What Are We Supposed To Be?
CH 4
Notes: Ok my dear readers, this story will soon go into a higher rating because yes, as you all guessed Stiles/Derek will get it on (yay!). Also there some feels in here. Be warned….
Derek helped dump the duffle bags full of Stiles' clothing on the floor of the laundry room. Stiles stared at a particularly heavy black duffle. "This one's not mine. It's Dean's."
"I can take it back to the house." Derek offered helpfully.
"No it's fine; I'll just run it after mine, thanks for helping." Stiles nodded with a smile, looking adorable in the afternoon light.
"Sure" Derek responded smiling like a madman.
"Do you smile often?" Stiles asked with a grin.
"Why?"
"You kinda look like a serial killer" Stiles joked staring at the man's bushy eyebrows and dark eyes. If he wasn't so sexy, he would be kinda scary in the night time.
Derek frowned. "Ok I won't smile then."
"No no! Please. You look great" Stile back tracked.
"Yeah like Jeffrey Dahmer." Derek finished his eyes narrowing.
"No like Derek Hale." Stiles laughed. "The serial killer."
"Smart ass." Derek muttered trying to shut the door on him.
"Hey. What the." Stile pushed back. "Hey you're gonna snap my arms of!" Stiles wailed as Derek applied pressure.
"Serves your right!"
Stiles tried not to laugh. "Some one's touchy."
"Shut up."
The two pushed against the door until Derek heard a crack. The two stopped immediately.
"Ah man. I hope we didn't break it." Stiles grimaced.
Derek surveyed the door. "It looks alright."
Stiles shook his head."Someone doesn't know their own strength." Derek shoved him playfully.
"It was your fault."
"Was not!"
"You made fun of me."
"Aww. Did I hurt your feelings?" Stiles echoed giving him the most convincing puppy dog eyes he'd ever seen before giggling.
"Shut up." Derek scowled.
Stiles laughed manically as he jogged away from him. He stopped and turned. "Sorry." Stiles said softly tugging on Derek's arm.
"Apology accepted." Derek responded quietly. Stiles gave him one of his smiles, his eyes twinkling like two raisins in the sun. Derek's heart jumped. What was it about this kid?
"Let's go to my room. I need to change." Stiles grimaced smelling his t-shirt before running up the stairs. Derek followed until he was led to Stiles' room. He took a look around as stiles jumbled through his closet and unabashedly began changing. Right in front of him.
"Man, fresh clothes. Finally." Stiles muttered thankfully. Derek turned away trying not to look when he saw Stiles' back and how his boxer briefs highlighted the curve of his ass.
Instead he turned his attention to some pictures on a shelf. He stared at one picture in a gold frame, a young stiles laughing in the arms of a pretty women. Her eyes the same honey brown as his.
"Is this your mom?" Derek asked turning, relieved that Stiles had on some pants.
"Yeah. "He nodded walking towards the picture with a fond look on his face. "She passed away when I was younger."
Derek nodded.
"Mine did too."
"I'm sorry" Stiles murmured.
"Yeah. My uncle took Dean and I to the zoo one day and my parents stayed home with Laura, she was sick with a really bad flu. When we came back the whole apartment building was on fire."
"Oh my god."
Derek nodded. "I was only four. Dean was older. It was really hard for him."
"That explains a lot" Stiles whispered.
"Yeah, Dean takes every day like it's his last." Derek explained. The two stood in silence for a moment not knowing what to say. Stiles spoke.
"How did you get over it?" Stiles asked quietly.
"I didn't." Derek spoke looking away. "I just accepted it."
Derek felt two arms folding around him. He felt Stiles' breath on his chest.
"Sorry."
"I'm sorry too." Derek spoke, wrapping his arms around Stiles.
"Thanks for listening." Derek whispered feeling his body relax. He hadn't even talked to Ashley about how he had felt about it. He barely knew Stiles but it was so easy to talk to him. Dean really was a fool.
Stiles slowly moved away and began cleaning his room.
"What were they like?" he asked.
"They were awesome, you would have liked them. They loved traveling. I have this picture of us when I was barely able to walk in front of the leaning tower of Pisa."
"Man that's awesome. I read that it leans 1.2 millimeters more each year." Stiles offered.
"OK encyclopedia Britannica."
"Dude who reads encyclopedias, it's called Wikipedia?" Stiles threw him a 'why you so old?' glance
"Shut up." Derek snorted, folding his arms.
"Make me." Stiles challenged, puffing out his chest with a smirk.
Oh I'll make you alright; I'll put my mouth on yours till you pass out Derek thought.
"I really want to travel through Europe." Stiles continued changing topics.
"Yeah?" Derek watched him, the kid was super smart and even though he seemed shy, Derek could tell that he really thought about things.
"Yeah. One day."
Derek nodded.
"Hey wanna watch a movie?" Stiles questioned, surveying his room and satisfied that it looked acceptable.
"Sure." Derek responded.
"Unless you need to go?" Stiles turned to survey him.
"No. I'm all yours." Derek responded inwardly cringing at the context.
"Cool" Stiles smirked.
What the.
Derek didn't even realize he was flirting. It was so easy, no weird pauses, just laughing and silly faces. Derek seemed to be smiling nonstop and Stiles was responding with adorable smirks of his own. It was natural.
Derek didn't know what to make of it. But he liked it. A lot.
