"I'll be right in," Derek told him, finally pulling to a stop just outside his house. "I need to call Chase and tell him what happened."
"Okay," Stiles agreed quietly, climbing out of the car. Derek waited a few moments, half debating if he should tell Ross, just in case. Calling Chase and looking after Stiles were more important, he'd decide about Ross later. He dialed Chase before leaning against the steering wheel.
"Oh hey Hale, where'd you and Stiles get to?"
"We left," Derek answered, wincing at how it sounded when it came out. "Someone was staring at Stiles and he had the bite so…thought it'd be best if we headed out." Chase was silent a beat.
"I would love to say something about you being paranoid or overprotective but if it was Aubrey I'd probably do the same."
"You have to protect your own."
"So do you." Derek scoffed slightly.
"It's not the same."
"Really? You two seemed awfully comfortable today."
"We were," Derek admitted.
"Holding hands," Chase continued, "wandering off on your own. I heard the 'boyfriend' thing, don't think I didn't." Derek pulled the phone from his mouth before sighing. "Did you finally decide you wanted to keep him?"
"You make it sound like he's a pet to be kept."
"You know what I mean." Another pause of silence and Derek thought this was the longest conversation he and Chase had ever had.
"It would be okay," Chase murmured, "if you tried to. Keep him I mean."
"No it wouldn't. He has a father to get back to."
"Aubrey has a family too. We're working on it."
"Aubrey is completely in love with you. Not to mention the pup."
"Stiles could fall in love with you too." A sharp laugh pulled out of his lips and Derek bit down on it, free hand curling over the steering wheel in a reflexive action.
"No he couldn't." That was exactly why things had been so easy today. Because Derek had finally realized there was no getting too close. Stiles wasn't going to fall in love with him. It was a temporary situation and soon enough it would be over. Things would go back to normal.
"Don't be so sure. When he was scared what's the first thing he did?"
"His breathing sped up and I asked what was wrong. He didn't do anything."
"But he went with you. When it very well could have been someone looking for him."
"They would have been in uniform, Stiles knows that."
"Could have been a private detective. Point is he let you protect him."
"He didn't know anyone else there so I'm better than some guy staring at him creepily. Well made point Chase."
"He let you protect him," Chase repeated, "just think about it Hale."
"No it was just-" The line went dead and Derek pulled his phone down before staring at it. So Stiles went with him and let him protect him. He knew that. But that didn't mean anything. It just meant Stiles trusted Derek more than a stranger. That didn't even mean he trusted him.
He sighed before getting out of his car and heading inside. Stiles was sitting on the futon, fingers drumming over his knee furiously.
"You okay?" Stiles' fingers hesitated before continuing.
"Y-Yeah. Fine." Derek frowned.
"You don't have to lie Stiles."
"I just-I-" he gave a helpless little shrug before falling silent again. Derek crossed to the futon and sat before pulling Stiles close.
"It's okay. I won't let anything happen to you."
"No I just I'm sure it wasn't a hunter because he moved too fast and there was nothing outwardly threatening I mean he smiled the second time so I just think he was just not trying to be creepy but I think I think that I fucked up." Derek was used to Stiles' mouth going a mile a minute by now but the last three words seemed to crash through the air.
"What do you mean?" he questioned, cutting Stiles off.
"I," he paused and made a quiet, unhappy sound, "I had the thought that he might take me away from you and I just it was horrible. It was horrible to think that. And I don't like to think about leaving you and that can't happen. That can't happen because I have to leave. We're not- We aren't I mean we're just friends." He paused again, head dipped, "We just hang out," he said in a small voice. Derek was frozen. He didn't know what to do. Stiles sounded honestly upset by the fact that nothing was happening between them. Except nothing could happen. Hadn't they agreed on that?
His fingers skated over Stiles' shoulder as he tried to think. He didn't know what to say. Were there even words that could make this better?
