And he attempted to run for the door but the iron grip on his arm stopped him dead in his tracks until he was too terrified to move and Derek was slowly pulling him closer until he couldn't ignore the other man. Much as he would have liked to. And then Derek was still moving closer and Stiles was too stunned to pay it much attention as the werewolf breached that safe, comfortable, physical bubble of personal space until his mouth was on Stiles'.

It wasn't what Stiles was expecting after everything that had just happened -there was no heat and passion, instead it was a chaste kiss -almost fragile in how gentle it was. Derek pulled back slowly, his body slightly bowed over Stiles', leaving the teenager trapped between the solid six feet of muscle and the wall behind him. He swallowed tightly, looking into Derek's grey-green eyes because there was no where else to look. He could feel his heart racing -Derek probably could do. The other man gently set his hand over Stiles' chest, smiling knowingly.

"I don't have any reason that I know of to kill you," he replied, pulling back slightly.

"No reasons that you don't know of either," Stiles laughed awkwardly. "Seriously."

Derek gave a sort of half-smile, something hidden away in his eyes as he kissed Stiles' cheek in reply of some sort.

"Words, Derek," Stiles supplied. "Use your words?"

"Silence is more appropriate," he rumbled out. "You would do well to learn that."

"And you could do with learning to speak," Stiles retorted, feeling the tension as it dropped.

"I know how to speak," he retorted, scowling -it wasn't one of his usual scowls though, this one seemed a bit less…scowly.

"Good. So, uh, tell me what this all means, exactly?" He gestured between the two of them.

Derek smirked. "I thought it was obvious. We share a mutual attraction and enjoyment of the other's company."

Stiles narrowed his eyes suspiciously at the Sourwolf. 'Enjoyment of the other's company'? Really? Was that was this was? But it was better than leaving it at mutual attraction, he supposed, exhaling softly.

"Yeah, yeah that's exactly what it means," he replied dryly.

And then Derek was tugging him back to the bed and Stiles was tripping over his feet as he felt his face burn with the million and one possibilities flashing through it. Derek snorted softly, chuckling, he fell back onto the bed, Stiles falling to lay beside him. Before he had a chance to contemplate those million and one things in any sort of detail, Derek's mouth was back on his and there was less chaste and more tongue and Stiles was shamelessly trying to get closer to the older man. He inched his hips closer uncertainly, his hand on Derek's side, feeling every breath he took.

Derek ended Stiles' hesitation when he pressed close to the teenager, hooking his leg over his waist so they were pressed fully together, separated by nothing but the thin material of their underwear. Derek pulled back, his lips inches from Stiles as he kissed down to his jaw.

"Is this okay?" he asked, his voice low and husky and oddly hesitant.

"Y-yeah," Stiles gasped out, feeling Derek's hips move against him. "I me-mean other than the whole statutory rape piece, t-totally-"

Derek pressed his lips back over Stiles' with a low growl, grinding against him and whatever thoughts his mind had been processing before were completely blown out of his mind with one roll of Derek's hips. As far as he was aware, all he could think of and feel was Derek. And it was amazing. He moaned and the other man swallowed it down, flicking his tongue around the inside of Stiles' mouth as his hips moved more erratically and persistently against Stiles'.

A pleasant blurring wave of euphoria washed over him, leaving him gasping and arching closer to Derek. When he had enough vision to actually see and focus on anything, he could feel Derek absently nuzzling at his neck, out of breath and relaxed.

Maybe being a teenager wasn't the world's biggest curse, after all, Stiles thought dazedly. However there were certainly downsides to this, such as the fact that he was going to have to leave the bed -and the sexy werewolf- behind in order to get clean. But that wouldn't be until the glow faded, he realized, shuddering pleasantly and leaning into Derek's touch.

Maybe Derek was more of a touchy person, than a communicative one?

"What are we going to do?" he asked quietly, glancing at his… friend.

"Mm?" Derek looked up at him, his hair sticking to his forehead.

"Wh-when we get back?" He really didn't want to think of this, he wasn't even sure if he should be asking about this because now was probably not the best time, at all in fact. "You can't exactly show up at my house and introduce yourself to my dad as the man that's-that's…" Stiles gestured, unable to articulate what exactly they were. Oh, right "people who enjoyed the other's company". "You're like five years older than me, Derek and you've got a-a rep sheet and my dad -well he's got a gun and he's got access to your files."

"I know," he sighed.

"So-so what does this mean exactly?" he demanded cautiously. "Are we… are we dating? Because I'm definitely available and judging by uh what's happened, I think it's a safe guess that you're pretty single, too, right?" He laughed awkwardly. "I mean I would like to date… I've never dated anyone before, I've never done any of this before!"

"Stiles," Derek said firmly, in that cutting tone that sliced through Stiles' thoughts so effectively. "I'm… I wouldn't be a very good boyfriend." The words came haltingly, but no less honestly. He felt Derek sigh.

"That doesn't matter," he protested quietly, looking at the werewolf.

"It does," he refuted. "It'll matter a lot. I'll just… I'll hurt you. If I manage to not screw your emotions in a three-sixty, I could fall asleep next to you and wake up having killed you in my sleep Stiles!"

And somehow that line didn't sound nearly as cliché as he had been expecting it to be. He cringed at the visualization.

"You could lose some muscle buddy, it wouldn't-"

"Wouldn't kill me?" Derek supplied, resting his weight on his elbow so he could make unabashed eye contact.

"Yeah…" Derek didn't even need to say anything to that. "This… this is hurting me, right now," he told him, directing his gaze towards the ceiling at the last minute.

