Despite Stiles' complains, Allison had driven them right to the next hospital. Specialists had been flown in within an hour and everyone was probing at him and the others from every side. Peter seemed to enjoy the attention and told everyone who wanted to hear the story about how they saved the world, but all Stiles wanted was some peace and quiet and so he only felt a small sting from being separated from the still unconcious Derek when they finally led him into a hospital room with a single bed to get some rest.

He couldn't have been asleep for longer than ten minutes, when a hand on his shoulder shook him fiercely awake. He snapped his eyes open, ready to pounce on whoever dared to wake him up, when he saw Isaac leaning above him and visibly flinching back at the dark face that Stiles gave him.

„I'm sorry, but the supreme being woke up and they send me to get you," Isaac said before Stiles could raise any complaints, his wariness making the statement sound more like a question.

„Derek's awake?"

„Yes, and a bit upset."

Stiles nearly fell flat on his face as he stumbled quickly out of bed and pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt that a nurse had left for him.

„Why? What did they do to him?"

Isaac took a step back and watched unsure as Stiles struggled with the clothes.

„He's fine, he's- he was just confused, 'cause he didn't know where he was and he asked for you, 'cause he didn't know where you was- uh, were."

Despite his reassuring words, Isaac steps were hurried as he lead Stiles to Derek's room. The werewolf sat stiff on the edge of the bed with Scott sitting by his side, a comforting hand on his shoulder, and a doctor taking his pulse. Although his discomfort was clear on his face, he seemed to be okay.

„Told you he's fine", Isaac said, but shut up quickly as Stiles narrowed his eyes at him.

„You said he's upset."

„A bit."

Stiles glared at him once more, before he stepped into the room. Derek's eyes zeroed in on him immediately and he gave him a soft smile.

„They wouldn't let me look for you", he said, still a little put out.

„And rightly so", Stiles told him as he sat on his other side. „Can't have you running around before you fully recovered." He leaned forward and looked past Derek at Scott. „You good?"

The alpha gave him a crooked grin.

„I'm perfect. Actually, now that you're here, I can go and see how Allison's doing."

He squeezed Derek's shoulder, before he jumped of the bed and gave Stiles a thumbs up as he walked out the door, Isaac following on his heels.

Stiles rolled his eyes at his friend and tried not to blush, as he noticed Derek staring at him from the side. He tried to think of something to say, but he figured that 'I'm glad you're not dead' didn't sound as smooth as his brain made it out to be, so he kept silent and watched the doctor work instead.

„How is he?", he asked the man as he took the gauge off of Derek's arm.

„From the medical point of view, he is getting better. His results look good and his wounds are healing at a normal pace. He'll probably be able to leave the hospital by tomorrow. But as for his emotional well-being, you should better ask him yourself."

Derek let out a snort at Stiles' flabbergasted face and the doctor smiled confident and turned towards his patient again.

„You should stay in bed, so your wounds can heal properly. Mr. Stilinski, can I count on you to keep an eye on him?"

He gave them both a stern look and Stiles quickly nodded his head in affirmation. Then the man held his hand out towards Derek.

„I'll come by and check on you tomorrow morning, Derek."

„Thank you Dr. Deaton", he answered and shook his hand without hesitation and Stiles felt strangely proud about how fast Derek had learned all the small gestures of their society.

„So, do you know what you'll do as soon as you're released?", he asked Derek as soon as Dr. Deaton had left the room.

„I don't know", he gulped, looking up at Stiles through his lashes . „What do you want to do?"

Stiles pursed his lips as he thought about the question.

„I should probably go and visit my father. I kind of owe him a visit by now. Maybe I can stay a bit, have a small vacation, some peace and quiet after all the action."

„Yeah, you should do that", Derek mumbled and starred down at the floor as if the ugly linoleum had offended him somehow.

Stiles gave him a curious glance, until it hit him.

„Oh, I mean, you can come with me. If you want to."

„Do you want me to come?"

