Derek and Stiles finally pulled into the police station, his father would still be there and hopefully not on a call. Stiles lowkey just wanted to go back home and take Derek back to his bed, but right now they had a job to do, even if they had taken a little detour.
Stiles checked his reflection in the mirror of the side view mirror, making sure that he didn't look like he had just been fucked. Stiles lips no longer were swollen, and his hair had been brushed with the emergency hairbrush he kept in his car. Looking respectable he turned to Derek, who was straightening out his shirt, he smiled his lopsided smile and stepped towards him. Derek looked him up and down, a smile slowly forming on his lips. Stiles smiles grew and he placed a quick peck on his lips before turning around and hurrying towards the station.
Stiles willed the blush back down his neck and he breathed in deep, calming down his racing heart. He breathed in the stale station air, he hadn't really been back here in a good while. He had forgotten how messy and clustered the offices of stations were.
Stiles turned around to make sure Derek was still with him, Derek had masterfully placed back on his brooding serious face, Stiles wanted to chuckle at that, but right now they had to get serious, Dereks life was in trouble and quite possibly his fathers.
He knocked on his fathers office door, The sheriffs gruff tired voice called them in.
"Hey dad." Stiles smiled as he entered the office.
"Oh, hey Stiles… and Derek." The Sheriffs eyebrows were raised with a question, but Stiles didn't have any time to answer them.
"Hey dad do you have the contact details of the parents of Joseph?" Stiles asked, dropping into the seat by his father's desk.
"Uhh yeah somewhere around here, but why I thought that Joseph business was over with?"
Derek sat down on the chair next to Stiles. "Sheriff, Joseph wasn't the only one of his kind, there's a family of them and they came looking for me last night."
The Sheriff sighed with exhaustion. Honestly, he wasn't all that surprised by this news, of course nothing could just end with one death, it had to end with many.
"So, you need to find out who they are I suppose?" He asked.
Stiles continued. "Yeah, Derek couldn't make out their identities when they were in their snake forms, but we assumed that they probably gave their proper contact details to you."
"Well I'm sure they are real details." Sheriff shifted piles of paper around on his desk for a few moments before he finally dug out the piece of paper in question.
But before Stiles could take the paper out of his father's hand, it was held back.
"You two aren't going to find them on your own, are you?" He asked, his fatherly glare coming out.
Stiles scratched the back of his head awkwardly; he hadn't really thought about getting back up, but he suddenly realised that was probably a good idea.
"Umm ill contact Scott, Scott and Derek can handle it I'm sure." Stiles tried to reassure his dad, but he could still see the glint of hesitation in his eyes.
"I promise we'll find backup dad."
"You better." He grumbled, giving the paper to Stiles, Stiles took it eagerly.
"And you." The Sheriff nodded towards Derek; Derek's back straightened to attention.
"You keep my son safe you hear?"
Derek nodded his head, "of course sir."
Stiles heart beat manically, this felt so different then all the last times, and Stiles trusted that Derek really meant this. Stiles forced himself to not look at Derek, he didn't want to make his dad feel suspicious about them as Stiles really didn't feel like answering questions that he wasn't sure how to answer yet.
The two got up, they would call it a night and try to figure out the plan tomorrow, Stiles had decided, and Derek seemed to think the same.
"Be safe yeah." His dad said as he was leaving.
"Always." Stiles replied, with a slight pang in his heart, he really didn't want to make promises that always so hard to keep.
Derek and Stiles made their way back to his car, as soon as they got in, they could immediately smell the aftermaths of sex. Stiles cleared his throat awkwardly as Derek pulled out of the carpark.
They really hadn't said anything to each other yet, and Stiles really had no fucking clue as to how to start any conversation. There was a lot that Stiles wanted to say, but for the first time in his life he had no idea in how to communicate his thoughts. Derek seemed to be deeper in thought than anything, his hand rested on the gear shift, even though the car was an automatic.
