2: Spark – part 5

Derek was opening up and talking to him. He didn't shrug it off like he usually would have. Which was good. They were making progress. But it was clear as day to him how painful this was for the other man. What he revealed with his few sentences was surprising to Stiles, though.

"I didn't know about that DC pack," he said quietly, lost in thoughts for a moment. There were still so many things he didn't know about this man, even if he's considered Derek one of his few and closest friends after everything they've been through together. His massive crush on him was just a bonus.

"From your comment and your circumstances it's clear that things didn't work out with that pack either," he added and couldn't stop himself from putting his hand on the back of Derek's as it was resting on the couch between them. It was an instinctual move on his part, he didn't think about it. But didn't pull back either. He knew that wolves and a pack communicated emotions too through touch. His goal was to show sympathy and understanding. Maybe it would feel good even to someone who usually didn't like to be touched that much.

"I like the idea of building a pack from such individuals. It'll probably be a challenge as first you have to earn their broken trust. But I think once they realize that you mean it, they would become very grateful and loyal and protective of what you could build for them. Let me know if you need me to put in a few good words for you," he winked with a small smile in an attempt to lighten the mood a bit. But he meant it. "I could also help restore the loft in my free time, if you need help. It would be so awesome for Beth too to grow up around a good pack. I want you to succeed with this," he said with his seriously glinting amber eyes.

Glancing to the hand on his, he didn't comment on it. But he also didn't remove his hand nor glared at the other to remove his. It was grudgingly accepted. It was nice, to be honest, to be touched by somebody other than his young toddler and the occasional hand on his shoulder from the sheriff. He and Lydia weren't as touchy with one another, even though there were no personal boundaries between them either. He'd easily let her sit on his lap or them sitting tightly together or lounging together but he didn't go out of his way. Neither did she. Derek liked touching others, only he hid it with brief hand touches, shoulder brushes, small things nobody even thought about him doing. Stiles was never subtle, especially not in his touches.

"It was brief, with that pack. I disappointed them and my ex stayed with them. He's happy there." He, the gender indication had been unavoidable this time even though Derek knew it would leave Stiles gaping. It wasn't a secret or anything, Derek didn't flaunt it either. Everybody had always assumed Stiles had been the only bisexual in the pack, and Derek had never deemed it was needed to correct them on it. It didn't matter who liked what, shouldn't matter.

"But it made me think of changing it, to build a pack differently. It's not getting easier out there for werewolves or other supernaturals. Besides, I can't break what's already broken, I can't do worse with them and that's perfect for me."

It was a joke, it wasn't meant to be self-depreciating because it was true. The challenge would be to bite others and ruin their lives. At least this way he could only make them better and not worse. Derek knew he wasn't a great leader but he wasn't completely awful either. As beta he made for a bad follower, always doing his own thing and driving alphas insane, never part of a pack but never fully alone either. Constantly getting in trouble, which he knew had made it hard on the last alpha he had belonged to.

For a moment he was quiet before he reached over, petting the hand covering his, giving Stiles a serious look. "Am I safe around you when you have a hammer in your hands?" he deadpanned.

The moment that "little" bomb was dropped on Stiles and his mind comprehended it was spectacular. A myriad of emotions rushed through his face as after all this time it hit home without any doubt that Derek indeed liked men too. Despite the very few hints dropped during the years (and which could be brushed off easily with logical explanations), now some things all of a sudden fell into place. But that didn't stop Stiles from gaping at Derek like a fish on dry land.

"Huh! Good for him!" he said on a slightly higher pitch, still trying to process the mild shock which made his cheeks start to burn a bit both from embarrassment and excitement. It definitely opened up more possibilities, but he had to stop his mind which started skipping ahead like crazy. Getting his hopes up in vain would only make him falling flat on his face even more painful. Stupid son of a bitch hope!