„I'd love you to", Stiles insisted and entwined his fingers with Derek's.

With a hopeful smile, Derek's eyes turned from their joined hands up to Stiles' face, before he leaned in and gave him an eager kiss, which Stiles responded equally estatic. Their teeth clashed at first, because of the broad grins they both were wearing, but soon the feeling of gleefull joy was replaced by being content about finally being in each others arms, without any onimous threat hovering above them and Stiles enjoyed the warmth and softness of Derek's mouth. Derek dropped his hand to throw his arms around Stiles and pulled him closer. Stiles' lips were tingling and swollen red, when the need for air forced him to pull back. He was pleased to see that Derek looked just as dazed as he felt. The werewolf's eyes were hooded and his lips shined with spit and Stiles gave into his need to kiss them once more before he sat back.

„You should lie down."

He flailed at the debauched look Derek gave him and started to stutter.

„Because you should get some rest! Doctor's orders and all. And the sooner you heal, the sooner we can get out of here."

With a smirk, Derek skidded backwards, but paused halfway up the bed.

„Will you stay here?"

„Sure", Stiles shrugged. „Why not."

He tried to play it cool, but his heartrate rocket up in excitement at the prospect of just being able to hold Derek and falling asleep with him, that's how fucking gone he was. Of course, Derek's stupid werewolf senses picked it up and he eyed him curiously. To avoid his gaze, Stiles quickly scrambled up the bed and flopped down next to Derek. He pulled the covers above both their heads and turned to look at Derek in the semi darkness.

„Hi", he whispered and it sounded even to his human ears loud in the compressed space.

„Hi", Derek returned and scooted closer.

Their bodies merged on their own accord. Their legs tangled and their arms clasped around their backs, pressing each other impossibly closer. Derek's fingers ran through Stiles hair as their lips met again for another, sweeter kiss, while Stiles hand stroke up and down his back, before they decided to sneak beneath his shirt and enjoy the heat of his skin. He gasped as Derek moved the leg between his thighs and pressed it against his growing erection. Half-heartedly, he pushed his hands against Derek's chest and pulled back.

„Woah, okay, we shouldn't do this."

Derek blinked at him and Stiles just wanted to kiss the insecure look off his face, but he needed to be stronger than this.

„The doctor said you need rest."

With a huff, Derek leaned back in and stroke his nose along Stiles neck, before he kissed the sensitive skin.

„He said I should stay in bed and that's where I am", he pointed out and Stiles couldn't help but be impressed by Derek's ability to bend the rules to his own benefit.

„Did the internet teach you to sass back at me?"

Instead of keeping their banter up, Derek rolled on top of Stiles and silenced him with a kiss. Stiles accepted that this discussion was a lost cause and leaned back into the pillows to enjoy Derek sucking on his tongue.

As their kisses grew more frantic, Derek let his hips grind down against Stiles thigh, making the young man suck in a breath at the feeling of the prominent erection against his leg. He let his hands explore the humans strong and yet so fragile body and let out a moan at the feeling of soft skin under his palm as he let his fingers slip beneath Stiles' shirt. He pushed the fabric up, kissing and licking along the exposed skin, until the shirt was balled up beneath Stiles' armpit. The young man chuckled at the low whine the werewolf let out and pushed him off. Throwing the covers aside, he sat up, swiftly pulled the shirt over his head and let it drop over the edge of the bed. Before the fabric hit the ground, Derek was on him again, licking over the pulse point on his neck and biting along his colarbone. Stiles moaned and leaned into Derek, before he shook his head and pulled just far enough away to tug at Derek's shirt.

„If anyone's got to be shirtless right now, it's you."

He pulled it over Derek's head and pushed against his chest, until he was lying back on the bed.

„Fuck", he breathed as he let his eyes wander over Derek's muscled abdomen. „You're perfect."

