Chapter summary; Stiles attends a pack meeting where he watches the wolves wrestle and spar. He gets a moment alone with derek and takes it as a chance to ask about the rose he encountered. Derek later shows up at Stiles' house where they get more alone time- in the bedroom.
"Stiles!" The sound of his name had woken him up immediately and he sat up in his bed blinking his eyes hard to wake himself.
"You're coming today, aren't you?" Stiles turned his head to his window, which was opened as Scott crawled inside, falling into his room.
Stiles looked at his alarm clock, it was far too early for a teenager to be awake, especially since it was still the weekend. Although, his body should be used to arising early on Sundays. "How the hell do you guys get to my window?" He asked slightly irritated from being woken up. He threw his comforter off of himself and stood, wiping an eye with the ball of his hand.
"You guys?" Scott echoed fixing his clothes that had gotten twisted from climbing through the window.
"Never mind." Stiles mumbled, not wanting to mention that he thinks Derek was at his house last night. He reached for a pair of jeans, not embarrassed that Scott was present as he stood in boxers.
"Hurry up, Stiles!" Scott whined to his friend as he sat at the edge of his bed.
"I'm coming, I'm coming, here go start the car." Stiles grabbed his car keys from his desk and tossed them to Scott who had crawled out the window again.
"I have this thing, you know, it's called a door! Used for people to enter and exit a room!" Stiles sarcastically called out the window as he turned to finish getting ready.
"Not fast enough!" Stiles and Scott had heard Derek yell as they walked into their secluded area of the woods. Derek was standing above Isaac with his claws pointed at his throat and his foot on his chest. "You're dead." He harshly stated as he helped his pack mate up. Isaac sighed to himself and walked away from Derek, growling under his breath, returning to Erica and Boyd who were sitting on the trunk of a fallen tree.
Derek turned to face Scott and Stiles, smirking as he walked up to the two.
"About time." He looked to Scott giving the 'you're late again' look.
"It's Stiles' fault again." he pointed a thumb over his shoulder to his friend, walking away to greet the pack, who he's learned to like over the past months.
"You're not going to punish me, are you?" Stiles sarcastically asked as he snorted with laughter, failing at his attempted 'sexy' remark.
Derek joined him in laughing and they both slowly made their way to the rest of the gang.
"You're up." Derek gestured to Scott, "You too Erica." He said taking a seat on the trunk of the tree with the others.
Derek made them spar and practice fighting every Sunday, in preparation for the Alpha Pack. Well, almost every Sunday, some days the pack convinced him to let them all hang out. These were their pack meetings. He was strict on them when he needed to be, but always made sure they all had time to socialize.
Stiles watched as Erica and Scott stood across from each other, waiting for Derek's signal to start. Stiles liked watching the wolves fight with each other, he loved all the action, but once it got too intense he always worried, especially for Scott.
Derek gave his signal. Both wolves growled and ejected their claws, rushing at each other with pointed teeth showing.
"So Derek," Stiles started, realizing how close they were to each other. Their thighs were practically touching. Stiles didn't want anyone in the pack to make a comment, so he casually without notice slid an inch away. Derek looked at him and Stiles grew worried, wondering if Derek had noticed the new distance between them.
"Yes?" Derek asked, waiting for Stiles to finish his sentence.
"Were you," he paused, not sure how to even bring up his question, "what did you do last night?" He decided maybe asking about his night would still reveal the answer of the flower.
Derek smiled, "I didn't do anything really, why?"
Stiles realized if it was Derek, he was going to make this difficult. He cleared his throat, "Were you, I don't know, near my house by any chance?" Stiles hated how awkward this becoming. He kicked the leaves on the ground with the points of his tennis shoes
"Stiles, is there something you need to ask me?" Derek grinned at how nervous the boy was, he must have realized his increase of heart rate along with the twitching foot and the twiddling of thumbs.
Stiles sighed, letting out all of his nervousness and asked Derek, "Did you leave me a rose last night?"
Derek turned to look back at his Betas. They were snarling to each other as they slowly moved in a circle. Erica leapt at Scott, trying to get her claws to touch Scott's neck so she'd be declared the winner, but Scott dodged and tackled her, throwing himself at her waist to knock her off her feet.
"Now that would be telling." Derek seductively grinned. Or at least Stiles had interpreted it as seductive. As he does to most things Derek does.
Stiles grinned back, taking that as a yes as he turned to watch the wolves, smiling contently.
Scott had Erica against a tree with his claws rested on her jaw line, he smiled as he slid his nails downward across her neck. She snarled at him, and had tried nipping at his face, being interrupted when Derek had called out to winner.
Scott smiled as he approached Stiles, "I won." He boasted as he looked back to Erica who was slightly pouting.
"I saw!" Stiles smiled back.
The pack sat together on the fallen tree and talked together. The chatter and laughs of the wolves faded to Stiles as Derek turned to him, bringing their thighs close together again.
Stiles felt the heavy weight of Derek's eyes on him. He looked up, allowing their eyes to meet. Derek's mouth was curved into a grin as his eyes searched Stiles' face.