"It'll be alright," he offered softly. After another moment he pulled Stiles into his lap, sighing when Stiles curled against him, grabbing fistfuls of his jacket and shirt. "Everything that's happening, everything that you're feeling…it's only temporary."
"I fucked up," Stiles repeated on a whisper. "I don't want to leave now. How am I going to leave in two months?"
"I know you're confused," Derek hoped his tone was comforting, "there's so much to take in and try to deal with. You didn't fuck up Stiles."
"Don't have feelings," Stiles muttered, "how hard is that?"
"It's mostly impossible."
"Do you have feelings you don't want?"
"Every moment," Derek admitted easily. Stiles laughed softly before sighing.
"I mean about me."
"Yeah," he admitted on a breath, "those too."
"Oh." Silence fell between them and Derek listened to their heartbeats, his seemed far too fast.
"What if it doesn't go away?"
"It will," Derek told him, as if he knew.
"How do you know?" Derek grimaced. Trust Stiles to call him on his shit now.
"There's a reason it only lasts three months without making it permanent. Mating isn't meant to be a bad thing. It's meant to be a partnership."
"So it will go away," Stiles said, sounding unsure.
"Yes." I hope so.
"This whole mating run seems a little ass backwards to me. I mean how are we supposed to form a partnership when I don't know you at all before we're thrown into it?"
"Nobody's died yet," Derek told him, the joke falling flat. Stiles just sighed, shifting into what must have been a more comfortable position.
"So basically," he said after another moment, "what you're telling me is that we have no control at all. None whatsoever." Derek wasn't sure how to answer and must have hesitated too long. "We can't control our feelings. We can't control this bond. So we're just stuck." He sighed again. "Stuck," he repeated softly.
"Just for now."
"That doesn't make me feel any better," Stiles informed him.
"I'm sorry."
"You should be." The words lacked heat and Derek fought off a sigh of his own. "So Derek," Stiles' heart was thrumming rapidly then and Derek's stomach twisted, "if we can't fight it then why are we trying?" Derek pulled back, putting as much space as he could between them without dropping Stiles to the floor. His wolf was already curling warm in his gut, content with where it was sure this conversation was going.
"Stiles," he began carefully.
"What?" Stiles cut him off. "You want to. I know you do. And if there's no reason not to then why not?"
Stiles shifted suddenly, twisting and wrapping his body around Derek's. His hands settled just over his shoulders, his thighs wrapping around Derek's hips. Derek could feel his eyes widen. Stiles' cheeks were red and his heart was pounding in his chest but he didn't back off.
"Sex will change things," Derek offered slowly, trying to keep thinking. Trying to ignore the heat that was scorching across his skin.
"No it won't. We've already had sex."
"We didn't know each other." Derek's hands were moving on their own, around Stiles' ribs and gripping at his back.
"Doesn't matter," Stiles' voice had taken on a breathy quality and Derek was losing this battle fast.
"Why are you suddenly so eager to have sex with me?" Stiles paused at this, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth before biting down on it. Derek's wolf pressed against his skin, senses practically on overload as he took in Stiles' flush again. His pulse. His uneven breaths. The wet little sound as he bit down again.
"Why not?" Derek closed his eyes, trying to shut his mate out.
"That's not good enough," he gritted, dragging in a breath with difficulty.
"What reason would you accept?" Stiles challenged on a whisper. "I want you? I need you?" For a moment Derek couldn't breathe. He stood as he pushed Stiles off him, aiming him towards the futon.
"I don't know what's going on with you but knock it off," he spat, striding towards the door.
"Maybe I'm tired of being alone." Shit.
Derek stopped where he was, taking a breath before turning back. Stiles wasn't looking at him and he cringed. "No one ever wanted me before you. I don't know how long it's gonna be after you until someone else wants me. If it's not gonna do any harm then why not?" His rapid heartbeat didn't falter and Derek wished it did. He wished Stiles was lying.
"I'm pretty sure you're just oblivious to the people that want you Stiles." Stiles rolled his eyes and mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like Harlequin.
