A/N: See? I CAN write happy things, too :) This time, what probably most of you were waiting for.

Chapters will be updated weekly. Special warnings would be at the bottom notes of the chapters when needed.

Summary: 'Derek glanced at Stiles, who's smile dissolved into a light frown. He moved his hands again, and Derek flicked his eyes back to Sheriff Stilinski, silently asking for help. The Sheriff took a few steps forwards. "Stiles is mute." He said.'

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Chapter 12

Pardon the way that I stare,

There's nothing else to compare.

Their double date idea ended up being a pretty bad one, as the new couple proved to be quite impossible to stand. Scott and Allison, as cute and amazing as they were together, were absolutely, completely and totally sickening. Stiles loved them both, he really did. But they were at this terrible stage of their relationship where you couldn't stand being around them for too long without constantly puking sugar and rainbows.

So in the end, the shared evening ended with him and Derek looking at each other for help and communicating silently with desperate attempts to find an excuse to get the hell out of there. Far away from all the touching and the kissing and the embarrassing, naked love in the eyes of the new couple as the two stared at each other, without touching their plates even once.

Please, Stiles signed in disgust when they finally, finally got out of the restaurant, leaving Scott and Allison to mentally undress each other by themselves. Well, them, plus the poor waiter that still tried to get their order, without much success. Please tell me we weren't that nauseating when we started dating.

Derek chuckled, wrapping one arm around Stiles' waist as he led him away from the restaurant's warm orange light, his fingers caressing the teen's side under the blue plaid shirt he wore.

"I really don't think we were that terrible to be around," He answered with a smirk as he rubbed his chin in a mocking gesture. "But we were definitely had our fair share of shameful moments with all the..." A half amused, half horrified expression crossed his face at the memory as he said, "...giggling."

Stiles shuddered.

My poor, poor dad. He signed, shaking hid head, and Derek nodded feverishly as they walked, still connected to each other side by side.

So, speaking of my dad, Stiles touched his forehead hesitantly, slowing down to a pause in the middle of the street so he could look at Derek better. He's been bugging me for weeks now to bring you home for dinner... He trailed off, his hands slowing and dropping down as he watched Derek's expression turning from curious-puppy to interested in a blink.

"Seriously?" He asked, and a small, open and happy smile started spreading on his usually serious face, and Stiles nodded his confirmation in relief. "Sure, of course I'll be there! Honestly, I can't believe he doesn't hate my guts-"

Who said he doesn't? Stiles smirked playfully and winked, resuming his walk forwards with a hint of a cocky, swaying march, followed by a laughing Derek.

"You're an impossible asshole," He commented as he caught up with him, sneaking his arm around Stiles' waist once again. The teen let out a laugh, leaning a bit closer to Derek.

That's my charm. He signed, standing briefly on his tiptoes and pecking Derek's lips before he smiled at him brightly, hand wrapped around Derek's middle as well.

"So, Derek." Sheriff Stilinski cleared his throat and leaned a bit back in his chair, putting his fork and knife down and watching the young, frightened man with a calm and calculated expression. "Have you two done it yet?"

Stiles suddenly made a strangled noise that sounded like an elephant being run-over and coughed, tiny bits of steak and mashed potatos spraying out of his mouth. Oh, gross.

Derek, on his part, practically had the expression of a baby deer caught in the headlights, and so didn't pay his choking boyfriend any attention as he chose to just quickly sip on his glass of water like a dying man, swallowing hard and shaking his head with his green eyes wide and nearly frightened.

"N-no, sir." He stammered - honest to God stammered. He felt like a little boy being scolded by his father... how was that even possible.

"You mean, not yet," The Sheriff cleared with a tiny smirk, making Stiles whimper like a wounded animal in his seat. The bastard enjoyed it.

"Da- uh, da-d!" Stiles managed to cry out loud, startling both his father and Derek. It was the first time Derek got to hear Stiles' voice since they first started dating, and as strangled and stuttered it was, it was the most beautiful sound he ever heard. He wanted - needed - to hear it again.

