What Are We Supposed To Be?
CH 7
Notes: Some character development and setup.
Derek watched as Stiles contemplated answering the phone. "Tell him your busy" Derek rasped, scratching his chest. He reached over and pulled Stiles into his arms.
"Hey stop that" Stiles smirked as Derek peppered him with kisses. "Hello" he answered, trying not to groan when Derek bit him playfully.
"Hey dude, what you up to?" Scott's voice came through the receiver.
"Nothing. Just woke up from a nap, thanks to you."
"Oh sorry man. Where were you yesterday? I called like four times."
"Three times."
"Whatever. What were you doing?"
"Uh. Just hanging out with Derek" Stiles spoke plainly.
"Who's Derek?"Scott asked in confusion.
"Dean's brother."
"Wow. You mean Derek Hale, the baseball star?" Scott finalized.
"Yeah."
"What's he doing back?" Scott continued in an inquiring tone.
"I dunno Scott, he has spring break just like everyone else." Stiles provided quietly.
"What's he like?" Scott prodded, now seemingly fascinated with the conversation.
"He's cool." Stiles responded feeling awkward, especially since Derek had started snuggling against him and making very suggestive movements.
"Yeah? I heard he has a nasty temper."
"Says who?" Stiles stilled, causing Derek to give him an inquiring bite in response.
"One of Allison's friends who goes to the same school as him said that he threw a baseball bat at a referee once when he thought it was a bad call."
"Oh." Stiles muttered, trying to sound unaffected, though Derek made an irritated grunt from behind him. Stiles grimaced as he knew Scott had heard the sound.
"Is there someone there with you?" Scott asked. Stiles thought for a moment, trying to determine what to say. He finally chose the simple truth was the best approach.
"Yeah Derek's here. He's sleeping downstairs." Stiles winced feeling layers of guilt rise upon him.
"Oh. Okay." Scott responded in a confused tone. "Why?" Stiles couldn't help feeling that his best friend sounded jealous. Sleepovers were a Scott and Stiles thing, but lately they hadn't even had time to talk on the phone.
"We had kind of a busy day." Stiles continued feeling bad that he was hiding the truth.
"So do you want to come out to grab pizza with us? You can bring your new friend along, if you'd like."
Stiles thought about it but felt it would be best to stay indoors. "Thanks but we had plans to watch a stack of DVDs I just rented. Want to try tomorrow?"
"Ok, but no backing out though." Scott warned.
"I won't. Besides it takes on to know one." Stiles leveled.
"Whatever, I wasn't that spacey" Scott retorted indignantly.
"Right." Stiles grinned making Scott laugh on the other end.
"Ok see you tomorrow."
"Bye dude."
Stiles hung up and turned to Derek who was watching him expectantly.
"Did you really throw a bat at a referee?"
"No" Derek growled his eyes darkening. "I was angry I admit it but I didn't throw it at him. I threw it into the pit and he just happened to be walking into it." Stiles gave him an evaluating stare.
"I swear." Derek stated defensively.
Being the son of a police officer, Stiles was pretty good at sleuthing out a lie. Sties returned his stare, and realized he was telling the truth when Derek held his gaze, daring him to say otherwise.
"Ok."
"I don't lie." Derek declared vehemently.
"Good to know." Stiles replied running a hand through Derek's hair. Derek calmed instantly at Stiles' touch. He grasped the phone out of Stiles' hands and pulled the blankets over them.
"We should get up" Stiles tried quietly
"No. more sleep" Derek affirmed grumpily, snaking a hand across Stiles' waist. The two got comfortable, Stiles noting how easily they fit together. Sleep reclaimed him quickly as Derek's warmth blended into his own. He gave out one last sigh of contentment before his eyes closed.
Hours later Derek woke to a cool touch on his back. He turned to find Stiles tracing his tattoo slowly.
"I like this design" Stiles whispered. "What's it called?"
"A Triskelion."
Stiles nodded.
"Each leg is a representation of the last three branches of the Hale family tree" Derek answered solemnly.
"Cool." Stiles responded reverently.
"We were there when Uncle Peter got his, and Dean got his as soon as he turned 16 and I did too a few years later." Derek continued, giving Stiles more information. Stiles displayed a small smile, understanding what it was like to celebrate the little that they had.
"Dean never told me what his was." Stiles continued in a solemn tone. Derek nodded, anger rising at the mention of his brother's name. "Well now you know."
"It's beautiful."
"Thank you."
"It's really awesome Sour face."
"What?" Derek asked at the moniker.
"Just trying something"
"That's a horrible nick name."
"I'm working on it. Just something from your sour expression a moment ago."
"Oh yeah?" Derek said nipping Stiles on the curve of his hip.
"Ow!" Stiles squawked in an exaggerated tone.
"That did not hurt" Derek spoke rubbing the spot gently.
