A soft rumble of tires on dirt, that's what broke the silence of Derek Hale's afternoon as he was peacefully reading in his room. Looking up every now and again when the clouds moved in front of the sun above him, he would scan what he could see of the forest before reading another two paragraphs.

He closed his book without marking it, knowing he'd remember it anyway. He stood from his bed, walking out of his room and down the stairs. He heard shoes hop up the front steps to his house, and he strode over to the door as an arm raised itself to knock, opening it to see surprised light brown eyes looking up at him. He said nothing, just tilted his head to the side a bit and raised an eyebrow, relaxing a bit against the door.

"Hi, Derek," Stiles smiled a little, one hand slipping into his pocket, the other rubbing his hair, "So... Did I interrupt anything?"

The wolf shrugged, shaking his head slightly. He liked how the younger teen sort of tripped over things to say, opening and closing his mouth as if he thought of something better each time, but didn't say it. He stepped closer, Stiles not even noticing until he fully concentrated again.

"Stiles," He smirked at the shiver it caused, "What is it?"

"Y-You wanna go have lunch with me? I see you're not doing much, and it's kinda cold for you to be here wearing just," He gestured to Derek's body, wearing only a gray t-shirt and dark wash blue jeans, "that stuff... So, um... yeah."

"...You want me to have lunch with you?" The wolf asked, leaning against the door frame, crossing his arms over his chest, trying not to show how amusing he found this.

"Yeah. But, if you don't want to go, that's cool, too..." Stiles shrugged. He turned, keeping his eyes on the ground as he started to walk back to his Jeep. He sighed as he heard Derek's front door shut, and climbed into his car, slamming the door a bit too forcefully to let out some frustration.

"Wow, anger issues?" The wolf watched Stiles jump, holding back a chuckle as he fixed his leather jacket.

"I-I... You.." The shorter teen pointed to the house, to them, then back again.

"So, where are we going?" Derek flashed him a genuine smile, leaning back in his seat.

"U-Uh, it's just a few towns over. Somewhere nice I used to go." Stiles said after a moment, smiling at Derek's smile before starting up the car and buckling in.

He nodded, getting as comfortable as he could without letting his guard down, sighing as another annoying pop song started to spill from the speakers. The shorter teen glanced over at him, biting his lip.

"You can uh, change the song if you want." He gestured to his iPod, then lifted it out of the jack, handing it to him.

Derek took the device from him, his fingertips brushing against the other's palm as a test to see what his heart would do. He held back a smirk when it pumped faster. He flipped through the songs, not looking up as the Jeep started moving, wondering if the kid had anything other than Fall Out Boy and Lady GaGa. He didn't have to wonder long, when he checked 'Artists', seeing he had an impressive collection of 60s to 90s rock. He selected a song, then set it back in the jack, letting 'Four Sticks' by Led Zeppelin fill the car.

Stiles tapped the beat on the steering wheel, happy to see the wolf like some kind of music. He'd have to remember for next time he showed up at his house. They both watched the road, the wolf often checking if they were being followed, but seeing nothing each time. The kid's phone started to ring, and he watched as he reached into his jeans pocket and answered it.

"Yeah, Scott?" Stiles said without looking at who was calling, happy he'd gotten it right when his best buddy's voice came from the other end of the line.

"Hey, where are you? I'm looking at this stuff you put on my desk and I have a question." Scott told him, taking another bite of his fully-packed sandwich, looking at the piles of books, papers and photos on his desk.

"In my car. What's the question?" He shrugged, even though he knew the other couldn't see it.

"How did you get it my room? You never even came over today!" Scott yelled in blasphemy, remembering no Stiles this morning, because his mother mentioned it before she head out to work.

"I'm a magician." Stiles oped for not telling him the truth, because he liked being able to get into Scott's room without being noticed.

"Dude, I'm serious... But obviously you're gonna give me a straight answer," He sighed, tapping his foot before thinking of something else, "So, are you going to tell me what happened with you and Derek? Or am I hurting and scaring you by saying his name again?"

