Derek slowly awakened from the nothingness of sleep, the smell of Stiles hitting his werewolf senses immediately. He also felt a hard problem down below, straining mercilessly against the confines of his jeans.

He remembered slipping into Stiles' open window. He must have fallen asleep. He should probably go home.

Why was he hard? Derek was confused. He couldn't get his bulge to go down either. Everytime he inhaled and got another hit of that spicy cinnamon scent his cock pulsed with new life.

That wasn't all. There was something off to Stiles' scent too. Derek could smell his beta's own arousal. Stiles was turned over facing the wall, snoring very gently compared to his usual.

Derek quietly stepped toward the open window, about to make his exit.

"When did you get here?"

Stiles' voice shocked him. Derek turned back toward the bed. His beta shifted on the mattress, facing him with a knowing smirk. Stiles had a major case of bedhead, but it was somehow cute.

"I wasn't sleep," Stiles went on with amusement. "At least not for about thirty minutes. I woke up and saw you sleeping, knowing you'd be up soon. Its almost dawn. I decided to lay here and give you a surprise. I'd say I got a few surprises of my own."

Derek gulped nervously. Stiles stepped toward him, suggestive grin still in place.

"Somebody's gotta stiffy," Stiles sing-songed.

"Oh gods Stiles," Derek groaned in annoyance. "We are so not having this conversation."

"Who were you dreaming about?" Stiles pressed, ignoring him.

"I don't remember okay?" Derek asked a little impatiently. "I should probably be getting home."

"You sure?" Stiles asked with a gentle glance. "I can make breakfast. Dad had to go in early this morning."

Derek seemed to consider. He was never one to pass up Stiles' cooking. None of them were. The boy was good.

"Alright breakfast," Derek agreed, expression slightly less grumpy. "I can help."

At least the talking seemed to have finally gotten his hard problem to go away. Derek couldn't imagine what had made him lose control like that. Was it Stiles' scent?

The two of them made their way into the Stilinski kitchen. Stiles put on a pot of coffee and took the bacon out of the fridge.

Derek thought about how nice this all was, watching Stiles do all this for him. What would it be like if he could have Stiles around like this everyday?

Stiles set the bacon to frying on a low flame and noticed Derek's glances, turning to give him a small smile. Derek felt his heart constrict with emotion at the boy's smile, his kind cinnamon eyes.

"What are you smiling about?" he asked in a half-grumpy voice.

"Well we never really hang out like this," Stiles said in a soft voice. "I'm thinking about how nice it is. Its a nice change."

Derek's heart fluttered even more at those words. Stiles thought it was nice that they were hanging out, spending time together. Derek actually found it strangely nice too, considering the kid usually annoyed the hell out of him.

He watched Stiles flip the bacon, remembering that he had offered to help. He went rummaging through the cabinets, locating what he was looking for, a large bowl.

He found the eggs in the ice box. Stiles watched him with a slightly amused look now, yet curious.

Derek began cracking eggs into the bowl, adding milk and shredded cheese with just a pinch of onion powder. He began to wisk it all together.

"I didn't know you cooked," Stiles remarked with a little smile.

"There's a lot you don't know about me," Derek replied, and it actually wasn't hostile.

Stiles removed the bacon from the frying pan, setting it aside on a napkin covered plate. Derek stepped into his place and poured his egg mixture into the pan.

Stiles watched him stir it with a spatula. Derek had a very focused look on his face, it was actually kinda cute. Stiles really did feel like this was strangely right. He and Derek fit nicely together when they tried.

Stiles went to get them plates and silverware, setting the table with thoughts of how he wouldn't mind doing this more often.

Derek used a oven mit to carry the pan over, tipping scrambled eggs onto their plates. They divided the bacon and sat across from one another. Stiles sat were he usually sat, with Derek taking his dad's chair.

They ate in relative silence, but it still felt nice. Derek would glance over at him every once in awhile. What was going through his Sourwolf's mind?

Stiles smirked a little at the thought of the pet name, but Derek didn't say anything. He liked just sitting in silence and watching Stiles eat.

If he didn't know any better he would say this was that feeling. Did he want it to be that feeling? Was it actually okay that he was feeling that emotion very strongly for Stiles?

In that moment it was. Everything was so perfect.

ooOoo

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