What Are We Supposed To Be?
CH 12
Notes: Let's get back shall we…
Derek had gotten back on Tuesday. Stiles got a text with:
[Serial Killer Derek Hale] 5:00pm: Guess who's back?
Accompanied by a picture of Derek's member.
"Oh geez" Stiles mumbled hiding the picture, thankful that no one was in the forensics research lab, blushing at the inappropriate thoughts that marched through his head. Getting wood in a public place was not ok, especially since the one person responsible for it wasn't even there.
He had come over to Stiles' apartment on Wednesday afternoon and spent the night, and left the following morning with a full thermos of coffee, yawning as he gave him a goodbye kiss.
Stiles kissed back, his eyes still half closed.
"When you said you could go all night, I didn't think you were serious." He mumbled tiredly.
"Oh and then some.' Derek muttered, bringing him in for a hug and chuckling as Stiles cuddled into his chest, gripping the sides of his boyfriend's leather jacket, breathing in the scent of his woody cologne.
"And the only reason I'm leaving is because I have a review session that's going to save my ass for my economics midterm. Otherwise we'd be going for brunch at ihop and heading to the library to cram before coming back for round two."
"Oh? And I don't have a say on these plans?" Stiles retorted, his eyebrows raised.
"Oh Stiles. Don't act like I'm the only one who likes what we do together." Derek grinned lifting his chin so he could get a proper good bye kiss, sounding very much like his horny brother.
"You better go" Stiles smirked pulling away and turning.
"See you soon" Derek smirked, smacking his on the butt
"Hey!"
"Later babe!" Derek yelled as he jumped down the stairs and headed towards his Camaro.
'So this is what it's like to be in a real relationship' Stiles thought to himself as he flopped back into a nest of blankets and pillows.
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Stiles had his laptop on and was running through several assignments one after the other, completing them like it was a marathon. Luckily for him, his research skills were top notch between his adhd and his work at the forensics research center. The information needed to fill in the holes in his final assignment, a five page report on corporal punishment, readily found itself in a flurry of fingertips against keyboard.
"Ok done. Finally." He sighed, stretching as his printer went to work, lines of ink appearing on blank pages. He rubbed his neck before stapling the pages together and slipping it into his folder. He needed deadlines, that was for sure, because like most human beings in their twenties, procrastination was bonded to his DNA and he only worked like his life depended on it when something was due the next day.
His phone buzzed, the theme song to John Carpenter's "Halloween" playing loudly in the corner.
"Hello." He spoke sweetly.
"What are you up to?" Derek's voice came through inquisitively.
"Just finishing up my papers."
"It's Saturday."
"I know. I have to spend the rest of the day studying." Stiles finished rolling a pen in his hand.
"Want to take a break?"
"More phone sex?" Stiles replied, rolled his eyes.
A knock on his door made him think twice. He opened it to find Derek holding a large pizza box and a six pack of beer, his phone tucked under his ear.
"I thought we were hanging out on Tuesday" Stiles spoke, eyebrows raised as he crossed his arms.
"I missed you" Derek pouted and Stiles rolled his eyes with a laugh.
"Yeah yeah."
"So. Do I get to come in? I have pizza." Derek tried holding up the box.
Stiles took the six pack out of Derek's hands and placed it on his table as Derek stepped in and opened the pizza box. Inside was hot and fresh Hawaiian pizza, brimming with pineapple and ham slices.
"Bribing me with food. You know my weakness." Stiles grimaced playfully.
"Whatever lets me spend time with you." Derek smirked, moving to hug him and dropping a soft kiss on his neck. "Missed you."
"I know." Stiles mumbled "missed you too."
After they ate Stiles headed over to the university library, boyfriend in tow, and sat down with his text books, preparing to study. Derek sat next to him obediently, pulling out an expensive looking black laptop and a pair of headphones. He plugged one earbud in his left ear while placing the right one into Stiles'. He opened up a document with pages of typed notes and started perusing through them, his face a mask of concentration.
Stiles turned to his text book and began reading, his attention turning to the music that filtered through the ear bud in his ear, the deep sounds of an Italian aria causing him to turn and stare at his new study buddy.
Derek turned when he felt Stiles' eyes on him.
"What?"
"You like opera?" Stiles spoke in surprise.
He nodded. "Yeah it helps me get in the zone." Before turning back to his laptop, highlighting certain parts of text and typing in new notes.