"Scott..." Stiles started, seeing that Derek's foot had stopped tapping and he remembered that he could probably hear everything, "I-I can't talk anymore... I'm going through a tunnel... Uh, bye."

"No, Stiles, don't hang up on-!"

The shorter teen clicked the 'end call' button, then set his phone in his lap, sighing at how awkward it would be now. He didn't actually tell Scott anything, but Scott had said lots of things as he drove him home that morning. He thought that Derek had really attacked him, and his father had pretty much thought the same thing, only he didn't know he'd stayed at the wolf's house. He didn't want to have any of those talks with his father anytime soon. He gripped the steering wheel a bit tighter, and tried to focus on the road.

"You snuck into Scott's room?" Derek broke the silence, trying to get the tension Stiles had in his shoulders to go away.

"Yes! Okay? I-I snuck into his room while he was eating breakfast and I left shit for him." The younger teen snapped, then his eyes widened as he looked over at Derek with a horrified expression on his face.

The wolf just nodded, looking down as the kid's phone rang again, this time a text message. Stiles' jaw clenched as he thought about a day away from everyone was turning out to be horrible with Scott trying to call him and ask about the person he was with. He didn't bother Scott when he was on dates with Allison. Except for that one time... and that other time. Wait, was he going on a date with Derek? He sighed and reached down, his hand meeting another, fingers curling around the phone, so close to his crotch. He'd be lying if he said that didn't turn him on just a little. He looked up and saw Derek give him a small smile.

The older teen brought the phone over to himself and opened the text, Scott asking Stiles what he was doing and not to hang up on him again. He wrote back a response, then sent it, fixing his eyes back on the road after.

"What did you write to-?"

"Pull up next to her." The wolf interrupted, pointing to a blond girl jogging along side the road, yoga pants and sports bra making Stiles comply almost immediately.

The girl looked up at the Jeep when she found it right next to her. She glanced at Stiles, who was sporting a goofy grin, then her eyes set on Derek, who was faking a smirk.

"Hey, will you smile for me?" Derek asked, voice soft and sweet, holding up the phone.

She nodded and smiled, giggling lightly when the wolf took her picture with the cell phone. Stiles wasn't really surprised that she listened to him... who wouldn't? She pulled her lip between her teeth as Derek gave her a smile.

"Beautiful. Thank you, sweetie." He reached out and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, fingertips grazing her cheek and neck before he pulled his arm back into the car.

Stiles felt a wave of jealousy jolt through him, and he suddenly wasn't attracted to this girl anymore. Why didn't Derek touch him like that? Why didn't he make nice comments about him like that? She's a fucking bitch. When Derek looked over at him, then motioned to the road with his eyes, he pressed on the gas, happy to leave the girl behind. The wolf noticed the way the kid was acting, he felt a whole new vibe projecting from him.

"You okay?" Derek asked, pressing a few buttons on the phone.

"Fine." Stiles answered coldly, and the older teen noticed his heart speed up for a few beats.

"Stiles-"

"Why did you talk to her?" The shorter teen interrupted, glancing over at him before looking back at the road.

"To get you an alibi." He said, holding up the phone and showing the conversation with Scott.

Scott (Mobile)
Dude, what are you doing? Talk to me... And don't hang up on me, that was uncalled for. Just tell me what happened with you and Derek. Did he hurt you?

Stiles (Mobile)
Sorry, there was a girl on the side of the road that needed help. I think she likes me, bro... And, I'd rather not say.

Scott (Mobile)
Yeah, right. No offense, but I think you're lying to me. And seriously... I saw what you looked like that morning.

Stiles (Mobile)
I take offense. I'm an attractive guy, and...

(picture "hotgirl" sent)

Would she be smiling for the camera if she didn't like me?

Scott (Mobile)
Oh, wow. I see you're busy... But I'm not done with asking you about Derek. Bye, man. Go get her! :D!

