So my excuse, writer's block. It's a bitch. This was meant to be up a while ago, but I kind of wanted it to something more than alright. Don't know how it turned out. . . thank you so much for all the reviews you guys have been leaving though, they honestly mean the world.
Oh and if anyone can come up with a name for a male character in an original thing I'm writing, I will give you my first born child, I'm serious. I'm shitty at names! If anyone can come up with something and PM me or leave it in a message, I'll do whatever you want!
"I think Jason was wearing a pair of Scott's jeans," Derek said when he came back from the bathroom, crawling back into bed and lying down beside Stiles so that they were facing each other on their sides. They were close together, close enough that Stiles could feel the heat from Derek's body pressing against him and could work out that Derek had cleaned his teeth just from the taste of it on the air when he breathed in; and yet surprisingly they weren't touching. There was nothing but air in between them, not even centimetres, but they weren't touching.
It was like both of them were waiting for the other to instigate it. Both waiting for the other to make that first move.
There was a small crease in Derek's forehead where he was obviously trying not to frown, but even if that crease hadn't been there Stiles still would have been able to read the question in the other Alpha's eyes.
Normally Stiles wasn't the one who reached out to Derek. He'd admit that. It wasn't that he didn't have the confidence, because he honestly did, but he thought it had more to do with the fact that he was so used to holding himself back around Derek that he didn't know how to flip that switch. Except the thing was, Stiles had been waiting for far too long where Derek was concerned.
For just a moment – hardly even that – the confusion in Derek's eyes was replaced by surprise when Stiles closed that small distance and threaded his fingers through Derek's. And after that initial contact had been made, after the surprise had faded from Derek's expression, everything just moved fluidly and slid into place. It was like they were two puzzle pieces that even if they tried to deny it sometimes, they were always made to slot together.
Derek's free arm came around his back, his fingers splaying against his spine and pressing them impossibly closer as their legs tangled together. Stiles laid his free hand against Derek's chest, counting the heartbeats that thumped against the palm of his hand and claiming ownership of each one with a tiny in-time flex of his fingers against Derek's skin. He couldn't help but laugh at how un-Derek like the action was when the older man ducked in and bumped their noses together affectionately.
The skin around Derek's eyes crinkled as his lips threatening to twitch up into a small smile, but it was the expression that could only really be described as fond that had Stiles' breath hitching in his throat. He didn't think he'd ever get enough of realising that Derek was looking at him that way, that he was the only one Derek wanted to look at that way. And honestly, a part of him hoped that he never did get over it.
"What's up?" he asked with his face close enough to Derek's still that he had to be able to taste his words or something equally as intimate. He moved his hand from Derek's chest to instead brush his fingers along one of his cheekbones, curving his fingers around Derek's jaw and pushing them into his hair afterwards, effectively pinning their faces close together.
Derek huffed out a breath, the scent of mint toothpaste hitting him straight in the face. "Your Pack are wearing my Pack's clothes," he said eventually, in a low voice like he didn't actually want to have to be saying those words.
This time it was Stiles turn to frown, because he honestly hadn't thought Derek would have a problem with it. He'd thought Derek liked it even. Because wearing someone else's clothes meant that you thought they were Pack and maybe Stiles had been completely misreading this situation, but he'd sort of been thinking they were melting into one Pack. He'd probably been wrong, but then it wouldn't be the first time that had happened.
"I can tell them to stop," he said lowly, having to wait a second so that he didn't sound depressed or pissy when he said that. He wasn't sure how well he pulled it off though.
Derek shook his head slightly, the movement jostling both of their heads and for just a second Stiles couldn't help the smile that tugged up the corner of his lips. If fell off just as quickly though when he remembered what conversation they were having.
"I don't want you to," Derek muttered and it almost sounded like a confession, "My. . . Stiles my own Pack don't wear each other's clothes." He stopped and his fingers flexed a little in Stiles'. "We aren't that close. I want to be, wish we were, but we're not," and he sounded so resigned when he said that that it sort of made Stiles want to forcibly jam Scott into one of Jackson's hoodies or something. "And. . . God Stiles," Derek sounded like he was choking on his own words, "Do you have any idea what them doing that means?"
And he did. Stiles did. He knew what it meant to him at the very least. He knew that having all of their scents mingling together, becoming one solid scent and feeling of home and Pack meant everything. He knew that to him to meant to world, because it felt like everything was starting to click into place for him. To him it felt right and natural, even though it was something that was just starting out.
But he'd tell them all to stop if Derek so much as hinted at not wanting it to be so. He didn't care if it meant they had to pack their bags. He didn't care if it meant they were being knocked back about a mile when they'd gained so much ground towards becoming whatever the hell they were going to be. He'd do it, because even though he was done running from Derek, he wasn't about to force anything to happen either.
He squeezed Derek's fingers lightly, brushing a thumb over the back of Derek's hand and feeling like he wanted to shiver under the weight of Derek's gaze, even though the heat pressing against him from all sides should have been too much. It was like Derek was searching for something in his expression, like he thought Stiles was hiding away all the secrets to the universe.