Stiles nodded and turned back to his textbook realizing that he still needed to read a good 40 pages. He delved into the material concerning the history of forensic study and the evolution of Collaborative Testing technologies, glancing over to see what his almost perfect boyfriend was doing. Stiles saw from the corner of his eye how focused the guy was, he moved with ease, reading and typing, keeping a rapid but precise pace for himself. Within a solid 45 minutes he had finished reviewing and was stretching in front of his laptop while Stiles had barely made it through 15 pages. Was this guy even human?
It was 11pm when the two left the library, Derek wrapping his warm leather jacket around Stiles as they walked back to his apartment.
"You get your reading done?"
"Yeah finally. It was a lot to digest." Stiles nodded as Derek's fingers entwined in his and they walked holding hands.
"You really didn't need to sit with me for an hour or so reading baseball game recaps on your laptop you know." Stiles added reproachfully.
"What? No way. We get to be together, It was worth it." Derek responded, squeezing Stiles hand tightly as they walked through the cold night.
Stiles smiled and Derek returned it, pulling him in for a steamy kiss.
"What was that for?" Stiles managed, his knees weak.
"Just for being awesome."
"Ok then" Stiles rolled his eyes.
"Hey, I got a bunch of Fringe episodes on my laptop, Wanna watch when we get back?" Stiles asked excitedly.
"Yeah of course." Derek nodded.
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Stiles had made Derek stop by a grocery store to buy a load of popcorn, soda, and other snacks before returning to his apartment. He lined up the episodes, explaining what was going on to Derek who had never seen it.
"Its pretty science fictiony. I'm sure you'll like it." Stiles affirmed hitting play.
"Yeah it looks good" Derek nodded as the intro started.
"What shows do you like?" Stiles asked conversationally after two episodes, because he talked as much as watched anything.
"Desperate Housewives is pretty good" Derek responded.
"And that show about the rich kids in New York. What's it called?" Stiles watched as Derek thought for a moment
"Oh yeah Gossip Girl. That's cool too." Derek nodded affirmatively.
Say what now?
Stiles stared at his boyfriend with a disbelieving look. Gossip girl? Desperate Housewives? What kind of guy would admit to watching those abominations?
Stiles was lost in thought until it clicked.
"Oh. Those were her favorite shows" He acknowledged out loud letting out an inward sigh of relief.
Derek nodded sheepishly.
"Yeah. I don't really have time to watch stuff." He shrugged "I used to watch stuff with her when we were hanging out in her dorm room."
"Oh you poor, poor thing." Stiles shook his head slowly like he found a puppy with a broken leg on the side of the street.
"What? They aren't that bad" Derek defended looking sufficiently embarrassed.
"Oh really?" Stiles snorted rolling his eyes. He popped a handful of gummy bears into his mouth and stopped in mid chew.
"Wait. Do you even like Fringe?" He looked up to witness Derek's reaction.
Derek shrugged "it's alright."
Stiles narrowed his eyes. "Be honest."
"I mean it's kind of hard to follow."
"Well you did come in mid season" Stiles defended slowly.
"Yeah. We could watch it from the start if you wanted to." Derek reasoned.
'Oh my god he's a droid' Stiles thought to himself.
Stiles closed the lid of his laptop. "No you're so not into it. And that's fine." He changed subjects.
"So what kind of music do you like?" He asked as Derek bit his lip guiltily.
Derek took a sip of his beer.
"Blink 182's good. Green day is awesome."
"OK those were from decades ago, anyone new?"
Derek shrugged.
"So you've never heard of Bat For Lashes or Angus Stone?"
He stared blankly.
How about "Passion Pit? Tegan And Sarah?"
Stiles counted off names with his fingers "Grizzly Bear, Vampire Weekend,Arcade Fire? Mumford & Sons, Passion Pit, The Black Keys?"
"Grizzly Bear Derek? You don't know Grizzly Bear?" Stiles exclaimed his hands raised in mock consternation.
"Who are those people. Bat for what?" Derek responded in a muddled tone, looking at Stiles like he was naming off infectious bacteria that would make your privates falloff.
Stiles shook his head.
"Do you even listen to the radio?" Stiles asked incredulously.
"No. I use that time to go over things" Derek muttered quietly. "Just things I need to do, plays I need to work on. Any school work I have to work on. Its good quiet time." he reasoned as Stiles' eyes grew wider and wider.
Stiles flopped on his bed.
"Oh my god you are a droid."
"What?"
