her during one of her seizures, before Derek turned her, and everyone saw it. She doesn't like that she could be hurt so easily. Vern- I mean, Boyd... He was alone for a long time, especially after what happened to his little sister. People really weren't very nice to him, they wouldn't talk to him or anything... In his thoughts, sometimes he thinks it'll happen again - all of you will leave him; he doesn't want to be alone again. They've all done this to protect themselves."
I couldn't help but stare, wide eyed, at the side of the kid's head as he spoke, his voice sounding so distant as he spoke, as if he wasn't completely there. It was both creepy and intriguing. I watched as, after his little speech, he shook his head slightly, as if trying to clear it, before turning his head to face me, grinning again.
"I just hope the food will help!" he giggled, suddenly snapping back to his usual self. "I don't want them to hate me forever."
For our picnic, we took a drive back to the dyke where we went fishing a couple of days before. We set out a few blankets, everyone finding themselves a spot before they thought to put the food down. I couldn't help but smile, looking around at all of them - some were already close to falling asleep, burying into their other halves.
Harlequin was asleep almost instantly, his head resting on Derek's leg, my jacket laying over him to keep him warm. Derek didn't seem to mind the kid's closeness - he was the first one to accept the boy, he never made him feel unwelcome... It was quite surprising, to be honest. I think Derek was one of the reasons Harlequin had started to relax. As I looked down at the sleeping child, a small scent of resent invaded my senses. It was quite faint, but it was still there. Before I could even look up, a low warning growl came from the Alpha, his hand moving to rest gently on the kid's shoulder.
"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea." I sighed, quietly, my eyes closing for a moment. "Maybe we should just go home..."
Just like that, everyone seemed to be wide awake, snapping up to stare at me.
"But we just got here." Isaac frowned, head cocked to the side.
"Well, what's the point?" I asked, shrugging. "This was something fun for all of us to do - how can it be fun if everyone's just going to attack this kid?"
"How the hell are we attacking him?" Erica protested. "We don't do anything to him!"
Rubbing the bridge of my nose, I had to keep reminding myself of what I already knew about them, as well as everything Harlequin had enlightened me to their thoughts. I had to keep in mind that they weren't used to this - none of us were! But the fact that a lot of them knew what it was like... It really rubbed me the wrong way.
"I know you don't. You don't try to talk to him, you don't try to make an effort. He's never been around anyone but his own kind before, he doesn't know anything about social situations." I groaned. "You seem to forget he can hear your thoughts - he can't always block them out, no matter how hard he tries! He knows what you all think of him."
No one tried to talk back; just dropped their heads, avoiding any eye contact.
"I know you all heard what he said to me back home. The kitchen door was open, you were all in the living room." I sighed. "How do you think it makes him feel, thinking that you all hate him? When we found him, he had been abandoned. He was abandoned because he was different, because he wasn't liked. He probably thinks that's going to happen again, considering how you treat him. Yes, it's hard for all of you, but you're hardly trying. You know what it's like to be an outcast, to be on the outside look in - why are you trying to do that to him?"
Again, no one answered.
"I know it's only been a week; I know nothing's going to change overnight." I whispered. "All I'm asking is that you at least try."
In the end, we didn't leave. We stayed exactly where we were. The silence that hung in the air was awkward - it was the first time I had ever really spoken to any of them like that, acting almost like a parent scolding their children. To be honest, I didn't really know what came over me... I had told myself that I was just going to sit back and let it run its course, thinking that it would all work out in the end.
No I would never know if that's what would have happened.
Sighing to myself, I lay down on the blanket, shutting my eyes against the bright sun. On the one hand, I had no right to speak to them like that, to say that to them. I wasn't their parent, I wasn't their Alpha. I was someone they had taken in; their friend. On the other hand, I had taken Harlequin on, in a way. The kid was, mainly, my responsibility and his health and happiness were my main concerns. At that moment in time, he wasn't happy - all he wanted was to be accepted and that wasn't happening - so I had every right, in my opinion.
It was one of those situations where my I was split.
FLASHBACK - Wednesday, August 27th 2008 - 14 year old Stiles
It was one of those situations where I was split.
On the one hand, I wanted to tell my Dad. I wanted him to know the real me. I didn't want to keep it a secret from him, not something that was such a huge part of me. On the other hand, I didn't know what his reaction would be. I was scared, terrified, really. But he was my Dad, he would still love me.
Right?
Biting my lip, I curled into myself a little more as I sat on the couch. I was waiting for Dad to come home from work and, admittedly, it wasn't the best time to be thinking about whether or not I was going to tell him. Thinking about it was only going to raise my anxiety, was only going to put me off telling him. But I had to; he needed to know!
That was when the door opened.
He looked tired, so tired. Ever since losing Mom, he always looked tired. He didn't seem to see me, going straight to the kitchen and heading for the whisky. All I knew was that, if I was going to tell him, I needed to do it before he had too much to drink and passed out.
Slowly, I padded into the kitchen, trying to calm myself down as I walked; trying to remind myself that this was my Dad, he had never done a bad thing to me in his life.
"Dad?" I called out, softly.
The man turned slightly, looking over his shoulder, to see me standing half behind the doorframe. Smiling slightly, he motioned me into the room, stretching his arm out as I walked. I went straight up to him, burying myself close to his side as he poured the strong scented drink into a tumbler glass, putting in a lot more than was needed. His arm landed around my shoulders, hugging me tightly.
Yeah, telling him would be fine.
"Dad, I have something to tell you." I told him, my voice shaking slightly.
"You didn't get a girl pregnant, did you?" he asked, tensing up.
"No."
"You haven't murdered anyone?
"No."
"Stolen? Gotten into a fight? Taken drugs? Done anything that you shouldn't have?"
"No."
The tension leaked away slightly and I watched as he moved to sit on one of the kitchen chairs. He looked relieved, a small smile on his face and laughed a little. He asked me what it was, practically draining the glass before I even got a chance to speak.
"I'm gay." I admitted.