"How come you never talked about or introduced any of your guys?" he asked, unable to stop his curiosity. "I mean... Ehh, never mind. I get it. I didn't either," he chuckled a bit nervously. Why the hell was he so... like a blushing virgin all of a sudden? Especially when Derek put his other bigger hand on top of his too? Fuck...

"Yo, dude... I had learned a few basic survival and remodeling skills from my dad, okay? We had to maintain this house alone since I was a kid, so yeah... if you trust me with a gun in my hand, you can trust me with a hammer too," he shrugged, chuckling, the tip of his ears turning red from that touch. God... he was back in high school when he was giggling like a girl around the few boys he liked.

If Stiles had been younger, his voice would have done that skip to a higher note in excitement, though it still got higher now. And he was blushing frantically, giggling, avoiding to look at Derek fully. If his loud dreaming hadn't alerted the wolf, this would have since it was anything but subtle. He shouldn't be encouraging it, he shouldn't initiate touches, shouldn't enjoy dropping hints to his interests just to see the reaction. This was like playing with fire and he knew from experience what fire would do, it would leave nothing but destruction in its wake. And they would lose the friendship they had.

Pulling his hands away – with regret because he had enjoyed feeling the heated skin against his own – Derek glanced at the TV as if it had drawn his attention. It hadn't. The movie had lost its appeal but it was a perfect excuse at least.

"There was only one guy so…" Shrugging, he knew he wouldn't mention it if there had been more. Since his track record with relationships wasn't stellar, introducing any of his people wouldn't have gone well. The only normal relationship he'd had, had been with Braeden and that hadn't been as much a relationship as it had been a partnership with benefits. The rest had been either psychopaths or they had been unhealthy in the way of how they had treated one another. "You know the rest of my exes."

People always assumed because of his looks that he had a very experienced past sex-wise, but he hadn't been that interested in it anymore and he wasn't exactly a catch for a relationship. Stiles should know better by now, since he was older but then again, older didn't necessarily mean wiser.

"I don't know if I trust you with either, you're going to have to show me."

One is more than none, right? It's enough for that confirmation, Stiles thought and already felt a bit colder from the loss of the heat Derek's hands generated under and on top of his. He always kinda admired and loved how much warmer his skin felt to the touch. Unless he was injured, of course. Stiles had noticed that then it could feel a bit colder. Wereanimals running warmer than humans made sense with their quick metabolism and healing factor. No wonder running around naked in the woods even in winter didn't seem to faze them much.

Oh great, now he had a naked Derek running in the snow in his head. Not helping to calm down... Man, it was more difficult for him to control himself than usual. He blamed Derek. Of course it was Derek's fault! He was going to keep embarrassing himself and he was going to also burn himself badly. Sooner or later. He could feel it in his bones as they were just sitting there staring at each other for a long moment while Derek was waiting for his witty response. Which seemed to have been stuck in his throat.

He got it. Derek was unlucky in love. So was he. He had fun with his partners and hookups, but nothing lasted longer than a few months. Not even Malia back in the day. Stiles knew that he was a difficult person to be with, with all the babbling and over-analyzing things and all the running around to save the day. His attention span was so messed up. Just like his focus. Okay, by now he had managed to more or less work on that, but no one could keep him interested long enough for him to start developing that real LOVE (with capital letters).

On Lydia he had an intense crush since 3rd grade, they kissed a few times but by the time they kinda got together, he had left town. Before that with Malia… Well, that was more about that feeling of someone finally wanting him and sexing him up. She was intense and fierce. Sometimes maybe too much. But Stiles loved the time he had spent with her. For a while he thought that it could work on the long run too and he started developing feelings for her, but the world around them was just too messed up. Too much happened in a too short period of time.

The male lovers... well, those were more like hookups and the booty calls in Frisco. He was even more lost when it came to the men he liked. Maybe because he's been pining over Derek for years. And now they were sitting there – Stiles with the certainty that gender didn't matter to the other man either – and lots of question marks in his head.

