'This feels different.' Stiles thought to himself looking around the unfamiliar room.
''Where am I?'' Stiles pondered whilst scratching his head ''why do I feel like my head has been kicked?''
Stiles looked to his right and saw that he was in Derek's bed, in Derek's house, he was wearing what looked like Derek's boxers. How did this happen and why can't he remember anything.
''Derek.'' Stiles whispered. ''Derek. Why are you cuddling me? For fucks sake Derek wake up.''
''Hmm.'' Derek slowly woke from his slumber. "Oh, hey Stiles. Morning."
"Why am I in your bed, with you?" Stiles questioned Derek.
"You got a little bit white boy wasted." Derek informed, chuckling at the memory of Stiles drunk the previous night.
"Wait, so did you change me?" Stiles said, he couldn't quite recount what had happened, after all he didn't feel any different, and he didn't look any different.
"Well, I should hope so, I did attack you quite a lot"
Derek was looking at Stiles who had broken free of his grip and as sitting up in the bed inspecting himself for bite and claw marks.
"And you were quite drunk when I did eventually get you. I am such a bad influence on you. Not that you should care'' Derek winked at Stiles who was still searching his body but having no luck seeing if they were there.
''But my body doesn't have any sort of marks on it, that's good right?'' Stiles asked Derek.
Stiles relaxed into Derek again. He felt more comfortable in Derek's arms than when he was alone.
"You're a gift" Derek started.
"I'm sure that one goes it's a gift, when you said it to Scott that one time." Stiles said whilst chuckling.
"Are you sure, because you are quite the gift" Derek let go of Stiles and punched him playfully.
"What time is it anyway?" Stiles asked.
"About 9, why?" Derek replied.
"I should be leaving." Stiles added.
"No, stay. I mean not before you have coffee, just so you sober up a bit more" Derek interjected.
"I'm fine. But coffee does sound good." Stiles started to smile.
Derek got up from the bed and went to get dressed. He went into the wardrobe and picked out a grey crew neck tight t-shirt and black skinny jeans. He looked over and smiled at Stiles who was checking him out. He then walked over to the draws and pulled out a pair of small briefs. Dropping the boxers he was wearing to the floor, he was naked and Stiles couldn't keep his eye off of him.
"Have you not seen something this big before" Derek teased throwing his arms out to the side. "You seem surprised. Have you not seen a dick before?"
"It is pretty big. How in hell does it fit into them?" Stile pointed to the underwear that was in Derek's hand.
"That surprises me every day Stiles, you'd be surprised how much can fit into these." Derek added looking down at his briefs dropping the clothes and stretching them out.
Derek proceeded to put one leg into the briefs and then the other, pulling them up over his ass and cock, rearranging himself all while Stiles sat there with his eye fixated on it, not blinking, not saying anything just looking.
"I'm shocked, to say the least" Stiles said, his jaw hitting the floor.
"Shocked at the fact I wear small underwear, or the fact it's so big?"
Stiles contemplated his answer for a second before giving Derek a dirty look and giggling. How had he not noticed this before, when he would hang out with Derek and Scott? Surly Stiles would have picked up on it.
Derek continued to get ready slipping his tight jeans on next, jumping a little to try and get them up, he closed the zipper and buttoned them up. He then bent over and picked up the t shirt that he had dropped on the floor moments ago and put that on. Pulling it over his abs, it gripped him like a second skin.
Stiles got up and started to get into his tight jeans, flannel and T-shirt. He slipped them on pretty easily. The thought of Derek's dick still in his mind he smiled a little. A lot actually. He continued to get dressed. After this he stated to walk, only to trip over his feet in a daydream. He cut skin of his arm on the draws that were at the bottom of the bed. Wiping the blood away with his hand, there wasn't much as it was only a little scratch. When he wiped the blood away again he noticed that the scratch had fully healed. The healing process seemed to have started pretty quickly, was this even normal?
'Nice' Stiles thought to himself. His smile had become even bigger.
As Stiles got to his feet again he noticed Derek hovering over him.
"You okay?" Derek seemed concerned.
"Yeah, it's gone." Stiles said still smiling.
"What's gone?" Derek Questioned.
"The scratch from falling over."
"Of course it's gone, you heal remember" Derek reminded Stiles.
"Oh, yeah. I'm still new to this, it's only been 12 hours since you attacked me. I didn't think I would heal this quickly." Stiles clarified.
"Come on, let's go get that coffee." Derek took hold of Stiles' hand firmly and led him down the cold, hard stairs.
The Kitchen Island was a mess from the night before but Derek and Stiles started by tiding up the mess, putting things in the dishwasher and making it look more presentable. They put bottles of god knows what in the cupboard and cleaned the counter tops, making them look like Derek had just moved in.
"How do you like your coffee?" Derek asked.
"I really don't care as long as it tastes like coffee, and helps get rid of this major hangover" Stiles half joked, still trying to recover from the night before and seeing Derek's cock.
Derek started to heat the water up in the microwave. Pushing the buttons so carefully to make the water hot enough to make the coffee. He put 6 spoonful of coffee grounds into the French press and waited for the water to heat, staring at Stiles wondering why he looked like a constipated toad, he still thought he was cute though.
After 60 or so seconds the water was piping hot and he poured it into the pot, replacing the lid and pushing down slowly on the handle, releasing the full flavours of the coffee.
Stiles looked in the cupboard for mugs to put the coffee in. looking in some of the higher cupboards was a struggle but he found some large white mugs in one of these cupboards. When he reached for them his top rode up to reveal his flat, toned, stomach. He placed the mugs on the counter and went to sit on one of the stools on the other side of the counter.
