Stiles felt like his old self again the next day – only better. He jumped out of bed as soon as he heard the alarm, grinning as he remembered last night, doing a little dance to himself while he plugged his iPhone into the dock, flooding the apartment with blasting music. Emptying his bladder before jumping his shower, he sung along as she lathered himself in shampoo, creating a white coating all over his hair and body whilst using the shower head as a microphone. Hopping out of the shower with a flourish, wrapping a towel around his waste, Stiles smiled to himself in the mirror. Derek Hale liked him, kissed him, held his hands, held him. It all just seemed too good to be true. He had always thought Derek was hot, but the feelings he had for him now went beyond that. When he woke up in his bed he just wanted a night of carnal lust with the man, but it had progressed so far beyond that in the past week that it was almost surreal. Spitting out a last wad of toothpaste and swilling his mouth with cold water, Stiles headed back into the living room, grabbing his phone from the pocket of Derek's hoody, which he put on over his bare torso.
'Want to do something today?' - 11:27AM. He was so glad he finally had a day off from school, a chance to get the sleep in he loved. If he could he would sleep till noon every day, but school got in the way of his desire for slumber.
'Have you just woke up? Ive been looking at apartments since 8 – next stop your building. Meet me downstairs in ten minutes.' - 11:39AM. Smiling to himself, Stiles dried off his legs and began rooting through boxes for some clean clothes. He had hardly any left at all. Thankfully he found some underwear and on odd pair of socks at the bottom of a box full of DVD's, jeans were fine – he had been wearing the same ones for a week now, but he always did. A t shirt was harder to find, every one of them smelt a little off. Stiles wasn't a sweaty person or anything, but he didn't want to be walking around in a shirt he had already worn, or one that was all crumpled from the floor. With a shrug he decided to just leave Derek's hoody on without a t shirt. He zipped it almost all the way up, wincing as the zip got caught on the skin of his neck, before running downstairs to meet Derek.
Derek's real estate agent was a well kept woman in her late fifties, who shuffled into the building with tiny steps, careful not to get anything on her white suit.
"Hey!" Stiles shouted, his face lighting up when he saw Derek strolling in behind her, looking around the foyer.
"Hi." Derek gave him a smile, his eyes and features softening as he looked down slightly, admiring Stiles' brown eyes. He gave his hand a quick squeeze before following the woman to the elevator, his hand snaking around Stiles waist as stepped in with him.
"This is a wonderful apartment – your friends suggestion, right?" She nodded at Stiles briefly. "Good choice, there's one full studio here for sale – messy divorce. Oak floors, gorgeous windows, high ceilings, even has a fireplace." She stepped forward as the elevator ground to a halt on the sixteenth floor, waiting for the ping of the doors. There was the tiniest hallway awaiting them, it could only just fit the three of them in. Stiles and Derek had to lean back a little so she had enough light to insert the key into the centre lock of a huge wooden door, which swung open after her fourth attempt.
"Holy shit." Stiles said, his mouth dropping as he looked around the huge apartment. It was all one room, minus the bathroom, and stretched from one side of the building to another, taking up the entire North section. "This must be about thirty times the size of mine." Stiles mused as he walked around slowly.
"Now you may just see a blank canvas, but just think what a masterpiece you could create." She was true about it being a blank canvas, the room was huge and white, with steel pillars running down the centre of it to support the weight of the floor above.
"I can't really see what I'm meant to be imagining..." Derek told the both of them as he walked around, his eyes mainly focused on the view. Of course, the agent picked up on it.
"The view is really the best part, as you see you have an amazing scene of downtown, the towers of the financial district visible over there -" She pointed towards the skyscrapers in the distance, "- and if you look over here you have all of the Meat Packing District spread out before you, even a glimpse of Jersey over there." She pointed across the river, smiling smugly.
"It's really nice though." Stiles conceded, walking from one end to the other. At the top end of the room was the kitchen, a series of plain white counters with black marble tops, with gaping spaces where the fridge and oven had been ripped out.
"Just imagine a dining room here -" She gestured to the blank space beside the kitchen worktops, "- Then here would be your living area, perhaps mount a television over the fireplace, a few couches and the like -" She crossed the room a little further, standing next to one of the rooms five steel supports, "- Then here, you could maybe set up some Chinese screens to block off space for the bedroom, a perfect place with the bathroom right there." She pointed into the distance, where a closed door led in the bathroom. Derek went and took a look at it, nodding his approval as he emerged two minutes later.