"It made me jump" Stiles whispered, receiving several quick kisses in apology. The two got up and ventured downstairs, Derek's fingers firmly clasped through Stiles'. Stiles microwaved a new batch of popcorn and the two actually sat down to watch a movie, Stiles cuddled against Derek's chest, a blanket tossed over them for some extra comfort.
He texted his father sometime into the film asking him when he would be home to which he dad had responded to with midnight which meant the small world they had created would have an intruder. "My dad's going to be here at midnight" Stiles spoke quietly. Derek nodded continuing to stare at the TV. A few moments passed before he spoke.
"I can't go back there Stiles." Derek lamented shaking his head slowly. He fished his phone out of his picket and started scrolling through it. "I'm going to check into a hotel." Stiles watched him as the contents of the day came back to greet them. He hated how crappy the situation was.
"Don't worry about it. You can sleep on the couch."
Derek paused and thought.
"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice unsure but his eyes pleading for a way out.
"Yeah. I'm sure."
"What will your dad say?" Derek continued, his gaze evaluating.
"He'll be happy to have you. Just don't talk about baseball" Stiles mumbled. Derek mustered up a small smile and Stiles just had to comfort him with a kiss. Stiles put his alarm on for 11:00 pm and the two resumed the endless movie marathon, both eventually drifting off to sleep until Stiles' alarm rung out loudly as if notifying them of World War Three, making Derek jerk awake unpleasantly.
"Really? A siren Stiles?" Derek grumbled wiping away a line of drool from the corner of his mouth.
"It's the only thing that wakes me up" Stiles mumbled his hand quickly shutting the alarm off, his eyes still closed. The two separated and Stiles went into the kitchen to warm up dinner and the two finished the movie while eating leftovers. The Sherriff came in at one in the morning and smiled at the two.
"Dad, take a seat. I'll warm up dinner." Stiles offered pointing to the dinner table.
"It's ok, I ate at the station." The Sherriff waved.
"Dad." Stiles spoke in a worried voice.
"I know, I just want to get some shut eye." The Sherriff smiled before giving Derek a smile. "Keep the noise down and don't stay up too late you two" He offered tiredly as he ascended the stairs.
When the movie was done, Stiles popped in another and Derek took it as a chance to nip and kiss Stiles' neck, resulting in the two of them making out hot and heavy on the couch.
They finally shut off the TV and Stiles headed upstairs to sleep, leaving Derek to stare at the living room ceiling. He felt lonely without Stiles there, and no matter how he tried to fall asleep under the warm blankets Stiles had given him to make the couch a temporary bed, his mind still felt clogged with unresolved thoughts.
After which seemed like an eternity of non sleep Derek heard the stairs creaking and looked over as Stiles padded towards him in a loose t-shirt and pajama pants. He opened up the blankets and Stiles crawled in, snuggling into the crook of Derek's arm with a snuffle.
"Can't sleep" Stiles muttered against Derek's chest.
"Me either" Derek whispered.
"You're warm." Stiles whispered rubbing his face into Derek's chest.
"Hmmm" Derek responded, feeling drowsy all of a sudden. Stiles however had other plans. He gently maneuvered his body on top of Derek's, giving him a sweet kiss.
"Stiles. Your dad is upstairs" Derek whispered.
"Missed you" Stiles whispered quietly running a hand under Derek's t-shirt, making his breath hitch.
"We have to be quiet" Derek spoke biting back a groan as Stiles kissed down his neck.
"Hmmm," Stiles mumbled in agreement.
Derek slipped a hand inside Stiles' thin pajama pants feeling the soft skin and tight body.
"You feel like heaven" Derek groaned into Stiles' ear as his hands kneading Stiles' perfect ass. Stiles shuddered and held on tighter, scratching hi stomach.
Derek slowly discarded Stiles' clothes as Stiles did the same to him, pulling his boxer shorts to his ankles and forcing him to take off his t-shirt.
"Fuck Stiles." Derek gasped, liking it when Stiles got forceful.
Stiles' lips met his in a needy kiss, Derek moaning as his tongue entered his mouth. He rolled them over."Stiles we have to be quick" Derek whispered knowing very well that if Stiles let him, he'd keep them trapped indoors all day.
Stiles nodded as Derek leisurely spread his legs and entered him. Derek held him tightly, kissing Stiles' neck as he began moving. Stiles closed his eyes and reveled in feeling Derek inside of him. Derek swore under his breath, letting out a quiet grunt. Stiles kissed Derek's neck, causing him to increase his thrusts. He found Stiles' mouth and gave him a filthy kiss, doing his best to make sure Stiles climaxed, praying that he would finish soon since he was already on the verge. Derek found Stiles' spot and aimed each stroke directly at it, watching as Stiles gasped in pleasure each time he bottomed out. Derek held him tightly, alternating between long and short strokes, knowing the reason why Stiles was clawing at his shoulders in pure ecstasy.
