Stiles's mouth dropped open as he gawked over the now naked Derek that stood before him. Derek's body is all defined, shirtless with thin beads of water rolling down his chest and abs.

The towel that had once hung loosely from his waist had just dropped to the floor and Stiles found himself stuck there unable to move, unable to take his eyes from Derek's naked body.

And then Stiles felt it, a deep throbbing, he moved his hands quickly to cover what now was a bulge sticking out from his pants. Stiles hoped that Derek hadn't noticed or that his gesture hadn't drawn attention to him, but it was too late. Derek had already noticed and Stiles forced himself to divert his eyes and when he looked back in Derek's direction, Derek had the towel around his waist once more.

Stiles cleared his throat as he went to his closet, looking for something Derek could put on. "I-I don't have too many things that will fit you but I may be able to find something in my dad's room." Stiles stammered as he rushed to his bedroom door, swung it open and started down the hall quickly.

Once out of Derek's eyesight, Stiles all but ran down the hall, getting to his dad's room and closed the door lightly behind him. Pressing his body against the door, Stiles closed his eyes as he leaned his head against it and mouth the words, "Oh my God!" before forcing himself to move once more, getting to his dad's closet and pulling out a few shirts he thought might fit Derek and some jeans then he walked slowly back to his own room. When Stiles walked back into his room, Derek was sitting on his bed, the towel still wrapped securely around his waist as he flipped through one of the many books that was sprawled on his bed.

Uh, I found a few things. You can try and see how they work and I'll, I'll ugh, wash these for you." Stiles said quickly as he picked up Derek's clothes from the floor and ran out the room again before Derek could protest and he rushed downstairs. Reaching the washing machine, Stiles took his time placing Derek's clothes inside, his hands still shaking and his mind replaying the imagine of Derek in the nude repeatedly. Part of Stiles wanted to hurry up and get Derek's clothes in the machine so he could get back upstairs and the other part, the more dominant part was terrified of the idea of going back up there, more because he wasn't sure what would happen if he did. But Stiles knew, he couldn't stay down here forever. Derek would just come looking for him if he took too long.

So, Stiles started the machines and then he headed back upstairs, Derek was still sitting on the bed, the clothes laying on the bed beside him. "Did the clothes not fit?" Stiles asked, his heart rate instantly increasing as he began to walk towards Derek.

Derek tensed up, his eyebrows furrowing as Stiles walked near him.

"Derek?" Stiles said questioningly as he squatted down in front of Derek. "If they don't fit then its not a big deal, you're clothes will be clean soon." Stiles said as he was about to stand up when he felt Derek's hand touch his cheek lightly.

"Stiles eyes looked up into Derek's eyes. Derek's hand still stroking Stiles's face as he closed his eyes just for a moment to enjoy the sensation. His heart rate quickened once more as Stiles opened his eyes and he say Derek staring at him. Derek's face began to move towards Stiles's and Stiles gulped as Derek's lips brushed lightly over his. Unable to control himself any longer, Stiles parted his lips as Derek's lips pressed against his.

"Derek's body is stiff for a moment before he relaxes into the kiss. His hands started to move, and so did Stiles. Without even thinking about it, Stiles was moving, pushing Derek's body flat against the bed.

Stiles moved his hands slowly across Derek's abs, a slight shudder ran through his body. Derek's body felt amazing under his hands and he couldn't seem to stop him from touching every ounce of him.

Derek pulled away for a brief moment, just long enough to take hold of Stiles shirt and pull it over his head and off his body. Stiles smiled self-consciously as Derek's eyes fluttered over his bare chest.

Stiles felt a pang flutter through him as he knew he wasn't all that much to look at but he couldn't think such things now and he forced himself back into the moment.

Derek's lips were on Stiles's once more, their lips moving in a rushed, hungry rhythm against one another's. Stiles felt his hands as they took hold of his throbbing cock and he gasped as he slowly unbutton his jeans and Stiles helped Derek take them off.

Derek takes control now that Stiles is almost as naked as he is. Pressing Stiles hard against the bed, Stiles groans as he feels the weight of Derek's body against him and his lips captured Derek's once more, a hungrier, less patient kiss begins now and Stiles moans as he can't contain himself anymore.

The slight bulge Stiles once had in his pants is now rock hard now as Derek's hands glided expertly over his boxers and down his legs. And Stiles had forgotten all about the towel that Derek once had wrapped around him, which now lay bundled up on the bed beside them.

Feeling more confident in his actions, Stiles placed his hands on Derek's lower abs as he began to move his hands up slowly over his abs and to the middle of Derek's chest. But as he does, Derek takes hold of Stiles's hand to stop him. Looking up into Derek's eyes, Stiles looks at Derek questioningly, but Derek only smiles. Leaning towards Stiles once more, Derek directs his lips across Stiles's jawline and down his neck, biting and sucking as Stiles closes his eyes and gives himself over to the pleasure and to Derek.