Stiles itched to take his hand, but he wasn't sure what the boundaries were yet, he wasn't even sure where the two stood with each other. Derek turned to him, he could probably smell the anxiety in the air, Derek's hand moved and took Stiles hand, clasping them together and moving it to his lap. Stiles heart raced, but instantly he felt calmer.
Yes, this could work, this could definitely work.
Derek hadn't been able to stop thinking about Stiles all night. With each minute that he let his mind drift, he would come back to those thoughts of Stiles naked and erotic. Derek growled and dropped to the floor, he did so many pushups that eventually he lost count, when he finally became out of breath, he dropped to the floor and sighed.
The exercise hadn't helped one bit. Derek was still feeling extremely horny, horny for Stiles. Derek groaned and went to his shower, maybe a shower would work, but as soon as he got in all he could remember was the smell that Stiles was emitting when he was in the shower last night. Derek had smelt the smell of arousal many times before, however, he had never known for someone's arousal to be so sweet and alluring, it made him lose all control that he had, and that frightened him.
Derek now raging hard could think of nothing to do but to just have to help himself. His head fell back as soon as he touched himself, and soon his imagination was running wild, instead of knowing it was his hand that was pleasuring him, he couldn't help but think of Stiles long slender fingers. Derek sped up, losing all rhythm, simply determined to just make himself cum. Finally, his orgasm arrived, and Derek moaned with ecstasy, he couldn't remember the last time had had such a good orgasm from masturbating. Then guilt washed over him, because really, he had been masturbating to the thought of Stiles, which had made him cum.
Derek groaned in defeat, he had no idea why he was thinking of Stiles this way, but he found that he had already come to accept these thoughts. Derek finished in the shower and dressed in some loose shorts. He wondered what tomorrow was going to be like. When he would see Stiles, Stiles lopsided smile and wide chocolate eyes. He knew he would have to use every ounce of control that he had to stop himself from doing anything that Stiles would not want.
Derek crawled into his bed and threw the covers on. He would have to just wait until tomorrow he thought, no bother in worrying about it now. As Derek woke up, he instantly knew he had woken up with morning wood. To him this was unusual, he had not woken up with morning wood since he was a teenager. Derek groaned and slipped his hand into his shorts, popping out his dick which was already leaking with precum. Derek sighed with the relief of tension as he moved his hand up and down. Instantly he was thinking about Stiles again, and as soon as his mind wandered to Stiles, he thought of his mouth coming around his dick as he came.
"Stiles." He moaned as he came.
This was going to be a problem.
Derek knew that Stiles was most likely contemplating whether or not to meet with Derek today, but Stiles needed to know about the family of those snake people, before he found out by himself. Derek took out his phone and hesitated with what to text him. Finally, he decided on a simple
Same café at lunch.
He left no room for Stiles to argue with him, feeling satisfied he did the few chores that he needed to do for the morning, such as cleaning his apartment and doing menial tasks. The morning carried on, with nothing prominent happening.
Then the afternoon slowly dawned. There was nothing to stop the anxiety that Derek was slowly starting to feel. Derek rarely felt anxiety, however just the thought of seeing Stiles, especially after the things he did thinking of him made his heart race.
Derek finally had to start getting ready to leave or he would be late, he knew that Stiles wouldn't bail, his curiosity wouldn't allow for it. The car ride had Derek stewing in his own thoughts. Self-doubt making his stress.
What if he couldn't control himself when he saw Stiles?
What if Stiles was repulsed by him?
What if…
Derek parked at the café with ten minutes to spare, he banged his head on the steering wheel and took a deep breath. He willed his heart to still, he had to be in full control if he were to face Stiles, he wasn't sure what he was going to do.
These thoughts ultimately scared Derek, for he had always been able to control himself. He was the one who taught others how to control, he was always the one best at being able to control the wolf within him. However, thinking about Stiles in the way that he had, yearning for Stiles, wanting Stiles, had awakened something within Derek that was insatiable.
Derek knew at the back of his mind that this feeling went further, but he was too focused on unknown to realise this.
Derek could smell Stiles driving from a block away. He sat up, suddenly extremely alert. He zeroed in on the smell and instantly he became aroused. Shit this wasn't good.