He leaned down and catched a nipple between his lips. Derek's breath hitched and his hands glided into Stiles' hair, pulling him closer. Stiles grinned against the nub and let his tongue circle around it. His hands stroke upwards along Derek's sides and he giggled as Stiles fingers grazed over a ticklish spot, but it quickly turned into a moan, as Stiles pulled back and blew cold air over Derek's overstimulated nipple. He leaned over and gave the other nipple the same treatment, until Derek practically purred and pulled on Stiles' hair to guide him back up and kiss him deeply.

Derek pulled back and gazed up into Stiles' eyes, a lazy smile splaying on his lips.

„I didn't tell you yet."

„Tell me what?"

„That I love you, too."

For a moment, Stiles was frozen in shock and couldn't do anything but stare down at the beautiful man beneath him, before he slammed their lips back together.

„God, Derek", he groaned against Derek's skin and kissed along his jaw. „I love you, too."

He pressed his whole body down against Derek's until there was no part of them that wasn't touching. The werewolf shifted his hips and moaned at the sweet pressure.

„Stiles, please."

„Whatever you want, Derek. Tell me. What do you need?"

With a low whine, Derek pushed his hips once more up against Stiles'. The human pined him back down with a hand on his hip and let the fingers of his other hand stroke softly along the waistband of his pants.

„You sure? I mean, you've never-"

„Stiles", the werewolf growled. „I read about it. I know what I want and I want you. Just touch me."

„Okay", he huffed, nodding dumbly, his head foggy with his growing arousal.

He let his hand dip beneath the waistband and took hold of Derek's dick. He squeezed it slightly and let his thumb circle around the head teasingly, before he began to stroke him. Derek's hands grasped at Stiles back and his breath came out in pants. Theoretically, he knew about sexual intercourse, had read about the physical processes, the arousal and stimulation, but nothing could have prepared him for how it made him feel. How Stiles made him feel. There was a buzzing right beneath his skin and every touch of the other man made it feel simultaneously worse and better. His whole body started to tremble and sweat. The heat pooling in his lower abdomen traveled further, burning like a wildfire through his veins, destroying the established order, but leaving behind an even more fruitful earth. Every kiss was a gust of water and every touch was kerosene.

Stiles sat up and straddled Derek's thighs. Slowly, he pulled Derek's pants down and exposed his dick to his heated gaze. Meeting Derek's eyes, he licked his lips and then leaned down to take long lick from the base of Derek's dick to the tip. Derek threw his head back into the pillow and arched his back, the sensation to intense for him to hold still. With a smirk on his lips, Stiles put his hand back on his hip and tried to keep him from moving too much. He wrapped his free hand around Derek's cock and took the head into his mouth. While he sucked and licked with vigor, Derek was trashing his head form side to side, his hands clawed into the sheets and moans falling unabashed out of his mouth. With an obscene slurp, Stiles pulled off and looked up at Derek.

„I appreciate the feedback, but we wouldn't want people to come inside, because they think someone's dying in here."

Derek looked down at Stiles with blown pupils. He didn't know how he was supposed to keep quiet, when Stiles made him feel so good. Nevertheless, he nodded shortly. In this situation, he would have agreed to everyting Stiles would ask him too, if only the other man would continue to touch him.

Stiles stroke along Derek's thighs approvingly, before he pushed his face against Derek's groin and sucked on his balls. Derek let out a groan, before he stopped himself and threw a hand over his mouth. The following giggle from Stiles vibrated through his body and made it even harder for him to not shout out loud.

Replacing his mouth with a hand, Stiles fondled Derek's balls between his fingers, while he nibbled up along the shaft and then took him back into his mouth. Derek trembled beneath Stiles' treatment and didn't take long until his breath became irregular and he moved his hips thoughtlessly. Breathing through his nose, Stiles let Derek push in deeper and swallowed, hi throat working around the head. The werewolf pressed his face sideways into the pillow to muffle his scream as all the muscles in his body felt like they were contracting and relaxing at the same time. His vision went blank as he came hard down Stiles' throat. Stiles swallowed as much as he could and then wiped away the joined cum and spit from his chin after pulling off. He crawled up Derek's body, who lay worn out and with a lazy grin on his face, and gave him a deep kiss.