"Do you like it, Stiles?" Derek asked, turning to him with an odd expression on his face. Stiles wondered why he was asking him, this didn't seem like a normal question between friends – or were they boyfriends now? There was a real search for an answer in his question, as if Stiles' opinion could sway Derek's choice of apartment exponentially.
"Well yeah! It's huge, and this a great area. And I'm downstairs." He added the last clause with a smirk, only half jokingly. "Well -" he continued, after seeing Derek still looking unsure, "- it's your choice, you're the one whose gonna be living here after all, but if it was me I'd buy it. Cos you know, it's just nice, I already said that, right?" Stiles gave him a smile before he turned his eyes back to the apartment, looking up at the high ceilings and huge windows with a guilty pang of envy.
"I'll think about it and get back to you, but I think I'm moving towards a yes." Derek said as he turned to the real estate agent, nodding his head curtly.
"Well, just know there's a few interested buyers, not as many as the owners would have liked – hence the price slash, but I have a good relationship with their agent, I think I can get you maybe ten, possibly fifteen percent lower than the asking price." She said with a self confident smile before heading to the door, holding it open for them, Derek walking quietly behind Stiles, who didn't realise Derek's eyes were checking out his ass.
Stiles was leant against the main door of the building, watching Derek as he muttered a few last words to the agent before hailing her a cab.
"What?" Derek asked, smiling at Stiles with an inquisitive expression, heading back towards the building.
"Just thinking about how hot you are." Stiles replied boldly.
"Well I already knew you thought I was hot." Derek told him, smiling as he wrapped his hands around his waist, loving the feeling that spread through his body as Stiles did the same to him. He moved in closer, lips meeting Stiles' as they kissed for the second time. It was longer this time, more intense, Stiles' hands roved up and down Derek's broad, muscular back, wishing the leather jacket and t shirt weren't preventing him from getting his hands on his skin. Derek put his own hands under Stiles' – or his own – hoody, pulling away from the kiss for a second in shock at the bare skin beneath.
"Forgot your shirt?" He laughed.
"Mm hmm." Stiles laughed, his lips turning up as he smiled during their kiss, which was getting hotter and heavier every second. Derek's hands were now roving around under his shirt, exploring the contours of Stiles' back, brushing over moles, touching hidden muscles under his skin.
"What do -" Derek began to ask, unable to finish as Stiles, unhappy that Derek had broke off the kiss, came back for more. "- you want to do -" His words were lost again as Stiles' mouth hit his own, himself unable to push him away "-today?" He finally got out before clashing lips with Stiles once more, his tongue fighting the younger boys for the upper hand, his hands roaming higher and higher under the hoody, now exploring every one of Stiles' ribs.
"Um -" Two loud, deliberate coughs from behind Stiles jolted the two of them from their make-out session, drawing apart as they let one of the residents pass onto the street, both laughing.
"Come on. I'm hungry." Stiles dragged Derek into the building, practically jogging up the six flights of stairs, his hand entwined with Derek's.
"Still haven't cleaned?" Derek muttered as he followed Stiles inside, thinking how tiny it was compared to the one they had just seen, the one he was seriously considering making an offer on. Stiles looked up and down the room – not much of an effort, it was so small – and began kicking all his clothes into the corner. Five minutes later an enormous pile of dirty garments was stacked at the bottom of his mixture of empty and half-unpacked boxes.
"There! Clean! Happy now?" Stiles smirked, moving in for another kiss.
"No. Go make us something to eat. Do you have a black bag?" Derek asked as he surveyed the mess, looking only slightly better now that it didn't coat the entire floor.
"Uh – yeah." Derek caught the roll of plastic bags as Stiles threw them across the room, rooting through his cupboards for something to eat. Turning around to put some bread in the toaster, which was on the island, Stiles saw Derek loading up all the clothes into three black bags, which were bulging under the weight.
"You're a born housewife – who knew?" Stiles joked, sticking his tongue out in reply to Derek's middle finger.
"Yeah? Well I'd rather be a housewife than a slob." Derek jested as he tied off the bags and piled them up in the corner of the room. "We can take these to the laundry later." He continued, leaning over the counter and stealing a bite out of Stiles' toast.
"Hands off. Don't you prefer the taste of human flesh anyway?" Stiles joked as he slotted in Derek's bread to be toasted.
