They ended up watching Iron Man instead, because Derek had never seen it. He raided the kitchen for drinks and the last lone bag of microwave popcorn. He checked his snack stash and grinned when he realized he had a small bag of cheese corn and a bag of caramel corn. He grabbed a bowl and started the microwave popcorn. While he waited for it to pop, he opened the caramel and cheese popcorn and poured them into the bowl. Once the popping slowed down on the microwave he pulled that out, opened the bag and poured the hot corn into the bowl, before tossing them all together. Bowl in one hand, drinks in the other, he headed for the living room where Derek had been starting the movie.
They cuddled on the couch, the popcorn bowl between their legs, shoulders touching, with Derek's head on Stiles' shoulder after only a few minutes. Derek was skeptical of the popcorn blend, but after tasting it, he grinned and admitted to Stiles' genius... well he grunted and ate more than half the bowl, but Stiles knew what he meant.
They slowly shifted around, as the movie progressed and the popcorn was eaten. By the time Tony Stark was confessing to the press, Derek was lightly snoring with his head on Stiles' thigh. Once Nick Fury made his case for the Avengers Initiative, Stiles stopped the DVD and turned off the TV. He sat there, petting Derek while he slept until his dad came home from work.
To his credit, he didn't comment on the situation, he just raised an eyebrow and kept walking to the kitchen, a few minutes later he came back and settled into the chair with a beer. "I take it the date went well?" He asked smirking.
"We had a bit of a rough patch in the middle, which is why we ended up back here. Some jerk tried to mug us. He banged Derek into a wall and I got knocked down, but I managed to pepper sprayed his sorry ass. Guy took off running. I needed to change, so we figured we'd watch something here instead."
"You should have called me, Stiles." His dad said, concerned.
"I think it was just some guy who got drunk and stupid. He didn't even have like a weapon or anything, and tried to rob two guys, in a fairly well lit parking lot. By the time it was done and over with, I just wanted to get changed and get out of the dirty clothes."
"Still. I'm just glad you're both okay." He said, running his hand down the side of his face. "So, what's the plan here?" He gestured to their sleeping house-guest.
"I'm going to wake him up and take him upstairs to sleep, and absolutely nothing else, especially all the things we will never ever ever EVER discuss. In the morning, if you leave me some semblance of dignity, I'll make pancakes and maybe even break out my secret stash of sausage links."
His dad made a show out of considering it. "Real or Turkey sausage?"
"Your call, but you get six turkey links or only four real."
It only took him thirty seconds to decide. "Real it is. Have fun with you're sleepover. I'm just going to finish this beer and continue to tell myself that's Scott, who hasn't shaved in a month, and who you don't want to date, and maybe who doesn't like the door shut... you know Scott always did strike me as claustrophobic."
"Okay, Dad." He pulled Derek up to his feet, "Come on, upstairs." He said, quietly to the still half asleep wolf. He leaned over on the way past and kissed the top of his Dad's head, muttering a "nite" as he led Derek up the stairs.
After two near misses with walls and one that nearly ended tragically for the bathroom door, Stiles managed to lead Derek to his bed. His shoes were already off; removed before he got on the couch earlier. He pulled the waistband of the jeans down a little along the side, so he could see if it was safe to get Derek more comfortable. Thankfully he as wearing boxers. Stiles oh so carefully, and with minimal touching of anywhere that could be misconstrued, unbuttoned and unzipped Derek's jeans. He worked the jeans down Derek's legs and then Stiles slid him under the covers.
He slipped off his own shoes, made sure the door was wide open, and then crawled under the covers, but over the top sheet. It was a silly bit of propriety, but still one he wanted to be able to point out, if need be, to assure both Derek and his dad that he didn't intend for anything to happen. Well not yet anyway. He laid on his side, knees drawn up a little, facing Derek, who was laying on his back, mouth open just a little. A combination of streetlights and moonlight was shining in the window, allowing Stiles enough light to see Derek's face. His eyelids were twitching, as if he was dreaming. Stiles watched him until he drifted off, himself.
Stiles woke to something warm burrowing against his chest. Blearily, Stiles opened his eyes in the dim early morning light, to see dark hair. He closed his eyes, counted to five and then re-opened them. Nope, still a head of hair, and now he wanted to run his hands in it. He pulled a hand out from the covers and ran them up Derek's arm , instead. He shivered slightly and grumbled a little before working harder at snuggling up to Stiles' chest.
Stiles lifted his head and realized Derek was uncovered from the waist up. He must have shoved the blankets off in the night and for late spring, it was quite a chilly morning. Stiles pulled the covers over the slightly trembling man and then put his arm around him, holding him close, and resting his chin on top of Derek's head. He felt more than heard the soft sigh of contentment that was issued, before he dropped back off to sleep.
The next time Stiles woke up, the head on his chest had become the mouth on his neck. Derek placed snuffling kisses and tiny licks along his neck and then, as if satisfied, buried his nose against the spot and just stayed there, breathing. Stiles ran a hand up through his hair, causing him to shiver slightly, before humming in a content manner.
"Morning." Stiles said, softly. "Once I get up, I'll dig out some clothes and you can go take a shower while I start breakfast."
"What about your Dad?" Derek asked, tilting his head as if listening. "He's awake."
"Yeah and I promised him I'd make pancakes and sausage for breakfast, so how many do you want?" Stiles asked.
"Won't he wonder why you're bringing food up here?" Derek asked, carefully.
"He would, if I was. I know it might be romantic and all for breakfast in bed, but unless its the chocolate kind, I'd rather not get syrup on these sheets. You can come down and eat at the table like a good little wolf." He said smiling.
Derek's confused face was almost enough to make Stiles laugh outright. "You mean after he leaves?"
"I'm pretty sure today is his day off, so unless you intend to hide out like a big old creeper for two days, then no, I meant once you get a shower and change."
"Um, won't he, uh, be upset, about..." He fumbled his hands to indicate himself, Stiles and the bed.
"Boy you really were out of it last night. He knows you're here. He came home last night, and asked me how the date went. After I told him about the 'mugger' who attacked us, I told him you were sleeping here. Hell you stumbled right past him on the way up here."
"He's okay with... wait, he 'asked' about our date? As in he knew we had a date?" Derek's eyes were wide and shocked, but he had a small smile on his face.
"I don't know if you're going to decide I'm really who you want to be with, but you are who I want, and I'm not going to have a relationship, which will be for the rest of our lives, begin with even more lies to my Dad. I don't want yet another strain on my relationship with him, and you deserve to be more than some dirty secret. I'm proud of the fact that you'd go out with me, and if you and I do end up together, I'll be proud of that too." Stiles managed to both blush and look defiant at the same time, at least until he saw Derek's face.
He'd never seen the wolf smile like that, and it took his breath away. Once again, seeing Derek so happy had Stiles moving without thought, and he closed the gap between them, one hand sliding up to cup the side of Derek's face, tilting his head just so. He leaned in and kissed Derek and then tilted their foreheads together.
"I'm gonna go cook, come on down when you're done in the shower." He stood up, and pulled a pair of sweats and a t-shirt out of his dresser and tossed them on the bed.
With a parting smile, he headed towards the bathroom. He grabbed the bag of tainted clothes, and quickly brushed his teeth. The next time he kissed Derek Hale, he was so not going to keep it chaste for fear of morning breath. That in mind, he pulled out his still packaged new toothbrush, and dropped it on the counter, before heading off to the kitchen, whistling.