Chapter 2: A Swift Escape

Stiles grumbled moodily as he began to wake from a satisfying nap, his face pressing into the firm chest below him as he tangled his skinny legs with the familiar muscular ones.

"Do you have to fidget so much?" Derek muttered irritably, running his hand through Stiles' hair as he spoke. It was hard enough that they were currently trying to squish into the teen's bed without anymore movement giving the alpha even less space. Yes, the post coital bliss had most definitely worn off leaving Derek grumpy and restless.

"I'm just trying to get comfy sourwolf. You should be flattered that I'm finding you more comfy than the pillows which you have claimed as your own." Stiles retorted with a smirk, glancing up at Derek. "Maybe if you let me stay at your loft every now and again we wouldn't have this issue."

"Yeah, it would be comfy up until the point your dad breaks in and points a gun at me for deflowering his son."

Stiles snorted at the alpha,quirking an eyebrow in amusement. "Deflowering? Really Derek? That's really the word you wanna use?" He rolled his eyes as the alpha looked away. "Aww c'mon, my dad knows he raised a delinquent, heck he might be relieved that I don't have to do so much laundry now I have someone to take care of my...situations."

"Gross." Derek frowned, swatting Stiles on the back of the head. "And I don't think relieved is going to be something your dad will feel when he realises his son is dating a man who is not only older than you, but was also a wanted killer not six months ago."

"Wrongly wanted." Stiles corrected with a toothy grin. "That is the key word. You were acquitted. Maybe I should tell him, at least then you wouldn't have to climb in through the window like some creepy teenage vampire."

Derek growled and rolled on top of Stiles, crushing their lips together in a firm kiss. "Shut up Stiles." He muttered as he nipped at the teen's lower lip, smirking when he heard a soft moan.

"Y-yessir!" He groaned, his hands sliding up to the strong muscles of Derek's upper back, his nails scratching deep enough to draw out a deep groan. "I withdraw my complaints about having you over in my bed."

"Your hormones really are your weakness..." Derek commented, shifting his mouth to Stiles' throat and kissing at it. It still amazed him that he was able to control himself during such intimacy, all it would take was one small slip up and Stiles could be in grave danger and yet the teen touched him so explicitly. Perhaps that was why his wolf had chosen him above all other options. He opened his mouth ready to make sultry promises to his lover when the sound of an approaching engine had him jumping up from the bed and starting to dress quickly.

Stiles' flushed face looked up at Derek in confusion, his hooded eyes blinking several times before he was able to speak. "Where are you going? I thought we were about to go another round?"

"Not unless you want your father to get a live show." He quipped as he pulled on his jacket, laughing quietly to himself as Stiles yanked the blankets over himself in a startled and very high pitched gasp of surprise. "I'll see you tomorrow Stiles." He leaned in and kissed his lover deeply, only pulling away as the front door opened. Within seconds Derek had jumped from the window and disappeared off onto the preserve.

"Yeah, it's alright for you making an easy escape." Stiles muttered into the night, trying to will away his 'problem'. His eyes narrowed as he looked out the window, swearing that he saw an amused pair of red eyes glinting back at him. "I'll get you back for this Hale." He said as he slipped from under the covers and pulled on a pair of sweatpants all the while thinking of Coach Finstock butt naked. "That'll haunt my dreams." He shivered, though at least it had solved his 'problem'. Just in time it seemed as his door opened.

The sheriff looked up at his son as he entered the room, his eyebrows furrowing in concern as he took in the flushed pallor. "Stiles, are you okay?" He asked, stepping up and pressing a hand to his sweaty forehead.

Stiles' eyes widened, his cheeks flushing a deeper red as he tried to rack his brain for a lie. "I'm fine dad, I was...doing sit ups. Yeah! Coach says we need to start exercising before bed to boost our stamina." He answered, hoping his dad didn't notice his grimace as the horrifying image of Finstock flashed in his mind once more.

John raised an eyebrow at his son, pulling his hand away. For several moments he fell silent, a heavy exhale slipping from his pursed lips. "Stiles, doing sit ups isn't going to help if you're chowing down on three boxes of curly fries before bed."

"Yeah." He laughed, his shoulders slumping in relief as his dad fell for his lie. In no way at all did he allow himself to focus on the tendril of guilt curling through his gut, lying to his dad was becoming a worryingly common event these days. Coughing awkwardly he straightened up and looked up at his dad. "You look tired, long night?"

The sheriff nodded, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. "Had to take two guys to the motel, found them wandering along the roadside, they said they'd been attacked by something on the preserve."

Adrenaline flooded Stiles at the revelation, his mind running through lunar cycles automatically. No, it couldn't be a wolf, the full moon wasn't till next week he deduced. Unless...crap Derek did say they were in town now..."Really?...did they see what it was?"

"No, they guessed at wolf of cougar but couldn't say for sure. I'll pay them a visit after I've been up onto the preserve in the morning, maybe they'll remember something."

"Wait? You're going up there?" Stiles asked,immediately regretting his own question. Of course his dad had to go up there, it was his job to. As had become a regular occurrence the teenager wished he could simply sit his father down and reveal the world hidden all around them. "Be careful okay?"

"I'll be fine. Get some rest, you've got your calculus exam in the morning."He reminding him as he hugged his son .

Stiles gaze fell to the overturned books at the foot of his bed, he had been studying...till the moment Derek had jumped in through his window and become a distraction."Yeah. Okay." He mumbled as his dad turned and headed for the door. "I'm proud of you Stiles."

A sharp stab of guilt hit Stiles at the praise, quickly averting his gaze he focused on picking up the books and his phone from the floor. "Goodnight dad." He said quietly, flopping onto the bed the minute the door closed. He might not be able to stop his dad from doing his job but he could make sure he had someone watching over him.

Meet me before school tomorrow in the parking lot. 7.30-S

Is something wrong?-D

I think so.-S

I'll be there. Goodnight Stiles-D

Goodnight Derek-S