A/N: Unforgivable. I know. I am so sorry for keeping you hanging like that, especially with most of the story already finished. My past two months were crazy enough, and what with the writer block that hit me... well. Yeah.

However. As an apology, I made you a track list (Details can be found here: tamyourue tumblr com / post/109110291050 ) for all the songs featuring in the story, and a soundcloud playlist for you to listen to. I hope you will enjoy this.

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 16

Everybody wants somebody.

Everybody wants somebody to love.

Someone to love.

Someone to kiss.

Someone to miss.

"Ooo... ou..."

Stiles was sitting on Erica's couch, leaning against two soft pillows and clenching his hands on the edge of her coffee table in a death grip. His knuckles were already pale white, his face screwed up in concentration as he let out a frustrated growl, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead.

Erica sat there silently with her hands twisting on her lap, watching his efforts with concern. Even with his wounds still healing, the moment Stiles got back home from the hospital he texted Erica and scadualed an urgent session with her. He refused to tell her what was so important, afraid she might say it could wait until he got better. But Stiles didn't have the time nor the patience. So he forced himself to get up and drive to her house, no matter how much his body needed to rest.

He seemed to suffer from a serious regression since the incident in Oregon, which made Erica want to rip those guys' throats with her teeth. They started small, practicing the words Erica knew he already could say without so much as a light stutter. But apparently, the words refused to get out, twisting his mouth in a way that reminded Erica of two years ago, when the kid first showed up at her front door with his father, anxious and scared. She could see tears of frustration shinning in his eyes as his grip on the table tightened, and she just couldn't watch this anymore.

"Stop." She suddenly heard herself say. Stiles looked up at her, his eyebrows still angled in a frown and his mouth still open and frozen on the last syllable he tried to get out. His hands were shaking.

What? He asked. Erica sighed.

"Stiles, sweetie," She started, leaning forward a little so she could watch his face better. "It's not working. You are clearly troubled, and the more you try to force the words out, the harder it gets."

Stiles made a frustrated sound in the back of his throat.

I have to. He signed sharply, his movements short and firm. His hands were trembling, and he tried to hide it by resting them stiffly on his knees.

"Why?" Erica threw her arms in the air. "Why is this so important right now? Why can't it wait until you get better?"

Because I need to say it. I NEED to. Stiles signed angrily. It took me so long, I can't wait anymore.

Erica let out a groan.

"Okay, fine." She said, crossing her arms. "Let's start over. Pick up the card-" She pointed her chin at the table. "-and let's do it."

Stiles did as he was told, then looked up at her again and gave her a small, grateful smile. He raised his palm to his chin, his sheepish smile widening.

Thank you.

That night, Stiles was half sitting, half lying in his bed with his back supported by many soft pillows his father insisted he'd have, reading a book from the list he promised himself to read during the summer - though that plan had pretty much blown in his face since he and Derek started dating and spending every waking moment with each other - his nightstand lamp casting a pale white light over his bedroom.

A soft rustling noise was heard from outside, and Stiles stopped reading, lowering his book and listening suspiciously. He had a very good idea as to what was making that noise, and so he got up with a groan he muffled with his fist in his mouth, ignoring the pain in his chest as he sneaked quietly towards his window.

Derek's face slowly appeared at his window as the man struggled to climb up the tree outside of Stiles' bedroom, hissing and cursing under his breath as branches kept smacking him with every movement, tearing tiny holes in his leather jacket. Stiles stifled a snort of laughter at the ridiculous situation, creeping out of the shadows he was hiding in and leaning over his window, opening it.

Derek looked up in an instant, startled to see Stiles standing there and watching him with amusement. But then a smirk spread across his face, and he adjusted his grip on the tree, trying to show a little more dignity.

