What Are We Supposed To Be?
CH 13
Notes: Ok my dear readers, I know I've been gone for some time and to make it up to you I give you an extra long chapter…split into two though! Thank you guys so much for reading, I hope you like it!
Stiles was folding a mountain of laundry that had just come out of the dryer glad that his second round of midterms was over so he could finally have clean clothes. His phone buzzed loudly from the counter followed by an equally loud knock on the door a moment later. He stood up and answered it, forgetting that he was only wearing Scooby Doo boxer shorts. He opened the door to find Derek in a baseball cap, faded ASU baseball camp t-shirt and basketball shorts.
"Ready?" He smirked leaning against the doorway.
"No. you were meant to call me 20 minutes before you got here so I could be ready too." Stiles frowned, letting him in.
Derek's eyes narrowed into a predatory glance, surveying Stiles' body as he stood there in nothing but his boxer shorts.
"I just figured there was another way we could burn the same amount of calories." He spoke, voice low and gravelly.
"No! Derek no!" Stiles laughed, backing away. "I want to go for a run!"
"Well you're doing a pretty good job of running away from me right now" Derek grunted as Sties faked him out and ran to the other corner of the apartment.
"Stop it you big bully." Stiles laughed jumping back over the coffee table and racing to his bedroom with Derek hot on his heels. These chasing games would always start up abruptly, leaving him in a fit of giggles. It brought back fond memories of his child hood and getting smothered, tickled, and kissed by Derek had quickly become one of his favorite things, though he would never say it out loud.
He managed to slam to door to his bedroom shut only to have Derek block it from catching the lock with his running shoe.
Stiles looked around frantically for an exit, laughing loudly as he did so.
"Come on we… I need to work out." Stiles managed, breathless, putting together an escape route in his head as he stood at the edge of your bed. "I've done nothing but sit on my but for three weeks studying."
"Let me get a closer look" Derek laughed before pouncing.
"No!" Stiles tried to fake out but was captured by the waist and brought into Derek's arms bringing on a wave of his cologne and minty breath from his favorite mouth wash. He squirmed to no avail as Derek laughed at his fruitless struggle making him burst out in a fit of giggles himself.
Stiles was finally pinned against his unexpected guest, finally giving up the fight and relaxing into Derek's embrace.
"You didn't even give me a kiss hello" Derek pouted.
"Ok fine here" Stiles responded with a quick peck on the lips.
"Mmm"
Derek rolled himself on top of him and continued the kiss, introducing his tongue into the mix causing Stiles to moan back.
Derek lifted his face a few inches from his, his eyes full of emotion. "My god you're beautiful" he sighed running his thumb across Stiles cheek.
"Derek." Stiles managed, his temperature rising.
"Yes." Derek replied staring down at him, studying each of his features.
"Hurry."
"You don't want to go for a run?" Derek asked in total seriousness, loosening his grip and giving him a way out.
"Well I think there's another way to burn calories. Right?" Stiles husked leaning in for a kiss. Derek practically growled and started biting his neck causing Stiles to let out a series of embarrassing noises that echoed into the afternoon air.
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Stiles woke up late in the afternoon to find himself alone in bed, the rays of the setting sun forming pretty patterns on his naked body. He crawled out and pulled on Derek's boxer briefs that were lying nearby and headed towards the kitchen to find his boyfriend hard at work in his kitchenette wearing his beloved Scooby Doo boxers.
"Morning sunshine" Derek smirked from the stove.
"Morning." Stiles yawned, sitting down on the couch and stretching like a cat.
"What are you doing?" He asked looking over.
"Just cooking you dinner."
"Wow" Stiles smirked curling up on the couch. "Need any help?"
"Nope. Everything's done, you woke up just in time." Derek responded turning off the stove.
"Lucky me." Stiles grinned, returning to his laundry.
"Alright dinner is served" Derek announced, bringing over two plates of spaghetti and meatballs with garlic bread.
"You made this?" Stiles asked in an impressed voice. He had never known Derek to eat anything besides meat and protein shakes given the grueling work outs he went through for baseball training. He had no idea the guy could cook too.
"Yeah. I hope it's good" he grinned sheepishly waiting for Stiles' approval.
Stiles took a bite and made a pleased sound and not just for the benefit of the stubbled guy watching him with eager eyes.
"Dude. This is awesome" he managed, mouth filled with pasta.
"Holy crap. Why do we always go out to eat?" He continued stuffing his face with more noodles and then taking a massive bite off a piece of garlic bread.
Derek shrugged. "It's nice to go out on dates sometimes. You're kind of a hermit if you haven't noticed."
"Those were dates?" Stiles managed in between bites, his eyes wide with surprise.
Derek rolled his eyes."Yes Stiles, me paying for our meals, choosing and driving you to the restaurant consists of a date." Derek deadpanned with a grin.
"Wow. I would have worn nicer clothes." Stiles shrugged taking a sip of his drink.
Derek winked and cleared his throat. "So I uh. I wanted to tell you something" He started and Stiles turned his attention to him, letting Derek take his hand in his.
"I…."
Suddenly a series of loud beeps from the bedroom interrupted the conversation as his phone went off effectively breaking the conversation.