"In case you failed to notice I'm nerdy and awkward and I have weird muscle spasms. I promise I'm not beating any girls off with a stick." He crossed his arms. "Damn Derek why couldn't you just go along with it? Now I'm the pathetic virgin begging you to sleep with me." Derek sighed. This was exactly why sex complicated things. Even if you didn't have it.
"You're not pathetic or a virgin. You don't even know what you do to me on a daily basis." Stiles jumped to his feet as his entire face creased in a wince.
"Ew god please just stop there. I don't need your pity comments okay? Your eyes are so pretty oh my darling oh my sweetest." He shook his head rapidly. "I'm sorry I suggested it alright? Let's just forget about it and I'm going to bed. Goodnight."
"Stiles-"
"Just don't! I'm going." Stiles edged around Derek carefully, nearly falling into the banister as he rounded it. He all but ran up the steps, the door slamming reverberating down the hall and making Derek flinch. His wolf whined, the sound nearly escaping.
"Damn it." He paced to the base of the stairs and back before yanking off his jacket and letting it drop to the floor. He kicked his shoes off and folded the futon down before tossing himself onto it. For a moment Derek covered his face with his hands. There were probably very few ways he could have made that worse. None immediately came to mind.
It was a few hours before Stiles crept back down the stairs, peeking over the banister. Derek guessed he was trying to tell if he was asleep. He wasn't. Stiles hesitated before continuing down, stopping on the bottom step and staring at him.
"I can't sleep," he offered finally.
"Me either." Stiles sighed again before hopping off the step and crossing the room. Derek shifted to make room for him and Stiles hesitated before climbing in.
"I'm sorry." He curled into Derek's chest and sighed. "Sorry," he mumbled again. Derek wrapped his arm around Stiles and sighed too.
"You have nothing to be sorry for."
"Yeah I do I just jumped on this half baked idea full steam ahead and I really shouldn't be surprised at all that it ended badly."
"I didn't want to hurt you." Stiles huffed out a quick laugh.
"It was a bad idea. Sex is a bad idea. I know. I just feel so…" he groaned and tucked his face into Derek. "Helpless," he mumbled into Derek's shirt.
"I really doubt sex is going to help that."
"At least it'd feel good. Supposed to be better after the first time anyways right?" A low growl rumbled around in Derek's throat before he could stop it. Stiles sighed at him again. "I mean I'm assuming I'll find out before I die."
"I'm sure you will," Derek assured him when he was sure he wouldn't growl at the idea of someone else touching Stiles.
"I just have to find someone else with the same taste as you. No big deal." Derek gritted his teeth and inhaled slowly.
"This isn't the best conversation for us to have," he let out haltingly.
"Why not?" Stiles questioned, honestly not getting it.
"Because you're my mate and I don't like to think about someone else touching you." Derek's hand inched up Stiles' back as he spoke, resting at the nape of his neck before stroking it gently.
"Well no one did before you and if no one wants to after you I'll probably just toss myself off a cliff," Stiles muttered dryly.
That image was even worse.
"That's not funny," Derek informed him.
"Well I can hardly be a cat man can I? I'm not having an operation just so I can be a cat lady seriously." That image was more appealing but Derek chose to keep that thought to himself. Then again most anything would be more appealing than Stiles dead. His fingers stilled and he measured Stiles' pulse for a few moments. It was ridiculous he knew because he could hear his heart and even feel Stiles breathing against him. The press and pull of his chest was exquisite. Maybe the idea of death was just too much without as much physical proof against it as possible.
"I can't imagine you with a cat," Derek said, suddenly remembering they were having a conversation.
"I can't really either. Cats aren't very trustworthy."
"Agreed."
"Dogs are better."
"I know you're tempted to make a joke. I can feel it. Don't go there."
"What if joking is how I release stress?"
"Find another way."
"I tried. You shot me down." Derek paused.