Derek felt himself about to lose it and he bit back a scream, simultaneously feeling a sharp pain in his shoulder. He saw Stiles biting down hard trying to stop his own groans, his eyes closed and his features contorted in pleasure. Derek felt his chest being covered in Stiles' release as he unloaded violently inside of him. Stiles released from Derek's shoulder and searched for his mouth, which Derek gave hungrily, the two sharing needy kisses as they came down from their euphoria. Derek stayed hard inside of Stiles, sharing lazy kisses and snuggling under the blankets.
"No one. No one's. Made love to me. Like that." Stiles breathed in between kisses.
"Good." Derek responded trying to catch his own breath. He would be the only one to make love to Stiles like that. Stiles pulled Derek's arm around him as a yawn escaped his lips. Derek chuckled and cuddled against him.
"I knew you were a cuddler sourwolf."
"Sourwolf?" Derek smiled sleepily nipping Stiles' shoulder, making him jerk in response.
"Mmm sourwolf."
Derek closed his eyes breathing in the smell of Stiles' hair and was asleep before he knew it.
He awoke as first light entered the living room to find Stiles sound asleep in the crook of his shoulder, his warm breath ghosting over his left nipple. He let out a content sigh. Nothing seemed to matter anymore apart from the beautiful guy cuddled in his arms. Derek noticed how their bodies fit together, how the curves of Stiles' body were so beautiful that it made him drool. He loved how sties smelt, the way he tasted. The way he would yell out his name when he reached heaven, the both of them floating in the clouds, sharing their ecstasy as if they had reached another plan of existence.
He tried his best to gently wake Stiles to no avail so he dressed himself and then Stiles, and quietly carried him back to his bedroom. He settled Stiles into his bed smirking when the younger man curled up in the fetal position. "Derek it's cold" Stiles whined his voice sounding small in the dark room. He pulled at Derek's arm. "Stay"
"Stiles."
"Please. Few minutes." Stiles mumbled eyes still half closed.
Derek obliged and got in under the covers, which were in fact ice cold, and wrapped himself around Stiles who instantly unfurled from his previous position. He held him for a few minutes; the only thing stopping him from falling asleep with Stiles in his arms, the knowledge that the Sherriff would shoot him on site if he found the two in the same bed. When the bed was sufficiently warm, Derek padded back into the living room and fell asleep on the couch. Stiles was a handful.
Derek awoke again to the smell of coffee and the clatter of dishes. He stood, and walked to the kitchen, startled when he found the Sherriff putting things into the sink.
"Morning."
"Morning Mr. Stilinksi." Derek responded ineptly.
"You guys had a late night" The Sherriff smirked handing Derek a cup of coffee.
"Yeah. Didn't expect to watch that many movies."
"Well I'm glad Stiles has one responsible friend" the Sherriff smirked. "Thanks for keeping him out of trouble."
"Sure." Derek replied, feeling his chest swell in something that felt like pride.
What do you have planned for today? The Sherriff asked.
"I don't know, I'm probably going to head home. Do some cleaning."
The Sherriff nodded.
"Alright well I got to get going. Wake up sleeping beauty before the sun sets, I wonder what's gotten into him, he's usually up by eight."
Derek smirked to himself as he waved The Sherriff goodbye, envious at Stiles for having such an awesome dad. 'I wonder what's gotten into him' Derek repeated in his head, trying to hold back a stupid grin but decided to let it go since no one was watching.
Needing something to do, Derek decided to cook and clean the Stilinksi kitchen. He turned to set the table and almost dropped the dishes when he found Stiles watching him from the doorway.
"Damn it! I almost had a heart attack." Derek growled trying to conceal his fright.
Stiles bit his lip."Someone's been busy" he smirked taking the plates from him and giving Derek a good morning kiss.
"Just being a polite house guest."
"U huh." Stiles continued.
The two ate in relative silence until the sound of Stiles' cell phone ringing upstairs broke the quiet reverie. Stiles pushed back his chair and bounded up the stairs.
"Can't you finish eating first?" Derek grumbled.
"I'm going to Sourwolf." Stiles responded, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek to placate him before sitting down. Derek watched as Stiles scrolled through his phone.
"No phones at the table" Derek growled in irritation.
"Yes dad." Stiles replied rolling his eyes. "It's Scott, he wants to know what time we can meet."
"We?"
"Yeah. He wants to meet you. You big college baseball star you."
Derek massaged the bridge of his nose. The day was not looking up.
TO BE CONTINUED…..
Notes: I wanted to give you guys the good sexy stuff but some feels got in…they were so cute with each other though! …..anyway I hope u guys enjoyed!
Notes Cont'd: OMG I'm a smut writer! I hope it wasn't too explicit! So a lot of people are saying that Derek's too perfect (hah), keep reading dear readers, keep reading :)
Notes Cont'd II: OK how awkward is it when the Sherriff thinks Derek is a responsible friend? Haha appearances sure are deceiving..