Stiles didn't know what to do with himself while Derek was in the shower, so he settled for reading and getting updates from Scott, more like bombarding scott with texts until he finally responded. He knew he should probably inform Scott of his mishaps but he wasn't sure his friend would understand what had compelled him to do what he'd done. Infact Stiles wasn't sure he himself knew.
Giving his incessant messaging a rest he picked up the latest book they were reading in his english class, figuring if he couldn't do anything to help Scott he could at least get some work done.
His efforts were in vain; after rereading the same page for five minutes he figured it was a lost cause and decided to give up, nothing was absorbing. *BZZZZZ* Even though he was waiting for it the bleep from his phone nearly made him jump out of his skin.
From Scott: Following lead. Gonna be a while.
To Scott: What do I do with the puppy?
From Scott: You'll just have to let him sleep with you tonight.
Stiles rolled his eyes and let out a snort, Scott had no idea how close to home that hit.
To Scott: If my alpha commands it.
From Scott: Shut up you know what I meant.
Instead of responding he spun around in his chair a couple times then settled on resting his head on top of the pile of books strewn haphazardly over his desk. Stiles really couldn't believe his luck, or lack of therein. This day had quickly become one of the strangest and most confusing of the past few years and he and Scott have been through plenty of strange things.
He and Derek had never had the best relationship.. they could be called, tentative friends?.. Who was he kidding? They were resentful acquaintances at best. Now he had to pretend to like him. But that wasn't really true. If he was being honest he liked Derek. He was charming, okay? In a "make a wrong move and I'll murder you" sort of way.
As if on queue Derek walked in shaking his hair like a puppy after a bath. It was too cute Stiles decided. Like, unnaturally so, he wasn't sure how he felt about it. "Whoa, don't get water everywhere!" was the only thing he could think of to say before he, appreciatively, noticed the lack of clothing on the boy. "And why for the love of god are you naked!?" He covered his eyes quickly. Trying to forget the way a few stray drops of water rolled down his chest and over his abs.
Even as a teenager Dereks lean musculature was stupidly perfect.
"Calm down. I'm wearing a towel." He wiggled his hips to accentuate the fact, as Stiles saw through covertly spread fingers. "I need some clothes. Mine aren't really made for sleeping."
Oh, that actually made sense. "Just look in the dresser. And why do you assume you're sleeping here?" Derek rolled his eyes and while he rummaged around Stiles reminisced, "You know, the last time I let you wear my clothes I was making you change in front of my gay friend Danny, we needed something from him." Derek laughed, Stiles could get used to the sound.
"Oh? and how did I feel about that?" he questioned pulling on a pair of loose fitting sweats bypassing the shirts and underwear. Oh dear.
"Ha, well you slammed my head into the steering wheel of the jeep, so i'm thinking not good." Derek nodded.
"Yeah that sounds like something I would do." He reached out took the book stiles had picked up. Closing it and setting it on the desk. "But I don't know why I would to you. Especially if your plan worked." His gaze was not to be described as anything but sweet and admiring while he looked Stiles over settling on his face. "I can imagine I wouldn't want to ruin your pretty face." He Smiled brightly. And Stiles couldn't help the giggle that built up in his throat and the blush that stained his cheeks, before he realized what he was doing.
"Hey! I said no flirting." Even though his heart had stopped at the compliment. "Plus you said I wasn't your type.." He really wanted to close the space between them, Stiles' wouldn't have thought himself an easy lay, but a little bit of flirting and well timed compliments he was so ready to go. But, alas, Derek would kill him when they turned him back if he let this go too far.. Hell he might kill him anyways.
"I lied. You took me by surprise. And why do I get the feeling you'd prefer it if you weren't my type? He took a few steps closer to where stiles was sitting so he opted to jump up.
"Well I'm going to go take a shower now." Smooth, top shelf avoidance right there.
"How will you keep an eye on me?" Derek smirked. Bastard, Stiles hadn't thought about that..
"I won't I'm going to keep and ear on you." Derek looked at him quizzically, "You are going to sit outside and talk to me the whole time." He was very proud of that plan.
"Okay." Derek said. He agreed a little too easily.
"OK?" Stiles agreed suspiciously grabbing some pajama clothes and heading for the bathroom, Derek followed him.
"Will you be able to hear me over the shower?" Derek asked innocently. "I mean i'm a werewolf and I could barely hear you earlier." Hear him what shuffling around?
Stiles huffed in annoyance. "Well what do you suggest?"