"I think I would compared to the meals you eat." Derek peered into Stiles' trash, seeing a multitude of toast crusts and empty ready meal boxes. "Do you eat anything that actually tastes good?"
"What's wrong with toast?" Questioned Stiles through a mouth full of toast, crumbs all over his face.
"You know, I can cook." Derek said nonchalantly, not looking at Stiles.
He couldn't contain a laugh, "You can clean and cook? You'll make a great wife, hunnie."
"Forget it." Derek said, looking at Stiles sheepishly.
"Well I'm full, but you can cook for me later." Stiles squeezed Derek's shoulder as he headed towards the window, feeling him relax as soon as he placed his palm on the muscles. Picking up his phone from the windowsill, Stiles read the text he had just heard vibrate.
'You still coming tonight? Havent heard from you so I guess it went well with derek. I want details!' - 12:45PM.
"Shit, shit, shit. Maybe your cooking will have to wait." He held up his phone in exasperation, "I was invited to some charity thing at Emily's by her mom, so I kind of have to go." Stiles shrugged apologetically.
"It can be something for you to look forward too." Derek replied, looking over Stiles long, lean body as he stood texting a reply to Emily. He wanted to have sex with him, now, to rip his clothes off, take him into the bedroom and show him that just because he was showing his feelings didn't mean he couldn't go back to his carnality in the bedroom. His thoughts manifested in his mouth, with began turning up in a snarl, a growl escaping his lips.
"You're not gonna eat me, are you?" Stiles half jested, a little worried.
"I want to eat you up." Derek crossed the room, wrapping his thick arms around Stiles, who dropped his phone onto the chair and wrapped his own around Derek's neck. Emerging from their make out session - which had somehow ended up with Stiles laid back in his chair, Derek on top of him – five minutes later, Stiles had to catch his breath, they barely came up for air when their lips were locked together.
"Can I at least finish my breakfast first?" Stiles asked with a lopsided grin.
Two hours and two and a half episodes of Bones later, Stiles was sprawled out in bed with his head on Derek's chest, one hand stroking Derek's ripped stomach underneath his t shirt, the other feeding popcorn to himself.
"I just don't get how she can look at the bones and know that shit though. This stuff can't be real – I mean all the skeletons look the freaking same." Stiles ranted as Emily Deschanel determined the origin of her latest victims bones. "Oh he's visually impaired – good analysis Temperance, he's got a glass eye!" Stiles shouted at the screen, laughing to himself. "What kind of name is Temperance anyway, and Seeley? This show had stupid name guys or writers or whoever comes up with that stuff," He continued between mouthfuls of butter coated popcorn, "do you think Seeley's good looking?" Stiles asked, turning his head to Derek, who was looking down at Stiles, more interested in just listening to his rambling than the actual show.
"Not my type." He replied, trying to kiss Stiles but finding their positions didn't really allow for good access – neither of their necks were that flexible, and neither wanted to move from their extremely comfortable positions.
An hour later, their disc finished, Stiles was half sat, half laid, on top of Derek, their tongues once again fighting. Stiles' jacket had been thrown to the side, along with Derek's, though he still had his t shirt on while Stiles was exposed. Stiles wasn't shy, especially now he knew how Derek felt about him, and he kind of got a kick out of teasing him by being shirtless. The feeling of Derek's entire arms on him, finally out of leather, was turning Stiles on like crazy, his dick hard inside his jeans, veering painfully down his left leg. Their crotches kept rubbing together as they kissed, eliciting moans every now and then from both of them, especially with Derek's hands moving all over Stiles' body, brushing against his nipples, running across his abdomen, pawing at the small of his back, even delving a little beyond the waistline of his jeans and grabbing the top of his rounded ass. Derek loved Stiles being on top, but he couldn't handle it for too long, and with a groan he threw him off, switching positions so he was astride instead, his muscular legs parted on either side of Stiles, his hands free to explore the front of his body in more detail. His own lips left Stiles' – who moaned in anguish, he wanted them on him forever – and moved down to his neck, kissing, biting, sucking on the smooth flesh. He gnawed at his collarbone as he lowered himself further, his pelvis thrusting out, grinding his own hard member against Stiles' through the layers of denim and cotton that covered their bottom halves. Stiles groaned unashamedly, his moans only serving to make Derek even hornier, especially when Stiles reached over and grabbed the shoulders of Derek's t shirt and tugged.
