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Chapter 5

"Run the perimeter, see if Theo is out there. Or chimeras. Maybe we can find out what they are up to" Scott looked over at Derek, who nodded short before rising from the chair. Liam and Malia got up too, discussing when to meet later that night.

"I'll start now, maybe I can catch the scent of them" Derek was going out there alone in his wolf-form.

They were in Scott's house and had been discussing whether if they should keep Theo close, just to find out what he was up to.

Stiles knew Theo wasn't to be trusted, they all did. But Scott seemed to hesitate in what to do in this situation. Derek didn't like it. Stiles was usually right when he was as persistent in something as he was now. Derek had heard Stiles murmur something about keeping your friends close and your enemies closer.

Even if the persistent side of Stiles often had irritated Derek before, it was something he had learned to appreciate. Stiles was loyal and fierce in protecting the people he cared about. He might be the one who could end up in the most ridiculous situations, but he also was the one who came up with a plan or a solution to a lot of the things they had been up against. And when Stiles told them that somethings seemed off with the young werewolf, Derek listened.

And Derek had to agree; there was something that didn't sit right with Derek the few times he had met Theo. It was like he knew something he wasn't telling the others. Even if he had ended up helping them from time to time.

Malia stopped next to Stiles and gave him a small smile to which Stiles returned. Even if they had broken up, they were friends. "You alright?" Stiles asked the girl, who nodded in return.

Derek felt his wolf stir and had to fight down a growl, not wanting to raise suspicions. He couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was that had him reacting like this and he didn't want to know.

"I'll contact you if I find something" he told Scott, who nodded before telling the rest of them that the meeting were over. It was a Saturday and no school, so the people started talking about their weekend-plans.

"-maybe some manicure. It could be good for your nails, Kira. I know a place. And fingers crossed that the chimeras doesn't show today. We really could use a day of normality" he heard Lydia say. They never knew when they had to get out there to fight again.

Derek took one last look at Stiles, who looked right back at him- almost hesitantly- before he walked out and took on his wolf- form.

After getting his wolfy-powers back, as Stiles called them, he had become more in tune with his wolf. He was fully aware of everything around him while in wolf-form and his strength was better and so was his sight and sense of smell. Stiles had asked him a lot of questions about his 'new' self, to which Derek had found himself actually answering.

Waking up that morning had surprised Derek. And not much could catch him off guard like Stiles had done that morning. Derek had woken up to find himself spooning the human, knowing by the way his heart had been racing, that he had woken up before him. And probably noticed or more like felt, Derek's hard on pressing against his ass.

Not reacting to Stiles waking up, had surprised Derek. He never let his guard down like that. Ever.

But somehow Stiles had become someone he trusted, someone he knew would have his back. Someone who could -apparently- wake up before him. And that thought terrified him. And he had no idea what to do with that knowledge.

-o-o-o-o-

Stiles usually went straight home after meetings, either to research or to catch up on some sleep. But today was Saturday and Stiles knew his dad was down at the Sheriff's office.

After stopping by at the station with his dad's lunch, he went home and knew he had to go grocery-shopping. If he didn't, his dad would come home with all kinds of artery-clogging fast-food.

Sighing, he turned around and got into his Jeep. On his way to the store, his thoughts circled around the recent happenings.

Lydia, who was doing better after getting out of the Eichen house, Theo- who made his creeper-alarm go off, the Dread Doctors and Derek.

Derek. Who didn't make his creeper-alarm go off, more like he made Stiles' I-may-want-to-climb-that-man-like-a-tree-alarm go off. Big time.

Stiles had no idea where it all had come from. He had been terrified of the werewolf from the first time they met. But somewhere along the line they had become more of 'I might not like you but I don't want you to get killed either'- relationship. Then, during the whole pool-incident, Stiles had found himself afraid of losing Derek. And after the Nogitsune, Derek had been there when Stiles' nightmares had become too much to bear alone. And then they had, slowly but surely, started talking. And it had been nice, having someone to talk to. And now; now he had a full-blown crush on the dude! Stiles had no idea if Derek felt the same, but thinking back to that morning, where Derek had been.. well, up, against Stiles' backside..