"What?" Stiles asked after a minute of staring each other down.
"Nothing." Derek quickly said, looking away.
Stiles wiped his hands on his face then looked at his fingers, checking to see if the was something there.
Derek huffed a laugh, "There's nothing on your face, Stiles."
Stiles looked puzzled, "Then what is it?"
Derek's eyes almost looked sad as he whispered, "It's just," he huffed, frustrated, not knowing how to word what he was trying to say, "your lips."
Stiles sighed. He knew Derek was implying that he wanted to kiss him right then and there, he knew Derek was done worrying about who saw or who knew that the two liked each other. Stiles had a very strong liking for Derek, and would gladly throw himself onto the man, anything to feel his lips against his own. He just needed to find a way to tell Scott. If Scott knew and accepted this, then the two could openly be together.
After glancing at the pack, Stiles placed a hand on Derek's leg, "I'll find time to tell him. I promise. I just... I need to wait for the right time."
Derek's eyes grew a look of understanding as he rested his hand on top of Stiles'. They both exchanged a longing look when interrupted by a laugh from Erica. Worried that they've been caught they returned their hands to their own laps.
The pack sat together for about an hour together before they began to head home. Stiles told Scott he'd drive him as he said goodbye to Erica, Isaac and Boyd. Scott walked to wait at the Jeep, leaving Stiles and Derek alone for just a moment.
"Stiles." Derek whispered grabbing the boy by the arm. Stiles turned around to look at him, seeing the want in his eyes. He turned his head back to the Jeep, seeing wether or not Scott was looking and when he saw his friend's back, he turned to Derek again, bouncing up on the balls of his feet and pushing his lips onto Derek's as he inhaled through his nose. He dropped onto his feet again, turning to Scott and leaving Derek alone.
"Dad!" Stiles said as he opened the front door to his house.
Mr. Stilinski appeared in the doorway and grinned to his son.
"I'm sorry we didn't get to hang out last night. I lost track of ti-"
Mr. Stilinski stopped his son from giving an explanation, "It's okay Stiles."
Stiles shut the door, "What are you doing now, do you want to do something?"
His father shook his head, "Not right now, my head's killing me." He placed a palm on his head and shuffled into the kitchen, turning on the coffee pot.
Stiles sighed and walked back outside, returned to his Jeep to examine the underside if the hood. On his way home he had heard a noise in his car and he thought he'd take a look before taking it to the mechanic.
Stiles had no clue what he was looking for. He didn't know how to fix the car or where to look for damage. He mumbled to himself that he'd have to pay a ton of money to get it fixed.
He stared blankly at all of the confusing pieces and parts of the Jeep, when he jumped, bumping his head on the cars hood. "Need help there?" A voice behind his shoulder asked.
He looked up to see Derek smiling.
"Derek! What're you doing here? You know my dad's home, right?" He turned looking to his house making sure his dad wasn't in sight.
"That's okay." Derek shrugged, "Need help?"
he peered over Stiles' shoulder and looked into the hood of the car.
"Well," Stiles contemplated saying no, to show Derek he knew a thing or two about fixing cars, but then again, ruining the car even further wouldn't prove much, "yeah. It's making a strange noise when I drive, I was just taking a look at the uh-" he stopped. According to the look on Derek's face, Derek knew he was clueless, "okay, okay, I have no idea what I'm doing." He admitted.
Derek laughed, "Where's your keys?" Stiles took his keys from his pocket and lifted them to Derek, "Start the car." Derek demanded and they both smiled from the memory of the same demand around the time they first met, when Derek had been shot and needed help from Scott and Stiles.
Stiles started his car as asked and waited in the drivers seat for Derek to tell him otherwise. "Now slowly push the gas petal." He heard Derek call. He pressed his foot downward until Derek called to stop. "Now the break."
Derek shut the hood of the car after several minutes and wiped his hands on his jeans, walking up to the drivers door "Why don't you try riding her around the block."
Stiles did as asked and pulled out of his driveway, leaving Derek behind. He drove faster than he should have, not wanting to risk Derek being seen by his dad. His dad knew him and Scott have been hanging around Derek more than usual, but that didn't mean he was comfortable with the fact.
Stiles pulled back into his driveway and got out of his car. Derek looked at him waiting to hear how it drove, "Well, I didn't hear the noise!" Stiles happily stated, "and I must admit, you're a lot cheeper than the mechanic I normally go to. Plus you're hotter than he is." He laughed.
Derek grinned and stepped towards Stiles, looking down on him with soft eyes. As if they both read each others minds, they leaned into each other for a kiss on the lips. Derek moved his mouth to Stiles' ear, "Wanna head upstairs?"
The butterflies in Stiles' stomach took flight, hitting their wings rapidly against the inside of his body, telling him to say yes. He nodded, whispering back, "Take the window."
Stiles made sure his dad wasn't in ears-range before running to his bedroom. Derek had beat him there and was waiting on the boy's bed. They didn't waste any time. Stiles walked over to Derek, who stood as he approached.