Suddenly, as soon as those words left my mouth, the air around me changed. Dad's face had gone completely blank, he had frozen from where he went to set his glace down. His eyes darkened and I could smell a change in his scent, something I couldn't identify.
"What did you say?" he asked, slowly, his voice void of all emotion.
"I-I'm g-gay." I stuttered, my voice shaking. "I-I've known for a while now."
THUMP!
I landed, hard, on the floor from the force of the punch that landed on my cheek. I could feel blood running down my chin, but I didn't feel any pain.
All I felt, was shock.
Slowly looking up, I found my Dad standing above me, his face contorted in this absolute rage that I had never seen before. His knuckles were turning white from where his fists were clenched so tightly, his entire body shaking from the tension that he held his muscles in. His teeth were bared, mouth turned down into a snarl, his eyes wide with this fiery wrath.
At that moment, I thought he was going to kill me. It was the first time I had ever been scared of my Dad.
"Tell me that you are play a prank." he hissed. "Tell me this is a joke."
I couldn't speak, all I could do was shake my head no.
The kick to my stomach cemented just exactly how he felt about the situation.
I watched as he reached for the glass, throwing it down by my head. I only had enough time to close my eyes as it shattered, keeping the sharp shards from piercing my eyes. I couldn't stop the terrified scream that was ripped from my throat.
I couldn't hear what he was saying, couldn't hear anything over the sound of my blood rushing in my ears. But I could still feel. I could feel a hand wrap itself around my neck, squeezing so tight that I could barely breathe. I could feel cold steel as it ripped into the soft flesh of my stomach. I could feel the pain in my throat from where I was screaming, begging, for him to stop.
The pain was stronger than anything I had ever felt before. Nothing had felt like this, nothing compared to the searing hot agony.
I guess I should be thankful that, not long later, I had passed out from the pain.
END OF FLASHBACK - BACK TO: Sunday, June 8th 2014
My eyes shot open at the memory as I flew back up into a seated position, both of my hands resting against my stomach. I could feel my heart racing, could feel the tightness in my chest from an oncoming panic attack. I could hear the blood rushing in my ears, just like back then.
And then it all stopped.
I glanced at the hand that had landed on my shoulder, before looking to the man said hand was attached to. He seemed worried, but asked no questions - they had all become accustomed to my flashbacks and nightmares, knowing not to push me for information if I didn't want to speak.
"Eat." was all Derek said, passing me a paper plate.
Harlequin woke up again, just under an hour later. He ate just like one of the Betas, somehow being able to store a lot of food into his tiny body. It was funny, somehow with him being awake, he seemed to take away the awkward air that surrounded all of us. Well, not completely, but he kind of eased it a little. I mean, it was kind of hard to be silent and awkward when he was this tiny ball of energy, all of a sudden. I suppose that's how we ended up playing tag - after I had explained to Harlequin what it was.
And, by 'we', I mean everyone.
Ever Harlequin was amazed when everyone joined in, thinking it would just be the two of us with Derek and Peter, possible one or two of the Betas. But no, everyone got up to join in. For a moment, Harlequin was nervous - fidgeting as he moved closer to me, his head bent down slightly.
Of course, as soon as Allison asked who was going to be 'It' first, he jumped straight into the game.
The kid practically avoided the Betas when he was running, still a little wary of them. I didn't think it mattered how much he wanted them to accept him, he was going to be a little scared until everything was sorted.
That pretty much changed when Isaac, who had been chasing after us all, came running up behind the kid, lifting him up as he caught him. For a moment, I was worried. I didn't know what Harlequin's reaction was going to be, I didn't know what was going to happen... But when I only heard a laugh, not to mention saw that even Isaac was having a lot more fun than before, well, that worry rolled right off my shoulders. Sure, Isaac was one of the Betas he was alright with and Isaac didn't mind Harlequin all too much, but even Isaac was kind of distant. Seeing the Pup trying with Harlequin, well, that made me happier than I could ever say.
I couldn't tell you why I felt so strongly about this little kid, I honestly couldn't. Maybe it was because he was so defenceless. Maybe it was because he was so innocent and naive. Maybe it was because he reminded me of me...
After things had blown up with my dad, once he knew I was gay, I felt exactly how Harlequin had when we first found him. I was petrified of being left alone, I wanted someone to come along and help me. To just take me away from that house, take me somewhere safe.
But, obviously, that had never happened.
I never had that 'Guardian Angel' figure, or whatever, to take me away from everything that was harming me. I didn't have someone to take my hand and tell me everything would be alright. I didn't have that shoulder to cry on, that person to rely on, when all I wanted to do was end it all. There had been many nights when I wanted to end it, to just sneak downstairs, grab my dad's gun or a knife and just end everything. At first, I didn't do it because I thought I deserved it. I was the reason my Mom was dead, I was the reason Dad was a drunk and so angry - I deserved punishment. Then, as I grew older, the only thing stopping me was the thought of getting away from it all. I made so many plans in my head - where I would go, what I would do. I put up with it and didn't end my life because I had to get away from it, to make something of myself, to show that I was not going to be beaten down and forced into a corner.
I never had anyone to help me, I never had anyone to rely on but myself. I was the only one I could trust. I was the only one that could help me. It made me resent the world, just a little. It made me wonder how people could see the pain of one kid, but not that of another. It made me wonder just how many other kids had been in my position or worse, not having someone to help them. It made me wonder just how many kids had killed themselves, just to make it stop.
I told myself that, if I ever saw someone in that kind of situation - if they felt lost, scared, abused, you name it - that I would be that one to help them. I told myself that if I could stop a child from feeling helpless, just like I did, then I would do everything I could to do just that.
Maybe that was why I was so protective of this little boy I found in the woods, scared and alone and abandoned. Maybe that was why I got so angry when they wanted to send him away, when they didn't see that we had to help him. Sure, they didn't know my reasoning - just like they didn't know about my Dad - but that wasn't the point.
