Oh, all my good Sterek fics are ending. I hope I get a new idea to dazzle all of you with soon. There will be an alternative chapter, but then it'll be done. Thanks for reading. :3
Stiles awoke when it was still slightly dark, and he guessed it was the early morning. A soft breeze was felt on his bare shoulders, but he didn't mind it. It was a refreshing way to wake up. He turned around, onto his back, the warm body pressed against his own moving slightly to adjust to him. He cuddled into Derek's arms that were still slung around him, pulling the blanket closer to them. He placed kisses onto the wolf's neck, feeling the light scratch of stubble as he made his way up along his jawline. He remembered how the other's skin felt against his own yesterday, having it everywhere, lips, too; against his own, against his jaw, neck, chest, stomach, and lower down. There was almost no place where Derek didn't explore him. It was all perfect, even when Derek's shift started to take him, and the moment he came back from it and they both-
The wolf opened his eyes, soft and sleepy, happy to see him, "You stayed."
"Of course I did. Why wouldn't I?" Stiles asked softly, pushing the other's hair from his forehead, smiling at how both their voices were a bit scratchy.
"I just... I thought I hurt you last night, I was rough." He explained, hand gliding across the kid's abdomen, over a bruise he knew had bloomed from where he'd held him so hard.
"I feel fantastic." The younger teen said, leaning up and pressing his lips to the other's.
"No pain?" The wolf asked after they pulled away, listening to his lover's heartbeat just in case.
"No, not really. Maybe a little sore, but that's supposed to happen your first time, right?" He asked, setting his hand over Derek's, getting him to stop rubbing the bruise on his lower side, lacing their fingers together.
"Yeah, but I could have been easier for you, gone slower for you." The older teen told him, reviewing everything he did last night, finding all his faults, thinking of all the things he could have done better.
"No, it was perfect." Stiles gave him a peck to the lips, smiling reassuringly. He thought it really was perfect, every second of it. He could find nothing wrong with everything he and Derek had done.
The wolf smiled, a sense of happiness washing over him, radiating from the quirky teen laying next to him. Stiles chuckled and pulled him in for a kiss, the older teen's tongue poking at his lips before he eagerly let it inside, the wet muscles moving against each other. A moan left the smaller's lips, making the wolf smile and pull away.
"You do know that I'll still make you go to school today, no matter how many times you do that." Derek said, rubbing his thumb against the boy's hand.
"I know. But I'll have to go home and shower, get dressed and deal with my dad asking why I spent the night over Lydia's." He rambled, not wanting to have a talk like that with his father again for a while.
"He thinks you're with Lydia? The cute little redhead that already knows you like guys even thought she's waiting for you to tell her?" The older teen asked, smiling at how Stiles had friends that would be so good to him, he approved of the girl.
"Strawberry blond, and... What?" Stiles asked, eyebrows stitching together.
"I hear things," He shrugged, "You can shower here, and wear my clothes to school."
"...Wearing your clothes didn't go too well the first time, Derek." He said, frowning.
"It'll be different this time. I'll even pick you up early so we can be together, okay?" The wolf reasoned, hand coming up to brush his thumb against the boy's cheek, wanting him to smile again.
He nodded, blush dusting the apples of his cheeks, small smile pulling at his lips, "Okay."
Stiles took deep breaths as he walked through the hallway, seeing through the long wall of windows that Derek's Camaro was getting farther away before it was gone. He'd already fought a panic attack in the wolf's car, but a few kisses and promises that it would be okay later, he'd exited the car in Derek's pullover sweatshirt and dark jeans, belt securely around his waist just in case. A hand on his shoulder made him jump, and flinch away.
"Woah, you okay?" Danny's voice made him feel better, it meant he was safe for now. He wouldn't let Jackson hurt him.
"U-Uh yeah. I'm really good." He said, and he actually was when he thought about himself and Derek. He was more than good, he was amazing.
"Awesome," The older lacrosse player walked with him, "Hey, are those clothes...?"
"His? Yeah." Stiles nodded, smiling that he noticed, feeling good with the smell of Derek around him.
"And... Holy shit." Danny moved the collar of the sweatshirt back, revealing the other teen's hickey marred neck.
The younger teen blushed and pulled the taller's hand away, "That's what I said."
"He gave you those?"
"Yeah."
"...Did you two... you know?"
Stiles chuckled softly, blushingly, he nodded his head, "L-Last Night."
"And you're school today? You're tough." Danny congratulated him, after his own first time, he didn't go to school the next day.
The kid shrugged, "He was gentle."
Danny chuckled, "I'm glad you're happy with him. Are you gonna tell me his name?"
"Nope." Stiles smiled, walking to his math class.
Stiles wiped the sweat from his forehead, taking one of his gloves off to grab his water bottle. Jackson bumped into him, making him cough and spill his drink, raising an eyebrow before running back onto the field to his friends. He sighed, Scott coming up to him.
"You okay?" He asked, then noticed the bruises on his neck, "What happened to you?"