He extended his arms in response, letting Stiles pull the white fabric off his body, looking up at Stiles from under his dark brows, his breath ragged. Derek continued his descent - kissing every inch of his chest, the bones slightly visible beneath the small muscles of his pectorals – until he reached his nipples. Kissing all around the hard, pink circle while grinding against him and stroking up and down the sides of his body with his hands, Derek took it into his mouth, sucking hard until he heard Stiles groan in appreciation.
"Fuck." Stiles groaned, fearing he might blow his load at any minute, especially when Derek moved across to the right nipple, doing the same as he did for the left, but this time biting down very slightly before he moved downward yet again.
Derek kissed his ribs, one hand now stroking Stiles' jawline, before he reached Stiles' happy trail, the line of dark hair running from his belly button down into his jeans.
"You are perfect." He muttered, his words almost unheard through Stiles' moans and his own kissing noises. He kissed around the little hole in Stiles belly, eliciting a tiny giggle, before he moved to his trail, loving how it felt against his face as he moved across to the hipbones, which jutted out because he was arching his back to meet Derek's grinding motions. He had undone one of four buttons on Stiles' jeans, burying his face into pubic hair that came forward to greet him. Two buttons, and Stiles was practically ready to explode, his body felt like it was on fire, three buttons, and the base of Stiles cock was almost visible, tantalizingly close to Derek's lips, which were now bruised and plump from all the biting Stiles had been doing to them. Derek looked up at Stiles, his eyes dark and hungry, he wanted Stiles.
"Don't stop Derek." Stiles pleaded, his hips circling as he anticipated what would come next. Derek smiled up at him, a true smile, before he returned to his kissing, his hands now stroking Stiles' thighs, every now and then brushing against his extended length through the left leg of his jeans, getting a huge groan from Stiles. Derek popped open the fourth button and quickly moved to take his jeans off. The underwear which he had dragged down with the opening of every new button sprung back into place, though it was tight boxer briefs, leaving the extent of Stiles' arousal very clear. Derek growled, a carnal sound of lust, but didn't go back up immediately, instead exploring Stiles' legs; the many taut muscles in his calves and thighs from years of jogging and lacrosse, loving the way a line appeared down the side of his thigh when Derek lifted his leg, kissing it all the way back up to his waist, then across his belly, feeling the muscles tensing in anticipation. Derek slowly peeled down the boxers from either side, still kissing his way down as he did. As Stiles' cock was freed from its prison it sprung up and hit Derek in the face, both of them laughed, but it was soon replaced by Stiles' moans as he licked the head of his member, loving how horny he made Stiles. Derek widened his mouth around its girth so he could take the impressive thing into his mouth, Stiles' hands kneading through his hair, tugging a little as he felt the wet expanse of Derek's mouth descending over him, taking him in.
"Oh, holy shit." Stiles groaned, his eyes screwed up tightly in pleasure as Derek started sucking on the head of his cock again, licking, sucking, his pace quickening, head bopping up and down as Stiles whimpered above him.
"Oh fuck, get off, I'm gonna cum." Stiles blurted out, not wanting to cum into Derek's mouth as he felt his abdomen tensing, the orgasm beginning to wash over him. But Derek made no move to get off, he just sucked harder, and as Stiles exploded inside his mouth he kept on going, drawing out Stiles' orgasm as he moaned above him, his body arching forward, all his muscles tensing and his brain shutting down for a few seconds as he basked in the best orgasm he had ever had. Derek swallowed every drop that Stiles spurted into his throat, loving the new experience and wanting to experience it fully.
"Jesus. Fucking hell." Stiles panted as Derek planted a kiss on his neck, sucking hard. "That was amazing." Stiles stroked Derek's flushed face before kissing him, tasting himself on his tongue.
"For me too." Derek replied with an unguarded grin, loving how Stiles had been putty in his hands, loving exploring every inch of his beautiful body, loving bringing him to what was clearly an amazing orgasm. Stiles wanted to return the favour, to explore Derek's body, to take his cock in his mouth, but he was so relaxed that he could hardly move. He was completely spent, and was grateful when Derek rolled him onto his side, extending one arm under Stiles' neck and wrapping the other around his waist, his hand resting against his stomach, their legs a messy tangle of limbs. They both fell asleep with smiles on their faces.