Isaac and I had quite a lot in common with Harlequin, just as we did with each other. We had all been in neglectful situations; Isaac and Harlequin were both orphans and, considering I was 'no son' of my Dad's, I was close to that too; we had all been hurt by the actions of people that should have cared. I wondered if Isaac realised that too, wondered if that's why he was the first out of the Betas to take this first step.
Honestly, I didn't know. I could only reply on maybes.
"Got you!" Harlequin's voice giggled, breaking through my thoughts, as little arms wrapped around my torso.
Looking down, I found Harlequin's face beaming up at me, his chin resting against my stomach. I couldn't help but smile back, ruffling his hair slightly.
"Well then, you better run then." I smirked, watching as he ran off, squealing slightly.
I could only rely on maybes, but I knew for sure that Harlequin wouldn't end up like I had, not having to wonder if anyone cared.
Derek
We had spent a good long while playing games, eating and even making shapes in the clouds. It had been nice, especially since Stiles' words seemed to have had an effect on the Betas. It was only a small amount of progress, but progress none the less.
Of course, it was soon time to head back home. We just didn't expect that, when we got home, Charlie and Sam would be there.
"You'll never guess what happened." Sam grinned, after pleasantries were exchanged, bouncing slightly.
"What?" Isaac frowned.
"Well, remember Chase screwed up my car? I finally got a new one!"
I honestly thought the blonde was about to break the ground, considering how hard she was jumping, a huge grin on her face. I watched as Stiles tried to wheedle out of her what it was, watched as he hung off her neck, until she said that she'd show him.
"Hey, Derek... Bet you Stiles likes my new car better than yours." Sam smirked, walking backwards away from us to get her car.
"Yeah right." I snorted.
There was no car Stiles liked better than mine. He loved my car, had said as much himself. What could be better than my car?
When Sam finally drove her car around into view, parking it just in front of us, I watched as Stiles' - and Isaac's - jaws dropped. Literally dropped. I wasn't sure on the type of car, never really seeing one like it before...
"Sorry, Derek." Stiles whispered. "Sam wins."
I wasn't the only one confused. Isaac was the only one who seemed to agree with Stiles, the rest of us having no idea what was happening.
"A nineteen sixty seven, black, Chevrolet Impala will always win when it comes to cars." Sam giggled, running her hand down the smooth hood of the car, looking to Stiles. "So, wanna drive, Sammy?"
"If anything, Sam, you're the Sammy to my Dean." Stiles grinned.
"Um, no, no. I'm Dean."
And, thus, started the weirdest argument I had ever witnessed. It went a little something like -
Stiles: Whatever you say, Sammy. I mean, do you even LIKE Pie?! I love Pie so much I made twenty pies... Twenty PIES!
Sam: You're going to get fat. You should eat a salad some time.
Stiles:HA! YOU SOUND JUST LIKE SAMMY!
Sam: Jerk!
Stiles: Bitch!
Sam: Idjit!
Stiles: Asshat!
Sam: Assbutt!
Stiles: Mud monkey!
Like, what even was that?! I had no idea what either of them were saying and I had no idea on how to stop them!
"Are they ever going to stop?" Peter sighed, rolling his eyes fondly.
"From what I've witnessed, when they've both been at my shop?" Charlie giggled. "Not for a while..."
"Can we make them stop?" Jackson groaned.
Charlie nodded, biting her lip as she folded her arms, leaning back against the railing on the front porch steps.
"How?" Isaac asked, tilting his head.
"Just mention curly fries." Charlie shrugged.
"DID SOMEONE SAY CURLY FRIES?!"
After Sam had taken Stiles and Isaac for a drive in her new car, after we finally got everyone in the house, I thought everything was going to calm down. I thought we were just going to sit around, talk - you know, relax?
Oh no.
We had put some music on in the background, just quietly, so we had something to listen to if there was a lull in the conversation. It was all well and good, no one was really listening to it.
And then Stiles put on Shut Up and Dance by Walk the Moon.
"Oh my God, I haven't heard this song since, like, Spain!" Sam laughed.
Of course, upon seeing our confusion, she had to explain. She told us how he had always hated dancing, unless she needed to move, but Charlie loved it - I would never repeat just how good she thought Charlie's dancing was and, thankfully, Stiles had covered Harlequin's ears just in time. Sam told us how Charlie would yank her off of the couch and they would dance, saying how the song was Charlie's one song for Sam.
As soon as she had finished speaking Stiles, of course, pranced over to the iPod that was playing, rewinding the song as Charlie pulled Sam off of the couch.
"Oh don't you dare look back.
Just keep your eyes on me."
I said, "You're holding back,"
She said, "Shut up and dance with me!"
This woman is my destiny
She said, "Ooh-ooh-hoo,
Shut up and dance with me."
We watched as Charlie Sam dance with her, pulling the blonde around a little until she gave in. I watched as my Betas gravitated into their pairs, getting up and joining the two women. I watched as I thought just how much I wanted to do that with Stiles.
We were victims of the night,
The chemical, physical, kryptonite
Helpless to the bass and the fading light
Oh, we were bound to get together,
Bound to get together.
She took my arm,
I don't know how it happened.
We took the floor and she said,
"Oh, don't you dare look back.
Just keep your eyes on me."
I said, "You're holding back,"
She said, "Shut up and dance with me!"
This woman is my destiny
She said, "Ooh-ooh-hoo,
Shut up and dance with me."
I watched as Sam and Charlie both grabbed Stiles and Harlequin's hands, pulling the two of them into the dance. Well, I say dance, it was more people-jumping-around than anything else. I watched as Stiles awkwardly started to bob to the music, as Harlequin just bounced up and down, giggling as his hair jumped with him.
A backless dress and some beat up sneaks,
My discothèque, Juliet teenage dream.
I felt it in my chest as she looked at me.
I knew we were bound to be together,
Bound to be together
She took my arm,
I don't know how it happened.
We took the floor and she said,
"Oh, don't you dare look back.
Just keep your eyes on me."
I said, "You're holding back,"
She said, "Shut up and dance with me!"
This woman is my destiny
She said, "Ooh-ooh-hoo,
Shut up and dance with me."
