Gym class. The worst school subject in existence. It was almost an hour of pure pain and suffering, a literal Hell on Earth. At least according to Stiles, and perhaps not exactly cause of the class itself, but more cause of the people that excelled in it; aka the jocks. Jackson and his friends, to be more precise.

Stiles wished he knew why they picked on him constantly, but he figured there was no real reasoning when it came to bullies. He was smaller and weaker than them, so it made him an easy target who wouldn't fight back. He thought about doing it, but decided against it eventually; he could take the names, occasional shoves and slushies. And he would be graduating next year anyway, then he'd never have to see their faces again.

But right now he had to face them in gym. They were playing dodgeball. Stiles for a moment forgot about his surroundings, cause Derek was there on the bench. He looked incredibly bored, or was just being himself; Stiles wasn't sure, he was still working on his interpretations of Derek's faces. He was wearing those black and red shorts, how Stiles loved those shorts. He really loved those two colors on Derek, they just complimented his skin tone so well. He-

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Derek's POV

Derek could really care less about gym class. It wasn't that he was bad in it, he just preferred spending his time reading a book or something. And he had to watch all the dumb jocks yell and scream at each other over a glorified version of fetch.

The only remotely interesting thing was seeing Stiles in gym shorts. White and blue. Derek tried thinking of him as sexy but really couldn't when the boy kept flailing his arms trying to catch a ball. It was really amusing to watch.

He hated himself for not reacting faster, but he was too distracted by Stiles to see the ball traveling to the boy's face.

It caused a loud smack that echoed through the gym, causing everyone to stop in their tracks, turning to the source of the sound. A loud thud followed when Stiles hit the floor. Derek didn't even know when he got up, but he was by the boy's side in a matter of seconds. He didn't even hear Jackson and his friends' laughter, too focused on the person in front of him. Their coach was right behind him, ordering everyone away.

Stiles groaned as he opened his eyes, holding his palm over his face. "Stilinski? You okay?" their coach asked.

Stiles didn't say anything, too caught up in the pain.

Derek kneeled down next to him, gently grabbing him by the shoulder. "We need to get you to the nurse's office," he instructed calmly. The brunette simply nodded slowly, letting Derek help him stand up.

He helped Stiles walk there, the boy obviously disoriented. When they arrived at the office Derek explained to the nurse what happened. She ordered Stiles to lay down on the table.

"Stiles? Can you follow the light?" she asked as she pulled out a light pen.

Derek let her do her tests, nervously waiting on the chair in the corner of the room. He was mad at himself for not seeing the ball come sooner. He should have seen it coming and warned Stiles. He should have done something.

A while later the nurse came over to Derek. "It looks like he has a minor concussion, some swelling. Nothing serious, basically. I'm still ordering bed rest, though, for the rest of the week."

The nurse wanted to call Stiles' father to come pick him up, but the boy insisted that he was fine to drive himself home. The nurse disagreed, insisting on calling. "No!" Stiles moaned, a mix of pain and annoyance. "He's too busy, he doesn't have time. Listen, I'm fine, I promise."

"Stiles, you just suffered a minor concussion, I'm not letting you sit into a car and drive yourself halfway across town. You shouldn't even be standing up."

"I'll drive him," Derek said, earning the attention of the two.

"Don't you have classes?" the nurse asked.

"Well, I'm at the top of all my classes, all the teachers love me, and my mom is friends with the principal. Also my friend here is injured and needs a ride home. I think I can afford to miss a few classes once."

The woman looked surprised, but pleased with the answer. "Alright, be my guest then."

Derek helped Stiles walk to his car, hovering a few inches next to him, making sure the boy wouldn't trip over himself or something. They eventually made it to Derek's car; a black Camaro that he bought himself. Well, his mom did, but they had a deal that Derek had to keep his good grades up, and that he would pay her back once he had a nice job.

"Nice car," Stiles snorted, groaning in pain afterwards.

Derek just smirked, slightly amused by the other boy's pain. He wondered, if that made him a terrible person. He eventually decided that it didn't.

Halfway through the ride Derek realized he had no idea where Stiles lived. He was basically driving blindly through town at that point. "So, where's your house exactly?"