"I could sit in the bathroom with you." He continued seeing Stiles' widened eyes. "C'mon I'm sure i've seen you naked before right? and if you're so intent on making sure I don't disappear then what's the problem?"
Sighing in defeat stiles answered; "No you havent.. we're taking things slow.." He narrowed his eyes "Very slow. Fine but you have to close your eyes." He knew he was making a mistake but, what's the worst that could happen? (a painful werewolf death..)
Instead of virtually stripping for Derek stiles got into the shower sliding the glass door closed before taking them off and tossing them over the top. He hoped the opaqueness of the glass would conceal most of his body, save for the blurry human shaped outline. Turning on the spray Stiles let out a content moan, he'd been tense all day and the heat was relieving some of the tension. The little whine he heard Derek make was enough to make him remember there was another sort of tension he wanted to relieve
*ahem* "Start talking." Stiles said gruffly.
"About what?" Derek asked and his voice sounded a little growly, it reminded stiles of the time Derek had shoved him against the wall (all the times), thinking about Dereks muscles against his own softer form made him feel a twitch in a place he shouldn't.
"Uhm... Do you like cheese?" Stiles responded. "My favorite's gouda." He laughed to himself.
"What are you talking about?" Derek sounded like he thought stiles was crazy. Then it occurred to him that he probably hadn't seen She's the Man.
"Never mind you wouldn't get it.." he started rinsing the shampoo out of his hair and waited for Derek to start conversation. Why did he have to do everything around here?
"How long have you known Scott?" he questioned nonchalantly.
"Forever… I guess since we were kids? Our parents were friends and we went to school together, we were like instant friends, you know?" It was nice to think about earlier less supernatural times.
"Hmm, neither of you have siblings?" Derek asked.
"Nope."
"I can't imagine what i'd do without my brothers and sisters." He responded with more feeling than Stiles had ever heard from the man and it made his heart sink.
"Listen Derek.." He didn't know what he planned to tell him. But he knew the boys family was gone. Before he could even blink the atmosphere changed.
"You're taking too long do you need my help?" Suddenly the door to the shower was sliding open and- A ringing filled his ears and he was bolting upright at his desk.
"Jesus! Hello?" he picked up his phone without even looking at the caller ID.
"No, not Jesus." His dads voice came through the other end. As frustrated as Stiles was at being woken up, when had he even fallen asleep? He had to focus on the conversation. And the fact that Derek wasn't back in his room yet and it was dark outside his window.
"Ha. Ha. Dad you're hilarious. What's up?" He tried to sound casual while he hurried to the bathroom, only to find it empty and then dashed through the house checking all the rooms for the annoying little werewolf that was fast becoming more trouble than stiles thought he was worth.
"Just checking up. Making sure everythings ok with Derek. You guys are behaving right?" What kind of question was that?
"Yeah we're fine, we- I mean he took a shower. Now he's… napping." Stiles rounded the corner into the living area and spotted Derek fast asleep on the couch. "Look, Dad i'm tired and i've got some stuff to take care of so i'll see you later, love you." After his dad affirmed the goodbye styles hung up and set his phone on the table.
Rounding the couch Stiles reached out to shake Derek awake, but before his hand even touched down the boys lightning fast hand was wrapping securely around his wrist.
Stiles gasped, looking up from Derek's hand to his face. Before he knew what was happening he was pulled onto the couch and effectively half straddling Derek who, judging by the grin on his face, was rather pleased with the position.
"Derek wha-" suddenly lips were on his, a soft wet tongue parting his own lips insistently; a hand was securely tangled in his hair while the other spanned his back getting dangerously close to the curve of his ass.
Despite the fact that he knew there was no chance he gave a, weak, effort to pull away. But still coming down from the high of his almost dream he decided to just give in. He let one of his hands sidle its way between their bodies and under Derek's shirt, reveling in the moan he gave. In a moment of rash decision he pushed his hand down slipping past the teens waistband and cupped his semi-hard length through the boxers he was wearing.
Derek bucked up into him crying out in pleasure when stiles squeezed his balls through the fabric, he turned his head in the process so stiles attached his lips to the soft curve of his throat, licking and nipping leaving a trail of disappearing love bites and saliva on his way to the collarbone.
all at once stiles pulled his hand out of Dereks pants and sat up. "Take your shirt off." He commanded and ground his hips down to accentuate the urgency of the situation. Derek complied half sitting up and stiles scooted back to give him room moving to pull off his own.
And thats what Scott, Peter, Kira and Malia walked in on. Stiles straddling the young werewolf who had and extremely evident boner tenting his sweatpants, both in the process of stripping off their clothes.
"Stiles what the-"