Oh, come on girl!
I watched as Stiles started to relax, the awkwardness seeping away as he started to have fun. I watched as Stiles and Sam seemed to have this silence conversation with each other, devilish smirks spreading across their faces. I watched as Sam ran for Peter, just as Stiles ran for me, hands grabbing hands as Peter and I were dragged into the jumping group. I couldn't help but smile, couldn't help but give into what Stiles wanted. I couldn't stop myself from keeping a hold of his hands, the nineteen year old in front of my tugging on them to get me to move. I couldn't help but get lost in his happy gaze.
Deep in her eyes,
I think I see the future.
I realize this is my last chance.
She took my arm,
I don't know how it happened.
We took the floor and she said,
"Oh, don't you dare look back.
Just keep your eyes on me."
I said, "You're holding back,"
She said, "Shut up and dance with me!"
This woman is my destiny
She said, "Ooh-ooh-hoo,
Shut up and dance!"
"Don't you dare look back.
Just keep your eyes on me."
I said, "You're holding back,"
She said, "Shut up and dance with me!"
This woman is my destiny
She said, "Ooh-ooh-hoo,
Shut up and dance with me."
Ooh-ooh-hoo, shut up and dance with me
Ooh-ooh-hoo, shut up and dance with me
It was random.
It was fun.
No one wanted to stop, even as the song changed.
So we didn't.
It was rather late at night, after Harlequin had fallen asleep and had been tucked into bed, that we somehow started to play the drinking game 'Never have I ever'. Peter, Sam, Charlie, Allison, Isaac and I were the only ones not drinking alcohol. The others? Well, Stiles had managed to find something to allow the others to feel the effects of alcohol with him.
"Never have I ever had a gay experience."
"Never have I ever kissed a girl."
"Never have I ever been arrested."
"Never have I ever fucked in public."
Those were some of the tame things brought up during the game, the admissions getting 'wilder', as Allison dubbed them, the tipsier the others got. Yes, thankfully, it was just tipsy and not drunk, I didn't think I'd be able to handle them drunk!
The game didn't exactly last very long, everyone getting bored. Those who had decided to drink in the first place kept doing so, however, which made for strange conversations...
At first, I didn't understand what happened when Stiles suddenly blurted out 'don't say that'. None of us knew. All we knew was that he cringed at whatever it was.
"Don't say what?" Charlie frowned.
"Don't say 'make love' or 'making love'!" Stiles shuddered. "Don't call it that!"
If only Stiles saw the evil glint in Jackson and Danny's eyes.
Because of this, Jackson and Danny pulled each other closer, practically wrapped in each other, cheeks pressed together as they stared at Stiles, pausing dramatically when they asked 'Don't you want someone to make love to you?'
Never before had I seen Stiles react as he did - jumping up from his place, pacing slightly and just repeating the word 'ew', putting a quick end to that conversation.
Of course, I didn't think that conversation trumped the one Stiles prompted with:
"Why do boys call other boys 'pretty boy' as an insult? That's probably the most flattering thing anyone could ever say to me! Like, call me pretty boy - tell me I'm the prettiest boy you've ever seen!"
I was wondering if, maybe, I should put a ban on alcohol...
Stiles
The first time I woke up it was early, as always but, with my head aching as it was, I dropped back off to sleep. I didn't wake up again until a little after midday, hearing two heartbeats in the room with me. My senses came back to me slowly, not sensing a threat - especially when their scents invaded my nose.
There was a body that lay next to mine, the heartbeat of the body steadier than the other as it rested. I pulled it closer to me, wrapping my arms around it protectively.
Harlequin trusts me enough to know I won't freak out when waking up with him there...
The other person was a little further away, somewhere close to where the desk in my room stood. Their scent was one I would always be able to identify - the scent that was like home and safety, like love and warmth, like hope and kindness, like wood and chocolate. I would always be able to tell by their scent.
Derek.
Smiling slightly, my head aching a less than before, I reached up a hand to rub the sleep from my eyes, glancing over towards my desk once I could open my eyes. Derek was sitting at my desk, staring out of my window, with the light hitting him at just the right angle. He seemed to peaceful, calm. His eyes were closed against the sun, leaning back in the chair slightly as he breathed deeply. He looked so relaxed, almost as relaxed as when I watched him sleep.
I sound like such a creeper!
"Afternoon." he mumbled, smiling a little. "Wondered if you were ever getting up."
"Hm, still thinking about it." I yawned, moving some hair away from Harlequin's closed eyes. "Any idea how long's he been here?"
"He came back up around nine. You're good with him."
Was I? Was I good with him? I mean, I never really had any experience with kids, until I came to Beacon Hills, the first time being with that kid Jason at the restaurant, then in the hospital... I didn't really know what I was doing; it was kind of like I was going off of instinct.
"How do you mean?" I asked, my voice still a little croaky.
Derek looked opened his eyes, turned his faded forest green gaze onto me, the smile still there on his face. He moved slowly as he got out of the chair, walking as quietly as he could over towards Harlequin and I. He didn't stop moving until he was next to my bed, on the other side of Harlequin, sitting down on the edge gently.
"What do you mean, how do I mean? You have to see it." Derek chuckled. "You're like a mother hen protecting her egg when it comes to him. It's not a bad thing, far from it; I think it's good for you - he's good for you."
"I can't help but help him." I sighed. "I don't want him to be alone like I was. He needs to know that people care, even if it's only a handful."
That was all I had to say before a flicker of understanding flashed in Derek's gorgeous eyes. He laid a hand on my upper arm, squeezing slightly as he rubbed his thumb back and forth. I suppose he could understand - from what I had heard, Derek had built up so many walls after the fire, barely letting his own Pack through them until a few months before I arrived. Derek knew what it was like to be left alone, just like he knew what it was like to lose the majority of a family. Derek knew what it was like; knew why I didn't want that for Harlequin. He didn't want it for the boy, either.