"Not funny."
"Half kidding," Stiles muttered, grinning at him for just a second.
"You need to work on your material."
"No one appreciates me," Stiles huffed with an exaggerated sigh.
"Give me something to appreciate," Derek returned, wincing as soon as it was out.
"We've discussed this," he could hear Stiles' smile, "I tried." Derek closed his eyes and groaned quickly.
"You're not going to let this go are you?"
"Is this where you threaten to bend me over a tree?" Stiles demanded, pushing himself up and arching an eyebrow before wiggling them.
"You're on board with that now?" Stiles dropped down, lying on Derek's chest again.
"That's still a no actually."
"What a relief," Derek exhaled dryly.
"I know it's very surprising with our history," Stiles told him easily, "but I do actually have standards."
"I'll be sure to make a note of it."
"Hey how come you can make jokes about bending me over a tree if you don't actually want to sleep with me?"
"I sleep with you constantly." Stiles poked him sharply between two ribs.
"You know what I mean. How come you don't want to have sex with me?" Derek sighed. "As per usual, everyone is getting laid except Stiles. Scott has even probably found someone to sleep with him by now. Maybe it was even a pity thing since his best friend has been missing all this time."
"Not only is it not a good idea," Derek began, rolling his eyes at Stiles' continuing lack of filter, "there's no guarantee that I'd be able to keep my wolf down."
"So? Pretty sure you let your freak flag fly the first time and it was…okay mostly."
"You seriously don't think before you talk do you?"
"Why would you say that? I think all the time, I'm thinking right now."
"Do you think about what you're going to say?"
"Ah…not really."
"That's what I thought."
"Shove it Stubble McBroody." Derek struggled to look down at him.
"What did you just call me?"
"You heard me," Stiles mumbled, not making the effort to meet his eyes.
Derek laid back, lips curling in a smile.
"You're so strange," he couldn't help a chuckle. Derek was a bit surprised when he couldn't seem to stop chuckling.
"Stop shaking me," Stiles whined. Derek started laughing then. Stiles whined again, the sound wavering as Derek continued to laugh.
"I can't breathe," he complained weakly. "I don't understand you," he was still laughing around the words, "at all."
"Now he thinks I'm funny," Stiles muttered, "when I'm not even trying to be funny." Derek's chest ached as he tried to stop laughing. He couldn't seem to and the feeling was so alien he felt dizzy for several moments. Stiles sat up eventually, staring down at him with hands on either side of his torso. "Are you okay?" he questioned as Derek finally quieted.
"I don't think I've ever laughed that hard in my life," Derek admitted, another chuckle escaping.
"I don't think I've ever heard you laugh."
"Well it doesn't happen very often." Derek wasn't even sure of the last time he'd laughed. Not really.
"Seriously should I be scared because if I get my hands on some peaches I can make some cyanide really easily and just-"
"And just what?"
"And just have some cyanide. In powder form."
"I shouldn't be surprised that you know that but I am. I'm also kind of worried."
"What is cyanide bad for you guys too?"
"You ask that as if I have personal experience with poisons."
"You say that as if it's an entirely ridiculous notion. What's the point of supernatural powers if you don't see how far they can go?"
"The point would probably be me staying alive."
"You have no sense of adventure."
"And you are just utterly ridiculous." Stiles smiled at him again before settling back down.
"Maybe that's why we get along so…interestingly."
"I'm not really sure that's a good thing."
"It is." Derek tried to think of something to say but after a moment it seemed a good place to leave the conversation. It seemed a good place to leave them for the night.
Derek woke up with Stiles' hair tickling his chin. He smiled before reminding himself not to move.
"Derek," Stiles mumbled, head shifting slightly.
"Good morning," Derek returned.
"Mm, wha?" Stiles' head rose slowly and he blinked blearily before rubbing his eye. "What was that?"
"I said good morning."
"Oh. Good morning."
"Were you dreaming?" Stiles sat up before stretching and pulling his shirt back down.