And now Stiles had to adjust himself in his jeans. Great, he thought as he parked outside the store. He wouldn't be able to get out of his car for a long time. Somehow he didn't think the clerk would appreciate him walking around with a raging boner between isles of fruits and vegetables.

-o-o-o-o-

There had been no chimeras, no sign of the Dread Doctor's or nothing special about Theo in days. The pack had actually managed to have a movie-night, a much needed movie-night.

Stiles thought of it as a pack-bonding thing. To get together and just be. Feel the security and comfort of being together. But he wasn't sure if it was really a pack-bonding thing, because Derek had also been there. And he wasn't in Scott's pack. Or was he? Stiles had no idea what Derek and Scott had been talking about lately.

And they had even been in Derek's loft during their movie-night.

Derek had, much to everyone's surprise, actually bought a television and even a few pillows. Stiles may or may not have been the master-mind behind that plan, but no one could prove that he had kind of maybe decided to nag Derek about it until the werewolf gave in, just to stop Stiles rants about how necessary it was to have a television these days.

When Stiles thought about it, Derek hadn't really protested all that much. And that made Stiles happier than he should be for getting to drag Derek through the store. Derek buying a television meant that he maybe, hopefully, intended to stay for a while. And that was the reason for Stiles enthusiasm through the whole movie-night.

There had been a moment between movies, where Stiles had looked over to Derek and seen the wolf sitting quiet although a bit rigid in the chair (that Stiles had insisted needed to be bought. "It is screaming for you to take it back to the loft, Derek. Can't you hear it?") looking on the others with a content glimmer in his eyes. Stiles knew it was probably the satisfaction of not being alone that made that look appear on the wolfs face. To be a part of something. He hadn't been having that since his family died, Stiles knew. Even with his own pack when he was an Alpha, it hadn't been like this.

Derek had kept to himself after the fire years ago. Even with Laura, Stiles suspected Derek had been withdrawn and full of self-loathing. He also thought that Derek hadn't told anyone that he meant he was the one to blame for what Kate did. Stiles had managed to get Derek to see that it wasn't the case. At least he hoped he had.

The whole night at Derek's loft had consisted of movies, chips, different kinds of fruits (Lydia), a whole ton of teasing and sarcasm as well as laughter. Stiles was glad that in the midst of it all they still managed to smile. To laugh and hang out just as any other group of friends would do.

It had also been some talking about what to do with the chimeras roaming around, but it hadn't been mentioned too much. They all had needed a night of from all of the craziness and they took it for what it was: a normal night with friends.

After the others had left, with just Scott, Stiles and Kira being there with Derek they all had helped Derek gather the empty cups and put it in the kitchen.

Stiles had found Derek watching them as they came out of the kitchen and had walked up to him, asking what he was thinking about.

Derek had his jaw set and Stiles had seen the guilt swirling in his eyes. "This was what I wanted for Erica. And for Boyd. But I couldn't give it to them"

Scott had heard the quiet words and had been set on getting Derek to understand that their deaths hadn't been his fault and that Derek hadn't been such a crappy Alpha. (Scott always had his way with words…)

They all knew that the last bit was stretching the truth a little. Derek hadn't been the Alpha of the year with his thirst for power. Far from it actually, but Derek had appreciated Scott's words either way. Not that he had said so. Of course not. He was still the gruff, hard werewolf, even if he was doing better these days.

Stiles came out of his musings as Scott opened the door to the Jeep and got in. "Hey. Thank you for picking me up"

"No problem, my man. Where to?"