"He won't be alone." Derek reassured me. "He has you, Peter...me. He has Sam and Charlie. And, once they get used to the idea, he'll have the rest of the Pack. Soon, he'll have thirteen people that care for him fully."
There was no change in Derek's heartbeat. He believed every word he said. He believed that, yes, it would be different this time. The cycle wouldn't repeat itself with this child.
I couldn't help but smile.
"You make a great brother-figure for him." Derek grinned. "And, if you ever reach that point in your life, you could be a great father as well."
It wasn't unusual for Chris Argent to come by the house, nor was it unusual for him to join us with training. He and Allison would teach me how to use crossbows and guns, the works. The only thing that we didn't use was knives and anything of the like. It was a silent rule between the group - no knives or the like around the Stiles.
That day was such a day.
Chris arrived at the house around two that afternoon, catching up with everyone as we all made our way to the training room - he had already been told about Harlequin by Allison, so he wasn't that surprised by the kid.
It had been a while since we had all trained; Harlequin had never seen the training room. It was a silent agreement that Harlequin would not be training with us, nor would he be involved in any fight that was to come in our future. He wouldn't have that life until he was a lot older, and could decide if that was what he wanted to do. For the time being, he just sat to the side, watching what we did.
Now, it also wasn't unusual - as you know - for Sam and Charlie to join us in training. However, they had always managed to come on days when Chris didn't and vice versa. This time? Well, this time that changed.
We hadn't long started, everyone warming up, when Sam and Charlie flounced into the room. We had recently given them keys to the house, just in case, as well as for the fact that we were all too lazy to open the door!
As soon as the two women walked in, Sam's eyes locked onto Chris'.
She had seen pictures of Chris, because of Allison, but already seemed to know who he was even before that. The only answer that she gave us, when we had asked, was that she had seen his profile. It didn't take a genius to know that the profile was given to her by that Agency.
"Argent." she nodded. "Not to be rude but, before I met Allison, I thought all of you were dead."
What a great way to start off...
"No. Allison and I are the last of our names." Chris replied, continuing to talk as Derek opened his mouth. "I have a treaty with the Pack - Derek and I have worked it out."
Sam just shrugged, holding her hand up in a slight surrender as she dropped her bags by the mats Harlequin was sitting on. As she passed the boy, she sent him a small wink before practically tackling me, snickering as she spoke about the night before.
"Just exactly how do you know who I am?" Chris' voice asked from across the room.
Turning her head, her arms still around my neck, Sam sighed quietly.
"I was assigned to eliminate Kate and Gerard Argent, but these guys got them before I could. Which is a shame... I would have made her suffer for what she did." Sam explained, casually.
It was surprising how she could sound so relaxed about it, yet her tone held so much anger towards the deceased Argents.
"You just happened to turn up in the file but you weren't a threat, therefore you didn't need to be eliminated. Allison, however, was not in our database, so I didn't know about her until she told me." Sam carried on.
"Allison and I aren't like that." Chris mentioned, uncaring.
That was when Sam detached herself from her, a dark smile spreading across her face as she took a few steps towards the hunter.
"I know Allison isn't like a normal Argent, she's a part of this Pack - it's different. And Derek seems to trust you, so I'll trust him." Sam nodded, her voice low. "But if you hurt them, I'll gut you like a fish and, trust me, it will hurt."
Sam ended up directly in front of Chris, almost nose to nose. Even the hunter seemed surprised at just how protective she was over all of us, yet he didn't seem to care by the intimidation from the small woman in front of him.
I could see in his eyes that he didn't think of her as that much of a threat.
Of course, this prompted Sam to do exactly what she did the first time she trained with us - she took on a group of Betas. Boyd, Erica, Lydia and Jackson all went up against the blonde, all of them determined to try and beat her this time.
Seeing the smirk on her face and hearing the Betas say they'd 'win this time', I could see Chris start to get a little scared...
Sam won. It was a close fight, she barely did it, but she managed to in the last second. Suffice to say that Chris' judgement had changed.
We had trained for hours, just like we usually did, Chris leaving for home after a small chat with us all and a promise to meet up with Allison soon, whilst Sam and Charlie forced us all to go to dinner with them. Well, I say 'forced' - we would have gone with them anyway, but it was fun seeing Sam act like a petulant child!
Did that make me a bad friend? No? Good!
For the first time in a long time, we took the thirty three minute long drive to Red Lion Family Pizzeria, in Magalia. It felt weird going back. It was also weird that they seemed to remember us - not Sam, Charlie or Harlequin, but definitely the rest of us - quickly seating us at a group of tables we pushed together. I watched as Jackson and Peter snickered, even hearing Scott making a comment about how you apparently can teach old dogs new tricks.
We ended up having a little story time as we all looked through the menu.
I was far more relaxed in that restaurant than I had ever been during our last visit. There were no whispers, there was no staring... It was as if people were finally backing off! I mean, don't get me wrong, I knew that wasn't really the case, but it still felt good.
Surprisingly, there was nothing much to comment on whilst we ate. I mean, it was fun, it was! There was just no drama that ruined our night out. For once, we had a peaceful meal.
Well, as peaceful as a meal could be with: nine werewolves, two huntresses, a were-coyote, a half-werewolf-half-were-fox and a Fairy.
When we left, however? Well, that was a different story.
Now, I know what you're thinking - something or someone caused some trouble. Well, that wasn't exactly what happened.
We were all heading to our cars, Sam and Charlie having already reached the Impala further up the street. I listened as they all talked to one another, Harlequin riding on Derek's back, just like he had when we went to Redding. The boy had this wide grin on his face as he and Derek spoke, talking about Lord knows what! It was just nice to see everyone happy.
We had only just reached the cars, everyone splitting off towards whatever one they arrived in, when Sam came sprinting up to us, skidding to a stop as she practically vibrated with excitement, beaming.
"Everything ok, Sammy?" I asked, hesitantly, trying to keep her still be placing my hands on her shoulders.
It didn't seem to work.
"I FINALLY GET TO GO TO PRIDE AND I WANT ALL OF YOU TO COME WITH!" Sam squealed. "Charlie and I are going to march in the Parade!"