"I'm fine... I should probably tell you that-"
"Practice is over, let's go!" Coach yelled. Stiles sighed and followed the other players back to the school. He saw Jackson tell his friends to go inside, that he needed to deal with something, and the quirky teen stopped about ten feet from the door, Scott stopping with him.
"McCall, you can go ahead. I gotta talk with Stilinski." Jackson told them, and Scott raised an eyebrow.
"You can talk with me here, it's cool." The young wolf said, shrugging.
"No, I need to talk to him. By himself." The pretty teen held back a glare, not wanting to alert the tan skinned teen that he'd been harassing and assaulting Stiles. Scott looked to his best friend, and a nod was shared.
"It's fine, Scott. Go ahead," He turned his head to the side, seeing Coach checking his clipboard. That could work to keep him safe, "I think Coach wants to talk with you anyway."
Scott nodded and walked down the hall to Coach, and Jackson looked over at Stiles, an angry expression on his face. He took him by the front of his shoulder pads, and dragged him down the empty hallway, around the corner so they wouldn't be seen. A bad feeling settled in Stiles' stomach, and the sick feeling that he'd gotten from Jackson before. He was slammed against the lockers, the other teen pressing up against him again.
"Do you remember what I said?" Jackson asked in a low voice, setting the hand that wasn't holding the slightly taller teen, against the lockers by his head, wanting an answer.
"To which thing was that, Jackson?" Stiles asked sarcastically, name tasting bitter on his lips, feeling the pretty teen press him harder against the lockers, one lock digging into his lower back, another right against his spine.
"I told you to stay away from Lydia. She said she was with you all night, that's why I couldn't come over. Don't think I didn't see the bite marks and happy fucking attitude today. What the fuck did you do with her?" He explained, demanding an answer. He was going to beat the little faggot to a pulp if he tried to deny himself with Lydia as a distraction.
Stiles shrugged. He'd talked with Lydia at lunch, and she'd been having a night to herself; doing homework, making herself pretty (which she'd sent pictures to ask which he liked best), and texting Allison. He remembered Derek's comment from that morning, and he'd confessed that he liked guys as well as girls; she took it wonderfully, making a comment about why he didn't tell her before, and said she loved him just the same and was happy he told her when he was comfortable.
Jackson was an inch away from him, angry and looking like he was going to hit him, "What. Did you do. With her? Tell me right now, or I swear, I'll hurt you."
"How are you gonna hurt me? Kiss me again? Because, really, that was fucking painful." Stiles spat, pushing him away, feeling empowered without knowing exactly why. The other teen was taken aback, and went to deliver a blow to him, being stopped when his hand was raised. Jackson tried to pull away, looking up at the person who stopped him, Derek Hale's burning eyes glaring at him.
"You will never hit him again. Ever, or you won't have an arm anymore." He growled at the teen, hand around his wrist tightening painfully before letting go.
Jackson whimpered a little, but tried to stand his ground, "You have n-no right to tell me wha-what I can and can't do. You don't o-own him."
"No, but I marked him. And if you ever do anything to make him feel even uncomfortable again, you'll have to deal with me. Understand, pretty boy?" Derek told him, not waiting for an answer before looking at Stiles, his eyes dulling and sparking softly, "Go back to Scott and Danny, I'll be there in a minute."
The young teen nodded and shakily went back around the corner to a predatory-looking Scott and a confused Danny. He made his way over to them, hearing a small thump against the lockers, turning his head and whispering for Derek not to kill him.
"What's going on?" Danny asked, setting a hand on his shoulder, "You look really pale."
"I-I just... It's nothing." He said, leaning forward and tapping Scott on the face to refocus his eyes, which were starting to glow. His best friend looked at him, fists unclenching.
"Why didn't you tell me, Stiles?" He asked.
"I didn't want to bother you. I didn't want you to worry about me." The quirky teen told him, feeling more upset by the second. He didn't want to cry here.
"Tell him what?" The tall lacrosse player asked, looking back and forth between the two best friends.
"That Jackson sexually assaulted him, and threatened him." Scott almost growled.
"What?" Danny looked at Stiles, eyes upset and caring, "Stiles..."
"I'm fine." The quirky teen said, and they all heard the loud whimper that came from around the corner, along with a cry and soft sob. They turned to see, Jackson stumbling out, holding his upper arm tightly, tears streaming down his face.
"Jackson, why did you hurt him?" Danny felt bad seeing his friend in possible pain, but wondered why the other teen would do that to Stiles.
"I'm sorry, Stiles," Jackson said, his voice shaking, holding his dislocated shoulder, "I'm so sorry, I should come to terms with myself. I'm sorry."
Stiles' eyebrows knitted together before he realized Derek probably made him say that, and looked for the wolf who was coming around the corner, an almost satisfied look on his face, something he tried to keep hidden. Jackson whimpered when he saw him, and apologized again before hastily making his way into the locker room. Danny went to follow, but set a hand on the kid's shoulder.
"That's him, isn't it?"
