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Prompt: During Their Morning Ritual(s)
The first time that Derek slept over (completely by accident, and we did nothing even remotely sex-like, Stiles promised his dad), they wound up, quite literally, bouncing off of each other in the hallway, Stiles (eyes closed, because it was too early to open them just yet) heading toward the bathroom that Derek was exiting. It had not been a good start to the day.
The second time that Derek slept over (again, no sex, not even naughty touching as far as the Sheriff was concerned), things went a little less smoothly. The water turned scalding hot, then ice cold when Derek flushed the toilet. No apologies were said, and Stiles left for school without saying goodbye, or acting as buffer between his father and boyfriend. Needless to say, that day had been shot to hell, almost literally as Stiles found out much, much later.
The third time that Derek slept over (Who do you think you're fooling Stiles? Because it ain't me, the Sheriff knew what was what, and, while he grumbled about it, he didn't shove the shotgun in Derek's face or threaten to shove it up his ass, so Stiles counted that as a win), there was breakfast waiting for him on the bedside table, and a wolf sitting up beside him in bed, a toothy, kind of creepy, grin on his face, and Stiles felt a little unsettled for the rest of the day. It hadn't been unpleasant, but it had left him wondering if Derek had spit in his eggs, which had tasted a little off.
The fourth time that Derek slept over (the Sheriff decided to give them a less than subtle reminder of their age difference, I'm doing a bed check at midnight, because you need your sleep, Stiles, you've got school in the morning) they start to establish a bit of a routine. Derek got up first to pee and shave, he'd shower at home, later, and woke Stiles with a kiss, no creepy breakfast in bed, boyfriend staring at him with a wolfish grin. There were no mishaps, and that turned out to be a very good day.
The fifth time that Derek slept over (the sheriff threw his hands up, and muttered something beneath his breath that Stiles couldn't make out), things went surprisingly well. They even passed each other in the hallway, no bouncing off of hard chests, and walls, and, when Stiles had finished showering, there was breakfast waiting for him, down in the kitchen, where breakfast should be. That day had been pretty damn good.
The sixth time Derek sleeps over (the sheriff shares a look with Derek that Stiles cannot decipher), they've got everything well in hand, and if Derek joins him in the shower, the sheriff never finds out about it. That day is the best day yet, and it has nothing to do with the circumstances that Stiles finds himself in, which, by ordinary people's standards are pretty awful, and everything to do with soapy cocks and slippery bodies and the tuneless song that Stiles can't get out of his head.
Free Reader Tip #19: Wolves are surprisingly cheerful in the morning. Annoyingly so. And they're playful, unrepentant asses. Do not trust them not to do something to your food, or your shampoo while you're still half asleep. Beware. Avoid your wolf first thing in the morning, unless, of course there is sex involved. Sex can be a great way to wake up.