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"So, how's things at the library?" asked Stiles, taking a bite of his burger. Derek ordered his own set of meal, with his hunger not be sated quite fully to the brim.

"It was okay," said Derek honestly. Nothing dramatic happens when working in the library. The closest drama that Derek ever encountered and got involved in was pushing Stiles by the shelf during their first few days of meeting, a moment Derek cannot help but have his ears growing pink. He choked on his food, bringing Stiles' body to an alarmed mode. Stiles was about to handle Derek when he puts his hand up in the air, signalling him of his normal condition.

"You seriously, okay there?" asked Stiles worriedly. The public gave short glances at them, giving only half of the attention to the drama that ensued.

Derek takes a sip of his drink, wanting to alleviate the coughing fit. He clears his throat before replying, "Nothing, I'm okay. Just thought of something that's all,"

Stiles stared at him, not fully believing at the moment, before moving to Derek's side of the table. Derek didn't move, and was slightly thrown off when he saw Stiles waiting for him to move. He had presumed that he wanted to go to the bathroom. Stiles quirked his eyebrow, before moving Derek himself, joining him by his right. Derek could hear some huffs and groans coming from some ladies, who uttered some audible lines, with words going, "... Why are all the good-looking ones gay?"

"Tell me," said Stiles, his mouth nearing Derek's ear. Stiles' voice surprised him out of is eavesdropping, unable to believe that Stiles would be this upfront in public.

"Stiles," said Derek, a bit conscious of his surrounding. Stiles backed away, his hands now moved to his thigh, while the other for the curly fry. Derek blushed and was glad of Stiles' ability to restrain himself because Derek's hormones were spiking up with his touch. To stop it, Derek placed his hand hesitantly over Stiles', who interlocked it tightly, with their fingers making sparks.

"It was when we first met," blurted Derek impulsively.

Stiles' fry stopped on its way to his mouth, "What?"

"I was thinking about the first day we met. You know, the part where I nearly got you killed in the library for calling me that name?"

"You mean Sourwolf?" Derek grumbled at the nickname, eliciting chuckles from Stiles, "How could I forget?"

"It was the only drama that I've had in the library," To put it simply, Derek would have said that Stiles' appearance brought the most drama out of him. Not since the incident.

"Ahhh...," said Stiles, "So, basically you're a masochist," Derek groaned at the young man, which made Stiles snicker harder when he saw the frustration emitting from Derek's ears. Stiles' hand gripped Derek's calloused ones, signaling that it was all in good nature. "Thanks for injecting fear there,"

"I didn't mean to do that," admitted Derek. Stiles backed away, his eyes raking Derek suspiciously, like he was doing an inspection towards body images. Derek easily felt uncomfortable, and squinted his eyes when Stiles didn't utter a word out, "What?"

"You're all different. You sure you're my boyfriend?" he asked jokingly.

"We are, right?" said Derek. They never really made it official, and Derek wondered if Laura would chastise him for being an idiot to not make the advance of asking to officialise the relationship. He could feel his cheeks heating up, and he subconsciously gripped Stiles' hand as a form of awkward relief.

Stiles kisses his cheek affectionately, boring his eyes into Derek's hazel ones, "Of course we are, Sourwolf. Unless you don't want it?"

"No," interjected Derek almost immediately, "I mean, yes I want this," Stiles nodded at him, hands still interlocked at together.

"Okay, then. Now enough of getting sappy, let's just eat, alright?"

Derek couldn't agree more.

~RETURN~

Derek walked back home with Stiles. Stiles stayed with him in the library till late night. Derek opted to not use his car, citing the short exercise being a good thing to start his day. They passed by the numerous buildings, with people going in and going out of the building time to time. They didn't hold hands, probably because Derek was too shy to even get his hand to touch with Stiles. He was still new to all this, and it has been quite a while he has been in a relationship or a fling.

His phone vibrates and he fished it out of the pocket of his jeans. Stiles kept walking, almost unaware that Derek had been pulled back by a phone call. He answers the call and places near to his ear, and said, "Hello?". It was the same number all over again, unknown, and no response at all from the other end of the line. Stiles realized the absence and turned around to see Derek standing idly on his own with a phone in his ear. He walked to him, feeling confused of the sudden intrusion. He knew that Derek wasn't the kind to receive phone calls, and the only time he would most likely see being called was Laura, but if it were so, Stiles would deduce that Derek would look more exasperated than... if he could describe it, suspicious and intruded.

He walked to him, with his worried expression masked on his face, "Derek, you okay? Who is that?"

The line clicked abruptly, and Derek grumbled of the unknown caller. It was like the Kyle Ravenscroft case, where now Derek felt stalked for unknown reasons. He pocketed his phone and walked off, brushing off the incident as best as he can. Stiles walked with him, but his silence only being more strong and open for Derek's response.