I swear to God, I had never wanted anything more in my life! Well, maybe I had but, at that moment, I had never wanted anything more in my life!
I could already tell Derek was going to put up a fight.
"It's too short notice if it's tomorrow!"
"Do you know how long it takes to get to Los Angeles from here?! We'd have to leave at midnight!"
"Do you know how hard it would be, travelling with twelve people?"
"Everyone would get so sick of each other, they'd probably kill each other within an hour!"
Those were only a few of Derek's arguments.
It wasn't that he had anything against it, it wasn't that he didn't want us doing it - he just didn't like the fact we had been told only hours before we would have to leave to get there. I could understand, of course I could... But I couldn't describe just how badly I wanted to go! Even Danny and Isaac wanted it!
I had gone so far as to have Sam on speaker phone all the way home, the two of us pleading with Derek, whilst Peter had Danny on Isaac on speaker phone doing the exact same thing. The four of us just didn't let up on the poor Alpha wolf.
It took us an hour to get him to agree to it, going so far as to convince him to staying for a week.
As soon as the words left Derek's mouth, Sam squeaked out an excited 'see you soon' before ringing off, the green eyed Alpha left glaring at my phone - and me.
"Pack your bags then go to sleep - it's a long journey and we have to be up early." Derek growled, quietly.
No one argued, heading up the stairs as fast as they could, all of them at least a little excited about going to LA for a short time. None of them seemed to notice Derek's reaction. I hadn't seen it in a long time, especially not directed at me. Well, not completely directed at me, but a little.
It felt like I had been punched in the stomach, seeing that reaction.
"C'mon, Kiddo." I whispered, taking Harlequin's hand. "Let's get you packed."
As we walked, I watched as Harlequin kept looking over his shoulder, the smile on his face dropping. He didn't say anything, though. He stayed quiet as we climbed up the stairs, he stayed quiet as we went by the others.
He just didn't say a word, continuously glancing over his shoulder, even though he couldn't see Derek anymore. I didn't have to look at him to know he was upset, I could smell the emotion on him. I didn't have to ask to know he was upset because he didn't understand, couldn't comprehend why Derek reacted as he did when everyone else was so happy.
The moment we were in his room, Harlequin wandered straight over to his LA skyline canvas, stretching to run his thin fingers over the LED lights that created it. I watched for a moment before I moved to grab a suitcase - we had bought one for him when he first came to us, just in case. I guess we had the right idea when we did that...
I took out enough clothes for the week we would spend there, packing extra just in case there was another water fight, or something of the sort. I even picked up his panda kigarumi and bed socks. As the majority of his clothing was already folded - all but his t-shirts - it was easy to get everything packed quickly, even leaving some space for if he wanted to add anything to it. Not that I was sure he would - Phantasia would be with him for the duration of the journey, as per usual.
"Hey, Stiles?" Harlequin sighed after a while. "Why's Derek angry?"
Turning around, placing the last item of clothing in his suitcase, I found Harlequin leaning against the wall, his face turned down to the ground and his shoulders slumped. Walking over to the boy, I knelt in front of him, placing my hands on his sides.
"I think he's just stressed." I told him. "Usually, when people go somewhere rather far away, they plan for a couple of weeks before they leave. We don't really get to do that."
"Does he not want to go?" he whispered.
"I honestly don't know. But he won't change his mind now he's said yes."
Nodding slightly, Harlequin lifted his head up, looking me in his eyes. Even after these nine days with him, I couldn't help but still be surprised by the - literal - blazing fire in his red eyes. They were, honestly, amazing.
"Are you excited to go?" he asked, shuffling slightly until he was leaning against me instead of the wall.
"Oh, definitely!" I grinned. "I've always wanted to go to Pride and now I actually get to go. I think we could have a lot of fun."
"You think so?"
"I know so. Now, come on, you need to get changed and brush your teeth! Derek wasn't wrong about having to be up early!"
Harlequin settled quickly, just like he always did. He never seemed to have trouble falling asleep.
I closed his door, quietly, as I walked out, leaning against the wood for a moment as I sighed. Though I was happy Derek had agreed and we all got to go, I couldn't help but feel so guilty for causing such unnecessary stress. I just... All I thought of was finally being able to be who I was around people like me, alongside all of my friends. I was so selfish! How could I not see how much hassle this would all cause?!
"Stupid Stilinski." I muttered to myself, pushing myself off of the door.
I didn't get very far, slamming into a solid form, arms wrapping around me as we stumbled.
Looking up, I found Derek looking down at me, frowning slightly as he kept me standing.
"You need to be more careful." he muttered, pushing slightly until I was upright again. "Does... Does he really think I was angry?"
Derek's frown deepened, his eyes locked on the door behind me, as his hands tightened slightly on my arms. The thought actually seemed to trouble him, as if Harlequin thinking he was angry was one of the worst things imaginable. Ok, maybe that was a little too extreme, but you get my point!
"Y-You heard?" I stammered, feeling a small heat spread across my face.
"Yeah..." he sighed. "I wasn't - I'm not. I... I was just trying to figure out how the hell we're going to do this."
In the evening light, I could see a light dusting of colour blossomed over Derek's cheeks, removing one hand from my arm to rub at the back of his neck.
"I mean, we've never been out of Beacon Hills as a group before. The last time I left was after the fire! Even then, it was only me and Laura." Derek explained. "I don't remember the last trip I took with my family before the fire... I don't know how we're going to do it, I don't know what's going to happen on the way, I don't know what could happen when we're there."
"You're anxious? It's fine, I kind of am too. I mean, I've only ever been to Beacon Hills and Dallas... " I smiled, warmly. "I barely stopped when I left to come back here - I don't know how to do the whole road trip thing without thinking I'm going to die. But I know, once we get on the road, everything will be fine. It'll be like that for you too."
