What Are We Supposed To Be?

CH 2

Dean woke up to his cell phone buzzing on the night stand. He turned to see Stiles was next to him, passed out from their previous coupling, breathing gently.

He put on some sweats and a t-shirt and headed down stairs checking his phone as he went. He entered the kitchen and found Derek eating a slice of pizza while reading a magazine.

"Dude, how can you eat that" Dean frowned pointing to the slice of Hawaiian pizza.

"It's good." Derek responded simply. Dean opened the fridge and pulled out two beers, he handed one to his brother and opened the other with a quick twist.

"Sorry about before" Derek apologized taking a swig of his beer.

"Ah no worries. Nothing you haven't seen before" Dean smirked. "So what's going on?"

Derek shrugged. "Just wanted to lay low over the break."

Dean nodded. "How's training going?"

"Good, coach said there would be scouts coming in the next season, so just putting in as much work as possible."

"So you and what's her name, Amber broke up?'

Derek nodded, not even wanting to mention that her name was Ashley. The name alone made him sad. Going to Cabo with their friends, seeing her everyday would have been unbearable. He just wanted to sleep through the next few weeks and get back to training. Something he was good at. Something he could work at. Something that wouldn't tell him they were moving too fast, needed space, and wanted time alone. Dean's phone buzzed loudly snapping Derek out of his thoughts. He watched as Dean picked it up and smiled with a nod. "Dude Trey's having this huge party in Stony Brook, we're going!"

"Nah I'm good"

"Dude, you're a free man! Players gotta play! Come on!"

"What about Stiles?" Derek nodded towards the stairs.

"He'll be fine, we'll be back before morning. I tired him out real good." Dean continued with a wink. "Come on bro! They'll be ladies galore! You won't even remember Anna after this one! His house has two pools and a golf course, everyone's going."

Derek shook his head. "I'm really tired; just want to pass out here."

Dean frowned "Alright little bro. Your loss." He tossed the empty beer bottle into the trash can and held out his fist. "Give me a bump." Derek bumped fists with him and Dean was out the door. A moment later, the sound of Dean's sports car roaring into the night met his ears.

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Stiles woke up in complete darkness. He took a moment to get his bearings, remembering that he was in Dean's bed and not in his own. He reached over to a cold space and turned to find his boyfriend's side of the bed had been vacated.

He got up with a groan and got into his jeans and t-shirt, shivering at how cold the Hale house was. Dean had a high body temperature, often feeling like a human toaster at night so he assumed the rest of his family also liked keeping their house cold.

As Stiles slid downstairs, he heard the TV on in the den and ventured down to the basement. As he entered he froze, Derek was seated in the dark watching a baseball game, a tub of ice cream in hand. Stiles was glad that it was dark, a blush creeping into his cheeks, remembering how Derek had first seen him, squirming against his boyfriend, ass out for the world to see.

Derek turned to see Stiles edging in "Hey there." Derek couldn't help but stare at the way Stiles' t-shirt clung to his body, two pointed nipples making an appearance. The guy was adorable as fuck.

"Hey." Stiles murmured taking a seat on the massive couch. "Sorry about before." Stiles offered.

"No, it's totally my fault. I saw Dean's car outside. Should have knocked or something."

Stiles shrugged apologetically.

"Though I haven't seen the moon out so early in the day." Derek finished with a grin.

Stiles bit back an embarrassed smile, blushing furiously. "Oh my god." He muttered, sinking into the couch.

Derek couldn't help laugh. Where did that come from? He wasn't used to making jokes, especially with someone he barely knew. He watched as the Stiles licked his lips, his cheeks flushed. Damn, Dean knew how to pick them, that was for sure.

"Who's playing?" Stiles asked, bringing Derek back to reality.

"Just some college teams."

"You really like baseball huh?"

"Yeah. I'm on scholarship at ASU." Derek responded.

"Wow, a family of athletes." Stiles nodded.

"You play any sports?'

Stiles shook his head. "I played lacrosse in high school but I sucked."

"I'm sure you were good"

'The best benchwarmer Beacon Hills High had ever seen."

"Well if you ever want to throw some balls with me, let me know."