„How was that?", he asked with his chin propped down on Derek's chest.

The man's eyes twinkled whimsically as he mustered Stiles' swollen lips.

„Bada boom."

Stiles raised an eyebrow at him. „Bada boom?"

„Big bada boom", he chuckled.

Stiles rolled his eyes and slapped a hand against his shoulder, but couldn't keep from giggling himself. He sobered up pretty quickly, as he felt Derek's hands cupping his ass. Recoverin fast, the werewolf kissed along his jaw and then nibbled at his earlobe.

„When I've read about sexual intercourse, it also said that in a good relationship both partners take care of each others pleasure."

„Derek, you don't have to", Stiles tried to reassure him, but was quickly silenced when Derek pressed his hips up against Stiles' neglected erection.

With one hand, he pushed down Stiles' sweat pants just far enough to expose his dick, which he immediately engulfed with his other hand. He kept his fist losely around the shaft, tentatively stroking up an down, until Stiles wrapped his own hand around his and thightened their grip. It felt a bit chafed with only his pre-cum as lubrication, but with Derek kising along his jaw and mumbling encouragingly into his skin, Stiles couldn't care any less and pushed down into their joint fists. He froze above Derek, as he suddenly heard a sound behind him and he turned around quickly enough to see the door hastily being pulled closed.

„Oh my God", he groaned in mortification and let his head drop next Derek's, who didn't seem to care about the short interuption and continued biting along Stiles neck. He let his free hand glide down Stiles' smooth back and cupped his ass roughly, his fingers probing between the cleft until one reached his puckered hole and pushed against it insistently.

„Oh my God!", Stiles squealed as his muscles loosened and the tip of Derek's finger broke past the rim. All thoughts about whoever was outside of their door were pushed aside as he let himself get lost in the feeling of Derek once again. He moved between the werewolf's confident hands, fucking forward into his fist and pushing back against his finger. It didn't take long and he was panting again, his breath harsh aginst Derek's ear, and within a few more thrusts of his hips, he came over Derek's abdomen. He let out a faint moan as he watched the white substance spurt over the other man's muscles and then weakly fell dropped down next to him, letting his fingers lazily draw patterns into the mess.

„Fuck, Derek", he said witless after his breathing had turned back to normal. He snuggled into the werewolf's warm side and closed his eyes, ready to fall asleep every second. Derek locked his arms around him and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

„We should get cleaned up and see what Dr. Deaton wants", he mumbled into his hair, yet, despite his words, he tightened his arms around Stiles.

„Wait" Stiles' eyes popped open and he glared at Derek in confusion. „The guy that just walked in on us-"

„It was Dr. Deaton. It sounds like he's still standing outside keeping Argent and his associates out."

The werewolf crooked his head and listened in concentration to the voices outside of their room.

„And there's a Sheriff Stilinski who demands to see his son?"

Stiles heaved out a groan and hid his face in Derek's shoulder.

„We just saved the world, can't they give us a break?"

„Deaton won't come in again any time soon", Derek said drily and furrowed his brow as the human chuckled at his sober tone.

„So we scared them off? Very well, I need a few more minutes before I can face the world again and I want to spend them cuddling."

He closed his eyes and enjoyed the warmth of Derek's skin pressed to his. The werewolf sighed deeply and stroke his fingertips up and down Stiles' arm. This whole situation was new to him, but he already prefered it to the many dangerous and hostile situations he had experienced so far.

„This is nice", he thought out loud. „Cuddling is nice. Can we do it more often?"

„Every day", Stiles promised.

He didn't look forward to all the talks he'd have to have and all the questions he'd have to answer as soon as he stepped out of this room, but he felt at ease with the knowledge that Derek would be at is side. And for now he could have this moment of peace and quiet with him and he would make sure to enjoy every second of it.