Scott explained about having asked Derek to train Liam a bit, helping him fight better. And Derek had, surprisingly to Scott, agreed. Stiles wasn't so surprised, he was just happy that Derek let more people see that he wasn't all that bad.

-o-o-o-o-

After hours of sweating, growling and quite impressive show of muscles, Derek, Scott and Liam took a break to get some water.

Stiles was sitting on his laptop, hoping to finish an essay he should have turned in two days ago. He hadn't got much written down, especially after Derek had lost his shirt after the first hour. Life could be so unfair to a hormone-ridden teenager who didn't stand a chance against the sight of Derek flexing and sweating and- and not thinking about that anymore.

Stiles caught Scott scrunch his nose before giving Stiles a questionable look. Stiles refused to blush and put his laptop away.

"Friggin' werewolves and their super-noses" he mumbled as he went to find himself something to drink. He thought he could hear Derek chuckle but he didn't care. He was in dire need for some space and some coffee.

They were back at Derek's loft where there was more than enough room to practice their fighting skills so Stiles sauntered into the kitchen, leaving the werewolves to themselves. He kept mumbling to himself as he got the coffee-machine going and searched for a cup in one of the many cabinets. "Can't keep anything away from them. They wouldn't have liked it if I used my awesome powers back at them, now would they? I don't think so" He found a cup in one of the top cabinets and listened to the coffee-machine as he leaned against the counter.

His jeans still felt a little tight and he rolled his shoulders, trying to think about something else than Derek's sweaty, naked chest. Something, anything else.

After a minute or two of remembering his dad out on a date, things had fully deflated and his jeans were back to normal. Thank God. He heard the coffee dripping silently into the pot and could hear Scott urge Liam to try one of his new tricks on him.

Opening his eyes, he looked straight into the face of the man he had tried so hard not to think about a minute before and watching the raised brows on his face did nothing to stop him from blushing.

Crap.

"Hey there Derek, again with the creeping up on people" He side-stepped the man and walked over to the coffee-machine and poured himself a cup.

"Stiles"

Just his name. Nothing more. But Stiles felt it as if Derek knew exactly what Stiles had been staring (and drooling) at earlier.

Stiles turned slowly with his cup raised up to his lips.

Stiles noticed a drop of sweat rolling down over Derek's abs, and the way the muscles moved when he breathed. Derek steppes closer and Stiles' eyes jumped up to meet his eyes.

"What's going on with you? Scott was asking if I knew about you meeting someone new. Have you?"

Stiles took a big sip and of course the coffee was too hot and he put the cup away. "Ow,ow.. fuck. Someone new? No. Why? I'm single. Haven't met anyone new. Nope"

Derek took a step closer, their chest's almost touching and breathed in.

"Dude! Don't sniff me!" He tried pushing him away, but Derek didn't budge. Not even an inch. "Stop! It's invasion of privacy and let me tell you that you may not be up to date on this whole personal boundaries and social interactions but this sniffing thing is a big no-no"

"Shut up, Stiles" Derek's eyes flashed brilliant blue for a second and Stiles shut his mouth.

"Is there anyone else?"

Was he- was he jealous? Stiles opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, not knowing what to say. His heart was hammering, his palms were sweaty and he couldn't for the life of him look away from Derek's eyes. "Der-"

The kiss was hard, like Derek was worried that Stiles would run away. Stiles almost whimpered at the hands settling on his hips, keeping him in place. When Stiles leaned into the kiss, it went softer and Stiles slid his hands up to Derek's neck, fisting one of his hands in his hair.

Derek's lips were surprisingly soft and Stiles let his tongue run over the other man's lower lip. He heard Derek growl low in his throat and it turned him on more than he thought it would.

Derek's hands were now under Stiles' shirt, thumbs brushing against his sides in slow circles while his mouth met Stiles' as their tongues stroked against each other.

It wasn't the most perfect kiss; it was fast and a bit sloppy. It was like they both were desperate and starved for more. When Derek pushed him against the refrigerator and pulled him closer, Stiles arched his back in return, bringing their hips together. And holy shit, this was the best thing since the invention of sliced bread.