"I don't know, okay?" he said vaguely, "It's happened twice now,"

"Twice? When was the first time?"

"At the library, like almost 20 minutes before you showed up," he replied.

"Why do I get the feeling you're not telling me more about this?" he asked, skeptic of Derek's vague replies.

"What?" Derek stops, his attention completely riveted to Stiles, "You think I'm having an affair?" Stiles could feel his hackles rising. He didn't mean to cross a line and the tone that Derek was using only brought a bit more terror to his mind.

"N-no," said Stiles, "I mean... Like well... I mean, you know," fumbled Stiles, his words failing him, "I just thought, you know...,"

Derek huffed disbelievingly at the lack of solid response, moving off. Stiles huffed too, his eyes rolling and staring at the sky, mentally cursing at such stupidity of his implication. He ran after Derek, who had walked a considerable mile from his position, "Derek! Wait up!"

Derek walked on, feeling a sense of betrayal at the whole thing that a simple phone call can cause a huge rift between a new relationship. He can hear Stiles' voice but pressed on. He was sulky and was numb to feel ashamed of his attitude and behavior. He soon felt a hand grabbing his forearm, ceasing his movements.

"Derek! For goodness sake! We already passed our apartment, and you're still gonna play the kid card on me?" Stiles half-yelled, his forehead sweating. Derek looked around and realized that he was off track. He in fact did pass his apartment and he mentally cursed at himself for letting his emotions get the best of him. "Please, Derek. I'm tired from catching up with you, can we please just get back home? I don't want to go in without you, alright? I'm sorry for my assumptions, okay? Just please," Stiles was panting, with his other hand latching onto his knees for support.

Derek exhaled deeply, holding Stiles' hand as they walked back to their home. He was sort of pleased of hearing Stiles calling the apartment as theirs. It was heart-tugging. He couldn't help but feel sorry for letting Stiles catch up to him till the brink of exhaustion. They didn't say anything and walking up the stairs to their place added more to Stiles' exhaustion, another thing Derek couldn't help but feel contrite about. If he hadn't sulked and let his emotions run high, he wouldn't have let Stiles panting on his way up to the stairs.

They finally made it up to apartment and Derek unlocked the door, allowing the couple to go inside. Stiles walked in slowly, his exhaustion still apparent. Stiles passed Derek, walking into his room for a moment. He closed his door, leaving Derek alone for the moment. Derek entered the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water to relieve of the stress that was mulling around his mind. He didn't mean to get sidetrack with his emotions. He just never thought that someone he had grown to like would go as far as to feel suspicious.

It's all in good nature, though.

Derek sighed, and he left placed the glass of water on the table, not really in the mood to wash it. He walked to his room, and he took his towel to relieve himself of the tension. Hopefully. He passed by the Stiles' room and tried to ignore his inner voice to apologize for his unruly behavior, but he suppressed it with might.

He walked into the bathroom, peeling the black shirt over him. He unbuckled his pants, removing the pants and boxers in one go. He entered the cubicle, not caring to place his shed clothes into the basket. He entered the cubicle, and turned the valve. The shower made contact with his body and he placed his hands on the wall. He then takes one of hands and runs them through his black hair, trying to sweep of the excess water that was getting into his face.

It's all in good nature, though.

"It's all in good nature," Derek breathes shakily under the cold spray.

~RETURN~

Stiles rested his head on the pillow, trying to get the weariness out of his system. He could hear the shower running and he felt tempted to join Derek under the shower. He was tired, too. His body perspired after his mighty attempt to get Derek s attention under one night.

He didn t mean to cross a line. He was feeling possessive, that s all. He had never been in a relationship, and to think Derek causing infidelity on their newfound relationship only felt more instinctual than visceral. It was like filling bring tarts to school. You made them, then bring it to school, and feel this sense of protection of making sure that they all look intact, and perfect. He chuckled fondly when he remembered the last time he cried in preschool over the slice of pie his mother had made for him.

He remembered the time where he felt his mother s kiss on his forehead, telling him to have a great day in school. She even packed him his lunch box, filled with a slice of pie tha the both of them had made together while his father was still at work. He felt this instinct to protect it, and so in lieu of putting the lunch box in his bag, he carried it with both hands.

His mother never told him to put it in his bag, and was a smart decision too, Stiles thought. With him currently looking back, he had realized the lesson behind it.

He remembered going to preschool where he usually met up with Scott. Scott was always excited to see him, literally. They would share lunches together and Stiles was so eager to display the apple pie that he and his mom had made that was currently tucked into his hands. Scott mirrored his excitement, unable to contain himself because he knew and acknowledged how well Mrs. Stilinski cooked.