Stiles was glaring at his father now with his ears and cheeks burning red, half panting as his hands shot up in the air and started flailing so fast that a very stunned Derek pretty much missed half of it.

Jesus, dad! What the hell ... ... doing? ... you ... ... scare him away? That ... ... ... embarrassing, dad, oh my God!

The Sheriff just smirked at his son's flustered expression, waiting for him to finish. "Are you done?" He asked when Stiles finally stilled his hands and lowered them, resting them on top of the table. The teen sharply nodded once, his ears burning as he avoided Derek's stare.

"Good." Stiles' father said, leaning forwards and resting his elbow on the edge of the table, smirking knowingly at the two boys. "Because I don't care what exactly you two do or don't do together, but as adults, I want to make sure you act safely."

"If it's about condoms, sir, I assure you we know how to use them." Derek said with all the confidence he could muster - which wasn't much, to be honest - as Stiles made a final, desperate attempt to drown himself in his mashed potatos.

"Condoms, lube-" The Sheriff added, ignoring the pathetic, wounded noises his son made at the farther end of the table with every word he said. "-safe preparations, the whole package." He said. "I don't want you kids to get hurt, I heard it could be quite painful when it's done wrong."

Derek nodded, still finding it hard to believe he was having his first safe-sex conversation at age twenty two, and with Stiles' father, of all people.

"We'll be safe," He promised.

"Good, good." The Sheriff sighed heavily, pushing his chair away from the table with a groan and standing up, stretching his arm to the side. "Listen... you boys don't mind clearing up here? I really have to go to work." He asked hopefully, tiredly glancing at the full table. Stiles shrugged.

Night shift? He asked, the first words he dared contributing to the amazingly, impressively awkward conversation.

"Yeah," His father answered, shuffling to grab his keys and jacket from their place by the front door, followed by Stiles and his boyfriend, who came to say goodbye and goodnight. The Sheriff pulled his jacket on and adjusted his collar, turning to smile at Derek. "It was nice finally meeting you, kid." He said warmly, patting Derek's shoulder. A smile broke on his lips.

"Same here, sir."

"Do me a favor, will ya?" Sheriff Stilinski leaned closed and lowered his voice as if he was telling Derek a secret. "Take care of my hurricane of a son, okay? He gets himself into enough troubles as it is." The young man snorted, nodding.

"Of course I will. I know how much of a handfull he can-" An annoyed noise interuppted him and he glanced aside with a wide, wolfish grin to see Stiles glaring at them as he cleared his throat in irritation.

You know I can hear you, right? He signed annoyingly, movements sharp and snappy. I'm standing right here.

The Sheriff just laughed in response, ruffling his son's hair and patting Derek's back as he finally moved to walk out the door, chuckling to himself on his way to his cruiser.

"Have fun, boys! Play safe!" He called over his shoulder, amused by the flustered cry his son let out from his place by the front door.

Stiles could swear he had the worst dad in the whole world.

"You know... he's right." Derek said quietly as soon as they closed the door, the squeaking tires of the Sheriff's cruiser fading in the distance. Stiles turned to him in question, locking the door behind them. Derek shrugged nervously. "About, about the sex thing, I mean."

Stiles turned tomato-red in a second.

Do you- He started in embarrassment, paused, then tried again. Do you want to, I mean, are you ready for...?

Derek nodded eagerly.

"But, only if you're ready," He hurried to add, pale pink tinting his ears. "I know you're still a... um,"

Stiles nodded, swallowing hard. Derek sucked in a deep breath.

"Okay," He let it out with a soft 'whoosh', smiling weakly at his boyfriend. "Do you want to go upstairs?" Stiles nodded again.

They made it quickly up the stairs and into Stiles' bedroom, closing the door behind them with a quiet click. Stiles moved towards and climbed on the bed, awkwardly sitting in the center with his legs crossed as he watched, honey eyes wide, as Derek approached gingerly and lowered himself to the edge of the bed.