Stiles smiled a bit up at him, and then the older teen nodded before he stepped into the locker room, Scott being the only one left, seemingly having calmed down, "What's been going on here? Like, between you two?"
The quirky teen was about to answer when he was pushed against the wall, lips on his which he knew to be the older wolf's, gingerly moving his own against them. It was simple enough, and a swell of positive emotion built inside him, making him feel amazing. They broke apart, Derek giving him a smirk before turning to Scott.
"Hope you don't mind, but you're going to have to share him from now on."
"Dad, time for dinner!" Stiles called, setting the plates full of pasta on the table, feeling giddy that it was their first official meal all together. His father appeared after a moment, taking off his glasses and setting them in his shirt's breast pocket, helping his son with the glasses his was trying to carry, along with a beer bottle. They three of them sat down, and silence overtook them, making the teen nervously tap his foot. A hand sat itself on his knee, and he looked up, Derek giving him a reassuring smile. His father hadn't pistol whipped him yet, and things were going well.
"So, Derek," Sheriff Stilinski started, swallowing the food in his mouth, looking at the older teen who looked back with an innocent expression, "Where have you been staying?"
"In my house." The wolf answered, nodding a little when the Sheriff looked at him with an unbelieving expression, "It's not as bad as you'd think, I like it there."
"But it's cold. And is it clean?" He asked another question, knowing Stiles visited that house. He wanted to make sure it was safe.
"I find ways to keep warm, and my room wasn't as... burnt as the others. It's livable, in my opinion. I've cleaned what I needed to." Derek assured, glancing at Stiles, reaching over and taking his hand under the table.
"You don't have to hide that from me, you know." The Sheriff commented before taking another bite of his food, satisfied with the answers he'd gotten, and the hands that came up to rest comfortably on the tabletop.
"Dad... D-Do you think Derek could stay here tonight?" Stiles tried, biting his lip.
"Nope, school night." He shot his son's idea down abruptly, smiling a bit to himself.
The teens shared a look, but continued to eat. There was small conversation, about school and if Derek went anymore, The Sheriff asking about the older teen's drinking habits after testing him with getting him a beer. To be funny, Derek took a swig, then handed it back, telling him he had good taste, causing a chuckle from the father. Stiles watched them talk, not really saying much unless he had to, commenting about the wolf when he thought it could be needed. They spoke about his car, and how he was not allowed to have Stiles in it at fast speeds, also no sleepovers unless approved. If there was one, the door would be open and the older teen would sleep on the floor at the end of the bed. They were allowed to be on the couch, but with hands visible, which Stiles knew he wouldn't follow if they watched movies together. And if there was a new death in the town, he would have Derek in his sights, and would need an alibi before he got through the front door. Derek agreed, although just to make the Sheriff happy.
After dinner, the Sheriff washed dishes, making his son dry them and the wolf put them away, then gave the two some time alone in the living room while he worked on a case in the dining room, listening closely but not hearing much. The two sat silently on the couch, television on but neither of them really watching. Stiles was cuddled into Derek, close enough to be almost sitting in his lap, which Derek would have preferred, but was settling with his hand up the back of the teen's shirt, tracing the lower half of his spine slowly. Stiles' eyes were closed, heartbeat a bit fast, hand haphazardly on the other's chest, moving down the dark fabric of his shirt and wrapping around his waist, nuzzling his face into his neck. The wolf smiled at the lips attaching themselves to his neck, but knew Stiles couldn't start this here, he was just pushing the limits of what his father would allow.
Sheriff Stilinski looked up and saw his son, then cleared his throat loudly, Stiles pulling away and blushing a deep red, Derek healing the mark the boy's teeth and lips made before his father could see it. He looked over at him, those red cheeks making him chuckle softly and trace the next bone in his spine as he leaned down and gave him a soft peck to the lips, which made the Sheriff clear his throat more violently the next time.
When it was time for Derek to leave, he ushered him out the door before Stiles had time to kiss him goodnight, then smiled at his son before making sure the older teen got into his car and drove away. He gave a "goodnight, son" before retiring up to his room for the night, satisfied about being strict. Stiles sighed and waited downstairs, pacing the room and flipping through television channels before there was a familiar scratching at the front door. He jumped up and opened it, a big black dog sitting on the step, dark outfit between his canines that the teen took and tucked under his arm. The dog walked in, following Stiles up the stairs, watching him tell the Sheriff that it was only Ben before opening the door to his room. After they were both inside, Stiles closed and locked the door, seeing the dog jump up onto the bed and get under the covers.
He smiled and set the clothes on his dresser, then slipped off his own shirt, watching the lump under the covers shift and get bigger, then Derek laid back on the bed, bare torso uncovered from the blanket, smiling at his boyfriend as he put his arms behind his head. Stiles smiled widely and crawled into bed, into the loving arms that had opened to him.
"You think this is approved?" He whispered to the older teen, his fingertips starting to trace the defined abdomen muscles, wetting his lips.
"Definitely not. But being arrested will be so worth it." Derek smirked and leaned over, attaching their lips.