"I can't believe I can't fall asleep," Stiles muttered under his breath, listening to Scott's painfully even snores. He rolled over to his side to look at his friend in the complete darkness. The only source of light he had was the little moonlight that indirectly hit his window, and even that the curtains blocked. With a sigh, he pulled himself to an upward position on the edge of his bed, his legs hanging over the side. If he couldn't sleep, he might as well go do something useful. Like the dishes that were piling up in the sink. Or rummage through the fridge for something edible...

His bare feet quietly padded on the wooden floor as he moved through the room. Making his way through the door, he made sure to close it quietly behind him just so Scott had his serenity in case their guests stirred. With an easygoing stride down the steps, he made his way through the hall and to the kitchen. Indeed, the dishes were piling up in the two sink basins, and he was pretty sure the dishwasher needed to be unloaded. With his lips pursed, he pointed at the dishes, then moved his hand to point at the fridge. "We have a winner," He said to himself as he ambled towards the fridge, opening it with one hand and leaning on the counter with his other.

"Yogurt...pudding cup...oh hell yeah. Go-gurts." He grabbed a blue one, and then tore it open and let the fridge door fall shut. "Mmm, I missed these. Wonder why dad bought these, he hasn't bought these in years." Stiles moved over to the table, pulling out a chair and shoved the opened end into his mouth, mindlessly staring at the wall opposite of his chair. He heard someone walking down the steps, and he glanced in the direction of the doorway. "Crap. I woke Scott." He frowned as he pinched the wrapper, squeezing yogurt upwards into his mouth before he rolled the emptied side up so it wouldn't run out on the table. He set it down, swallowing as he turned to look over the back of the chair. "Hey," He said as he heard the person come into the room. Instead of seeing who he expected, Scott - in walked Derek, completely shirtless again. He squinted at Derek as the other looked at him, lifting his eyebrows in a questioning way.

"...do you ever wear a shirt to bed?" He turned his attention back to his go-gurt as he lifted it off the tabletop. "I mean, seriously, it's gotta be cold."

"I get hot easily," Derek replied shortly, walking over to the table. He stood next to Stiles for a moment, then pulled out a chair next to him and sat down. "Why are you up?"

"I couldn't sleep," Stiles said as he squeezed the tube again, looking at Derek. "You?"

"Couldn't sleep. Luna was kicking me," Derek responded, eyeing the go-gurt. "Aren't those for kids?"

"Yeah. The coolest kids." With a slight grin he added, "I'm enjoying a flashback to my childhood here. These things are seriously like sugary crack. I fully intend on finishing the box tonight." He closed his mouth over the end, kneading the go-gurt with his lips to get the yogurt in his mouth. He noticed how focused Derek seemed to be on his mouth, so he swallowed slowly, unsure if the other was going to comment or just stare.

"You know, people watching me eat kinda makes me uncomfortable. Just throwing that out there," He stated boldly, looking towards Derek with an inquisitive stare. "You see something you like?"

"Yeah," Derek replied, leaning forward. His hand went underneath Stiles' chin, and he froze in place as he thought the other was going for his throat. The older boy grew closer yet, eyes narrowing as he licked the corner of Stiles' mouth. He stared at him for a moment as he remained unbearably close. "You had a bit of yogurt there."

Stiles could feel his body tensing, his eyes still wide at being licked. For someone shirtless, Derek seemed to be radiating heat off of him in a nauseatingly comforting way. He couldn't form any intelligible words, which made Derek smile craftily.

"What, wolf got your tongue?"

"That was such a bad play on words, just fucking awful..." Stiles said in a monotone, still staring at Derek as he abandoned the half eaten go-gurt on the table. "Just shut up and kiss me."

Standing, Derek looked at Stiles for a moment before he grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. He pulled him effortlessly off the chair and then pinned him against the fridge, swooping in with a heated kiss. His free hand ran through Stiles' short hair, his eyes closed. Stiles returned the fervor, his own hands going up to Derek's belt as he fumbled with the buckle. Derek pulled away, squinting at Stiles with a partially cryptic glance. "What are you doing?"

