Chapter Six
The Closet
*Stiles
Stiles sighed softly as he walked alongside Derek and tried to keep the thought of what happened earlier out of his head. Honestly, he was still trying to make sense of it, none of it made sense to him.
Derek looked over at the oddly quiet Stiles and frowned slightly. "You sure everything's okay?" He asked, because the human almost never shut up. It was amazing how much he could talk, to be honest.
Stiles nodded slightly. "Yeah, of course I'm fine," he said with a small smile. He still felt awkward and weird about what happened, but he decided he didn't care anymore. So he pushed it out of his mind completely and smiled brighter. "So, wolfy, which way does your nose tell us to go?" He asked jokingly.
Derek could still sense there was something wrong, but it was clear Stiles didn't want to talk about it so he dropped it, again, and smiled small. He sniffed the air a few times and shrugged slightly. "Can't smell anything yet," he said.
Stiles nodded slightly and tried to walk as quietly as he could. Since last time they went out like this Derek shoved him to the ground for being too loud. Stiles was about to ask him something else when he suddenly felt himself being pushed up against a tree with a hand over his mouth. He panicked for a second before realizing it was just Derek and he wasn't getting murdered.
Derek stopped walking when he heard several people walking through the forest, and then he of course heard what they were talking about. He cursed under his breath before shoving Stiles into a tree and covering his mouth, because the guy liked to talk. "Shhhhhh, police" he whispered close to Stiles' ear. "They're looking for a body. Someone called it in." he said.
Stiles nodded slightly, and ignored the fact that Derek's breath on his neck sent shivers down his back. He also found himself disappointed when Derek pulled away, and frowned slightly. "What are we going to do?" he asked quietly.
"Come on this way," Derek said, and ignored Stiles' question for the moment because he really didn't have a plan. He grabbed Stiles' arm a moment later and pulled him a long. He didn't really know where he was going, because they were literally surrounded by police, there was dozens, probably the whole Beacon Hills Station, all the way around them. though how they managed that he really didn't know.
Stiles stumbled slightly as Derek pulled him, but other then that he tried to remain quiet, he really didn't want to be the reason they got caught. Derek would probably kill him if that happened.
*Derek
Derek kept moving, he hated how loud they were but, he also knew that the police probably couldn't hear them as well as something else might be able too. He was about to just say screw it and have them hide out in a ditch, because he could hear Stiles' breath starting to get labored, when they came to a cabin. He stopped running and stared at it for a moment before turning to Stiles.
When they finally stopped, Stiles hunched over breathing heavily, they hadn't really been running, more like jogging, but it was still a long distance. He looked up when he felt Derek's eyes on him and sighed softly when he saw the cabin. "Looks like a good place to hide," he said and looked around for a moment. "The police still close?" he asked quietly.
Derek nodded slightly and pulled him towards the cabin without actually saying anything. He opened the door, glad to find that it wasn't locked, and dragged Stiles inside. He closed the door quietly behind them before turning around to look at the cabin. It looked horrible, like hadn't been used for years. Honestly, it looked a lot like the inside of his burned down house, just without the scorch marks, and this one actually had a roof. He was about to say something to Stiles when he heard the police just outside the cabin.
Stiles cursed under his breath when he heard the police just outside the cabin. He might not have super hearing, but they weren't exactly being quiet. He moved closer to Derek. "What are we going to do?" he asked so quietly he wasn't even sure he'd heard him.
Derek didn't answer Stiles at first, because he really had no idea, and since he could hear that they were planning on searching the cabin he had to figure it out quick. It wasn't like they couldn't be found by the police, it would just be really inconvenient, having to be brought down to the station and held for questioning. He'd probably become a person of interest again, because of his past. Nope, there was no way he was going to let that happen, so he looked around the cabin, for anything they could hide in. He smiled small when he saw there was a closet, wasn't the best option, but it was really the only one they had. So Derek grabbed Stiles and pulled him over to the closet, he opened the door and pushed the human inside before stepping inside as well. He closed the door behind him before looking around for something to hold the door shut.
Derek couldn't find anything and it was dark so Stiles wouldn't be of any help in that situation. Though to be honest, there wasn't much space to look anyway, the closet was actually very small. Stiles and him could barely fit in it together, their bodies were pressed close to each other, and there was very little wiggle room.
Stiles tried to ignore how much he liked being this close to Derek, but it was hard. With their chests being pressed this close together he could feel how completely built Derek was, and well, he wasn't exactly complaining. He had no idea what was going wrong with his head, but he definitely liked being this close to Derek.
"Stiles," Derek said and looked down at the human, "What's being pressed against my leg?" he asked, even though he already had a very good idea about what it was. He felt like he should be annoyed but he wasn't.
"Hmmmmmm" Stiles said and looked up at him, "Don't know what you're talking about" he said, deciding to just go with denial. Not wanting to admit that it might, possible be his boner. Nope definitely not that.