"But, what if-"
"Derek. Did you miss how excited they all were? Especially Danny and Isaac? I mean, sure, Danny's been to Pride before - not for a while, but he knows what to expect. He can help out with making sure everyone knows what's happening, making sure things go smoothly. And Isaac? Back when Sam was recovering from her time with Veronica, we got to talking about a few things. Do you know what he told me? He didn't ever tell his mom, his brother or his dad he was gay. You know why? His mom and brother died before he could, and he thought his dad would end up burying him in one of the fresh graves. When Sam mentioned going to Pride, just by thinking he would be somewhere he could be around people that weren't any of us and be himself, he was beaming. All of them are excited, all of them are willing to do anything to go to LA... You have nothing to worry about."
Sighing, Derek dropped his head, only moving as I walked around him to get to my door, pushing it open but not going inside. Derek needed to talk about all of this, that much was obvious. I wouldn't have been able to walk away from him even if I wanted to!
"I just don't want my Pack - the people I care about - to be hurt ever again. My Alpha status won't matter as much if I'm out of my territory. And what if someone tries to hurt Sam or Charlie? Or Harlequin? Or Isaac, Erica?" Derek whispered. "What if someone tries to hurt you Stiles and I'm not there? What if my entire life comes falling down again?"
And, yeah, that got me.
I knew what he meant, where he was coming from.
I understood completely what he was getting at...
"Wow, you must really care about us." I mused.
Yet, somehow, that came out of my mouth!
I kind of expected Derek's look, the one that told me I had just asked the most stupid ass question, one that was not going to be dignified with an answer. Cringing slightly, I moved towards the Alpha, placing my hand just above his elbow.
"Everything is going to be ok. It will be fine." I told him. "We'll take care of each other, because that's what we do - I got you, you got me. That type of thing."
And he smiled.
Derek gave this very small, lopsided smile, shifting until he was hugging me, turning his face down into the top of my hair. It was almost natural to hug him back, wrapping my arms around him as I buried my face into his chest.
I felt my chest got warm, not being able to help the thoughts of just leaning up just a little and kissing him. Okami and Melrakki seemed to be all for the idea, as they would be. But I didn't do it. I couldn't do it. Derek was straight, he didn't like me like that. I was his friend, someone he cared for...
"Goodnight, Derek." I smiled, pulling away from his warm embrace. "Everything will be ok."
With that, we split off for our own rooms, only hearing a faint 'goodnight' from the Alpha before he moved away.
I was standing in my Chemistry room. I knew why I was there, I knew why I was meeting him... I just didn't understand why it was here. Surely, with him being an English Professor, we should be meeting in his English room? But, for once, I hadn't argued with him, settling for just waiting for him as I sat on one of the student desks, kicking my legs as I waited.
He appeared as soon as the clock struck three, the door opening slowly as he walked in. It was strange, this man was gorgeous yet he dressed so differently from how you would expect - crisp white shirt, burgundy jumper, tight fitting black trousers, shiny dress shoes and thick black rimmed glasses. Even dressed as a 'nerd', he was hot!
"Mr Stilinski. I see you managed to arrive on time." he smirked, heading straight for the desk.
"Of course, Professor Hale." I smiled, sweetly. "You did say for me to."
"I suppose I did. Now, you know why you're here, Mr Stilinski?"
Sliding off of the desk, I made my way over to the other side of the one he was standing behind, watching as his focus was drawn to the swaying of my hips.
"Of course I do, Professor Hale." I said, heavily applying a fake apologetic tone. "I was just ever so bad in class today, mouthing off when I have absolutely no right to. You said you were going to punish me, Sir."
I watched as his tongue darted out, wetting his quickly drying lips. I couldn't help but chuckle quietly, biting my lip slightly to see if I could have an even bigger affect of the man standing in front of me. It seemed to work, if his shifting and slowly tenting trouser were anything to go by.
"I will indeed be punishing you, Mr Stilinski." he coughed, grinning slightly. "Pick up the chalk, you're going to write out everything you remember from today's lesson. From there, I'll decide exactly what I'm going to do with you."
I couldn't help the shiver that made its way down my back, nodding slowly before I made my way towards the blackboard, making sure to brush my ass across the bulge in his pants.
I heard a low hiss behind me, heard a slight creaking of wood from where he much had grabbed a hold of the desk.
I couldn't help but smirk.
I began writing, jotting down everything I could think of from our lesson, from the talk in which we delved into the world of Frankenstein. Honestly, if he continued to make me write, he would have no use for me - I remembered everything!
I should have known better.
I hadn't been writing for longer than a minute when a warm, solid form was pressed against my back, the feeling of two large hands wrapping around my hips, dragging me back until I was pressed firmly against another warm, solid form... I couldn't stop the gasp that escaped my mouth, couldn't stop the slight shaking of my hand.
Now the fun was really beginning!
"P-Professor?" I forced myself to stutter. "Wh-What are you doing?"
"Exactly what I said I would." he chuckled, lowly, directly into my ear. "I'm punishing you."
I tell you now, I did not expect the firm smack to my ass.
The force of the hand connecting with my clothed behind jolted me, pressing me against the blackboard for a moment. The chalk had dropped from my hand, falling to the floor with a dull clatter, my hands coming up to support me. I couldn't help but be stunned by this development.
"It's disappointing, Mr Stilinski. That's all you remember?" Professor Hale teased. "It seems as if I really do have to teach you a lesson."
"P-Professor?" I whispered.
The hand came down again, wrenching a small squeak from me. I tried to turn around, but his hold was just too strong...
Was it wrong that his touch, this touch, was arousing me?
I felt both hands on my hips again, the large appendages slowly moving up my body, every part of my erupting in Goosebumps. His hands never stopped, just kept creeping up my body until they could pull my t-shirt off over my head, nails scratching down my sides as they trailed back down again. I could feel every hair on my body stand on end, his breath heating my already warm skin as he lowered his head, dropping it into the crook of my neck.
My nails dug into the blackboard as I felt the feather light brushes of his lips on my neck, felt as his hands gradually started to push my jeans and boxers down. His touch was life fire, heating me from the outside in, leaving a burning trail wherever he touched. It was maddening, but I wanted more! I managed to toe off my shoes and socks, before he had to crouch to continue pushing my jeans and boxers down my legs, his lips softly dragging across my back as he went.