Stiles expression softened instantly, and he looked back at the road, "Oh."

"You just looked tense about him bothering you, so I thought I'd take care of it." The wolf shrugged, slipping the phone into the breast pocket of Stiles' plaid over shirt, setting his hands in his own lap after.

"Wow... Uh, thank you, Derek." The shorter teen said, "That's... really nice of you."

"I can be nice." The older teen shrugged again, letting one of his arms hang out the window as he got 'comfortable' again.

"I-I know. In your own twisted, weird way, you're very nice." Stiles nodded, sneaking a glance as him.

Were you... Were you jealous? Of that girl?" The wolf stared at the other teen, feeling amused. He seemed to always be amused when Stiles was around, even if it was for a few moments. It was better than nothing.

"No, I wasn't jealous." The younger teen lied, heartbeat giving him away again, causing the older teen to smirk.

"You were." Derek nodded, "You are. What? Do you want me to talk to you like I talked to her? You want me to touch you like I did to her?"

Stiles sighed and leaned away from the hand that came up to touch his cheek, "That's not it. And that's not funny."

"It's kind of funny." The wolf said, trailing a finger down Stiles' neck, feeling the blood pumping through his veins, pulse pounding under the delicious-looking creamy skin. Derek suddenly wanted to sink his teeth into it again, make another mark to show that Stiles was his and no one else's.

"You don't know what the definition of funny is." The shorter teen mumbled, sitting forward and doing his best to look annoyed with him.

"Amusement. I find this amusing..." The older teen took a breath, "I find you amusing."

Stiles faltered a bit, the car slowing down as he looked over at him, "You do?"

Derek nodded, watching the smile appear on the kid's face, lick his lips and look back at the road, optimism coming off him like sun rays. Derek wet his lips as well, hoping maybe the other teen would lean over and kiss him until he couldn't breathe, but he knew that most likely wouldn't happen. Stiles drove through two towns, the wolf giving him strange looks with every other mile they kept going.

"Are you taking me into the next state?" The older teen asked, turning his head to see yet another 'leaving town' sign.

"No." Was the other's simple answer, turning off the road and onto an almost hidden dirt one.

Derek went silent, letting the younger teen drive them down the bumpy trail, ignoring just how agitated he'd get when Stiles went in a pothole that shook and bounced the entire vehicle. He stared out the window, searching through the thick patches of trees for any threats that might be waiting and watching. He found none. Soon, the trees faded into bushes, then disappeared all together, grass fanning out into sand. Derek looked out, a clean, blue-green tinted lake spanning out about a mile, a dock stretching out from the shore next to a small-looking house. He could smell the lake water, even the untouched sheets inside the house. He could practically feel how jittery Stiles was as he parked the Jeep and turned it off.

"What is this place?" Derek asked, settling his gaze on the other teen.

"It's my family's summer house. We uh, haven't been here in a while, since my mom... But I was here yesterday and fixed it up a little." Stiles explained, a hint of sadness in his tone when he talked about his mother.

Derek wasn't the bleeding-heart-type, but it hurt him to see the kid that way, "I'm sorry."

He shook his head, unbuckling himself, "It's cool. I-It's totally fine."

The wolf knew he was lying, and got out of the car when Stiles did, following him up to the house and watching as he dug through his pockets trying to find the keys. The older teen reached into the kid's right back pocket, causing him to lurch away before relaxing. He handed him the keys he retrieved, and expected a dog joke, but only got a quiet "thank you" instead. Derek felt how sad he was, but he also sensed happiness. He wondered how anyone could feel both at the same time. Stiles slipped off his shoes and jacket, throwing the keys on the counter after. He felt arms wrap around him, pushing him against the counter, breath hot on his neck.

"Derek..." The shorter teen set his hands flat against the counter top, pulling his lip between his teeth, wondering what the wolf wanted and how he was going to get it.

