A/N: So I really didn't plan on writing this so soon, but I was a bit disappointed with the results of the last chapter, many people didn't seem to like it. I know everyone has a different cup of tea and not everyone is going to like it but the amount of flames I got in e-mails was a little overwhelming. For those of you who did review and like the story thank you soo much, it really means a lot to me. So I'm dedicating this to everyone who has reviewed and stuck with me throughout this story even through all the rough patches that probably made you want to quit reading….I love you guys

I Don't Care…I Just Want You

Everything seemed to slow down for a minute, his brain didn't really grasp that the werewolf behind him had spoken. Once the words began to register in his mind though his heart started beating faster than it ever had. There was no way the man that stood behind him really said that, after all he was extremely hot, while Stiles could barely pass as mildly attractive. Yet as he felt the small puffs of breath against his ear he knew that what he heard was true, the only thing he actually had to think about was if he was going to act on them or not.

Derek stood behind him, just resting his head on his shoulder, he arms wrapped around his waist he wasn't pushing for anything, he left it up to Stiles to choose…but was Stiles really ready to take it to that level. Not that long ago they hated each other, could he really take the next step after only a few kisses that he could count on one hand and even at that he had extra fingers left over.

Looking down at the hands resting against his abdomen though he couldn't help the feeling of want that crept into the pit of his stomach. Even though they hadn't even declared themselves as anything let alone in a relationship he wanted to try things out. He felt incomplete without the werewolf in his life, and maybe it was time to see if he gave himself to the other if the emptiness would disappear. Stiles knew this probably wasn't a forever kind of thing but it still didn't stop the want.

The need soon followed as one of the hands moved lowed, moving to his hip bone rubbing soothing circles on it with his thumb above the fabric. Leaning his head back Stiles felt Derek turn his head before nuzzling into the side of his neck again. Mixed with the circles being drawn on his hip he was sure that he would agree to just about anything in that moment if the dark haired man requested it. Swallowing harshly as the hand that rested on his hip moved upwards again, this time underneath the fabric of his shirt, he tilted his head back letting it rest on the broad shoulder behind him.

The hand stopped just above the waistband of his jeans, the fingers resting right below his belly button, sitting there as if waiting for Stiles to make a move. Moving his own hand he reached beneath his shirt pulling Derek's hand away before he moved away himself. After moving a few steps in front of the other boy, he looked over his shoulder. Derek stood there looking as if his puppy had just been kicked, gulping Stiles tried to push his nerves down before looking at the ground.

"Derek…do you maybe…I mean we should…want to get out inside?" He knew half his sentence didn't make sense but he really hoped Derek understood it because he really didn't want to repeat it. He could feel his face flushing red, wondering if he could have sounded any more stupid than he had with that simple statement that he couldn't even seem to get out. It really wasn't his fault that he was so nervous, inviting an intimidating scary hot werewolf into one's home would make anyone just a smidge nervous…especially when it was implied said scary hot werewolf might want something more than just a hot cup of coffee.

He began moving without waiting for an answer, his nerves working overtime as he heard the low scruff parks on the pavement being made by worn out shoes. Reaching the door he was happy to find that his dad had left it unlocked seeing as how he wasn't sure he could get his key into the lock with how bad his hands were shaking. After making his way inside the warm house, he stopped to slip off his shoes before moving forward to the kitchen. Figuring if he was going to make it through the night he was going to need something a little stronger than caffeine he reached for a beer as soon as he open the refrigerator. He was surprised though as it was snatched out of his hand not two seconds later.

"You're only 16. You shouldn't be drinking."

Hearing the voice that sounded so smug in his ear made his want the drink even more. It wasn't like that would be his first drink ever, and besides it not like his dad would even realize that it was gone unless he found the bottle, which Stiles always made sure he never did. Watching as Derek went to open the bottle he figured he'd warn him now.