"Trying to undo your belt buckle. Am I reading the signs wrong?" Stiles challenged him, glaring. "What?"

"I'll tell you when I want my pants off," Derek said authoritatively, which made Stiles shudder. Something about Derek's dominating nature made him willingly excited. "But right now I want to watch you strip." He backed away to give Stiles space to disrobe. Stiles started unbuttoning his pajama shirt, his right eyebrow perked as he tried to make it sensual display. Derek tried not laughing as he looked away, covering his mouth.

"What?" Stiles frowned, his voice showing his obvious hurt. "I'm trying to be sexy, what did I do wrong?"

"Just don't make that face," Derek instructed, and Stiles balked.

"Really! I don't have any other face," Stiles replied obstinately, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. "You're ruining the damn mood. I'm not even horny anymore but I'm taking off my goddamn shirt." He pulled his arms out of the shirt not so gracefully then pitched the article of clothing to his left.

He woke up with a start. He could feel the icy prickles of goosebumps all over his sweaty bare skin as he stared at his bedroom ceiling. Evidently, he could feel that he had a serious case of morning wood. In sheer disbelief, he said out loud, "Oh my god."

The room was quiet for merely a second before he heard Scott's voice say from the floor, "Oh thank god, you're fucking awake. Dude, that was so uncomfortable."

"I just...Wait, have you been awake?"

"Yeah, dude...I can't sleep through your sleep talking," Scott explained, albeit his voice was showing evident wariness. Stiles turned to Scott, making sure his blanket covered himself in the dark as he glared at Scott.

"What did I say." The interrogation made Scott throw up his left arm, completely at a loss on how to tell Stiles the uncomfortable things he overheard. "Come on, what did I say?"

"Well there was something about go-gurt, shut up and kiss me, and then you said something about undoing someone's pants...and I'm pretty sure you told me you weren't horny but you were still taking off your shirt, and then you threw your shirt at me."

In his sleepy state, Stiles had completely been unaware that his shirt was no longer on his body. He looked at his arms in the near-darkness, completely mystified how he managed to strip in his sleep.

"You have a good dream?" Scott asked, and Stiles let his arms fall to either side of him on the bed as he rolled to laying on his back.

"No. I was accosted by a dude." Stiles insisted, sounding a bit dismayed. "Scott, I think he stole my dream virginity. Of all the fucking people on this crappy planet, I finally have a wet dream about a fucking single werewolf dad. Classy."

"Dude, did you do it?" Scott seemed genuinely interested, but a little insulted like he had wanted to be invited to the party.

"No, there was no doing it. I woke up before the good part. I mean," He caught himself, stuttering. "Not the good part, you know what I mean. Look, I'm still a virgin, but he was all up in my space and with the touching and the feeling and the lack of a shirt-"

"Wait, I don't think I wanna hear about this, Stiles-"

"And I had a go-gurt, and he licked it off my face, and I really- I really want a go-gurt. Damn, we haven't had those in years. I should have known it was a dream at that point. Dad never buys yoplait anymore."

Scott sat up on the floor, then looked at Stiles with his arms extended behind him to prop himself up. "I'm confused, was this a wet dream about Derek Hale or the go-gurt?"

Stiles paused, giving the question serious thought. "I'm pretty sure it was the go-I mean, Derek Hale. Yeah. Wait, if I was talking, why didn't you wake me up?"

Scott shook his head, Stiles could almost feel Scott's hesitation. "I didn't want you to die. You know that whole thing not waking people."

"Scott, that's not for sleep talking, that's for sleep walking. I was still in bed." Stiles insisted, and Scott scowled bitterly in the darkness.

"Dude, really? Next time I'm going to tell you to keep your shirt on and pass me a damn go-gurt."