Derek ran his hands down Stiles' body, causing a shiver, stopping and grasping his hip, pulling him to turn around. The younger teen looked up at him, the counter pressing against his lower back as Derek pushed his body flush up against him, chest to chest. He moved his hand up, running his rough fingertips along Stiles' jaw, cupping his cheek in his hand. He pulled him forward, trying to his best to remember how to be gentle, lips meeting softly and surprising both of them. Neither of them were accustomed to this kind of intimacy, but they tried to make it work, sliding their lips against the other's, hoping they did what the other wanted.

Stiles pulled away, lips hovering less than an inch away from Derek's, feeling each breath he took, "What was that?"

"A kiss." He whispered back, feeling how loose his hands were on Stiles' hips. It was... different. He wanted to manhandle him again, throw him down and make him feel good; he'd fuck him up against the damn counter later if he'd let him.

"Do it again." The younger teen said before leaning up and pushing their lips together, nervously wrapping his arms around the wolf's neck to pull him closer. Derek felt the urge to lift him onto the counter, but resisted, liking the way Stiles' lips moved against his like they were learning what they felt like; what they tasted like. He felt him start to nibble at the bottom one, no doubt testing out what he'd seen from movies, actually enjoying how the kid wasn't scared when he gave a tug after his lip was between his teeth.

He let the kid explore, knowing he hadn't had much time for that the first time, not to mention the lack of sight he had during most of it. He opened his mouth when he felt Stiles' tongue poking at his lips, and he held back a groan as the other's tongue flicked against his own. He heard a soft moan slip from Stiles as he traced his inner cheek and he felt hands start to curl in his hair, but backed off when he gave a low growl of approval. Derek pushed himself against the shorter teen, pressing his elbows up so the hands were back in his hair, grasping at it. Stiles let the wolf's tongue invade his mouth, the wet muscle sliding over all his sensitive spots, more moans being forced from him.

Stiles felt his growing erection strain against his jeans, and he started to rock against him, wishing he'd get more attention from that sinful tongue on the lower half of his body. Derek's lips moved to his neck, nibbling over the dark purple mark he was proud the kid didn't cover up, and bit another into the skin just below it. The shorter teen gasped, and his hips stuttered forward, creating amazing friction that made both of them groan. The wolf released him, satisfied to see a mark already blooming. He ran his tongue along it, feeling the blood pumping through his veins, hearing it loud in his ears.

"Derek, there's bedrooms upstairs." Stiles breathed out, wanting to get out of his clothing as soon as he could.

The wolf cupped his erection through his jeans, making him whimper for more attention, "Go up there. Get undressed and sit on the bed."

The younger teen nodded quickly, sighing when he was released, tripping over himself to run over and up the stairs. He felt eyes on him until he reached the hallway, turning into the room that belonged to him. He started to shed himself of his clothes, wondering why Derek didn't come with him. He threw off his over shirt and under shirt, hearing his phone thump onto the floor, but he didn't pick it up. He got himself out of his jeans, groaning at the fact they couldn't hold him in anymore. He wondered if Derek wanted him completely naked as he stood there in his boxers, cock pulsing and begging for attention under the loose confines. He bit his lip and pulled them down, letting out a deep breath as overheated flesh met cool air. He crawled under the thin sheet that lay on the bed, and waited.

He was impatient, to say the least. He wanted Derek, all of him, right now. Why is he making me wait? I don't like it. He sighed, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the headboard, images of Derek's lips around his cock flooding his head, all of it heading straight to his other head, which throbbed for attention. He knew he shouldn't... But he needed to. He slid his hand down under the covers, wrapping a hand around his cock, starting to pump.

He stayed hooked on the vision of Derek blowing him, even though he knew it really wouldn't happen. He couldn't see the wolf actually getting down on his knees in front of him, although it was a really nice mental picture to try and put together. He groaned softly, tongue poking out to wet his lips after. He felt something tug his hands away, and it startled him to feel lips on his neck.

"Did I say you could touch yourself?"