Acting purely off impulse, Stiles ducked his head in and pressed a kiss to Derek's mouth, licking into the wet heat the instant Derek allowed him access. He pressed impossibly, incredibly closer, winding his fingers deeper into Derek's hair and moaning low in his throat as Derek's large hand pressed heavily against the bottom of his back. He kissed with everything he had in him, trying to pour all of the answers Derek was searching for in his expression into that one kiss, whilst at the same time trying to savour it enough in case it was going to be the last.
"Tell me what you think it means," Derek whispered, his lips brushing against Stiles' with every word.
He supposed he should have known that Derek would want the confirmation aloud. Because with what Kate had done to him, with how she'd screwed him over, Derek didn't like believing things, didn't like admitting to seeing them even if they were happening right in front of his eyes. He liked to hear the words, he liked to listen to the truth ringing through each syllable with the steady thrum of a heartbeat in his ears. Back when he'd been human – back when he hadn't really understood a thing despite thinking he knew it all – that hadn't seemed fair to Stiles. It hadn't been enough that Derek wouldn't take his word. He'd wanted Derek to trust him, had thought that Derek not accepting things that were so plain to see meant that there wasn't enough of anything to build on for a relationship.
He'd thought it meant that Derek didn't really trust him, because nine times out of ten he wouldn't accept things without them being spoken. It wasn't until he became a wolf that he started to understand that it was that one time out of all those ten that showed the most. He hadn't realised until then that the very fact that Derek was willing to trust Stiles without verbal verification at all should have told him everything.
But then Stiles hadn't been that good at seeing what was right in front of him either. He thought he was better now. He knew he was.
"I don't know what you want me to think it means," he admitted, knowing that those words could ruin everything, but not finding himself able to say anything else. He didn't want to blurt right out and say that he thought it meant they were Pack now, because it would break them further if he was wrong.
Derek lifted their entwined fingers and brushed a line underneath Stiles' eye with his fingertip before pulling back just enough to press a kiss to Stiles' knuckles. "Does it mean you're going to stay?" he asked, the words sounding like they were being punched out of him, "I want it to mean you're going to stay."
It wasn't until much later that Stiles realised the broken nose that he heard came from him, but he supposed it didn't really matter too much, because Derek's mouth swallowed the sound for the most part. He untangled their fingers so that he could push both hands into Derek's dark hair, so that he could clutch at him with both hands as he smashed their mouths together, whispering, "Yes, yes, oh fuck yes," against the other Alpha's lips every time he pulled slightly for air.
He gasped out the words, the relief he was feeling a tangible thing in the air as Derek rolled them slightly so that he was pressing Stiles down into the mattress. Stiles let his legs fall open until Derek could settle between his thighs, his hands staying locked firmly in Derek's hair whilst the other male's were trying to be everywhere at once. Stiles felt like he was on fire, Derek's fingertips burning a path into his skin as they skating down over his ribs, curved around the side of his neck as Derek thumbed as his pulse point, clutched at the skin of his back so that Derek could pull them tighter together.
Derek kept saying his name, over and over again, breathing it out in response to Stiles' yeses whenever their mouths parted long enough for it to be possible. And when the kiss finally broke and Derek's lips and tongue marked a scorching trail down the side of Stiles neck, marks being sucked into existence under rapt attention even if they faded seconds later, when that finally happened the bedroom was filled with the chanting, needy chorus of Stiles Stiles Stiles.
He was gripping Derek's hair tight enough that it probably had to be uncomfortable, but rather than complain Derek bit down teasingly on Stiles' nipple. Stiles arched up into the action at the same time as he pulled Derek closer by his hair, not even feeling like he had enough air in his lungs to properly moan.
Whatever the sound that escaped him though it seemed to amuse Derek, because he paused to look up at Stiles. His eyes were dark with lust, the pupils blown wide and the edges ringed ever so slightly with red. His hair was a mess and still scrunched up in Stiles' pale fingers, but it was that smile that really did Stiles in. Full of a dark sort of humour, but also so incredibly smug, it made Stiles feel like a teenager again, forever being slammed into walls by Derek.
"Shut the fuck up," he muttered under his breath, oddly pleased with himself when Derek laughed, pressing his face into the flesh of Stiles' chest to try and muffle the sound, raising goose bumps on the smaller man's skin.
When he next opened his mouth he meant to call Derek a smug bastard or something along those lines, just for the hell of it, but the words moulded straight into a moan somewhere on the way out because Derek chose that moment to wrap his long fingers around Stiles' throbbing length. And Stiles was choking on air, arching upwards and not even thinking he could remember how to breathe. He had his eyes closed and his entire upper body bowing up off the sheets, when suddenly his spine snapped straight again, his body lighting on fire in response to the feeling of tight wet heat engulfing his cock.
Derek looked up at him through his lashes, still managing to look smug even with his lips stretched around Stiles' cock, looking obscene and red as they shone with what Stiles instinctively knew was more pre-come than spit.