"Stiles. I feel so much better now that I know you're safe." Derek blurted out to fill the silence.
"So do, I" Stiles replied quicker than ever, stammering just a little.
They continued this silence for the next 15 minutes while they drank their coffees. Sipping and catching each other looking at one another. They didn't really know how to fill the silence, they had been friends for 3 years now, and this was the weirdest silence they had been in. Even more than when Derek would just stand there and look hot in the background and look just plain angry. They both tried to fill the silence on multiple occasions but everything ended in being back at the radio silence. What had happened?
Stiles seemed to turn a funny colour and made him look an off shade of green. He became even more silent. Derek looked over at him and became instantly concerned with how stiles looked. He knew what was happening and that the process was starting.
"Derek, I don't feel good" Stiles said looking more green than usual.
"You don't look that good either." Derek joked.
"Are you suggesting that I look ugly?" Stiles Shot at Derek for no reason at all.
"Geez calm down Stiles, you look fine" Derek Replied.
"Just, fine?" Stiles spat. "I feel like I'm going to puke my guts up and you say I look, fine. I thought you liked me but now you say I look fine."
"What has gotten into you, just 25 minutes ago you were staring at my dick smiling like a little puppy dog, now you're being more like Stiles." Derek added
Derek stopped leaning on the counter and started to look in the cupboards for something. He went through nearly every cupboard before finding what he was looking for, it was some sort of pill. He passed it to Stiles.
"Here have this, it'll make you feel less like a little bitch, and more like a real person." Derek snapped.
"What is it? Some sort of sedative so you don't have to put up with me? Are you trying to roofie me?" Stiles retaliated
"No. stupid. It's an anti-sickness pill to stop this," Derek gestured to Stiles with his hands. "It'll help, trust me."
Stiles put the white pill in his mouth and swallowed it with a swig of coffee. It started to work instantly, he could feel it coursing through his veins, this stuff was magical.
"Sorry, I don't know what came over me. It sort of just happened, like a lot of pent-up anger and fear all bubbled over and created that." Stiles let out one single tear and stood up from his stool.
With open arms Derek walked around the island. When he reached stiles he opened them wider and grabbed him into a tight embrace.
"Don't be silly, I know you don't mean it." Derek started. "Of course you look good. You do all the time and you look even better now that you're becoming one of us, in the pack."
"I hope you mean that, because I need it." Stiles relaxed into the hug. "and you're kind of squishing me, and I need to breath. I maybe turning into a wolf but they still need to breath y'know oxygen"
Derek loosened up his grip a little he didn't want to but Stiles was important to him and he didn't want to hurt him.
They let go of the embrace and went to sit on the couch. When they arrive the silence of before ensues, neither one of them knowing how to fill the silence.
Derek edged closer to Stiles on the couch. He kept moving in closer and closer until he was right next to him. Derek started to lean in.
He stopped.
He shouldn't, he was doubting himself, why would Stiles want him. He was what, 3 years older than him. Did he even like him? Why was he doing this? Fuck it he should just do it, stop over thinking it.
Derek went for it, he just leant in and kissed Stiles. He didn't pull away. This felt right, just him and Stiles together, kissing. He had never felt this right with anybody before let alone Stiles. Stiles had always just been there and he couldn't talk to him. Maybe that's why he was always just in the corner of the room looking angry, shirtless. Why had he never realised how good he was for him?
They finally broke away and they both smiled at one another like little lost puppies. They sort of just sat there looking at each other not knowing what to say or how to get around this.
"So." Stiles said.
"So, that was different." Derek tried to pass the kiss off as a sort of mistake.
"Different is good, you're good." Stiles tousled with his hair, trying to keep his cool.
"So, what does this make us?" Derek asked Stiles
"I don't know, really well, good friends." Stiles smiled at Derek still in shock at what had happened moments before.
"We don't have to do anything, or be anything you don't want." Derek stuttered.
"I need to think, okay. I really like you but I don't know how this would work right now" Stiles started to say but didn't really mean it because he really liked Derek and want to be with him.
"We don't have to be together right now, but you're special to me Stiles and I wouldn't be able to see you with someone else, it's just how much I like you." Derek announced to Stiles.
"Look, I should be getting back home, I have work to do and the whole senior year thing, with the work and graduating and the college things" Stiles stammered, not knowing where he was going with what he was saying, or why he was babbling, it was Derek he was talking to after all.
"Yeah, yeah. You should go. It's an important time. Text me." Derek brushed Stiles off not wanting to make it a big deal. He really liked him and didn't want to push anything on him, or worse hurt him.
Stiles got up to leave getting one last look at Derek before he ran off home to contemplate what had just happened. He called the elevated and lifted the door up. He stepped into the elevator and he couldn't stop smiling. The elevator went down slowly and the light from Derek's apartment slowly dimmed and faded. How could this happen, what did it make Derek. His boyfriend? How would this work.
Derek sat on the couch he couldn't stop smiling either. What had just happened? How had he been so stupid? Why in hell did he kiss Stiles, and how did Stiles just pass it off.
Stupid.
Derek got up and went upstairs to get his phone. He wondered what he should do. Should he text him.
He should text. He should. He picked up his phone, he keyed in the pin and opened the messaging app.
'Stiles, I don't know what came over me. I do really like you' he started to type, but decided to delete it. 'Stiles, I really like you. Like seriously' he pressed send and in an instant sort of regretted it. Why was he so stupid, Stiles didn't like him? Did he?