Did he have a chance? At all? Or he's been wasting all these years hoping for a miracle? Well, this subtle but important revelation could have been a smaller one, but Stiles was just not sure. And there were very few things he hated the most. Being unsure about something was on top of his list.

He swallowed hard, trying to wet the Sahara his mouth has become from that intense look. "Does this mean just the shooting or is this your way of accepting my help in renovating the loft?" he raised a questioning brow, not looking away this time, even if the tip of his ears kept burning.

"Both," Derek breathed, like an idiot agreeing to anything the other would suggest because that was kind of the thing Stiles did to him. Of course he was capable of saying no, even to the human but there was a definite soft spot, something about him making the wolf act more like an idiot than usual. The idea of spending more time with him beyond the two weeks now, it was too tempting to pass up on, even if it was only them working on renovating. He liked the idea of Stiles in his loft, having a hand in everything, being surrounded by his scent in his own living space. "Though not sure if there's much help given with renovating, we'll have to see about that."

He did pick up on how Stiles completely avoided letting anything slip about his relationships. It was only his second day here but his phone wasn't chiming with messages, nor with calls. So he had to be single, he wasn't the kind of guy not to be completely into somebody, not to message them at least once a day. Derek wasn't into texting all that much himself, he saw it as a way to leave a quick message, phones a needed evil because it seemed you couldn't do without one. He lost his all the time, or they broke and he'd forget to buy a new one, which meant he kept changing numbers which he forgot to hand out. Despite his age, he was a notorious anti-tech person. Sure, he owned a laptop for banking and other business, and another one with software for his car, but that was about it. He knew how to work with technology, he preferred not to if he didn't have to.

But yeah, he somehow knew Stiles was single and he shouldn't be encouraging this. With the way he flailed at finding out Derek wasn't straight, the constant scent of arousal lingering around him. The Hale wasn't going to cheapen the crush by thinking it was only because Stiles wanted in his pants, but he was certainly making it into an ideal picture in his head when he should know better. The wolf wasn't good relationship material, it would only lead to unhappiness or worse, death. Other times, he would have completely cut it off, made sure there was no doubt. But he was healing, too raw and aching to push and push until Stiles would give up. Part of him wanted the comfort of his scent, wanted them to be a sure thing, just wanted.

The way Derek said "both" paired with that look made Stiles swallow hard again, even if right afterwards the edge of his mouth curled upwards with satisfaction from the acceptance. "Good... That's good..." he whispered back. It was definitely a moment between them right there. Right? He wasn't sure. He could never be sure with Derek Hale, who one minute was open to him, and in the next it was like running head first into a brick wall. Now he was still open – more or less – but for how long?

Yes, he knew that Derek was more broken than any of the people he knew, but he was also a valuable person. Someone Stiles would never give up on. He was one of his closest friends from the very limited ones he had. And he... he wanted more than friendship for years, but had to bury those feelings deep not to ruin said friendship in case Derek didn't feel the same way. But looks like the one he gave him right now confused and filled Stiles with hope that maybe he wasn't hoping in vain. Then again... it was Derek we were talking about... He could be misreading the signs completely.

Stiles didn't know that he was one of the few people who could read and understand Derek more than most. He usually felt unsure, even if he touched on things without thinking. He just... wanted to be there for Derek. To help him. Not just because he deserved it but because Stiles considered him family. And more.

The younger man's fingers burned to touch Derek again, but he didn't. Instead he curled his hands into fists to stop himself. It wasn't because Derek was still healing and vulnerable, for letting him take a deeper glimpse behind the brooding exterior. He felt that barely there pull towards Derek stronger than ever before during the years. If he closed it out, he could completely ignore it, but his senses became sharper during the years and his training with that witch. If he focused, he could feel it tingling deep down. The more recent physical touches only made that feeling stronger. Stiles was baffled because he didn't understand half of these things yet, but he was learning as fast as he could. And maybe it had nothing to do with anything mysterious. Maybe he just liked to be around Derek. Touching him, watching him, talking to him.