Stiles half opened his left eye to look where they were. "Um, take a left turn in the next cross section and then keep going straight. You'll eventually see a light green house with an array of lawn ornaments. The blue house next to it is mine."

Derek nodded, keeping his eyes on the road. He slowed down a bit so he wouldn't miss the house, which he didn't. He drove up the driveway and stopped the car. "I'll walk with you" he said, looking at Stiles.

"Uh, no thanks, I'll be fine," the teen responded, opening the door. He made one step when he lost balance and grabbed the car door.

Derek immediately made his way over, putting his arm around the other boy. Normally he would not be doing this, but he didn't Stiles to trip over air. "Come on, I'll walk with you."

Stiles sighed but didn't say anything, letting Derek lead him into the house. It was very quiet inside with nobody home. Stiles' dad was at work until 4. They could practically hear each other's breathing.

"My, um, room is upstairs.."

Derek didn't say anything, just helped him up the stairs. He was acting like the boy would break into a million pieces any second, which Stiles was slightly enjoying, minus the headache.

They walked into Stiles' room, the brunette immediately throwing himself on his bed, moaning in response. "I missed you," he said to the object as if it were a person.

"I'm gonna go now," Derek said, already walking to the door.

"Wait." He stopped the second Stiles spoke up.

"Do you, uh, wanna stay over?" the smaller boy asked hopefully.

"Sure," Derek responded without even thinking.

Stiles smiled weakly. "Do you wanna watch a movie or something on my laptop?"

"I thought you had a headache," Derek folded his arms.

"I got hit by a ball in gym class, not a truck," the other boy responded, rolling his eyes.

Derek mumbled something and agreed to the movie.

"Can you get me my laptop?" Stiles asked, pointing to his desk.

The Hale boy did just so, handing Stiles his laptop. "Sit down."

He sat on the empty spot on the bed, which wasn't that big so he was dangerously close to Stiles. Derek could feel the heat from the other boy's body. It was a very good feeling, he had to mentally remind himself not to sink himself into the boy.

Stiles went over his list of movies on his computer, asking Derek what he was into. He told him he was fine with whatever, so Stiles put on some random romantic comedy,

He had no idea why he asked Derek to stay, or why he was watching a movie with him in his bed. He'd never have the balls to do it, but in that moment he really didn't care about any consequences, he just wanted to be next to Derek.

Being next to the dark haired boy felt... relaxing, once he stopped freaking out about his crush. Derek emitted a warm aura, something Stiles could get used to. It was so calming and safe. 15 minutes into the movie he realized he had no idea what even happened, too focused on the presence next to him. He closed his eyes just for a second, taking in the warmness next to him.

Derek's body stiffened when he felt something touch his forearm. He looked at Stiles with the corner of his eye, realizing the boy had fallen asleep next to him.

This is not happening, Derek thought. Staying over at Stiles' place was already a bad idea, but now this? Pure hell.

He didn't move, though, too afraid he'd wake the boy up. So he sighed and tried to relax a bit, looking around the room. It was only then that he realized that Stiles had a lot of photographs hanging on his walls. They were of various locations around town, looking very artistic. He figured Stiles had to be into photography. Thinking about it, he really didn't know a lot about Stiles, if anything. He knew he was at chemistry, that his dad was the Sheriff, and that he a tendency to trip over air. There were some more personal pictures on his drawer. Derek couldn't see them perfectly from that afar, but it appeared to have been a young Stiles with his parents. That made think of the boy's mother. He couldn't remember seeing the woman in the pictures anywhere around town. He wondered what the story behind that was.

Halfway through the movie Derek could feel himself getting tired. Sitting in the same position for the past half hour, next to the boy of his dreams, was rather exhausting. So he closed his eyes for a bit, just a few seconds to regain some energy. Then he would gently creep out of the bed and go home. Maybe he'd leave a note for Stiles.

Noah Stilinski was an understanding man. He understood why people committed crimes. He understood why the sun rose every morning. He understood why his son wanted him to eat healthy.

What he didn't understand, though, was why that son was sleeping with a boy in his bed. That was something he wasn't expecting to find when he came home from a rough day at work. He just stood there for what seemed a minute, not sure what to do.