His hands supported me as I stepped out of the clingy fabric, standing with my back to him, completely naked. I was shaking, I could feel it. I didn't know how to react. All I knew was I needed him to touch me, needed him to do something. I felt every part of his clothed body as he slid his way up my back, bringing his hand down onto my ass one last time, roughly squeezing the flesh in his hand. I bit my lip, trying to stop the high whine... But nothing got passed Professor Hale.
"Well, well. Do you like that?" he teased, rubbing where he had squeezed, 'accidentally' gliding his thumb softly down the crack. "You never cease to amaze me, Stiles."
As he purred my name, Professor Hale flipped me around, my back pressing against the cold board behind me as I tried to stay standing.
Professor Hale, on the other hand, had a different idea.
"On your knees." he growled, pupils blown wide as he ripped and threw his shirt and jumper across the room.
Before I had a chance to move, he had pushed me to the ground with a firm hand on my shoulder. My hands landed on his thighs, keeping my balance.
"It shouldn't be too hard to figure out what to do." he chuckled, his hand drifting from my shoulder and up into my hair, fisting it gently.
Oh, he wanted me to do that...
Swallowing nervously, I shakily reached for the button of his pants, taking a few moments to try and pop it out of its hole. The zipper was far easier, taking it between my thumb and forefinger, taking it down bit by bit. Professor Hale's hand tightened in my hair slightly, pulling back, only to reach his other hand towards the zipper, yanking it down the rest of the way.
"The longer you take, the rougher I'll be." he snarled.
It sounded far more appealing than it should have...
Staring directly at his crotch, I didn't expect for his dick to be staring straight back at me. I felt myself harden just a little bit more, realising that my teacher had been going commando all day!
Hesitantly, I wrapped a hand around him, biting my lip for the third time as I glanced up at him. The man above me groaned as he looked down at me, the hand in my hair pushing me forward just a little as he did. Taking a deep breath, I leant forward that extra little bit, placing just the head of his dick into my mouth, wrapping my lips around the swollen flesh.
Professor Hale's small moan was cut off with a choke, when I flicked my tongue against the slit, feeling his hand tighten all the more. When I didn't move again, too busy in looking up at his flushed face, he pushed me down with a growl, not letting up until I almost gagged from the tip touching the back of my throat.
"Move." he rumbled. "Before I fuck your mouth."
I had no chance in suppressing the moan his words caused, clinging to his thighs just a little tighter at the thought.
"You like the sound of that?" he panted, slightly. "Like the idea of me taking what I want from your mouth?"
He gave me no chance to reply, instead using the grip he had on my hair to keep me still, his other hand sliding into help. I could do nothing but relax my throat as he began to rock his hip, the warm, hard flesh slowly moving in and out of my mouth.
My eyes closed as I moaned again, flicking my tongue out every now and then, listening to the sounds the man above me made, as he slowly sped up his thrusting. I sucked as hard as I could as he moved, tried to match it with the movements of his hips, but I just couldn't keep up!
I honestly couldn't tell you how long I sat there, on my knees, mouth being used like some dollar whore. All I knew was, by the time he pulled me off, my jaw was aching and I needed to cum! Sure, there was also that little thing in the back of my head that said I wished he had shot his load right down my throat, but I needed him in me more.
The hands in my hair dragged me up to my feet, my legs weak and my knees shaking. I practically fell against man in front of me, sucking in as much air as I could. I felt him chuckle as he sat down on the edge of the desk, making me bed ever so slightly as I leant against him.
I didn't know what he was up to until I felt a finger pressed between my ass. I yelped slightly, almost pulling away.
But he kissed me.
He pressed his lips roughly against mine, forcing his tongue inside. Whimpering slightly, my arms wrapped loosely around his neck, somehow managing to bend forward just that little bit more.
I felt the first finger, slick and wet, ease itself passed the tight ring of muscle. I had to force myself to relax, the sensation uncomfortable, not painful. The movements were slow, gently, this gorgeous man handling me like something fragile.
It was a strange feeling, not used to having anything up...well, up there. But it didn't feel bad. I just wanted something more.
I honestly don't remember a second or third finger making an appearance, all I remembered was this flash of pleasure as something was rubbed. It made my legs shake more, made these sounds I would never be able to replicate on my own spill from my mouth. And, the entire time, I had his lips pressed to mine.
The next thing I knew, there was nothing inside me and I had been flipped around to bend over the desk. I couldn't help but whine, wanting something, anything, back in me. Needing something more than just three fingers.
I seemed to get my wish when I felt hands spreading my ass, the dull head of his dick pressing against my-
I woke up panting, my sweatpants soaked with cum. I groaned as the situation dawned on me.
I had just had a full blown sex dream.
About Derek.
And I only had two hours before I had to be up, to help get the cars packed, before taking the long drive to LA.
Rubbing my hands over my face, I knew I couldn't just lay there for two hours, covered in cum! I mean, come on, it would be a nightmare to clean up! So, sluggishly, I dragged myself out of bed, heading towards my bathroom.
As soon as I was in there, I removed my clothes, throwing them into the hamper, as I switched on the water. All I could think was at least I didn't have to whack one out, this time around. I could just jump in, wash myself as quickly as I could, before going back to sleep for a couple of hours before my alarm went off at eleven.
Yeah, I know, we weren't leaving until midnight - but it would take, at least, an hour to get everyone up, ready to go and the cars packed!
I moved like a zombie in the shower, haphazardly scrubbing and washing myself. I was surprised that I managed to get clean before I stepped out, rubbing myself dry with a towel as I stumbled back into my room, just tugging on a pair of boxers, before collapsing onto my bed, on top of the covers.
All I wanted was a couple of more hours sleep.
All I wanted was a dreamless sleep.
I could have sex dreams about Derek another night, just not that night.
And certainly not about us role-playing as teacher-student and fucking on Harris' desk!
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