Stiles heard a moan and was pretty sure that was coming from him. A low growl came as answer and Stiles hand found Derek's back to let his nails scrape down the naked skin. That seemed to trigger something in Derek, who in return pressed their jeans-clad erections together and Stiles lost the ability to think.

Because that was a rock-hard length he could feel pretty well even if it was through several layers and holy shit Derek Hale was kissing him.

He was doing more than just kissing him; DEREK FRIGGIN' HALE was more or less devouring him in his kitchen.

He groaned in pleasure, then he sucked in a breath as Derek once again rocked against him and damn, if it didn't make Stiles almost come right then and there.

He bit Derek's lip before soothing it with his tongue and lips. Derek was breathing hard and his hands were all over Stiles and Stiles couldn't do anything but hope that this would never end.

"Oh God" Stiles let his head drop back to the refrigerator-door as Derek licked and kissed his way down his jawline and neck. A hard bite on Stiles' neck made him whimper and he would have been mortified of the sounds he was making if it wasn't for the fact that he was too far gone to notice. Or care.

Suddenly Derek gripped his thighs and lifted him up and Stiles automatically tightened them around Derek's hips and sweet lord Jesus, when Derek rocked against him- "De-Derek.. Nngh.. Ah.." He couldn't suppress the shudder running through him as Derek continued to nip and kiss the sensitive skin on Stiles' neck.

He pulled Derek's hair and found his lips once again, licking and kissing the mouth who gave as good as it got. Stiles was rocking against him, feeling the bulge in his jeans meeting Derek's through their clothes. The thought of doing this without the layers of clothing separating them made Stiles whimper and he grinded down, needing more friction.

"Fuck, Stiles"

Hearing Derek's wrecked voice, so filled with lust made Stiles bite his lip not to release another mindless moan. He captured Derek's lips again, tasting and kissing him as he tightened his hold around the man's waist with his legs.

A loud crash was heard followes by a curse and they froze. "Shhiiiiiit"

Stiles looked at Derek with wide eyes. "I totally forgot about them"

Derek closed his eyes briefly, rocking one more time against Stiles- who's eyes rolled back into his head-before setting him down so his feet touched the ground once again.

Derek leaned down, resting their foreheads together, holding a hand on Stiles side. "We're not done here"

Stiles swallowed hard, wondering if he could come in his pants like a teenager just from the sound of Derek's gruff voice. And he was a teenager so it would be a possibility.

"Um, Derek? I'm sorry, but.. uuuuh, I owe you a table" Scott called from the living room.

Stiles shouted back; "You broke the table? How did you manage that?"

Derek stepped back, avoiding Stiles' eyes and walked into the living room while Stiles poured out the cold beverage with shaky hands and filled up his cup with new, warm coffee. He knew the two others could probably smell just what they had been doing so Stiles hung back in the kitchen, not ready to explain anything. Because.. what the hell did just happen exactly?

Derek was gay? No, he didn't think he was. More like bi, with all of the women he had hooked up with over the years. Not exactly the most sane women, but still..

They had never talked about it, because quite frankly; why talk about it? It hadn't come up in any conversations. Now Stiles thought Derek at least had to be bisexual. Or at least a little bendy, thinking about what had happened a few moments ago.

He looked over to the refrigerator and had to adjust himself in his jeans, suppressing a moan when he felt another wave of pleasure shoot up from his groin. Derek had kissed him! And that had been some hell of a kiss!

Better stop thinking about that, if I ever was to exit this kitchen.

He heard his friends talk out in the living room and sipped his coffee, having a minor rant in his head. Because Derek Hale had kissed him. And held him up against a wall. Well, a refrigerator but technically.. He had been kissed by Derek! Sourwolf!

Oh my God, Scott is going to flip!

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