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Stiles awoke to a jarring headache, a product of his hangover he developed last night. Sometime during Derek's lengthy monologue Scott had produced a round of the beers that he had Stiles had procured the night before for the trip. Stiles remembered he that he must have downed at least seven trying to keep with that werewolf tolerance.

He managed to open his eyes. At least he had made it into his tent.

'Oh god.'

His stomach did a sloppy somersault. It did not agree with his actions last night. Not at all. He stumbled out of his tent and into the still crisp morning air to give his bladder some time off from it's night duty. Feeling relieved he made his way back to his tent, hoping to snag a bit more time sleep to himself before the others work up. Ducking his head to push through the opening flaps Stiles froze when he looked up. Right there, next to his discarded sleeping bag, was one Derek Hale, curled up, asleep, lightly snoring and .

Stiles' eyes had gone anime sized and for a moment he had forgotten how to breath. Why was Derek in his tent, sleeping right next to him ,and WHAT HAD HAPPENED TO THE MAN'S SHIRT?! Questions, and questions for those questions rose up in his brain and gave him a headache. Thinking the worst he did a quick key point check over his body.

'No hickies, bite marks, love bruises, or anything else that could label me as a hussy slut? Check. No unexplained soreness?' Stiles stopped to take in his body's status. 'Check. No weird stickiness? Check. Oh thank goodness. So we didn't-hmph, well why the hell is he in here?'

Stiles just sat across from Derek, cross-legged, trying to figure out what could've happened last night for Derek to end up in his tent, shirtless. From what he could tell examining his own body and Derek's shirtless form nothing sexual, or at least too sexual had taken place. As Stiles was pondering to himself the werewolf across the tent began to stir from his sleep. Stiles froze in place, sure whatever was going to happen next probably wouldn't be good. He could think of one reason for the wolf being here but he really didn't want to deal with the aftermath if that was it.

Derek began to wake from his deep sleep once he realized the warm feeling that had made him feel so secure wasn't returning soon. He rolled over onto his back, working his eyes open. The light shining through the tent above told him it was still early. Despite waking so soon he felt alright, great actually. He usually didn't sleep that well. What had woken him? Mind clearing more he realized he could hear the sound of someone else's heartbeat thundering away near him. Lifting his head up to locate the source Derek came across a wide eyed Stiles staring at him, he also noticed his own shirt was missing.

"Morning," Stiles offered out meekly with a tiny handwave.

Derek groaned and slung his arm over his eyes, attempting to veil his embarrassment. He didn't need to be this close to Stiles so early.
"So," Stiles continued on, playing with his thumbs to keep himself occupied and not staring at the exposed pecs, rippling abs and toned obliques before him', "Last night was fun. The s'mores, the drinking, the camaraderie. Seems like we all had a pretty good time. Hey you even ended up in my cozy tent. How exactly did that last one happen again?" he finished with a nervous chuckle.

"After you got more than a little drunk last night you stumbled off to your tent to go to sleep. I wasn't about to listen to Scott bitch about Allison or Jackson so we packed it in. But I couldn't sleep because I could hear your damn teeth chattering from all the way in my tent. So I came over to rip your gums out but decided to help you, despite your gracious acceptance of my help earlier. I figured my body heat would be enough to warm the tent so you wouldn't die in your sleep."

"Oh." Stiles' back and eyebrows were almost bending at the same angle.

"And I took off my shirt cause the alcohol was making me hot." Derek added the last part quickly, still not making eye contact.

"So I didn't do anything to make you come in here? You came in here completely on your own? All by yourself?"

Derek looked up at the question. Stiles seemed apprehensive, and he could smell the faint tinge of anxiety wafting off him. "Yea, you were freezing," Derek answered.

"And that's it?"

" ," Derek answered again. He frowned when Stiles let out a relieved sigh. He was getting confused, it was too early for this.