Stiles smiled.

"Yea?"

"Yeah."

Cool.

Derek stared back at the game. What the, he barely knew the kid.

"So why are you all alone on a Saturday?" Stiles asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

"I broke up with my girlfriend. Well she broke up with me and I decided not to go to Cabo for spring break."

"Wow I'm sorry."

"Yeah me too. I even asked her to move in."

'Oh." Stiles responded wondering who in their right mind would say no to someone like Derek.

"She said it was going too fast and she needed space."

Stiles winced. Those were the universal words of a break up. It basically meant 'I've found someone better and I'm not interested in you anymore.'

"Her loss." Stiles blurted out, blushing as he realized what he said.

Derek smiled, he hadn't talked about the break up with anyone, not even his team mates. He felt weirdly comfortable with Stiles, like he could tell him his deepest, darkest, secrets and Stiles wouldn't judge him for it. It was strange.

"I mean, you seem like a great guy." Stiles rambled, trying to cover up his embarrassing statement.

"Well thanks man." Derek nodded, watching as Stiles curled up around himself shivering.

"Oh are you cold?"

"Uh yeah. Your house is like an ice box" Stiles chattered quietly.

Derek went to a cupboard near the pool table and pulled out a large patchwork quilt. He unfolded it and laid it across Stiles, putting the remaining portion over his lap. Stiles acted like the comforting sign was just Derek being polite, but inside his heart fluttered.

"Better?'

"Yeah, this feels like a hug" Stiles breathed, thankful for the warmth. Derek broke out in a smile that made him look like an idiot. Stiles responded with a toothy smile of his own.

What the.

"Ice cream?" Derek asked holding out the tub. "Hold on." Derek bounded up the stairs and returned with an extra spoon. He sat down closer to Stiles, spoon and tub in hand.

"Thanks."

Stiles took the tub and spooned some creamy goodness into his mouth, Derek watching him from the corner of his eye acting like he was paying attention to the game.

"Wow this is really good and it's the fatty kind, not that low fat crap. Rum Raisin is my favorite."

"No way."

"Well ice cream is my favorite; the flavors are just additional awesomeness."

Derek smiled again. He wondered what else Stiles liked, and what he did for fun. He wondered what Stiles was like in bed. Wait. No. Bad Derek.

"Were you the one who ordered the Hawaiian?" Derek inquired, trying to take his mind off bad things.

Stiles nodded.

"I love that."

"Right? No one seems to like it, it tastes awesome." Stiles stated, justifying his choice of pizza topping.

"You got my vote." Derek remembered. "Oh, Dean said he would be back in the morning to take you home."

"Oh ok" Stiles responded, feeling guilty that he hadn't even asked where his boyfriend was. "Where did he go?"

"He went to meet some friends from the team" Derek embellished. He didn't want to hurt the kid's feelings by telling him that his supposed boyfriend was partying it up with several sexy coeds. Stiles nodded.

"He could have told me before he left." Stiles lamented scooping into the tub.

"Well you know how Dean is." Derek rationalized.

"Yeah, don't I ever."

Stiles handed back the tub, his finger making contact with Derek's warm hand.

"Done already?"

"Yeah, I'm going to be bouncing off the walls if I don't stop."

'I'm sure you're tons of fun though." Derek offered with a grin.

"Be careful what you wish for." Stiles replied with a smirk.

The two focused back on the game, neither of them paying any real attention to what was going on. The warmth of the blanket soon got the best of Stiles and he was off dreaming.

Stiles awoke hours later, to the sound of an early morning infomercial, in the warm embrace of two strong arms. He gave a content sigh and snuggled back against the warmth, feeling the coarse hairs brush against neck. The body behind him relaxed, pulling him in closer.

"You feel so good babe" Derek's voice muttered behind him.

Stiles' eyes flew open. He turned in shock to see Derek fast asleep, cradling him like he was the most precious thing in the world. His heart beating rapidly, Stiles extricated himself from his boyfriend's brother's grip and made his way upstairs. "Fuck fuck fuck." He whispered as he closed the door to Dean's room. He felt so guilty. It had felt so right.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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