Does he wake up the boys? Noah really wanted to hear the reasoning behind it.

But instead he went downstairs and poured himself a glass of scotch, nesting into the living room in the front of the television.

Sitting there alone in the living room gave him time to think about what he saw. He wasn't sure what bothered him more; the fact that Stiles was in bed with a boy, or that he never told him that he had a... uh... boyfrie... Noah couldn't even finish that thought.

Stiles' eyes woke up with strain, not ready to wake up yet. He was so comfortable there in his bed. It was so warm and firm, and-wait, that wasn't a bed. Turning his head up he realized he'd been laying on top of Derek's chest, the other boy fast asleep.

"Ah!" he screamed, flailing.

Derek jumped out of sleep, so shook up that he actually fell off the bed and onto the floor. He groaned in pain from hitting his tailbone.

"Wh-What happened?" Stiles asked, still freaked out.

Derek didn't look at the boy, too focused on the carpet. "You... Fell asleep... Guess I did too."

"So we slept together... on my bed..."

"Yup," Derek responded, popping the 'p'. "I'm gonna go now. Bye."

Derek was out the door before Stiles could even say anything. On second thought, maybe that was better, he thought.

He started panicking when he heard voices downstairs. His dad's in particular. Stiles quickly made his way downstairs, finding his dad and Derek by the front door, the Sheriff interrogating the young boy.

"And how do you know my son?" Noah asked, his arms crossed.

"We got assigned on a school project together," Derek answered, with no signs of stress or any emotion for that matter.

"Is taking naps together part of that?"

"Dad!" Stiles interrupted. "What are you doing? Let him go."

Noah looked at his son, raising his eyebrows when he noticed the darkness around his right eye, and the minor swelling. "What happened to your face?" he asked.

"Nothing," Stiles responded, slightly turning his face away. "I'll see you later, Derek."

The Hale boy nodded and made his out the door, leaving the Stilinki men to themselves.

Stiles was ready to go back to his room, but his father had other plans. "Mind explaining to me why you look like someone's punching bag? And why on Earth were you sleeping with that boy next to you?"

Stiles chewed on his lip for a bit, trying to come up with a reasonable answer. It didn't really result in anything, leaving the two men in silence. Noah obviously wasn't going to drop it, no matter how much his son glared at him. "Did he hurt you?"

"No!" the young boy immediately responded. "No, dad, Derek didn't hurt me..."

"Then what happened?" Noah persisted. Realizing he wasn't getting anywhere he softened his tone. "Stiles, it's me, dad. You know you can tell me anything."

Stiles sighed, giving in, looking his father directly in the eyes. "Fine... I got hurt in gym class... I didn't see the stupid ball coming my way, and it hit me right in the face. I sort-of passed out for a bit and Derek drove me back here cause I knew you were busy. I asked him to stay, to watch a movie cause I didn't want to be alone, he said yes, and I maybe, accidentally, fell asleep next to him. Oh, he did too, I guess..."

When his father didn't answer, Stiles began panicking. "D-Dad? Say something."

The Sheriff didn't say anything, though. He did that thing with his brows when he was deep in thought.

"Dad. Dad!"

Noah finally sighed, showing some sort-of response. "Stiles, you gotta be more careful," he said, trying to get a better look at his son's face.

"I'm fine," the boy groaned, swatting his dad's hands away.

"I thought somebody hurt you on purpose."

Stiles gulped. Technically somebody did hurt him on purpose; Jackson. He didn't see it, but he heard the boy and his friends snicker when he was laying on the ground.

"Nope," the boy answered. "Just an accident."

The Sheriff looked a bit more relieved now. "Good. Cause you know as the Sheriff I'm perfectly capable of disposing a body, right?"

"Dad!"

A/N: Kind-of a short chapter, but I wanted to get it out there. Like I said, I'll be slowly introducing more characters. I also wanted to say that I really appreciate all of your comments, and I do mean all of them! They really brighten up my day, and make me happy and excited when working on the next chapter. So, please don't forget to leave your thoughts if you've read this, I'm open to all sorts of comments! :)