He moaned and came pretty much from that sight alone, feeling like he'd taken a roundhouse kick to the gut with the force of the pleasure that hit him as Derek pressed down further, burying his nose in Stiles' pubes as he swallowed him right down to the base. Stiles' cock twitched and pulsed and he could feel Derek's throat constricting around his length as he swallowed down everything Stiles had to give; and honestly if anyone had asked him right then, he would have said that Derek was effectively sucking his brain out through his cock. That was if he could ever had remembered how to formulate actual words, because he was pretty sure he didn't have a chance in hell of being able to say anything remotely articulate right then.
Derek pulled off just moments before he became too sensitive, crawling up the length of Stiles' body and settling over him. Propped up on his elbows, he just stared down at Stiles, his mouth looking even redder and shinier than before and Stiles couldn't help but flick his tongue out to lap up that drop of white that clung to the corner of Derek's mouth. He moaned when Derek sucked on his tongue briefly, reaching his arms around and pressing them against Derek's spine the moment he remember how to actually move them.
"What you waiting for?" Stiles asked him when Derek did nothing more than loom over him, occasionally pressing kisses against Stiles' mouth, but nothing more.
"You," Derek replied bluntly, obviously not understanding that Stiles expected this to be the moment that Derek should be starting to fuck him.
He pressed his head back into the pillows and smiled. "You do know I'll recharge faster if you just get to it, right?" he asked, feeling like he'd misunderstood something massive when Derek ducked his head and hid his face in the side of Stiles' neck. And he swore he wasn't imagining the pink tinge to Derek's cheeks when he'd moved right then.
"Derek, are you blushing?" Stiles asked, squirming a little underneath him, trying to get another look at Derek's face. He hadn't even known the big bad wolf had been capable of blushing. "Oh my God you were so blushing? What did I do? What's wrong?"
He kept trying to think back to what the hell he'd said, but he didn't know what is was that had been wrong. He frowned a little. "Did I jump the gun?" he asked, the words coming out in one massive rush like they always did when he got nervous. Although, he hadn't had a case of verbal diarrhoea quite like this since he was a teenager. "You didn't mean that you wanted to fuck did you? When you said you were waiting for me that so wasn't what you mean? Fuck, Derek. This isn't me like pressuring you or anything. If you don't want to. . . I mean that's fine. Obviously I want to fuck, but I'm not going to like try and badger you into it if you don't want to. You know I'll wait, hell I've been waiting since I was sixteen, but I mean I shouldn't have just assumed. Fuck. Just let me up okay, I'll just go and we can like restart this conversation later or something."
He pushed at Derek's chest feebly, feeling his heart sink right down past the pit of his stomach to somewhere near his feet when Derek actually pulled back. He twisted a little so that he could slide out from underneath the other Alpha, only to have the breath rush back out of his lungs when Derek grabbed him and pinned him back into place.
His mouth kept opening and closing like he was trying to find the words to explain, but had no idea what he wanted to say. He was probably just trying to think of a nice way to let Stiles down about this and it sort of made Stiles not want to look. One thing he did know though, was in this situation any hope of his hard on coming back quickly had flown out the window. He was pretty sure his balls were receding out of the pure horror of how much he'd fucked this up.
Derek's mouth opened and closed and then he actually fucked blushed again, the rush of colour to his cheeks honestly one of the most beautiful things that Stiles had ever seen even though he felt like he was about to vomit because of it.
And Derek could obviously sense the panic that was starting to boil up in Stiles' gut, because he finally managed to bring himself to look Stiles in the eye again as he reached down to slide his thumb over his cheekbone. "Stiles, that's not it," he said, sounding more nervous that Stiles could ever think he was capable of feeling, "That's not it at all." And he was still blushing. It was so fucking surreal that it made Stiles want to blurt out a hundred things at once, but by some fluke – and some definite biting down on his tongue – he managed to stay quiet.
"Stiles," Derek laughed out his name this time, sounding incredulous and Stiles wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. "Of course I want to have sex," he said eventually, "Of course I do, but. . ."
And Stiles had been waiting for that but. When Derek looked away from his eyes again, he shut his own. Fuck, he felt like he was about to be sick.
"ButIkindofwantedyoutofuckme."
"What?" his eyes flew open and he was about ninety nine per cent sure he'd heard that wrong. He had to have heard that wrong, because it sounded like. . . "What?"
The blush on Derek's cheeks darkened more, but he actually looked at Stiles this time when he admitted, "I kind of wanted you to fuck me actually." And damn if that wasn't one of the hottest things that Stiles had ever heard in his life. His mouth opened and then closed again, because he didn't even know if there were even words to justify a response to that statement.
He was pretty sure that even if he had attempted to say something right then, it wouldn't have made any sense. But then fuck, how was anyone supposed to be able to think straight with Derek Hale looking down at them with his expression so full of nervousness, that stupid, gorgeous fucking blush on his cheeks and his lips still bright red, swollen and shiny?
Stiles was good, but he wasn't that good.
Okay so already I've had some reviews saying that they don't like seeing Derek being the submissive one. Which I get. So basically if you don't want to read that, skip the next chapter since it's the only time that's going to happen and then there will be a chapter where Derek fucks Stiles. I don't know, bottom!Derek is one of my kinks and I sort of wanted to put it in here.