ONE WEEK LATER…
'Clothes' Stiles scribbled with a black marker on the cardboard box. He leant back and observed his half packed up room; it appeared that that was the last box.
Sheriff Stilinski didn't like that Stiles wanted to move in with his older werewolf boyfriend, and it wasn't that he was older or even that he was a werewolf, it was that out at the Hale house the Sheriff couldn't protect his son. He also wasn't ready to let his only child go just yet, wasn't ready for his son to grow up.
So the Sheriff and his son had made a compromise. Stiles could live with Derek as long as he left his bedroom still set up in case he ever needed (or wanted) to come home. Stiles thought it was the best compromise he was ever going to get from his dad, so he agreed and hastily ran upstairs to pack everything essential.
Derek laid on Stiles' soft bed and watched as his boyfriend packed his most prized belongings into cardboard boxes. When he had asked Stiles to move in with him just over a week ago, which seemed like forever ago, he had only sort of hinted at it, he hadn't thought Stiles would take him seriously or even consider it. Yet, here they were packing up Stiles' stuff to move to Derek's house.
To be honest, it wasn't a lot of stuff; clothes, toiletries, his computer system, some random bits and bobs that held special meaning, a few books, lots of cords and chargers and the like, and last but not least a little toy bear he was given at birth.
It only took one trip in the jeep, and Stiles swore he saw his dad wipe a tear from his eye in the rear view mirror as they left the driveway. Stiles promised they would come over for dinner at least once a week, he refused to make a big deal out of it, it wasn't like he was moving states or even towns, he would see his dad all the time.
Derek had cleared out and fixed up some space in the house so that Stiles could have an area that was just his, he knew his boyfriend needed his own space from time to time and Derek could respect that. Just because they were living together now didn't mean they couldn't still spend time apart when they needed to, and the house was definitely big enough.
Derek helped Stiles bring in the boxes from the jeep and then left him alone to set things up how he wanted. A big wooden desk had been brought in for Stiles' computer, and he eagerly set it up first. He filled in the rest of the space with his bits and bobs, and soon the room was looking a bit more 'Stiles'. Complete with clothes strewn over the floorboards.
He finished just as there was a knock on the door, signalling that dinner had arrived, and paused in the doorway to smile at his new set up in his boyfriend's house; where he now lived.
Stiles skipped happily down the wooden stairs to the old couch (that seriously needed replacing, they would have to go furniture shopping) where Derek was waiting with their meals. The smell of Indian hit his nostrils which made his stomach grumble, Derek handed Stiles a fork and they started their first meal living together.