The woods normally creep Stiles out, something about being somewhere where no one can hear you scream(to many late night horror movie fests with Scott). However today it wasn't the case. The trees were thick with growth from the spring, providing plenty of shade for the group of teens..and Derek.

They hike for about 4 hours taking breaks every 30 or 45 minutes to rest and drink, though Stiles is sure its only for the benefit of the human in company. All the while everyone chatters amongst themselves. Boyd, Scott and Jackson constantly racing each other in circles around the others, Erica chose to hang out up front and talk with her alpha, though from the looks of it, there really wasn't much talking. Unless they had some sort of weird werewolf telepathy or yet another cool super wolf power Stiles wasn't aware of, whatever, not important.

Isaac decide hung next to Stiles, listening to him go on about his most recent finds on werewolf lore and grumbling about how he better not get stuck with Mr. Harris as home room again this year, seriously, its like the man has it out for him. He got more detentions last year then he ever has in all other years collectively. Isaac wasn't really listening though, more interested in taking in his surroundings and studying the various noises that were to faint on Stiles ears for him to really consider them. It didn't matter though, as long as Stiles was talking to someone, and not himself. Besides, he liked Isaacs company, no matter how unattended it may be. The kid had been through a lot and was the only wolf that actually knocked before swinging in through his window. A feat not even Scott could manage.

When Noon hit they arrived at a large pool of water that was connected to a nearby stream. Stiles had known about the stream but didn't realize there was a swimming hole. Derek slowed as they approached it and dropped his packs by a large oak nearby. Everyone else fallowing the motion.

"We can stop here for lunch and rest for a little while" he said in a gruff voice, sounding more like a command then a suggestion. No complaints on anyone else's part, it was only noon and the temperature must already be in the upper 80s, if not for the tree cover Stiles would have dropped an hour ago.

In an instant Scott, Jackson and Boyd rushed past, stripping off their clothes and jumping into the decently sized pond; boxer-clad. Isaac fallowed right behind them. Derek started scenting around the perimeter for any potential threats. Erica had located the bag with the food in it and started to unpack everything. Stiles went over to help.

There seemed to be 2 sandwiches and a small bag of chips for everyone as well as a bag of apples and pairs.

Derek returned and started stripping off his clothes. Stiles couldn't help but noticed the way his shirt glided up and over his well toned chest and abs, his muscled arms fling the material to the base of a tree, his jeans fallowing right after. Stiles sucked in a breath, his legs were those of gods, and if the skin tight black boxers were revealing anything so was his

"STILES!" Erica let out a quick bark, eyes fixated on stiles gaze. "If you stare any longer he might burst into flames"

"w-what, I don't know what your talking about" he replied shifting his gaze back to the food pack.

"Riiight, look, you reek of …certain things, and if you keeping going like this I'm not going to be the only one who can smell said certain things. Got it?"

"Yeah yeah, got it, right" he says, face turning a deep shade of red.

Stiles had know for awhile now that his interests were not limited to pretty redheads that smelled like strawberries and didn't have the time of day for him, they also included tall, dark, handsome, and broody werewolves who also, guess what, didn't have the time of day for him. Surprise.

The alpha in question didn't seem to notice the extra attention and jumped into the pond with the other guys, who were already locked in a heated game of Marco Polo. Which really, werewolf sense, cant be that hard to sniff out the exact location of everyone in the water. He shifts his gaze to Erica who's grinning at him with a wolfish smile.

"What?" he asked, growing a little impatient.

"Its just, I think you should go for it" Erica reveals a sly smile before bouncing up and running to join the boys in the pond. Stiles is left standing there, a little dumfounded at the female betas remark. Like he would ever have a chance with Derek freaking Hale.

Picking his jaw up off the ground he fallowed her lead and jumped into the pond with the others, earning a few giggles and snorts from the other betas due to his choice of Batman briefs.

The water was cool against his pale skin. Very refreshing from the days heat. The boys decide to pick up a game of chicken, Boyd hoisting Isaac up on his shoulders, Scott doing the same with Jackson. Erica was staying back at the edge of the pond muttering something about savages and recent manicures.

His eavesdropping was interrupted by a surprisingly playful, or maybe competitive, Derek coming up underneath his legs, lifting him out of the water on his shoulders. Dear god. His sitting on Derek Hales shoulders De-rek-Ha-les SHOULDERS. His shoulders are hard and a little uncomfortable, he feels Dereks vice like grip on his legs as he holds him in place.

This is fine and dandy and all, really it is, except this simple act of playful innocence has unlocked Stiles mind to all the places he had never let it go. Thoughts of Derek pushing him up against various hard objects, his face pressed close to Stiles. Stiles hands running over the older mans chest, feeling the definition of every inch of skin and muscle. Oh god, WHY did his thoughts have to go there, of all places and WHY did he have to be Dereks shoulders when he did. Suddenly Dereks shoulders weren't the only thing hard and uncomfortable, and if Derek had any sense to ask Stiles why there was suddenly a intrusion on the back of his neck he didn't do it quickly enough, you see, while Stiles mind was busy playing '101 ways to fuck Derek' Scott and Jackson were sneaking up behind them, Jackson giving stiles a good enough shove to send him toppling into the water, Derek stumbling himself.

It was all real quick, and Stiles begins to wonder if Derek had even noticed Stiles little problem before the dynamic duo that is Jackson and Scott struck.

Stiles chose to drag himself out of the water and back to the bags, finding a towel and wrapping it around his waist to hide any hint that he was hard as a rock.

He plopped down on a large grass covered area next to Erica and settled to watch as the boys game of chicken broke out into a full blow water wrestling match, with it being Derek VS all. Derek, of course, winning.

After 45 minutes of everyone drying off and resting they had finally slipped back into their clothes and pick up the bags. They set off in the opposite direction of which they came. The sun was still high in the sky though, it could only have been about 2 o'clock.