"Oh there's always something to tinker with in a loft too. We'll see indeed," his smile made a quick return and he finally broke the eye-contact to glimpse at the screen. He had no idea what was happening on it as his mind was too preoccupied with Derek and his scent and closeness. He should really get a better grip on himself. He was acting ridiculous. Not that it would be so unusual to anyone around him.

There was this weird moment between them, loaded with tension and Derek too was fighting the need to touch Stiles, fingers itching to draw the human close by clasping a hand behind the neck. To feel the smooth pale skin, to kiss those tempting lips and smother the quietness by shutting Stiles up even more. Instead he did nothing while they stared and stared without sharing words. The spell broke when he looked away, on purpose, once again using the movie as an excuse even though he too had no idea what was going on there anymore.

"I'm going to fix up the entire building so I'd say so."

First the loft though, so he could move back there and let Noah have his house back. And to not steal Stiles' room so he could visit and sleep in an actual bed instead of on the couch. He liked the roughness of the loft, the industrial feel of it, but it needed some refining touches, like an actual kitchen and he wanted to make a bedroom in the unoccupied area on the other side of the hole in the wall. That way his bed wouldn't be in the living area, there would be space for a sized sitting area and dining table. Playing corner for the kids and a large bookcase. It wasn't going to be heavily furnished, it wasn't what he liked but it would look more like it was being lived in. Suitable for a child to grow up in.

"I've got all the plans drawn up." Many sketches and blue prints, maybe he had went a little overboard with wanting a communal garden for all the apartments, a place where they could grow their own vegetables and herbs. Technically he only had one apartment filled when it was ready, with Cora. Taylor was still working on hers and he wasn't sure if she was going to stay. But if he wanted to build a pack, they needed a place to house said pack. "If I sell a few buildings, I will have enough to hire help and buy all that's needed."

Still looking towards the screen, Stiles drew in an inaudible deep breath, stopping his thoughts from taking a darker turn. He tended to do that at times when he was vulnerable and trying to hold on to hope too tightly. He knew better than to leave that door open to the darkness. Not that he could be possessed anymore. He made sure that it wouldn't happen again. He absently rubbed the shirt over his heart as if scratching an itch before glimpsing back at Derek.

"Those are great plans. I mean if you want your family and the new pack to live there, it's a wise choice. But I will be personally offended if you leave everything to the humans for hire and don't let me help with my two skilled hands!" he chuckled, lifting said hands to wiggle his long fingers in the air for emphasis. Then he folded them over his stomach.

"I just wish we were already there. Working on the loft. We have to put you back together before that, you know..." he said on a more serious tone. "I'll call my witch friend after dinner to put things in motion," Stiles promised, letting his head fall back against the back of the couch, unwittingly baring the long column of his throat, the few scattered moles in stark contrast with his pale skin. He closed his eyes for a moment and hummed to himself, already thinking about what and how much to tell her.

"It's a big project, you'll have time to get your hands black and blue by slamming the hammer on your fingers," Derek promised because he didn't want humans around his home all the time either. He was too fond of his privacy to share it all the time with workers banging away and making sensitive werewolf ears bleed. And he was going to need Stiles' input when it came to furniture and how to make it more fitting for living. He'd ask Lydia but her style was a little too posh for Derek's liking. He had no idea what Stiles' style was like, the bedroom was teenager angst-filled and didn't say much.

He only nodded at the fact they needed to try to put him together, emphasis on try. It wasn't like souls were on sale and they'd be able to get one at the drop of a hat so they could move on. It didn't work that way sadly. That thought made him realize that with most of his soul gone, he might want to consider getting something done to prevent possession. A near empty alpha body might be tempting for demons who didn't have a luxury to be picky about what vessel to possess.