Derek chuckled softly, "Right" he said and nodded slightly before going quiet. He tried to focus his hearing on what the police were doing, but he kept finding himself being distracted by Stiles. The human boy was very distracting and he wasn't sure what he thought about that. He didn't mind being this close to him, even though he usually hated being touched and being close to people. He also, for some reason, didn't care about what was being pressed up against his leg, he actually found that he might actually like it. 'Okay, there is definitely something wrong with me,' he thought to himself before shaking his head slightly.
Stiles let out a choked laugh when he suddenly felt something poking at his leg as well. "Derek," he said and suppressed another laugh. "Got something you want to tell me?" he asked quietly with a smirk.
Derek looked down at him for a moment, confused at first before he realized what he was talking about. He shook his head slightly and was about to say something when he heard the police finally walk into the cabin. He hissed under his breath before tightening his grip on the door knob to the closet, deciding that his plan was just to hold the door shut. Wasn't like a human would be strong enough to get it to budge anyway.
Derek looked over at Stiles, able to see and smell how nervous he was. He could tell that he was scared that they would be caught, even though he probably would mostly get in trouble from his dad. No way would they actually make the Sheriff's son a person of interest in all the murders that have been happening around town, especially Stiles. Might be annoying but he was definitely not a murderer. Well, not on his own, anyway.
Derek searched Stiles' face for a moment, wanting to let him know that they would be fine, that they wouldn't get caught, but he couldn't. If he spoke he'd just give away their position, he could still hear one or two of the police officer's ambling around the cabin. As he looked down at the human their eyes met and he thought maybe Stiles could actually see him as well, even though he knew he probably couldn't. That thought quickly left though as he smelled Stiles' arousal, it was faint but definitely there. He smirked as he suddenly felt like kissing the boy. Barely even thinking about it, he brought his hand up to the boy's cheek and caressed it softly before leaning in and kissing him.
*Stiles
When Stiles felt a hand on his face he freaked for a moment, before he felt Derek's lips press against his. As soon as their lips touched it was like a shock went through his back and it was amazing, he's never had a kiss like that before. He found himself kissing him back eagerly, he brought his hand up to Derek's face and caressed his cheek lightly before running it back and up through his hair. Though after a moment he seemed to realize what he was doing and froze before pulling away. "I can't do this," he muttered and scrambled out of the closet. He jumped back slamming the door back shut when he saw the police.
"Stiles, no!" Derek grumbled when he moved to leave the closet, but he couldn't exactly force him to stay after what just happened.
Stiles chuckled softly, "oh uh… hey," he said awkwardly, "This isn't weird" he said and let out a nervous laugh. "I'm actually out camping with my friend….. and uh his girlfriend" he said lied with a smile. "But uh…. there doing the nasty in the uh… tent so I didn't want to be a weirdo," he said and smiled.
"What were you doing in the closet?" One of the police officers asked, eyeing him suspiciously.
"Aren't you the Sheriff's son?" the other asked.
"Yes, yes I am" Stiles said and nodded slightly to the one who asked about his father. To the other one he smiled and said, "I was already in the cabin when I heard you guys and I kind of panicked. I mean I wasn't doing anything wrong, but you know how it is" he said. "So I hid in the closet. Then I realized if you guys found me it would look even worse so I decided to come out. Just uh….. didn't expect you to be right there" he said and gave another small laugh.
"And uh what about that" the police officer asked motioning to the bulge in his pants. "Someone else in that closet?" he asked and took a step toward.
Stiles panicked for a moment before shaking his head, and laugh softly, "No uh actually, I was uh… kind of uh….. playing with myself," he said and smiled small, blushing madly. "Another reason why I uh hid in the closet. Didn't get to finish," he said and shrugged slightly.
*Derek
Derek could hear Stiles' heart racing, and it wasn't from all the lying he was doing. It wasn't exactly convincing, but the police must have believed him because they didn't come and open the closet door. They did, however, make him leave the cabin, and he heard them tell him to go back to his camping site and pack up and leave. They would have escorted him but they got a call on their cb radios and had to leave. Once he was sure they were all gone he got out of the closet and ran over to Stiles. "You're a terrible liar" he said with a small laugh.
Stiles glared at him for a moment, "Hey, they believed me, didn't they?" he said and laughed softly, obviously not caring about the comment. "Come on we should get out of this area before they find us again" he said and looked around. "Which way is it back to the camp?" he asked. He was avoiding looking at Derek, because of what happened in the closet, and it was painfully obvious.
Derek frowned slightly but didn't say anything. "This way," he said and started walking in the direction he indicated. As he walked, he thought about what happened in the closet, and he realized it was definitely a mistake and shouldn't happen again, even if it had been the best kiss he'd ever had.