"Nope." Lie.
"What were you not dreaming about?"
"I'm going to pee," Stiles announced.
"That's not an answer." Stiles waved him off as he climbed the stairs. Derek sat up and stretched too before laying back. The shower started upstairs.
His phone started vibrating in his jacket and he groaned to himself before getting off the futon and yanking it out.
"Hello?"
"Derek," Mona said, voice clipped, "you didn't come in last night." Derek woke fully at those words, shoving a hand through his hair. "You didn't call. You didn't show up. This may be your fist offense but you only have three chances here."
"I'm afraid something came up," he returned coolly.
"Oh?"
"I'm not comfortable discussing it." There was a long pause.
"Then I take it you don't have an approved reason for missing work?"
"Not really. Two more chances then?" The answer was the line disconnecting. He plugged his phone in and dropped it to the carpet before sitting down again. He'd completely forgotten he was supposed to work. He'd never done that before. It wasn't the job. An average salary that he probably worked too hard for, it could easily be replaced if he even needed it in the first place. It was more that he'd forgotten. It was just…weird. Then again he'd been a bit preoccupied. He was still considering trying to get some more sleep when Stiles came back down.
"What's up?" he prompted, "You kinda look constipated." Derek cracked a smile against his will.
"I missed work last night." Stiles paused with one hand still on the banister, blinking a few times.
"Huh," he exhaled. "I take it you don't normally do that."
"No I don't normally do that," Derek answered with an eye roll.
"Well…sorry." He lifted one shoulder in a shrug before moving into the kitchen. "I was thinking a walk after breakfast," he tossed over his shoulder.
A few hours later they were settled over a fallen tree. Derek was laid back on it, Stiles curled against it as he read. It wasn't a bad way to spend the afternoon and Derek was having a harder and harder time remembering what he'd done before Stiles.
"Derek." Derek didn't respond, grunting when Stiles climbed to his feet and fell on him. "Derek I'm hungry and I know you're awake which is good because you're too big for me to carry you."
"Not that big, give it a shot," Derek suggested, offering one of his arms.
"Ha ha," Stiles let out. Stiles simply fell on him again, not getting back up. "I'm going to annoy you until you take me to get food."
"Maybe I've built up a resistance to you," Derek suggested. Stiles wiggled around until his body was lined up over Derek's.
"Derek," he said slowly, "food."
"I'll meet you," Derek tried then.
"I can't find my way back alone and you know it." Stiles poked him in the ribs as if to punctuate the statement and Derek grunted. He continued to play dead and Stiles sighed dramatically before pushing up again. Derek very nearly made a comment about not being a life sized pillow but resisted. "Derek," Stiles whined, poking him again. Derek managed a small growl at that. Of course, Stiles being Stiles, he poked harder. Derek sighed in favor of reacting. "Come on," Stiles whined again. "I'm hungry, don't be mean to me."
Derek's lips curled just barely and Stiles huffed before attacking him with sharp stabs of his fingers. Derek wasn't sure how it happened but his body suddenly vaulted off the tree, landing them both in the dirt. Stiles gave a feeble cough his eyes wide.
"Are you alright?" Derek demanded. Stiles coughed again.
"Yeah fine," he said shallowly before sucking in a gasp of air. "Are you ticklish?" he questioned after another moment.
"No," Derek answered immediately. Stiles grinned up at him.
"I think you mean yes."
"I'm not." Not that he knew of.
"Really?" Stiles' hands reached between them, spanning across his ribcage. Derek didn't react, relieved when he didn't have an urge to. "Hm," Stiles exhaled, fingers curling just slightly.
"Satisfied?" Derek risked, jumping when Stiles' fingertips slid just under the lowest rib on each side.
"Yes," Stiles told him, delighted.
"Stiles-" Derek gasped as both of Stiles' hands moved in sync, skirting out and down towards his hips. He began drumming them, sending teases of vibrations up Derek's torso. Derek pushed his feet into the dirt for leverage before shoving his body into Stiles', trapping his torturous hands.