Derek growled down at his lap, maybe he could scare it back down, eventually he was able to calm himself, but the smell of Stiles was becoming stronger the closer that he got. How the fuck was he supposed to control himself with Stiles sitting right next to him?
Derek eventually got out of his car and sat down at his usual seat at the café, perhaps if he evaded his senses with the smell of others he wouldn't feel as affected. This helped for a moment, but then Stiles entered, and Derek nearly shifted.
His clenched his fists and punctured his hands with his nails, the pain helped him gather minutes amounts of control. Stiles had never smelt this way before, he smelt like soap and lemon washing powder, his wolf ached to come out and see Stiles. Stiles sat, unaware of how out of control Derek was. He instantly hide behind a menu and Derek used that time to pull in his nails and stop the flaring of his eyes.
Stiles looked back up, his eyes flashing wide with understanding. However, he seemed to want to ignore whatever what was happening, and this was only making Derek feel worse.
"I'm broke so it's on you yeah?" Derek couldn't trust himself to say anything, so he didn't.
Stiles continued with his staring and not staring. Derek growled and his eyes flashed. Stiles nearly gasped and all Derek wanted to do at that moment was to kiss Stiles until he was gasping out of breath.
Derek shook his head, thinking about those things wasn't making his situation any better. Stiles decided that talking about last night would help change the mood of the situation. Which it did, thinking about how he was nearly killed last night did help Derek gain his control back.
With the decision made to go to the station and ask about Josephs parents, Derek felt calmer.
With feeling more in control he decided to ask Stiles to travel together. Stiles seemed hesitant to be alone with him, and Derek felt instantly guilty for that, no matter the times where Derek had threatened Stiles with violence, his intent was never to cause him any harm.
Stiles shrugged and took out his keys with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Alright but we take my car."
Derek instantly did not like that idea, he felt much better driving in his safe and not a hundred-year-old car.
"Stiles…" He warned, he knew Stiles knew his feelings about his car, it may no longer be the jeep, but it definitely wasn't that better than his jeep.
Stiles stopped him, a smirk no stretching his face. "Uh uh, if you want me to go together with you, it's with my car."
Derek smirked, fine he could take Stiles car and with a sharp movement of his hand, he had taken Stiles keys before he could blink.
"Fine, but I'm driving."
Stiles pouted and mumbled, "cheater." As Derek chuckled towards Stiles car.
Derek got into the car, and Stiles continued to stand there, lost in space. Derek could see that glint of hesitation in his eyes again and it made Derek's heart squeeze.
"Stiles you coming?" Derek yelled at, Stiles seemed to come back to earth and he stared at Derek, embarrassment making his cheeks blush lightly. Derek smiled at him, his heart pounding. Fuck, what was this feeling all of a sudden?
Derek could feel the sexual tension building and his control loosening. Stiles turned and stared at him, his eyes flashing with arousal, this only made Derek lose more control. Derek gripped the steering wheel so tightly he was afraid that he would break it.
Derek's eyes flashed neon blue as he looked back to Stiles, Stiles with eyes glazed over with arousal and Derek had to pull over before he crashed the car. Stiles unbuckled his belt and moved towards his, Derek took an intake of breath as Stiles unzipped his jeans, Derek felt the slight relief of tension, and he unconsciously fisted his hand in Stiles hair.
Derek lay there, feeling content and warm with Stiles laying on top of him. His heart beat calmly. Derek brushed his hand up and down Stiles back underneath his shirt whilst Stiles sighed. Derek knew that he didn't want this just be sex with Stiles, he knew now that he wouldn't ever be able to let another person see Stiles so relaxed and vulnerable, he couldn't.
Stiles eventually groaned and sat up, Derek did to, tidying himself up.
Then Stiles broke the silence.
"I don't want this to just be sex." He seemed embarrassed at saying it, but Derek had never heard words that had made him feel so happy.
He pulled Stiles in to a soft and deep kiss, before pulling away and saying, "me too."ling away and saying, "me too."/p