"Phew, oh boy, I'm glad. I thought I might have accidentally enthralled you and you were gonna snap out of it and try to rip my throat out and then our fighting would wake up and Scott and that would just be- yea I'm so happy I didn't." The young brunette was animated again. Derek's brain could barely keep up with the pace which he was talking

"You brought that up yesterday on the way here. 'Enthralling'. What is that?' Derek asked slowly. He sat up looking around the tent for tent for his shirt.

"Oh yea, I guess I never finished that huh?" Stiles rubbed the back of his head searching for a way to explain to the wolf across from him. He found it. "You think I'm attractive right?"

"What?!" Derek snapped. He really shouldn't be this close to Stiles so early.

"Well yea cause all faeries are attractive," Stiles went on, ignoring Derek's usual full angry eyebrows look," but what if I told you that we're actually even more attractive than you can see? That we're actually just so ridiculously good looking that we hide some of it so we can live in the real world and function?"

"I don't think I'm following-"

"Ok lets try this. If a hot girl with big titts walks into Jimmy's how many guys do you think will buy her a drink?"

"All of them if they're not stupid or gay." Derek thought this question was stupid.

"Exactly! Because they're all so focused on her ample titts they'll do anything for her. Most girls don't like this kind of attention so they cover their boobs up. Think of my face as my titts!...Wait that came out all wrong. Ugh. Basically every nephilim has on like this invisible mask made from a bit of their power that's always there to hide some of our face, so you can't see how hot we are all the time. When we really need to we can take it off and whoever sees us without it pretty much instantly kinda falls in love and will sorta do whatever we want cause they're so sprung. I was worried I got drunk and accidentally did that to you. Understand?"

The older boy thought he had a better idea of what Stiles was trying to say now, but he wasn't one hundred percent sure. "So if I reached out right now and grabbed your face, I'd pull a mask off?"

"No man! You don't actually 'take it off' take it off, it's more like a feeling, plus it's magic so you couldn't touch it anyway, and you can't Enthrall someone till you're sixteen. "

"There's a legal age for this shit now too?"

"Well yea, it's a precaution. Faerie Law placed way way back that affects every born nephilim. Otherwise you'd have supermodel hot kids running all over the place with politicians and world leaders by their ties doing whatever they want. My mom use to always tell me that Enthralling was one of the most dangerous faerie defenses because it took away someone's free will and created false emotions that you would regret later. "

"And you were worried that you did that to me?"

"Well, yea, I was kinda drunk."

"I just came to keep you warm," Derek's gruff tone told Stiles that was the end of the matter.

"Well, thanks. I'm um, gonna go wash up now. You said there's a river not too far from here right?" Stiles got up, grabbing his things and left the tent leaving Derek there alone.

Derek felt like he had just missed something. He could understand why Stiles was so worried if he had used the enthralling thing on him, but just now he could've sworn he saw a tinge of sadness Stiles' in this warm brown eyes. Where had it come from though, because he hadn't enthralled him into coming into his tent? Derek thought some more. It popped up right after he told Stiles he was only there to keep him warm.

'Did he want me to be here for something more? No, I can't be that lucky.'

Yet still Derek felt like something was all wrong. After sitting pondering to himself for at least twenty minutes Derek decided to follow his instincts and go to the stream. It could seem innocent enough, after all he needed to get clean too.

The walk to the stream wasn't long, he had dragged his feet along the way still unsure if he should go there or not. When he finally arrived the sight he saw took his breath away. The picture in front of him was so serene. There was Stiles, the object of his obsession, floating idly in the middle of the river, head just above the water, very naked. The other boy was glistening. If he wasn't enthralled before he definitely was now. Derek was paralyzed, after a few seconds he had to remind his brain to breathe again. Doubt instantly came to his brain's forefront.

'What can I offer that? He's so too beautiful for me. No! I can do this. I can do this. I will do this. I said I'd get in a kiss by the end of this trip and I'll be damned if I fail.'