"You know you shouldn't drink that either then. If you do you'll fail." Seeing the confused look on the werewolf's face Stiles let a smirk cross his face, it wasn't everyday one could see an actual expression of confusion on the normally blank face. "The saying you could drink thing…it's a test. My dad wants to know if he can trust you enough to stay in the same house as me, and if you drink well bad things can happen while drunk. So if you drink it's like not respecting him, because even though he gave you permission he was really saying I'm saying you can but I'm trusting you not to. So don't disappoint daddy dearest Derek." Grabbing the beer back from the werewolf as he was processing what just came from Stiles' mouth, he opened it quickly and had half of it gone by the time the dark haired man realized it.

It was ripped from his hand once again splashing some on his chin, as he watched Derek drink the rest quickly eh could feel the excess that had come from the bottle slipping down his chin to his neck. Instead of being annoyed that his drink was taken from him like he should have been he was instead captivated as he watched Derek's throat, each time he swallowed Stiles was mesmerized.

Hearing the clank of the bottle as it was placed on the bottle he was pulled from his trance. It happened so quickly though he didn't understand what was going on until he felt the hot tongue running from his collarbone to right under his chin. Stiles let out a gasp as Derek held his hips tighter, trying to lick up all the alcohol that was on the younger boy's body. It was like he didn't want to waste a single drop, and the more he licked, the less Stiles found himself caring.

"You know…I'm all up for body shots… but ne…nex…next time you should give a guys a little warning." His breath was coming out in small puffs, his lungs seeming to not be able to get enough air as the werewolf started leaving small bites up and down the pale column of his throat as he went. Breathing was seriously becoming an issue as the assault on his neck was continued, no matter how much air he took into his lungs it was never enough.

Finally he had to push the other away, it was too much, he had never been this close with someone before, had never felt such pleasure and he wasn't exactly sure what to do. He was the inexperienced one in this…whatever it was called, and he really didn't like it. What if he did something wrong? What if Derek thought he lacked too much experience to even be good at anything? What if he scared Derek off? The last thought scared him the most.

He had already been ignored for weeks, what if the fact he didn't even know what to do with a girl let alone a guy was the final straw? He didn't think he could handle not having the werewolf around him. Sure they had been fighting for quite some time, and they still didn't always agree on everything, but when he was around things seemed almost all right. The fear that normally stayed with him throughout the day was gone. Nothing would hurt him or Scott when Derek was around and if he lost that just because he didn't end this now, Stiles didn't know what he would do. Watching Derek move closer once more Stiles began backing up.

"Derek…we need to stop." Watching as the other suddenly stopped he felt a wave of sadness move through his entire body as the other looked lost. He looked lost and confused, and Stiles wanted nothing more than to walk over and kiss both emotions away but now was not the time. He had to end this before even had a chance to fully begin. He wouldn't lose the other just because he was a loser who didn't even really know how to kiss someone.

"Okay, obviously I'm missing something. I know you want this I can smell it, fuck I could feel it not two seconds ago. So please Stiles tell me what the hell I'm missing, is it because you don't want to taint yourself by having a werewolf fuck you? Do I disgust you that much? Is Scott the only one you can accept, is that it? Just fucking tell me!" Hearing the other man yell at him was not a new occurrence anymore, but it still terrified him. Not because he could poof into a werewolf in two seconds flat but because of the fact that it hurt.

After his mom died not many things really affected him. Beacon Hills was a small place; until the recent attacks began he never really had to worry too much about his dad. Now though, with Derek standing a few feet in front of him his breathing heaving, his nostrils flaring Stiles knew why it hurt so much. He cared for the other man, he knew it wasn't love but he knew if he lost him it would be something he would not be able to recover from. The thought that Derek believed Stiles was disgusted with him blew his mind. He thought many things of the werewolf but disgust was never one of them.

"I'm…I don't know what I'm doing…" The blush that covered his face made his cheeks burn at the intensity. He refused to look at Derek as his eyes wondered anywhere but his face.

"Wait, what?" His words once again were colored with confusion but this time Stiles didn't feel the need to explain himself, because he thought for sure by the end he would die of embarrassment. "What don't you know?"