Stealing a glance to Stiles made his breathing hitch at the sight of what the human offered. Long neck completely exposed, offered so freely and openly. If Stiles had been werewolf, Derek wouldn't mistake it for anything but submission but now it was an unknowing tease of what could be his if he made a move. His mouth was suddenly dry, his mind empty like words were too much effort because he was taken over by want. To enclose his jaws around that throat, suck bruises in the pale skin and leave marks to signal ownership. Stiles gave and Derek wanted to take.

With a strangled growl he stood, literally tearing himself away from the sight before he did something he was going to regret. He mumbled something about drinks so he could create some space by being in the kitchen, breathing hard.

The second Derek growled, Stiles eyes popped open and he lifted his head to see what was up, but by then Derek was already moving behind the couch to leave the room. Did he say or do something that upset him? The confusion was evident on his face, but his response was already tumbling out of his mouth.

"Thanks for trusting my skills with a hammer! For that I'd like a coke to drink, thank youuu!" he yelled after Derek on a light tone, even if his brows knitted together, trying to figure out what made him practically storm out of the living room. With a slightly bitter sigh he looked at the screen, trying to get back to the movie, but it was in vain.

When a few minutes have passed and Derek still wasn't back, Stiles got up and wandered out into the kitchen to check on him. He paused at the door, sliding his hands in his jeans' pockets. Derek was standing with his back to him by the counter, leaning on it and probably staring holes into the poor innocent piece of furniture. Stiles could tell from the tense line of his shoulders and broad back that he was... frustrated? angry? or something along the line as he was taking deep breaths.

He felt the sudden urge to go over and embrace Derek from behind, even kiss the Triskelion tattoo through his shirt until he relaxed again. He had no clue what made him like this, but he wanted it gone. He wanted Derek to be open and to smile again. But what he wanted he rarely got, so yeah...

Either way, in the next moment he found himself cutting the distance that got between them so suddenly and walked next to the other man, reaching out to gently put a hand on the thick forearm in a consoling manner. "What's wrong?"

He froze to the touch, there was no other description for it. The moment the hand was on his tanned skin, his muscles tensed over more and his breathing hitched. All he had needed were a few more minutes to work on his control because it wasn't as tightly kept as normally. Stiles had seemed to think otherwise, had been stubborn enough to decide a few minutes were too long to grab drinks so he had followed. Of course he had, and now the Hale was overwhelmed by his scent again. He couldn't even explain what was wrong because that meant acknowledging his attraction and toying with the human's emotions too much.

It was only day two of two weeks of Stiles and he was already failing miserably to be around him. It wasn't like he was subtle at the moment, and the only reason the younger man didn't pick up on what the problem was, was because he was utterly human and couldn't smell it on Derek.

What is wrong?

Easily answered. What was wrong was the fact he wanted to crowd Stiles against the fridge and kiss him until his lips parted so he could take and lick and taste. Because he now knew there was interest, he knew he could have it if he dared to ask. His control was so frayed and barely there that he didn't realize he was doing what he had been thinking about. Stiles was pressed against the counter with the werewolf's body blocking him, pressed against him while his heart thundered too loudly.

With the last shred of control, he pushed his face into Stiles' neck to breathe in his scent, hoping that would calm him so he didn't kiss the human and ruin everything.

Confusion became the word of the afternoon, it seemed. Stiles wanted to ask what was happening when in the blink of an eye Derek moved and his waist hit the edge of the counter, making him huff from the sudden uncomfortable – though not painful – contact. And then he was looking into the fierce glowing red eyes of an alpha werewolf, his own body bracketed by the toned arms.

Stiles' breathing hitched, his heart skipping a few beats then started to pound like crazy. Not from fear, though. Every normal human would be intimidated and probably scared from a situation like this – an alpha wolf's control slipping – but Stiles was neither just any human nor normal. He reacted like this because of the sudden physical closeness of Derek. The heat of that hard body, along with the familiar scent hit him like a brick wall, making him slightly dizzy. But the glowing red eyes and that unfathomable expression on the other man's face stopped the room from tilting, anchoring Stiles into that moment.