At first our hope filled wolf approached the river slow, scared the other boy might teleport away at any moment like in the past, but realizing sneaking up on him would probably cause that to happen anyway he adopted a more normal pace.

Hearing movement Stiles turned around in the water.

"Oh hey, you're here. Umm I'm pretty much done, so I can get out now so you can, uhh, yeaa." Stiles began making his way to the edge.

"No!- I mean, no it's fine, stay. Finish what you need to, there's enough river for both of us." Derek was trying to sound as calm as possible, he needed the young fae to stay.

"Only if you're sure." Stiles eyed the man across from him wearily, expecting a sudden shift in mood.

Instead of answering Derek just began to remove his own clothes to get into the water. "Okay then," he heard Stiles say as he pulled his shirt past his head. Sliding his black briefs down below his waist he noticed the boy in the water had turned around again. Grudgingly he hid his annoyance. He had been trying to put on a tempting show.

He waded in not too far from where Stiles was and began to clean more out of nervousness than need. Stiles was quiet, which was completely unusual for him. It almost seemed unnatural. He was about to give up his pursuit again when he remembered the look he had seen on Stiles' face right before he left the tent. That look had brought him here. As he stared at Stiles' back, trying to figure out what to say he realized that there were strong cords and hard mounds just under the other's skin.

"You work out a lot. I can tell," his low spoken words cutting easily through the quiet air.

'Holy fuck he spoke!' Stiles was so focused on not accidentally peeing in the water because he was sure a werewolf would smell it even with the current that he was shocked when Derek actually said something.

'Did he just compliment ME on my muscles? Dudes ripped like a Beyblade! Why would he point that out?' Stiles realized he was doing all this talking in his head and not actually out loud. He turned around to be met with Derek's moss green eyes taking him in.

"Thanks, but its mostly genetics," he replied. He hadn't realized Derek was so close.

The small smile on Stiles face had Derek's stomach doing its own opening ceremony of the London Olympics. 'I can do this.'

"Well still, it looks good. The front's not that bad either. You're stronger than you look, but I already knew that."

"Surprises and sarcasm, I'm all over it. Hell I even sass the weights when I go to the gym, not that I actually go to the gym though. Too many naked old dudes, it's just gross man. And then they sit everywhere! Don't even put a courtesy balls to fabric towel barrier down. Ridiculous."

Stiles constant talking put Derek more at ease, it was familiar and the normalcy gave him more confidence.

"And what if you like got close enough and there were little gray ha-"

"About last night," the werewolf cut Stiles off,"I wanted to be there, I didn't mind. I wasn't angry I was in your tent or anything." He drifted slightly closer to Stiles.

"I really appreciate it. I guess I should have come more prepared and brought a heavy blanket. Though I can always pop back home and grab it and be back before anyone even notices I'm gone. And I'm super glad I didn't do anything to you we'd both regret last night, definitely taking it easy next time."

"Are you sure you would've regretted it?" There was a heavy husk to his voice, his eyes were focused on the lips agape in front of him.

"Umm, what do you mean?" Stiles suddenly felt his mouth go dry. When did Derek get so close?

"Would you really have regretted dragging me into your tent last night, under your spell?" He could hear Stiles' heartbeat reaching breakneck speeds.

"Of course! It would have been against your will and that's just-"

"I only hear you saying about how it would be against my own free will and not cause it's me," Derek could do this, it played out so perfectly in his head, "and I already told you I didn't mind being there. I wanted to be."

Before Stiles could open his mouth to respond he founds his lips wrapped in a warm soft embrace. Derek had leaned in and kissed him. He couldn't believe it! Everything about the kiss was amazing. He had already been floating in the water but now he felt truly weightless, like he could soar. His brain was struggling not to overload or maybe it was the lack of oxygen. Even the water around them felt warmer and Stiles swore to god he didn't pee. After a long moment of just taking in the feel of Derek's lips against his he reached out and pulled him in deeper. Hearing the content sound of Derek respond he finally understood what had been going on with him, with them both, all this time.