The two sat in front of the TV in the living room watching some gory horror flick that Stiles, of course, had insisted upon. Derek sat comfortably close to Stiles but enough to where it seemed like two friends were watching a film. Nothing else.
Suddenly a white kernel buzzed past him.
"Stiles. Did you just throw popcorn at me?"
"Nope I was watching the movie" Stiles replied, eyes glued to the TV, his expression set in a firm poker face.
"Uh huh." Derek muttered, the corners of his mouth turning in a smile.
A moment later when he had started paying attention to the movie, another kernel of popcorn bounced off his nose.
"Stiles"
"Yeah?"
"Stop." Derek continued in a playful growl.
"Stop what?" Stiles continued, his voice trying to hide a laugh.
A moment later another piece.
"One more time" Derek warned.
"One more what?"
Another kernel bounced off his chin
"Ok that's it."
Derek launched himself at stiles toppling the bucket of popcorn off his lap. The two were quickly play wrestling on the ground laughing. Stiles let out a surprised shriek.
"You brute! You're like a semi truck." Stiles squawked trying to get away.
"You asked for it." Derek replied trying to sound menacing as he pinned the younger man down.
Derek grabbed a handful of popcorn and crushed it against Stiles' head, leaving tiny pieces of corn in his buzzed hair.
"Hey! Not cool."
Stiles quickly grabbed a handful of his own but Derek quickly intercepted, grabbed his wrist. Stiles brought his teeth to Derek's hand attempting to bite it, Derek froze, watching Stiles' lips about to make contact with his skin ignoring the split second where Stiles faked him out and shoved a handful from his other hand under his shirt, smearing it across his stomach.
"Stiles. You little!" Derek shouted.
Stiles laughed evilly. "Gotcha!"
Derek grimaced but started laughing too. He couldn't remember the last time he had laughed like that. Stiles somehow managed to roll on top of Derek, their chests heaving in unison. Stiles' smile quickly faded and he adjusted himself, taking his hands off Derek's chest.
"Wow you're really solid." Stiles whispered trying to ignore Derek's hands firmly holding him by the waist.
Derek could feel the swell of Stiles' ass on his crotch as he dismounted slowly. He felt his pulse rise. Stiles looked flushed. He stood. Was Stiles hard?
Stiles brushed the popcorn out of his forehead, his blush slowly fading. "Hey I'm going to get a drink, do you want something?"
"Yeah, water would be great."
"Sure." Stiles stood and hurried to the counter, was Derek grinding against him a moment ago? Oh my God.
"So I'm going to go throw some baseballs tomorrow, do you know of any good places?" Derek asked from the living room.
"Yeah, the high school, duh."
Derek nodded appearing at the kitchen doorway.
"What. You don't remember the high school you went to?" Stiles asked with a look on his face.
"Not really. It was a blur. I was in a daily routine of school, homework, baseball. That's all I did." Derek lamented, remembering that both he and Dean had to set their childhoods aside so they could get into college on scholarship. Their uncle Peter had put all of the life insurance money into long term investments so that they would have something to live off when they began their own lives. If he was really being honest, high school graduation had been a relief. It would be interesting to see Beacon Hills High. So yeah, it was a date. Wait. Not like that.
"You didn't have a girlfriend back then?" Stiles asked, hoping he didn't sound weird.
"No, not really. I did date this one chick, but she was crazy. She set my car on fire."
"Wow."
"Yeah".
"Wait, was it Kate Argent?" Stiles asked in awe.
"Yeah" Derek said frowning. He didn't like that Stiles knew Kate Argent.
"She didn't do anything to you did she?" Derek continued closing the space between them.
"What? No. I've just heard of her. Her niece is dating my best friend."
"Stiles." Derek admonished taking hold of the boy's shoulders.
"No Allison's cool, actually she's really helped Scott out a lot." Stiles noticed how Derek was staring at him, a worried look plastered over his face.
"Well anyway. Kate Argent was sent to a mental institution a few years ago. She tried to start a forest fire because she claimed she saw werewolves."
Derek dry swallowed. "Stiles you didn't go near her did you?"
"No dude, I didn't even know her. My dad just told me, well I saw one of the files on her. She was nuts."
Derek nodded, forcing himself to calm down. He didn't want anything happening to his new….friend. Kate had almost thrown him off track and he was glad when she had set his car on fire and disappeared.
"Back to the movie serial killer Derek Hale." Stiles chuckled grabbing Derek by the hand.
"Stiles."
"Ok ok, I'll think of a better nickname for you." Stiles smirked.
They were already at the pet name stage? What even?
"Fine. Well I'll think of something really embarrassing for you then" Derek retorted.
"Yeah good luck with that" Stiles spoke with a superior smile on his stupidly adorable face. "I am unembarrassable."
"That's not even a word" Derek snided.
"Uh huh." Stiles continued unfazed.
This kid was going to be the death of him, he just knew it.
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The moon hung low in the night sky as Derek drove home at 3 in the morning, humming along to some annoying over played song on the radio. He had plans with stiles to throw baseballs at beacon hills high, he felt weirdly nervous but incredibly happy. He didn't even notice the smile that had taken permanent lodging in his face while he thought about things.
Today was a good day.
Notes II: um Stiles, what happened to Dean? You didn't even text him once! And Derek, you haven't even thought of Ashley. Awkward!