No one tried to move.

So awkward.

It was Stiles who finally made the first move, reaching his hand forwards and tagging at Derek's shirt as if asking for permission, before he slid his hand under it and hesitantly caressed Derek's stomach mascles. The young man shivered, his greenish eyes closing as a soft sigh left his lips, his shoulders tense.

Truth be told, it wasn't like they haven't done anything like that before. They were both two, healthy young men, and they liked to share their love quite often. They made out for the most of their time alone together, never being shy with kisses and touches in public. Contact wasn't strange to them.

But this - this was different from any other time they touched each other. This time was supposed to lead to some things Stiles only heard about, read about, or watched in movies. It was just... different.

He pushed Derek's shirt up a little, leaning in to kiss him gently as the other's hand sneaked to run along Stiles' spine under his own shirt, sending shivers through his body. They shifted closer as Derek kicked his shoes off, pulling himself onto the bed and crawling mid-kiss onto Stiles' lap, his arms on either side of Stiles' hips.

In a swift, matching motion, they pulled each other's shirts off and tossed them to the side, bare chests heaving as they both huffed a nervous laugh, smiling shyly at each other. It was Stiles' first time, and it was also Derek's first time ever with another guy, all his past experiences with women forgotten the moment he met Stiles.

Derek ran his hand across the teen's heaving chest, smiling at the blush that tinted his cheeks as Derek's fingers trailed their way down to tight skin of his waist, pausing at the hem of his jeans. He could see the pulse in the teen's neck beating faster, his chest shuddering every second breath. The hand resumed it's path, sliding over Stiles' pant leg and gently gripping at his calf, lifting it a bit off the bed and making Stiles slide into a half-lying, half-sitting position.

What are you doing? Stiles asked nervously with one hand as Derek pressed his cheek against his calf, pushing the jeans up enough to reveal the pale skin Derek currently started kissing. His fingers fumbled with the zipper of Stiles' black boot, pulling it off and dropping it onto the floor with a loud, 'thud'.

"Undressing you," Derek mumbled with a smirk, looking up at Stiles with half-lidded green eyes as he kept kissing his way up Stiles' leg until he couldn't roll his jeans up anymore.

"O, oh." Stiles whispered sheepishly, his heart racing, and Derek's head snapped up in a second to stare at him in wonder, a warm smile spreading over his face.

"Do it again." He asked, a hint of pleading in his green eyes. Stiles tilted his head a little in question.

Do what again?

"Speak." Derek smiled softly, a rare, open and vulnerable expression saved only for Stiles and Scott gracing his usually rough face. "Sigh, groan, scream - I don't care. I just want to hear your voice."

Stiles froze, his wide, surprised brown eyes staring at Derek silently, his lips parted as if he was about to say something. But he couldn't. Of course he couldn't. His brain wouldn't let it be that easy...

But he nodded nonetheless, and propped himself up on his elbows and pushed up into sitting again, drawing Derek closer as a concentrated expression scrunched his face, his mouth struggling with the movements he tried to force it into.

"De, Deh..." He tried, pausing and closing his eyes in frustration, his eyebrows drawing together as he gripped at Derek's shoulder. He took a deep breath, and tried again.

"Deh- er, eh-ek." He managed to say, opening his eyes to look at his boyfriend. He released a breath, closing his mouth and shaking his head. I'm sorry, it's just that your name is a bit difficult... too many C-O-N-S-O-N-A-N-T-S. He signed with an apologetic expression and looked down, spelling the last bit.

But Derek didn't answer. He just sat there silently, and when Stiles looked up he saw an expression of wonder and awe, and pure love radiating from every feature on his face. It was so open and vulnerable Stiles found it almost painful to watch. He was staring at Stiles, wide eyed and lips parted, his hands resting limply on his lap as he unconsciously leaned closer to Stiles, drawn to him.

"Your voice," He whispered, almost to himself. "It's..."

Stiles shrugged. What, pathetic? He tried to joke. Yeah, I know. I sound really stupid, like a broken record.