"You were my first kiss, back at the clinic! I don't know what I'm doing, I suck at kissing, I've never had sex! …You can't want me." By the end of his melt down he was down to a whisper, he knew Derek heard him though; it was one of the few perks of having animal ears. This time though, it didn't make him feel any better as he hung his head in shame.

Hearing the thud he opened his eyes a little only to snap them open fully in shock as he realized the thud he heard was Derek. Sitting back on his heels Derek was kneeling in front of him. Looking up at his with clear green eyes, he slowly moved his hands to the front of Stiles' pants. As he popped the button and pulled down the zipper his eyes remained locked with Stiles'. His breath caught in his throat as the older man placed him fingers in the waistband of both his jeans and boxers, moving forward he placed a soft kiss on the bone protruding from Stiles' hip, nuzzling it after before sitting back.

Locking eyes once more Stiles watched through hooded eyes, as Derek began to slide both his pants and boxers down. He breathing sped as Derek finally looked down, the blush on his cheeks returned full force as he stood before the guy he sort of had a crush on with his hard on fully on display. He swallowed harshly as rough hands moved toward his grasping his arousal in one while holding his hip in the other. Stiles moved his arms behind him as he tried to find something to find purchase on, almost losing his balance as he watched as Derek flick his tongue against the head of his dick.

As his knees began to buckle he was happy when his hands finally grabbed the edge of the counter top. It was ridiculous that one small touch could make his heart start pounding and his body ache even more with desire, but he knew that it wasn't such from the small touch, it was because of who was touching him. This monster…this man who he had been dreaming about for weeks was kneeling in front of him, and even after he had pushed him a way numerous times, he was still there. Gasping as the head of his penis was consumed in a warm heat, he looked down once more and had to refrain from coming on the spot as he saw Derek with his eyes closed and his lips wrapped tightly around his arousal.

Closing his eyes, the only thing he could think about was wanting more, more of Derek, more of this feeling, and when Derek took even more of his dick into the hollow caverns of his mouth, suddenly all thoughts were gone, and all he could focus on was Derek. The way he smelled, the way he felt, the way he was treating Stiles like he might break at any time. He could feel himself getting closer as Derek worked his tongue over him quicker, hollowing out his cheeks he let out a moan that went straight through Stiles' body, and making him approach his orgasm a lot quicker than he wanted.

He knew if he didn't stop him some he would cum, and though he told himself he was going to stop the feeling was just too amazing. With one final lick from the werewolf Stiles began to unravel, he couldn't stop Derek's name from falling from his lips, nor could he stop his hand from moving until it was placed in Derek's silky hair holding on as his orgasm shook his body. Finally as the last of his seed shot into Derek's mouth he leaned back into the counter trying to catch his breath.

"Stiles…" Looking down through hooded eyes he could barely focus enough to listen to Derek's words, hearing the serious tone though he knew it was important. "Stiles… I don't care how much experience you have, I don't care how many people you've been with or haven't been with. None of it matters, I don't care…I just want you with me." Hearing though words once again made his heart begin to race, but this time for a whole other reason. It wasn't a declaration of love, but it was pretty damn close.

Looking down into the stunning green eyes as the werewolf nuzzled his hip, he reached down to pull him up. Once he was off the floor, Stiles leaned up and kissed him not caring that he could taste himself, not caring that he was standing there with his pants and boxers around his knees…all that mattered was that currently there was a hot werewolf in front of him who cared about him…and he planned on taking full advantage of the situation.

A/N: I FINALLY GOT TO AN M RATING! How was it I felt so nervous, and I hope it was good enough…was it good enough? Now I'm all nervous, I almost considered just ending it here, I mean this would work as a good ending…I think. So should I write more or should I leave it here…or… I'm just not sure, there are lots more things I could do with this story but I'm unsure if I should actually continue or just end it permanently. So I think everyone should review and tell me! Because I would love all of you like A LOT! SO REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! =D Thank you soo much!

Oh and person who told me I was basically retarded and was doing the plural of Stiles wrong…thanks I'm going to try and go through all the chapters soon and fix them. I didn't even realize what I was doing. =D