Derek wrapped his arms around Stiles' hips and Stiles lifted his arms to hang around Derek's shoulders. They pecked each others lips together softly and quickly before allowing one another's tongue inside if their mouths. Derek pushed Stiles on the bed, not meaning to do it as roughly as he did. He needed to watch his strength and he knew it. His excitement had built up from not being with Stiles, the past months had been such a tease. He was eager to be with the boy.
Stiles allowed Derek to crawl on top of him as he lifted his tongue into his mouth. Stiles closed his eyes, taking in the feel of Derek. Tasting and exploring his mouth, breathing in his scent and listening to the noise of his breathing and their lips coming together and apart over and over again.
Derek brought his lips to Stiles' jaw line as he continued kissing. He buried his face into the boys neck, inhaling through his nose, he wanted to remember his scent, he wanted to be able to smell it from miles away. Stiles' skin was so soft and it's scent was like none Derek had ever smelled before.
Stiles lifted his hands to Derek's hair, accidentally pulling when a rush of excitement would pass through his body. His hands fumbled down the nape of the mans neck and along his back until his pinky finger brushed against his belt. Stiles used his fingers to find the edge of Derek's shirt, lifting it and sliding his hands inside, rubbing his back.
Derek grabbed Stiles' arms and pulled them out of his shirt. As he knelt above the boy, he lifted his shirt off of his body. Stretching his arms high, making the muscles flex. Grabbing Stiles' hands again, he pinned them above his head, lowering himself to lick the boy's neck. Derek grew excited and began to deeply growl with each exhale.
"Teeth." Stiles breathed out, informing Derek that he could feel the pressure of his canines against his neck. The sight of a shirtless Derek above him made him aroused. He grunted and rolled his eyes backwards, becoming hard as Derek rubbed his tongue over his body. Derek's breath was warm and with each exhaled huff the side of Stiles' neck and his ear grew warm, catching up to the temperature of his heated body.
Derek released Stiles' hands and moved his own inside of the boy's shirt. He applied pressure as he massaged his hands down Stiles' chest, around his rib cage and lingered on the hip bones.
Stiles lifted his hips, as if a magnet were pulling their pelvis's together. He wanted to be as close as possible to Derek, to feel his heated body against his own.
Derek lowered his hips to Stiles', parallel over the boy now, looking down into his eyes as if he were to attack prey. Their hardened members rubbed over each others, the only distance between them being their clothing.
Stiles moaned and tensed up his body. His hormones begging him to get out if his jeans and return to a hungry Derek. Stiles brought his hands to the button of Derek's pants, fumbling with the button.
A loud knock came from the door and they both froze. Stiles' heart raced as he helped Derek off of him, flinging himself off of the bed to get the door. His arm bumped his flower vase and it crashed into multiple shards.
"Dad!" Stiles said surprised as he breathed heavily, shutting his door behind him.
"What's going on in there?" His father asked looking suspiciously at his son, who stood protectively in front of his door.
"Oh, in there?" Stiles tossed his thumb behind his shoulder and shook his head, "Ah, it's nothing. Nothing at all."
Mr. Stilinski just stared back at his son. "Stiles. I heard something break, and you're sweating. It's not exactly looking like nothing." He used his firm father voice.
"I was uh-" Stiles scrambled his thoughts for an answer, "I was working out." He said in a tone that he hoped his dad would buy. "You know, just toning myself up for lacrosse. I thought maybe if I had the right looks I could get off the bench and onto the field. I just accidentally knocked something over." He stared into his fathers eyes begging him to believe him.
His father squinted his eyes, "And you're alone in there?"
"Yeah! yeah, of course!" He reinsured his dad and smiled.
Mr. Stilinski looked like he didn't fully believe his son, but smiled back and slowly walked away.
Stiles tumbled back into his room, shutting the door with two hands behind him. Derek was sitting on his bed, reaching his long arms down to pick up pieces of glass from the floor. Stiles made his way over to help him, setting the wet roses on top of his bed before sweeping glass up with his hand. "Well, that sure was a close one." Stiles smiled up to Derek.
"Toning yourself up?" Derek smiled adorably. "That's cute." His smile faded slowly and his tone grew serious, "When are you going to tell Scott?"
Stiles was caught off guard with the question. He dusted the glass shards off of his hand and on top of his night stand, "I already told you, when the right time comes."
"Well when exactly is the right time?" Derek questioned back.
Stiles' eyebrows narrowed, he was a bit hurt by Derek's tone. "I don't know, Derek. I told you I'll find time." He stood up, brushing off his pants.
"I'm sorry." Derek mumbled as he stood as well.
Stiles knew Derek had been waiting to openly be with him for a while now. Derek walked forward, kissing Stiles softly on the lips before turning towards the window. Stiles stepped forward grabbing the collar of the mans shirt, pulling him into his own chest as he stole a longer kiss. "Here, I'll tell him I need to talk to him as soon as he gets time." Stiles pulled out his cellphone and tapped the screen rapidly, "There, sent."