"No." Derek answered quietly, reaching to grab onto Stiles' shoulder. His voice got stronger as he continued. "No. You're not. It's... the most beautiful sound I've ever... you... you are-" He struggled for a few more seconds, before suddenly giving up and pulling Stiles closer with a quick motion, and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.

Oh, now you're just being all soft, Stiles mocked as soon as they parted, a smirk dancing on his lips even though the pale blush on his cheeks gave up his actual embarrassment and satisfaction at Derek's speech.

"Shut up," Derek mumbled with a faint smirk of his own, and pushed him back down firmly.

Oh wow. Very manly. Derek is man. Derek make fire.

"I. Said. Shut. Up." Derek gritted out, stressing each word with a kiss along Stiles' neck, feeling the laughter rumble inside him as he slowly started moving down to his chest.

His only response was a low moan.

There wasn't much talking after that - or in Stiles' case, signing - but the noises never stopped. They decided not to have it the traditional way, as they were lacking condoms or lube and Derek really didn't want to give the Sheriff any reason to go after him... plus, protection was a serious thing. But, they didn't let minor details like that stop them. There were other ways, safer ways, and Stiles was eager enough to make them work.

Despite being speech impaired, Stiles proved to be the vocal one of the two, much to Derek's delight. He got to hear all kind of sounds escaping out of him, and every time they did it made Derek's heart make a little excited dance in his chest. It was beautiful - the erotic, toxic sighs whenever Derek placed a well-aimed kiss on sensitive skin, the pleading whimpers and whines and shrieks of need when Derek finally, oh God, finally pulled their pants off, rubbing against him so agonizingly slowly and sending shivers through his whole body... and the panted groans, all the desperate moans that made Derek's mind go blank as Stiles dug his fingernails into his shoulder and wrapped one leg around him when they were at last completely naked, breathing heavily and rolling his hips in ways that made Derek see white.

He reached between them, wrapping a large hand around both of their dicks while Stiles let out a sharp cry, throwing his head back and arching off the bed. The delicious sound of his husky, hoarse voice almost made Derek come right then and there, but he groaned through gritted teeth and forced himself to hold on, stroking them faster together as he panted, waited to see all the beautiful reactions he could get from the teen beneath him.

It didn't take much longer for them to finish, with Stiles suddenly freezing in a middle of an arch, his face flushed and his brown eyes wide, his mouth open in a silent scream as he shook violently, secured in Derek's arms. Derek then felt Stiles' arms tightening around his torso, so warm and good and perfect he couldn't do anything but tremble against him as he came too. His hand faltered in the middle of a squeeze and stopped, pressing them hard together as Derek buried his face in Stiles' shoulder, and a choked moan escaped his throat.

They stayed like this for the longest moment, basking in the pleasure of their shared afterglow, panting and shaking and so overly happy.

When Stiles finally let go of his deathgrip around his boyfriend, Derek rolled off of him with a heavy, tired but pleased movement, landing on his back with a heaving chest.

"That... was... a-amazing." He said, still slightly panting. "You, were amazing."

He could feel Stiles nodding passionately beside him, and he let out a breathy chuckle, rolling to his side and propping himself on one arm, the other reaching over to pull Stiles closer.

"You are beautiful," He mumbled in his ear as he kissed his temple, smiling against his skin. "I love you."

It took Stiles a little longer than it should have, but he then rolled over as well and smiled at Derek, raising his right fist between them with his thumb and pinky

standing out.

Me too.

Oh.

OH.

He wouldn't say it back... Stiles never said it back.

And Derek just smiled weakly at him and moved over, kissing Stiles' neck gently with a soft, trembling sigh before resting his head on his chest and closing his eyes. He didn't want Stiles to see the disappointment.

But Stiles? Of course he knew.

You're just too good to be true,

Can't take my eyes off of you.

A/N: Song used: "Can't Take My Eyes Off You" / Frankie Valli.

Warnings: Very mild smut, but still.

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