He didn't know what was going to happen. He knew what he wanted to happen. He even glimpsed down at Derek's lips for a brief second when he started to move towards him. But not in his mouth's direction. In the end, he buried his face into his neck and scented him. Fucking scented him! Not that Stiles would've minded. He choked on a moan and his lips opened on a wrecked gasp instead. His eyes rolled closed from the hot breath on his exposed neck and feeling it... feeling something unmistakably pressing against his thigh. That realization made his cheeks flush a deep red, the color spreading to the tip of his ears and down on his goose fleshed neck.

All his detective skills failed him as his mind was shutting down, not being able to figure out what made Derek act like this, but he wasn't complaining. He wanted to secretly enjoy this amazing closeness as long as he could. He was paralyzed, but not like in school from the kanima's venom years ago. This time he could've moved, but he didn't aside from putting his arms around Derek to hold him close – not to push him away.

When they had first met, Stiles had reeked of fear all the time around him, though that had changed remarkably fast. Where a lot of people had feared him, Stiles had adapted and had realized it had been a Derek thing. And now... Now it wasn't fear anymore, it was a whole lot of interest and arousal. It felt like he doused the wolf in it, the way it bloomed the moment Derek had him against the counter. It should have worked to scent him.

The idea was to press his face against the neck, rub his own skin against it to calm him and anchor him. But Stiles had the indecency to gasp, to blush all over, so the Hale was well aware of what was happening, his body happily reacting to it all. It was torture to be this close and not do anything, to harshly pant against the pale skin like he was a teenager without control, to be aching like this. And the younger man didn't even push him away, didn't do anything else but wrap his arms around him to allow him this. Sheer acceptance of who and what Derek was without questioning it.

Maybe that's why he didn't do more, that sobering knowledge that Stiles would let him do anything. It would be taking advantage of the crush. Tightly clenching his eyes, he took a few shuddering breaths, his lips trailing along the blushing heated skin, his eyes burning red and everything refused to calm down. Two days and he was ready to ravage the sheriff's son in his own kitchen, against a counter.

As swift as he had been to press against Stiles, as quick he was to pull away, creating distance between them by putting the dining table as barrier while he pressed against the wall, looking down.

𝐴𝑙𝑝𝘩𝑎, 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑎, 𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑎
𝐴𝑙𝑝𝘩𝑎, 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑎, 𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑎
𝐴𝑙𝑝𝘩𝑎, 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑎, 𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑎

He repeated the mantra a few times, as if that would chase off his attraction. As if that had ever helped him before.

The skin on Stiles’ neck was burning where Derek's lips and stubble have brushed against it. Where he marked him with his scent... That thought made him hopelessly throb in his pants, reacting the same way the other man's body clearly did. Not that Stiles ever doubted that the wolf could smell each time he got even a tiny bit aroused around him. Gosh, he had told Stiles countless of times how he could smell the excitement on him too. So yeah... he was now really, very busted. Only a fool wouldn't see the burning desire in the amber eyes. And perhaps something deeper too.

The loss of the heat of Derek's body was like a shock to Stiles' system. The cooler air rushed against him as Derek was suddenly on the other side of the kitchen, avoiding eye-contact and probably saying his usual mantra. It only showed the panting man how close Derek was to losing control.

Was this because of not being fully recovered yet? Or missing half of his soul? Or did Stiles cause this himself? He kinda couldn't believe the last option, because he didn't think that high of himself or his possible effects on Derek. Maybe it was the combination of all three?