"But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east and Juliet is the sun...!" Derek whispered with a mocking smirk, quiet, but loud enough for Stiles to hear. The teen let out a laugh, immediately covering his mouth to stop the choked noises he couldn't stop from bubbling up his throat. He shot a nervous glance over his shoulder to look at his door, half-worried his dad would hear him, half-uncaring, really. His shoulders shook as he gasped for breath, his cheek tinted pale pink as Derek looked quite satisfied with his reaction, resuming his climbing up the tree.

The man grasped the windowsill, prepared himself, then jumped and leaped over it, gracefully landing on his knee and palm. Stiles clapped three times before he realized how noisy he was being, then stopped himself, laughing as he grabbed Derek by his shirt and pulled him up to his feet to plant a long, sloppy kiss on his mouth.

"If that's what it takes for you to kiss me like that, I'm gonna start quoting Shakespeare all the time." Derek said breathlessly as the pulled apart. Stiles grinned up at him, pecking his lips once more.

Don't let it get to your head, He signed, smirking. It was a one-time thing.

"Oh, c'mon!" Derek whispered, walking backwards with his arms around Stiles' waist until the back of his knees hit Stiles' bed. "What do I have to do to have you all for myself?" He asked, a matching smirk flirting with his lips.

Stiles moved a little bit closer now, leaning his weight against Derek's body until the man's knees gave out and he fell backwards onto the bed, half lying as Stiles climbed and hovered over him. A mischievous grin danced on his face, his eyes shinning.

"No... ti, n." He whispered in Derek's ear, making the man shiver as his eyes widened in surprise of hearing Stiles' voice. He moved backwards a little, enough for Derek to be able to see his hands. I'm already yours. His hands said.

Derek swallowed hard.

With his heart racing like mad, Derek didn't waste any more time goofing around. He charged in and attacked Stiles' lips with open-mouthed, feverish kisses, groaning deep in his throat as Stiles returned his kisses, his hands roaming over every inch of Derek's body he could reach, sneaking under his shirt.

On his part, though, Derek held him gently, afraid of hurting his healing ribs and bruised, pale skin. He ran his hands over the teen's chest with feather-like touches, trailing a line of soft kisses from his lips to his jaw line to his neck, making sure to lick at every tiny mole on his way there. Stiles groaned, his voice vibrating in his throat.

Pants were gone in a matter of seconds, discarded on the floor along with their shoes and socks. The rolled onto the bed, each of them lying on their side facing each other, holding the other in their arms as they never stopped kissing. Their feet tangled, thighs thrusting between thighs as they both moved, rolling their hips slowly. Quiet moans and high-pitched gasps were muffled by feverish kisses and heated skin, their hot breaths mixing together into a toxic, sweet sensation.

It didn't take long before Stiles' hips started to stutter, his whole body shivering as he clung to Derek's arms, pressing himself flash against him despite the pain in his chest. They both shivered, rubbing frantically against each other as they both felt the warm, blinding white pleasure coiling in their stomachs. Stiles cried out, shaking and burying his face in Derek's chest as he came, staining his boxers. Seconds after, Derek gasped and bit his lower lip hard enough to make it bleed, his own orgasm triggered by the erotic sound of Stiles' voice.

They lay there in silence, basking in the afterglow with equal, stupid, satisfied grins plastered on their faces.

Derek rolled onto his back with a happy sigh, drawing Stiles closer to him until the teen was almost lying on top of him. He wrapped his arms around his shoulders and waist, pleased to see Stiles returned the gesture and tangled their bodies back together. Derek smiled, closing his eyes. They were sweaty and sticky and their boxers were soaked in drying cum, but they didn't care. It could wait until later.

"Little darling," He hummed lazily in Stiles ear, getting a small, awkward smile out of him as the teen snuggled even closer. "It's been a long, cold, lonely winter..."

Stiles laughed quietly, tapping lightly on Derek's thigh to shut him up, his hand travelling up to place a finger on his lips.

"I love you." Derek mumbled against the finger.

Stiles just smiled, and said nothing.

And I need you, you, you...

A/N: Song used: "Everybody Need Somebody" / Rolling Stones.

Warnings: Stress, mild smut.

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