"Stiles, I-"

But they wouldn't have a chance to finish this conversation anytime soon, Stiles realized as Derek leapt out of the bed, throwing the sheets over Stiles. And then there was a loud crash and the wind was howling, carrying voices and snarls and suddenly Scott and Isaac were standing in their doorway, Erica and Boyd looming behind them. Stiles watched in horror as Scott wrinkled his nose, quickly covering it and backing up; Erica giggled a little, her eyes wide as she stood up higher, probably trying to get a better view; Isaac covered his mouth with his hand, turning away -at least he had the decency to look ashamed! and Boyd simply backed away.

"Stiles!" Scott asked, alarmed. "Stiles wh-what… and Derek… you're supposed to be in Canada! And it-it reeks in here…"

At least Scott didn't ask why. He probably had a very good idea why because it was pretty obvious in the fact that Derek was sitting there practically naked in just his briefs which were very obviously stained and the whole room kind of smelled of a mixture of arousal and perspiration.

"Get out," Derek growled, his eyes flashing.

"This is great!" Erica laughed, darting away from the room nonetheless. "Wow, I-I never would have guessed!"

"Shut up," Isaac supplied, but there only the veneer of harshness, he was as passive as ever.

Stiles looked over at Derek as the older man shut the bedroom door. He threw on his pants, glancing at Stiles and offering what had to be a reassuring smile.

"You can shower first, I have some pack business to deal with."

And just like that, as though nothing had even happened between them, Derek walked out of the room to deal with his pack. Bad boyfriend material? Definitely. Stiles got to his feet, feeling pinpricks of tears in his eyes before resolutely blinking them away as he grabbed some clothes randomly pulling on a shirt and pants, blindly walking out and to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him as he undressed again. He didn't really want to be ogled by anyone right now, he felt kind of gross.

But not quite used. If he had felt used, that might have made things a little easier, he thought to himself, turning the shower on. He could have been angry at Derek. He could have been heartbroken but this had been a very bizarre… three days? It was hard to keep track of time when he didn't have an electronic at hand listing the date. Honestly. It felt like… It felt a whole lot longer either way.

Derek was not good boyfriend material. It didn't stop Stiles from wishing that he was, from willing the man to try. Because what had just happened there had mattered to Stiles and he was almost sure that to some extent it had mattered to Derek. It had better have been something more than a-a morning whatever-this-was.

Sullenly, he glowered at his reflection as he realized that Scott and the others had also prevented any future repeats of this from occurring again. At least from a morning like this morning. There… there was no way things were just going to go back to normal after this. They couldn't, could they? On the other hand, it could be better if things ended like this. Before anything serious happened. Before Stiles was in love with a man at least five years older, before they were running out to the cabin in order to hook-up, before his father ever found out, before their feelings ever got truly involved.

Maybe that was the way Derek liked it? To be… cut and dry. Impersonal. Or as impersonal as he could make it. But they knew each other. Knew their names. Stiles had saved his freaking life! It wasn't impersonal. Not entirely and certainly not for him. And god why did he have to be cursed with these people? Lydia and Derek.

It wouldn't be long until word got out. He didn't trust Erica further than he could throw her, as soon as it was to her advantage of blackmailing him into whatever Derek wanted -though Derek could probably just ask him and he'd roll over. Or on principle, he wouldn't budge. In which case, it would be Erica and she would not hesitate to blackmail him. She could tell everyone. He didn't care if people knew he was bisexual, or if people knew Derek was. He would care because he wasn't sure that he wanted everyone to know, about either him or Derek and certainly about the two of them together until he had this stuff figured out. If it meant something… but then again, if it hadn't…

With a glare, he squirted more soap than was strictly necessary into his hand, resisting the urge to yell or punch something or cry. He wasn't sure which he wanted to do more, as he scrubbed his body clean.

Stiles had just stepped out of the bathroom when Derek was handing him his cell phone, his expression somewhere between irritated and apologetic.

"It hasn't stopped ringing since I put the battery back in," he added.

Stiles slid it open, skimming through the first thirty messages -all of them from Scott. Not surprising. The next five were from his father, growing increasingly more worried and urgent as he looked through them, feeling a pang of guilt. There were two from Danny, surprisingly. He opened those ones.

Danny: Sorry Stiles. I don't know how, but Isaac knows and they're on their way out. I didn't say a word about you being with Derek.

Danny: Just wanted to say sorry again. I hope everything works out.

Stiles leaned back, ignoring Derek as he dialed his father's number. First priority was reminding his father that he was alive and fine and he didn't need to send out a search party. The second issue would be to come up with some sort of rational explanation for why he had disappeared; and at this moment, nothing was coming to mind. He exhaled nervously, waiting for his father to pick up.

"Hello?"

"Dad! Hi! I'm alive and I'll be back home tonight."

"Stiles!" he growled and Stiles could picture him, the battle between frustration and relief fighting for dominance. "You can't just-just!"

"I know," he replied quietly, solemnly. If there had been any other way... "We'll talk tonight." A conversation that would undoubtedly be unpleasant for Stiles and result in his imminent lock-down status.

Wooot! Plot it is! So happy to hear from you guys, as always. Thanks so much for all this feedback. It's my first time writing a serious M story and my first time in this fandom. Just... wow. :)

I will let you know this: I like drama and I like plot. Haha. :D

...I really should just give myself an extra twenty-four hours before I say when I'll get something up. Anyways, about a day later than I intended, here is the next chapter.