Derek was content to just let the world slip by as he and Stiles shared their first kiss. He couldn't believe he'd finally managed the courage. At first he thought the young boy was about to have a heart attack the way his heartbeat peaked into almost one continuous sound, but once he heard it calm and slow into a slow steady rhythm all the fear of rejection and anxiety he had been building up for months melted away. It took all his willpower to pull away from the source of his inner happiness and he had to muster up even more to look him in the eyes. There was so much he wanted, needed to say, but he didn't want to scare off Stiles. Fear or anger wasn't present in the warm brown eyes across from him just curiosity and a look of wonder.

The placated werewolf closed his eyes back and leaned his forehead against Stiles' paler one. Stiles, who still hadn't said anything yet just wrapped his arms around Derek's back. They stayed like that, just drifting close for the longest time. Both worried any sound would make the moment fragile and it would break.

"You don't have dog breath." Of course Stiles would be the first to speak and dodge past all the major issues.

"Nope." Dereks own voice sounded tense to his ears as he tried to hold back a flood of emotions.

"So that really happened, huh? How long?"

"A while now."

"Was all this before or after you threatened to rip my throat out?" He groaned as he heard the smile on Stiles' lips, he had hoped his horrible behaviour in the beginning wouldn't be a roadblock now.

"What now? What do you want to happen next? You want us to be like sex buddies? That'd be some serious crossbreeding." The teleporter was fascinated with this open side of Derek. He was so unfamiliar, but he needed to know what was going on before he could do anything.

Derek couldn't help but start to harden the moment the word sex slipped past Stiles' beautiful lips. Thinking of the stupid sounds he heard Scott make kissing Allison once he distracted himself before his "problem" reached the boy inches across from him. As much as he wanted that he didn't want Stiles' to thank that's all this was for him. That that's all he was to him.

"No. I want-I want more," his feelings expressionism was rusty. "I want you. I want this," he nudged his forehead against Stiles, "I want there to be an us. I want more of what you give me."

Stiles listened as Derek seemed to fight out his words. Words that moved him. He didn't feel the same way that Derek felt about him now, there was just so much other stuff in the way, and he wasn't sure what he meant by what Stiles gave him, but he did know that something could be there. He knew because despite himself he had been ignoring it for months worried what would happen if the man expressing his feelings to him right now found out. Now that he knew he nothing to worry about he was willing to see where this could go, yet he knew there were so many obstacle, together and separate, they had to face, the main one being Derek's past.

"But you're so broken," Stiles said in a quiet voice. He didn't mean it as a rejection, just a statement of fact.

Derek's heart clenched as he realized what Stiles was referring to. His house being burned down with his family inside, being used by Kate, losing Laura, finding out it had been his Uncle Peter who had killed his sister. So many things that had left him in a dark tiring place he wanted to get out of, but he knew he couldn't do it alone. He needed help. He wanted the help.

"You can help me pick up the pieces," he offered, thankful it didn't sound like a beg.

"We'll see, but first things," was the simple answer Stiles gave as he came up to lay a kiss on Derek's forehead.

Derek knew he was talking about their problems at hand. His murderous uncle, and Scott's love obsession's family, the Argents. They had to take care of those first. Yet he felt near the top of world. Stiles hadn't rejected him and even was willing to give him a chance once they finished with this mess, he couldn't wait. Derek felt a little bit of him lighten up again at the smile resting on Stiles' face. He got lost in it again until he realized Stiles was talking to him.

"Alright, lets head back before Scott wakes up and burns down the campsite trying to cook for himself."

They both headed toward the edge of the water. Stiles pulling Derek into another kiss before turning to dry off and put his clothes back on. Once they were both dressed Derek tentatively reached for Stiles' hand. He let out the breath he had been holding as Stiles took his hand in his, and they walked back to their camp together.