He couldn t wait to show the pie so badly that he wouldn t let go of the lunch box, even if it was lesson time. He refused to let go of it despite the constant insistence of his teachers to put it somewhere safe. He was unmoved by their advice and finally they gave up on him. The teachers always had a hard time with Stiles, anyway, and Stiles snickered mentally at their valiant attempts to keep a spastic person like him under control.

Lunch rolled in, and Stiles was practically shivering in excitement, and Scott was too. The teachers rolled their eyes and looked to the ceiling, wondering how in their years of service to children did they ended up with two boys who were almost like kindred souls. They went to the lunch room, with Scott bringing in sandwiches made by Melissa, Scott s mother. Stiles loved Melissa, especially since she treats him like he was her own child, something he needed after his mother s untimely death.

He opened the lunchbox and god did his face fall when he saw the inside. The pastry was opened crumbled, the filling was oozing out, but the crust and everything was still intact. Scoot didn t seem to find any problem with it, and Stiles tried too, but proved too difficult when he reached home. Scott and Stiles ate the crumbled pie, with both of them glad that the ruined constitution didn t contaminate the taste in any way. Stiles kept himself composed and he couldn t bear to hold his tears when his mother picked him up from school.

He sobbed in his mother s embrace, who cooed him with soft words, and when she pushes him gently to ask why, he told his mother pitifully about the pie being ruined. He remembered how his mother smiled almost defiantly when Stiles dilemma was told to her.

"Stiles, if there s one thing about love, it s that it breaks apart sometimes," his mother advised fondly. He never fully understood what she was implying and continued to weep.

"But mom! This is pie we re talking about not love," he remembered yelling at her, something Stiles regretted doing towards his mother. Shouting. Regardless, he could still remember his mother s calm expression when he said that.

"Think of it this way. Did it still taste the same when you and Scott ate it?" Stiles nodded at the question, even as far as to comment that Scott was more excited of the filling rather than the outside. Mrs. Stilinski laughed at the comment and Stiles chuckled at Scott s perky attitude, "Then take love as the filling. The taste is everything we put through, so whatever happens on the outside, the inside always tastes the same, okay? Because that s love. Now, how bout we have some mac and cheese, alright?"

Stiles forgot about his problem when his mother mentioned mac and cheese.

He picked himself up to a sitting position and he took his towel and walked out of his bedroom. He saw the bathroom door across his bedroom s. The door was slightly ajar, with only a minute space giving out light in the dark corridor. He walks towards it, with his fingertips now touching the door. He hesitated to walk in Derek naked but he whispered the same words his mother had told him.

"Whatever happens on the outside, the inside always tastes the same. Because that s love,"

He opens the door slowly, and sees the contoured back of Derek s. The glistening of the water droplets made him look arousing and he couldn t help but have his breath hitched upon seeing that. He fumbled with the hem of his shirt and removed the plum colored shirt of off his body, before slowly and shakily touched the button of his pants. He pushes the metal button back, and the two folds separate, giving a preview of the black boxers he had been wearing today. He shucked his pants off slowly, thankful of the lack of loose change he owns in his pockets and how the shower was loud enough to block out the pants pooling down to his ankles. He lifted his legs up and down, leaving him half naked with his boxers.

He pulled the black boxers down slowly, his hesitance now turning into shyness. He manages to pull through it, his black boxers now joining the crumpled heap of his and Derek s clothes. The towel too was carelessly placed and he walked out of the fabric floor, his foot making contact with the cold tiles. Derek was perched on the wall with his hands, his head bowed down to his feet, and his hair covering his peripheral vision removed the imminent awkwardness out of the equation.

He walked in the cubicle, and with a both arms, he extended to each side of Derek s and he could feel the goose pimples growing when the cold specks of water touched his almost bare skin. He hugged his torso and he could feel Derek s surprise reverberating through his chest. Stiles chest was now wet and soon his entire body was drenched. Derek was caught off by surprised but soon relaxed, with one hand touching Stiles clasped ones. Stiles placed his face onto Derek s back by the side, not caring whether the clear liquid was going to blur his vision temporarily.

They stood like that for minutes and Derek turned around with moving Stiles hands to just above his butt crack. Their groins were millimeters away from each other and Derek s hand now holding Stiles side. Stiles was staring at Derek s tone chest and he could see the splattering of water when the shower hits Derek s back. Like fireworks. He was staring into Derek s eyes, taking his observation to a huge notch. Observing the jawline, the lips and the droplets moving down his smooth skin.

"Hey," said Stiles. He gave a small smile, and he looked at Derek s lips, that was wet too by the water.