"I would define that as ticklish, just so you know."
"I would define that as a bad idea seeing as I have claws." Stiles stuck out his tongue and Derek bit down on a smile, small as it would have been. Stiles wiggled his hands again, grinning when Derek glared at him.
"You wouldn't use your claws on innocent little me now would you?"
"Innocent? Ha."
"Hollow threat and you know it." Derek let his hand crawl up Stiles' shoulder and rested it at his collarbone.
"You sure?" Stiles just kept grinning at him.
"Don't forget I know your weak spots."
"This seems a good time to taunt me?" Stiles arched an eyebrow, sobering.
"Okay, go ahead. Sink into this long, pale, and submissive neck." He tilted his head back and Derek couldn't help but trace a finger over the most prominent vein. The swell of skin all but danced against the press of his hand. Stiles' pulse began picking up as his wide eyes watched Derek's every move.
"Should I be panicking or-?"
"Shh." Unexpectedly, Stiles listened. Derek's stomach twisted and he tried to press even closer. His fingertip skated to the raised edge of scab. Stiles didn't make a move to stop him, he was barely even breathing, and Derek almost wished he would because he had no idea what he was doing.
He wanted more. He wanted Stiles closer and warmer and he wasn't sure he had name for this craving that was pulling and tugging along under his skin. It felt a bit like falling towards his death. Dangerous and thrilling all wrapped into one want that set his teeth on edge and flared with each beat of Stiles' heart.
"You look sort of weirdly intense right now," Stiles let out in a rushed breath, "what are you thinking about?" His voice pitched higher on the last word and Derek's lips curled again.
"Every inch of you," Derek answered as he leaned closer to Stiles. Stiles' vein jumped.
"Are you t-trying to flirt with me? Because it's sort of direct and like direct and I'm p-pretty sure no one flirts like this." Derek knew, on some level, that he should be paying more attention to what Stiles was saying. He should get up and let Stiles make an awkward joke. They should walk back and make dinner or go out. They should do something other than continue to lay here, especially with the way Derek was very nearly between Stiles' thighs. Stiles muttered something about beds, the jumble of words not actually making it out of his mouth. Derek couldn't think straight. Finally he stopped trying, pressing his lips just under Stiles' jaw. Stiles inhaled quickly, entire frame tensing under him. Too long. It had been too long since he'd done this. Too long since he'd touched his mate in the very way that he was meant to. The way he needed to. One hand shoved to the earth, pushing him up a few inches as he curled his other hand at the base of Stiles' skull. Derek tilted his hips to fall between Stiles' legs, as they'd been teasing to do for the past several moments. Finally.
Stiles flailed a bit, legs falling open further. Derek might wonder if it was intentional, later. He was a bit busy catching Stiles' mouth as it was. Stiles' lips stopped moving eventually and he tentatively kissed back. Derek was nearly lost in the sudden silence. Had Stiles been talking that whole time? Maybe he should have tried to listen. Derek nipped lightly before lifting away, nearly growling.
"Talk," he spat. Stiles stared at him with wide eyes, mouth moving noiselessly. Derek did growl then and Stiles swallowed.
"B-Bed," he stammered, "next time we're doing this in a bed." Derek sat back and forced himself to take a deep breath.
"Yeah?" he questioned, curling his hands and slowly letting them back out.
"I m-mean beds are good." He fidgeted beneath Derek's crouch. "Oh god you're not changing your mind are you? I'm shutting up I swear." Derek had a ridiculous urge to laugh, swaying forward and missing Stiles' mouth when he swayed back.
"I'm making sure I don't lose control and hurt you," he explained, catching the back of Stiles' neck again to hold him still.
"Oh," Stiles laughed once, "okay good yeah." Derek paused, trying to get under control. "We're doing this then? Like really…doing this?"
