Chapter 4: Breaking the Lock and Blocking the Cock

It was the cock block of all cock blocks. I mean, yaaahhhh they weren't going to die, but Stiles swore by all things earthly, supernatural, and the like that he would kill Scott later for saving his and Derek's life at such an inopportune time. Granted the look on Scott's face when he came bursting in to save the day only to find Stiles and Derek in, well, the position that they were in at the time was almost worth it. Almost.

And there had been no denying what they had been doing. After Derek's decree to "ruin" Stiles shirts had been discarded and hands may or may not have gone down pants, Stiles memory couldn't really be trusted. And positions by that point had been switched so that Stiles was on top of Derek so Scott couldn't even freak out at the misunderstanding that Derek was taking advantage of Stiles because, well, that was clearly not the situation.

And Scott, oh Scott... sweet, idiotic Scott... had just said "I'm here to save you... I guess." and then he had just turned around and walked away. And if that wasn't awkward enough Stiles and Derek found neither of them knew how to react now that their lives weren't about to end. Silence followed as they got themselves together and found Scott waiting outside in Stiles' jeep looking everywhere but at them. Funny enough, Derek and Stiles were looking everywhere but at each other so basically that was the most awkward car ride to ever take place.

So now here was Stiles. Sitting in his room. Alone. He hadn't seen Derek since yesterday when they had been rescued and Stiles didn't really know what he was supposed to do. Call him? Text him? ...did Derek even text? SO not important. He had been getting more than enough text from Scott ranging from "What the hell?!" to "I hope you know I'm not judging you...but Derek, really?!" and that was followed immediately by "The fact that he's a guy has NOTHING to do with it... I kind of always assumed you were bi dude." Stiles was almost dizzy from all the eye rolling he had been doing. The only thing he ever text back was "Dude" just so Scott knew he was alive and wasn't ignoring him, but there was just no easy way to explain via text what it was he had seen yesterday and Stiles so was not ready to talk to him face-to-face considering he didn't really know what was going on between him and Derek either. And he didn't know how best to find out what was going on between them... Danny, the gay yoda. If ever there was a time to text Danny for help... it was now. It also helped that Danny knew absolutely nothing about Derek and himself being held captive.

"Hey, what do you do if you're about to die so you end up making out with a guy but then you get rescued? Like should I text him?"

The reply was almost instant. "Dude, how do you spend your weekends?"

And yeah okay maybe Stiles was now trying to get Google to give him an answer on the proper proceedings for the situation he now found himself in since Danny reply was of no help, but that had just wound up with him on tumblr looking at pictures of cats. What are you gonna do?

And this was exactly what Stiles was still doing minutes... okay hours later when he hears, "Stiles."

"Oh my GOD." And yeah if he ever needed the confirmation he had it now, his bedroom floor was hard. He scrambled back up into his chair and refused to admit that he had just fallen out of his chair and face planted on his floor. Stiles was going to play this cool, cause he was a cool guy... he was!

"Derek, my man. My main man." Stiles wanted to shoot himself in the face.

Derek smirked, and if Stiles didn't know any better... Derek had totally seen Wreck It Ralph! That was so a knowing smirk!

"Stiles," he repeated.

"So yesterday was crazy, huh?" Stiles attempted to laugh but it sounded more like one of the cats he had just been looking at being strangled. Stiles cringed. If ever there was a time to be abducted by aliens...

"I wanted to know where we stood after yesterday."

Stiles chocked on his own spit.

"I'm being direct because I know if I leave it up to you you'll act like it never happened."

Stiles finally got his wits back. "Okay, seriously can you read my mind? My suspicions are growing."

"Stiles."

"You seem to be more articulate than me, you go."

Derek huffed. "What happened between us yesterday..." He shifted. "I never would have made that offer to anyone else."

So maybe Stiles was having some difficulty with understanding that this was apparently his life but before he could stop himself he said, "I never would have accepted the offer from anyone else."

Derek finally stopped looking uncomfortable and instead just bore his eyes into Stiles very soul and how did he do that?!

"Wanna pick up where we left off?"

"Yes," Stiles squeaked out. Why does this man want to have sex with you again?

So that's exactly what happened. They worked their way back up to where they had been yesterday before Scott so inconveniently saved their lives and pants were just about to come off when-

"Son! You home?" This was a sign; the universe did not want Stiles to get laid.

Beating (Beating)
Beating so loud you can
Feel it (Feel it)(See it)
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Beating for you