Derek stared at him back, taking in the moles that his face has. He leaned forward slowly and subtly, and their lips inched closer with Stiles eyes closing progressively. Their lips brushed intimately and Stiles closed the gap between them. The kiss was reflexive and Derek this time made full use of his facial muscles. He can feel the pushing of his lips as it made contact with Stiles, moving rhythmically with Stiles . The kiss was soft but sensual, and he could feel his cock twitching when their lips connected once more, only this time, their attempts became more brave. The twitching of Derek and Stiles cocks inadvertently made contact by their heads, and Stiles breathing became erratic to the point that his clasped and locked hands went to palm the small of Derek s back. The grip of Derek s hand onto Stiles side was tightening and the body heat only intensified when Stiles stepped forward, meshing their bodies into one.

The electrical sensation was all thanks to their cocks rubbing against each other and Stiles breathing turned into moans, unable to contain his hormones from growing haywire. Derek tested the waters further, where he licks the top of Stiles lips sneakily and suggestively, causing the throaty moan to become more clear and clean, with Derek s tongue taking its ripe opportunity to make the kiss a bit dirty. He trails his hand down to Stiles ass, and cupping it, making Stiles legs quiver at the hedonism.

Derek s tongue with consent blended well into Stiles warm mouth. The trade of saliva completely sensual that Stiles could feel himself coming solely by kissing and untouched. Their tongues were fighting against each other, with them wrestling and contending to see which one can top the other. It was obvious that Derek was winning, seeing how he managed to catch Stiles at a vulnerable and defenceless moment. He thins his lips, exposing a little bit of teeth, and grazed the bottom of Stiles lips, engendering a coherent moan from the young man himself. He nips the lips gently, and pulls back until the said lip retracted back after enough distance was made. The lip escaped the the pearly white grip, and Stiles felt himself quivering embarrassingly at the dirty move.

"D-Derek," stuttered Stiles. He seriously couldn t keep himself together, and Derek took his words as a sign to add more filth in their intimacy. He moves Stiles against the glass wall, using it as a support beam to make sure his legs don t completely give way to the floor. The hands proceeded to knead the flesh and Stiles senses kicked into overdrive when his hands grazed past the butt crack and then to his thighs. Derek purred at the sexual contact and he moves his right hand to touch Stiles sensitive and aching cock. They were both out of the shower range, and that itself made the heat more intense. The convection was becoming exponential and Derek cranked the heat more when he wraps his right hand around Stiles cock. Stiles gasped at the touch, and their kiss became lewder with Stiles mewling erotically, making Derek crazy as his tongue dove deeper into Stiles mouth. He can sort of feel the ghost of the saliva touching just outside his mouth and god, did he wish it was more than just saliva.

Derek moves his right hand, stroking the cut cock slowly, and because of the said action, Stiles moaned louder, and Derek couldn t help but grin proudly of his Midas touch. He strokes a bit faster, and his other hand was running through Stiles hair. The soft pull brought a sadistic side to Stiles and he wished his mind could come up with a coherent order to his frayed nerves to command Derek to tug it harder.

Derek kissed his lover fervently, and he increased the tempo of his strokes, and he could feel Stiles legs being as wobbly as ever. The stomach that made contact with him was clenching and sucked in the more Derek speeds up the stroking. He was enjoying this all to well, and the tugging of hair, lips and cock felt so good that he could feel his own cock leaking at the obscene moans and reactions Stiles incited.

Stiles moved his arms to Derek s shoulder, his body unable to do anything but to cling onto his shoulder for support. He was getting close and the gradual increase of stroke speed made it all the more apparent when his moans became louder and lewder, before he finally comes, drenching Derek s hand with his load. Derek could feel himself coming, just moments after he felt the come of Stiles hitting his torso and cock, and he was surprised that the warm load was enough for him to come untouched. Both were panting, as if their chests were pressed tightly by an invisible pressure, and their mouths were split by a millimeter as they gasped for air.

Stiles knees bended slightly after his release but never did his mouth escape Derek s. Their kiss became slightly celibate and toned down with their lips doing the last bit of work of the day.

"We..." panted Stiles, "... Should do that again, sometime,". He kissed Derek once more and then another before tightening his embrace with him. Derek s seed coated hand joined with his free one, holding the sides of Stiles lovingly. Derek snuggled his face into Stiles damp hair, and hummed his approval, with his body and mind too rendered and enjoying every bit of the post intimacy that they had just done together.

A/N: Hey guys! Just wanna thank Ocean-Eyes39 for the review you just sent me.. I do hope you enjoyed this chapter.. And no Scissac in this chapter..

Excuse the tenses.. This story is in past tense and since I have been making the shift to present tense.. It's a bit hard to like go back and forth with my tired state of mind..

RETURN reached 2k reads.. Crazy! You guys are really supportive of this story and for that I'm glad...!

P.S. I'm a sophomore in college... So if anyone's confused about me being in school and stuff.. Hope this clarifies everything.