"You talk too much." Stiles rolled his eyes and huffed.
"Yeah I know but are we doing this?"
"Come here."
Stiles looked him up and down; at the way Derek's legs were practically trapping his, and frowned.
"I don't know if you've met me but…" Derek rolled back on his heels before sitting, pushing Stiles' feet out of the way.
"Now," Derek said, gesturing to himself, "come here."
"Right," Stiles agreed quietly. "I'm getting right on that." Stiles pushed himself up slowly before hesitating. "Uh," he exhaled, "you sure?" It was Derek's turn to hesitate and he spent it watching Stiles. He reached out slowly, wrapping his fingers around Stiles' wrist and tugging him forward. Stiles tried to take a step and ended up pitching forward into Derek's lap. Derek adjusted him quickly before letting his hand run down Stiles' thigh and over his knee.
"It's up to you." Stiles stared at him for a long moment, as if he was waiting for Derek to take it back. Derek worked on relaxing again. Stiles took a deep breath before setting his hands on Derek's shoulders. Derek leaned back slightly, bracing his hands behind him. He had to stay in control here. He had to keep his hands off Stiles. "I've never-ah really done this before," Stiles admitted quietly.
"We don't have to do anything." Stiles flushed, looking down.
"Jesus my life is a soap opera." He shook his head quickly before leaning in and just barely touching his lips to Derek's. Derek tensed, forcing his entire body not to move. Stiles pulled back to lick his lips, breath puffing out as he returned. Derek returned the pressure, tilting his neck just slightly to meet him. He had to remind himself to take it slow, keep touches light.
Stiles' hand tangled in his shirt and he pushed up, kissing him harder. Derek gritted his teeth, exhaling sharply as he tried to hold on. His wolf was too excited, bordering on happy and Derek wasn't used to this. He was used to being angry. He was used to holding back on the full moon even. But this was something totally different. Stiles wiggled against him and Derek had to pull back, turning away to try and catch his breath.
"Um. Whoops?"
"I just…need a minute."
"I was just trying to uh and it's kind of hard to move when you're straddling someone." He felt Stiles bury his face in his neck, probably forcing himself to shut up.
"It's a little hard to maintain my control when you're straddling me," Derek said in response. Stiles pulled back up slowly, nibbling his bottom lip. Derek waited another few seconds before turning back.
"We don't have to do this," Stiles told him seriously. Derek laughed quickly, easing the tension between them suddenly. "We don't," Stiles insisted, smiling too. Derek caught his mouth in a quick kiss, bringing one hand to Stiles' back to help keep him upright. "Not that I'm opposed to it," Stiles mumbled into his mouth.
"Shut up," Derek mumbled back.
A shrill whistle yanked Derek back again, head snapping to the left to search out the sound.
"Derek," Aiden called out, too far away to be seen. "My dad needs to see you."
"What?" Stiles exhaled, still tangled up in his body.
"Right now?" Derek demanded, mouth pinching. There was a pause, as if Aiden didn't even want to answer.
"Yeah."
"What's going on?" Stiles questioned.
"I don't know." Derek lifted Stiles and stood before settling him on his feet. "We need to head back."
"Right now?" Stiles echoed. Derek nodded. "Awesome," Stiles sighed. His fingers tugged at the hem of his shirt briefly. "Maybe it's a good thing," he said after his hand dropped. "Maybe it stopped us from making a big mistake."
"I thought it didn't matter?"
"Well it sounded better than saying we got cockblocked didn't it?" Stiles demanded, one hand falling on his hip. Derek smiled against his will once again.
"Not really." Stiles huffed and Derek smirked. "But I suppose you could be right on both counts. We can always argue about it later." He offered his hand and Stiles stuck out his tongue as he took it.
A/N: I'm not doing this on purpose I swear. Smut is just not happening right now. I'm not promising anymore okay.
Also next update is gonna be a while because I have got to work on my other stories.
I'm sorry.
Thanks again for all the support!