Derek woke up in Stiles' bed where he'd fallen asleep, exhausted, after the most mind-blowing blowjob of his life. Sure, the technique hadn't been perfect, but Stiles had seemed so eager and sincere and, fuck, Stiles /loved/ him, so, yeah, it had been the best blowjob of his life.
Something was shaking him awake. Derek wanted it to go away.
"Mmmm… go 'way" he managed to get out, an impressive feat for whatever ungodly hour this was.
"Come onnn, Derek," he heard Stiles whine, "it's 10 am on Christmas Eve. Wake up, Grinch."
Derek rolled over.
Then the covers were being pulled off and cold toes were on his warm back. Fuck.
He sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes to see an almost giddy Stiles in front of him.
"It's Christmas Eve! Come on! Let's go out for hot chocolate!"
Derek couldn't bear to disappoint Stiles, who looked about as happy about Christmas as Derek had been when he was four, so he grunted out his assent.
The look on Stiles' face would have been worth walking ten miles in the snow to get hot chocolate, though, fortunately, there was a coffee shop just down the block.
Within fifteen minutes, at Stiles' urging, Derek had washed up and put on warm clothes and they were out the door.
The coffee shop was warm and inviting and, though he'd never admit it, Derek felt the Christmas spirit as he sat there drinking his black coffee, listening to the soft Christmas music that poured out of the store's speakers, as he watched the hyperactive teen sip his extra large hot chocolate with whipped cream and a candy cane on top, laughing as he pulled away with a white mustache.