OH My Lord. I put up the wrong chapter and just put out an old one. Sorry everybody, here was the real one!

Stiles conversation with his Dad had gone something along the lines of "While I'm very happy to know that you and Derek followed by my rules and those of the State of California, I'm not certain we need to advertise you having sex to the general public..." route. And of course his Dad had gone by Ms. McCalls and picked up brochures about safe sex and gay sex and every other kind of sex apparently that is out here. Stiles had sat through the lecture and promised his Dad he would be safe, careful and that yes this was something he was ready for. You would think it was Stiles' first rodeo they way his Dad had carried on, well technically it was, but emotionally it wasn't and he'd done all kinds of sex acts with Derek and was sooo ready for the whole final stage thing. Of course none of this is something you can really explain to your Dad. I mean might be a little uncomfortable to say that he's done grinding and tonguing, just not dicking. He's not even sure his Dad would understand what he meant, and he really didn't want to have to explain or to have to look his Dad in the face after his Dad googled the terms and looked at a few of the sites that popped up. Of course Derek got the same lecture when he came over. About being careful and not rushing and making sure that they each respected each other and their decisions. Sooooooo embarrassing and as far as Derek was concerned totally Stiles' fault. But last night still happened (Yay cherry popping party a duex), so Stiles just chucks the Dad stuff into the back of his mind and decides he's just going to enjoy his triumphs.

The birthday party for Stiles the next day might have been a little awkward to start off with. Scott did everything he could NOT to stand downwind of Stiles and to not look him in the eye. Isaac kept just giving him these happy smiles and hugs. Lots and lots of hugs. Which was not awkward at all. Really. Neither was the sniffing and the happy smiles that came with that. Fortunately not even Derek views Isaac's puppy love as a threat, so that was okay.

Jackson, the ass that he is, brought him a rubber donut to sit on. "In case his ass was sore". Which okay, his ass was a little sore, but everyone did not need to keep talking about it.

Allison and Erica had an almost obscene interest in what happened the night before. It was a little disturbing, but they kept saying it was all part of girl talk. Stiles really wasn't sure he wanted in on that. So he muttered under his breath that he was going to go into minute detail if Scott didn't come over and rescue him ASAP. Thank god for werewolf hearing because that actually worked. Scott and Boyd dragged the girls off for couple time.

Lydia was evil, pure unadulterated evil and the theme for Stiles' birthday party was cherries. Dessert? Why yes we have cherry pie and cherries jubilee. Drinks? Why not have a Shirley Temple and of course because his dad knew about the party, they were virgin Shirley Temples with cherry garnishes. The napkins, plates, table clothes...all had cherries on them. And yes there was even cherry pop or cherry coke. The music? Well wouldn't you know that one of the reoccurring songs was Sour Cherry by the Kills. Seriously? He really almost hated her. Except it's Lydia and when she tells him she's proud hands him a drink (not a virgin cocktail whooohooo), turns him in Derek's direction and says "Go get him tiger." As she slaps his ass he remembers exactly why he used to crush on her.

So, its okay, he can totally handle it. Just a little ribbing amongst friends, and in his own accidental way, he had asked for this. And he was a man now. And of course, he just accidentally said that last bit out loud. He hears his werewolf boyfriend just huff behind him and Jackson the douche says "Uhhhh Stiles, I'm pretty sure that after what happened last night, you're the woman, not the man." That earns him a slap across the back of his head by Lydia (and that girl does not hold back) and Danny quipping back "Well Jackson, I'd pretty much say that it's a guarantee that you'd be the bottom of any relationship you're in straight or gay, so what does that say about you? People in glass houses dude..." Lydia just makes the "So true" face of hers and blows on her nails like she's the boss. Which really? She is.

Danny being Danny can't help but check in. He sidles up to Stiles at some point during the night and asks quietly "Is everything good and are you okay." Stiles just laughs and says "Sore, but awesome."

The party is cool and they all have a pretty good time. There was secreted alcohol and Stiles and a few of the others may have gotten a little bit drunk. He and Derek may have cuddled (Derek refuses to call it cuddled. He says that they just fell asleep on each other.) in Scott's basement where they had all crashed. Danny unfortunately had to go home, because he had to babysit his sibs.

When they woke up in the morning they all decided to go to the diner for pancakes. Stiles had refused to make them given it was HIS birthday. Given the pouts he'd gotten, you would think he had announced an embargo on chocolate and coffee. Of course they hit the diner at the same time as the night shift of Deputies had their breakfast before heading home and crashing. Stiles' dad is there too because he'd worked the shift since Stiles was going to be busy. The Sheriff just waves and smiles in their direction as they get a table. Stiles smiles a little to himself, because as they pass his Dad, he hears him mention "my son and his boyfriend". When Stiles turns to catch Derek's eyes he sees the smile that crosses his face. So he knows that Derek had heard too. He can't resist reaching out and taking Derek's hand. They can be public now. He's of age. Derek doesn't shift away, in fact his hand tightens.

Just then Stiles phone starts to ring. It's not a ring tone that he recognizes, but it is definitely coming from his pocket and loudly. It is also announcing to all and sundry just what his sexual status was.

"I'm not a virgin anymore, I just thought you should know..." lyrics just keeps looping around over and over again. He quickly answers the phone. "Hello?"

"Dude, Jackson said to call this morning to see where you were all going to be for breakfast?" He hears Danny's voice over the phone.

"Uhhhh, we were at the diner, but we are soooo going home to have pancakes." With a glare at Jackson Stiles does an about face and practically runs out of the Diner. The reason it's only practically a run is he is dragging a reluctant werewolf boyfriend with him. "It's my birthday after party breakfast! No one dies at that! Even if they deserve to be killed." Stiles yells at Derek who just looks confused.

"Okay...?!" Danny says clearly not fully getting it. "So..the diner or your place then?"

"Neither...you are all uninvited! Fucking Jackson and my fucking phone.." Stiles grumps as he shoves Derek into his car and climbs in the passenger side.

"Ummmm Stiles.." Derek says.

"What!" Stiles snaps "That was my Dad's whole night shift there. Almost half the town was in there..."

"Yeah and they probably wouldn't have thought anything of it if you hadn't gotten all flustered and stormed out of there. Besides, you were the one that changed your ring tone. You thought it was hilarious last night."

"OMG! What else did I do drunk last night?!" Stiles hit his head on the dashboard.

"You did karaoke and you kept texting someone. You wouldn't let me see. You kept saying it was a "girl" thing" and that my "werewolf ass just doesn't understand".

"Ohhhhhh nooooooo." He checked his texts and sure enough he had texted Scott all kinds of stuff about him and Derk that no one needed to know. "Ohhh God." He quickly dialed Scott's number and said "Whatever you do, don't open the texts from last night. Just delete them. You are never going to be able to unread it if you don't"

He hears a yelp and a "Stiles, what the hell did you send me that shit for, oh my god I need brain bleach." Before he hangs up the phone. Fixing Derek with a very serious death threat kind of glare he says "You are making me pancakes! They had better be fluffy and with chocolate chips and bananas. Then you and I are going to have a talk about how it's a werewolf boyfriend's job when his significant other is drunk to stop him from doing anything with his phone!"