Stiles held up his hand, motioning for Derek to wait before walking to his room. "It could be an emergency. Give me a sec." Stiles spoke as several more beeps echoed from his room. Derek nodded in understanding.
Stiles managed to find his way in the darkened room, locating his phone under his bed. He picked it up to see several new texts
"Stiles is everything OK?" Derek asked from outside.
"Yeah."
"I want to tell you something."
"OK" Stiles grinned as he saw several funny updates "As long as it's not something corny like 'I love you'" Stiles returned, smirking at the set of goofy pictures of Scott and Allison's trip to San Francisco.
Stiles returned to find Derek washing the dishes. He wiped his hands on the only dish towel and headed into the room. Stiles' attention was still on his phone however, missing all this as he sat back down while scrolling through the pictures and returning to his spaghetti.
"So what did you want to say?" he spoke between bites, looking up to find Derek fully dressed, a pensive look on his face.
"Oh... Just that there's a game in a few weeks and I want you to come with your friends" Derek muttered softly.
"Yeah. That'd be a blast" Stiles grinned.
"Alright well I have to go. Got practice and class tomorrow." Derek nodded curtly before heading to the door.
"You're not going to stay the night?" Stiles asked, frowning at Derek's lack of eye contact.
"No I got to get started on some reading. Boyd and Isaac told me there's a lot. So I should go." Derek replied quickly, heading towards the door.
"Ok well call me when you get there alright?" Stiles managed after him watching as Derek marched to his car.
Stiles sat down, bewildered at the change in demeanor, noticing that Derek's plate had basically been untouched.
Stiles wondered what had just transpired, taking a bite of his garlic bread and realizing Derek hadn't even kissed him goodbye.
His phone suddenly rang loudly in his hand, startling him out of his stupor. He looked to see Scott's name on the screen.
"Hey." Stiles spoke still staring at the door way half expecting Derek to walk through it.
"So? How did it go?" Scott's voice spoke expectantly through the receiver.
"How did what go?" Stiles returned in a confused tone.
"Dude. Derek and I had the best friend conversation yesterday."
"So you guys are best friends now?" Stiles guessed out loud.
"No man. He asked me or told me, whatever, that he was going to tell you that he lo–"
"Oh My God!" Stiles exploded dropping his fork, his eyes wide.
"Stiles? Dude yeah. He asked me for my approval since we're practically brothers. I told him if you hurt you I would hurt him even though he's a lot bigger than me, but still I'd find a way. Maybe an attack dog or something…" Scott trailed.
"What is my life?" Stiles groaned lying down on the floor and rolling around on it like a fish out of water trying to figure out what he had just done.
"Stiles? What's going on? Where's Derek?" Scott's voice echoed through the phone.
Stiles finally responded "What did you say when he told you?"
"I said go for it."
"Dude!" Stiles groaned. "Why?"
"What? He's a good guy." Scott responded rather defensively.
"And you could have given you me a heads up you know." Stiles mumbled picking himself off the floor.
"Well he said he was going to do it over dinner. He texted me twenty minutes ago."
"Someone please shoot me." Stiles groaned running a hand over his face.
Scott's voice went from confused to accusatory in a flash. "Stiles what did you do?"
"Something stupid." He muttered dropping his dirty plate into the sink and dragging on some jeans.
"Like what?" Scott wondered out loud
"I may have made a joke about the whole saying I love you thing."
"Duuuude" Scott drawled in an exasperated voice.
"What? You seriously can't think this is normal?" Stiles asked incredulously.
"What do you mean? You guys are good together." Scott muttered his tone indicating his confusion in why he was the one advocating their relationship.
"It's only been four months!" Stiles returned, digging through his laundry, basically upturning all the neatly folded piles.
"Yeah well. The last time we hung out you were wearing an ASU baseball t-shirt and talking about how soundly he sleeps so I guessed…" Scott responded.
Stiles sighed finally locating his new favorite worn in t-shirt in one of the now demolished piles of clothing and then grabbing his keys. "It's just. I've never been in a relationship like this. I'm winging it here." Stiles groaned sounding every bit as vulnerable as he felt. He snatched his wallet off the kitchen counter and headed out into the night.
"Well the reason I said OK was the fact that you guys are just like me and Allison" Scott supplied, making him stop.
"What do you mean?" He asked pensively.
"Like for me, when we got together. It was pretty fast. You know, the feelings?" Scott continued.
"So who am I then?"
"You're Allison and he's me." Scott replied through the receiver making Stiles' stomach knot. He remembered how head over heels and love sick his best friend got when Allison was involved. Something ached inside him and he felt like hell for Derek.
He closed his eyes for a moment gathering himself. He was swimming in uncharted waters and there were so many new things he had no experience with. It was like diving into shark infested seas without a steel cage. A part of him felt like he would get hurt easily and there was nothing he could do to about it.
Stiles shook his head, clearing it of bad thoughts before looking out into the night.
"Geez, you guys really are going to be best friends" Stiles muttered finally, locking his door and trotting to his jeep. He started the engine and drove into the night. A phone call wasn't going to fix this.
TO BE CONTINUED…..
Notes: I just want to thank you all for reading and commenting …it means the world to me!
Notes 2: aaaahhhh! I can't believe that just happened! :P