"Didn't we watch Star Wars together?" Stiles recalled, wondering why Derek didn't get the reference.
"Oh right. I was actually watching those movies by the way. Someone just had to have different thoughts."
"Oh yeah because I was the only one." Stiles laughed, embarrassed.
" Uh huh. You knew you wanted all this" Derek smirked lifting up his shirt and showing off his perfectly chiseled abs.
"Wow lame" Stiles chided rolling his eyes only to have Derek pounce on him and start tickling.
"Hey hey! Oooh! You're gonna kill me." Stiles shrieked hoping his neighbors couldn't hear through the paper thin walls of his apartment building.
Stiles tried to get his own licks in only to have Derek grasp his hands and hold them above his head, effectively pinning him down on the bed before kissing him senseless.
They both came up for air lips only a few inches apart, Stiles getting lost in his boyfriend's eyes as he stared back in adoration.
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Derek was snoring softly against his neck, a hand lazily draped around Stiles' waist as he read over his lab notes under the light of his bedside table lamp. He mulled over the words but nothing was getting through as his mind was on other things.
"Derek its time to make you a real boy." Stiles whispered to himself quietly running a hand through the raven colored locks.
He couldn't help wondering, his mind trying to determine the root cause, his detective mode activated. Was Derek a super over achiever because of what had happened so long ago? is that why he focused entirely on the future and worked like a machine to make sure that all his opportunities and plans worked out in a needle drop precision? It all started to gather itself together.
Stiles sighed and closed his book. It was going to be Sunday in a few hours.
'We're going to the lake tomorrow Der. And I'm going to make you have fun' he thought, dropping the book onto the table and shut off the light before snuggling into Derek's chest and quickly falling asleep.
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Stiles printed out directions because Derek liked to know everything beforehand rather than be told where to go for some odd reason and got dressed while Derek showered and waited patiently until he finished.
They had a late breakfast and Derek drove diligently to the large expanse of water, his eyes lighting up as he saw people their age hanging out, throwing Frisbees and having small picnics. Several people were reading while others were walking, hand in hand. Several small parties were happening simultaneously, pretty balloons bobbing in the air and families enjoying themselves.
"Nice place" he exclaimed.
"Uh huh" Stiles responded opening the trunk and taking out the cooler and mat.
Derek grabbed the cooler and they sat down while Stiles opened up a textbook to continue his reading. They read for an hour or so and then ate. Afterwards they joined in on a game of Frisbee with a boisterous group of people and then went for a long walk.
As the day dragged on Stiles watched as Derek got more and more antsy. He checked his phone constantly, even starting to scratch himself absently and Stiles could see it. The big guy was visibly sweating, every instinct panicking because he didn't have a plan and no control over the situation.
"Derek calm down." Stiles soothed running a hand over his chest.
Derek nodded and gave him a weak smile. "Do you need to get back?" Stiles asked quietly. Derek shook his head, making an effort. "No."
"If you're uncomfortable or want to leave you can say so. Always remember that" Stiles replied comfortingly.
"Just I don't remember the last time I did this" Derek whispered quietly, visions of nostalgia crossing his face as he looked into the distance.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"I loved being outside with my family" he finished. "Just spending a whole day together. Not worrying about things."
"Me too" Stiles acknowledged.
"Can we try doing that, just you and me?" Stiles asked lifting Derek's sunglasses and seeing the wistful look in his eyes.
Derek nodded and Stiles led him by the hand to a tree.
They rested against it and watched the sun set on the water, just enjoying the sensation of the gradually withdrawal of warmth overtaken by the cool of the night. Families began to pack away their stuff and slowly went back to their cars.
"This is. Nice" Derek finally spoke, calmer and happy. His body so relaxed that Stiles could actually feel him melt against him.
"Yeah. I come out here when I get a chance. Nice to get away." Stiles observed as a family of ducks entered the water and swam in lazy circles, dipping their heads underneath now and then.
Derek nodded.
"So we can hang out like this?" Stiles offered against Derek's ear and Derek nodded slowly, stifling back a yawn.
"Wait a minute. How come you were ok with doing nothing when we were at home?"
"It was spring break. I let myself disconnect during school vacations." Derek shrugged.
"Oh" Stiles replied, connecting the dots.
Things would be alright after all, Stiles thought. His boyfriend had a hard time slowing down and he realized that it would take him some time to just do nothing.
TO BE CONTINUED…..
Notes: hope you're enjoying!