He didn't know and couldn't care in that moment as he was holding onto the edge of the counter as if his life depended on it, knuckles turning white as he was still panting hard. His heartbeats weren't slowing and he could feel that pull stronger again. Warming his middle, unfurling all kinds of feelings and wants in him as he was watching the struggling alpha. He didn't know that there was a dim shimmering of amber fire in his eyes as he struggled to put together a coherent thought. But there was an urge growing in his throat, pressing against his tongue, teeth and mouth, tightening his chest. Like a tidal wave, pushing out of him to pull something back with the unrelenting force of nature. Time seemed to slow down and then stood still in the crackling tension between them. Then Stiles uttered one word:

"Derek."

It was like given permission, a green light, a breaking of the strange spell between them. When his name was spoken in a hoarse, guttural breath, he had to. It wasn't a choice anymore to stay away, his resolve, what little there had been left, crumbled with a snap.

What happened was purely instinctual, because he didn't recall making the choice to leap to Stiles but he did. Right over the table to press against the human once more. And this time it wasn't the neck which had his attention. Stiles wanted him, wanted him so badly that it was hard to breathe and not inhale all those emotions. They mingled with his own, increased his own want, reduced his thinking capacity. Not that there was much thinking happening anymore.

Strong arms wrapped around the lighter body, pressing them closely together, taking advantage of their similar height. It wasn't a chaste beginning, there was no finesse to the kiss. No permission asked to enter those lips because as Stiles gasped, Derek licked into the inviting warmth to taste him. His need wasn't just to express his want, but to breathe in Stiles, to take his breath and everything he had to offer, soak in him. Kissing him was like two magnets finally being allowed to click together, two puzzle pieces falling into place. Kissing Stiles was like dying and being revived.

His. He was his, had to be his.

This time Stiles was prepared. This time he braced himself as best as he could while watching Derek leap to him as if pulled on a string. He answered his call without hesitation. Not fighting it, just giving in. Stiles gave in too and welcomed him with open arms. The moment their lips crushed together, his knees went weak and he gasped. When Derek's tongue pushed past his lips, his tongue answered his call without hesitation too. His arms were back around the broad back, fingers curling into fists around Derek's shirt to keep him close, to pull him closer.

Stiles' mind was wiped completely clean as he tried to mold his body into one with Derek's. It was an all teeth and tongue kiss. Passionate. Feral. Hungry. Overwhelming. The most fucking perfect kiss he’s ever had! It made his body hum with excitement and anticipation. Made it tingle and flood with warmth and need. Set his whole being on fire. Focusing on breathing through his nose proved to be a difficult task, but he somehow managed, just because he never wanted this kiss to end.

His hands slid up to cup the stubbly cheeks for a few moments then ended up in the dark hair, grabbing and pulling it in his passion. His body was trembling like a leaf, pressing even closer to the broader one. He could feel all those hard muscles, that hard erection against him. It all made thinking clearly even more impossible. And the taste... that musky ting mixing into Derek's own taste and the magic that came with being a born werewolf... It was the best taste like ever!

It drove Stiles on to give just as good as he was getting. The wet sounds of their kissing and the soft moans and growls they both made filled the kitchen. And Stiles' hips came alive too, rubbing himself slowly but steadily against Derek's bulge once he hooked a leg behind his calf.

No one and nothing could've prepared him for this. How intense this was going to be after years of just fantasizing about it. This... this was where he wanted to belong. This was what he wanted all his life. This was what he's been waiting for.

Derek. Always Derek.

There was no other need but to drown in Stiles' exhales, tasting him over and over until the chemical aftertaste of the Red Vines disappeared to leave only Stiles in its wake. It was desperate and hungry, hips rutting to meet the frantic languid push of the other even though it was supposed to be kissing only. They both forgot the world around them, forgot that there was a child about to wake up, forgot they were dry humping like teens in the Stilinski kitchen. Derek only wanted to be forever close to the cooler body, drown into the scents and die happily for a change.

The chemo signals spilling over to him were letting him know Stiles wanted this as much as he did, maybe even more. After all these years of distant crushes and frantic solo groping in showers to feel ashamed and dirty, the reality didn't even come close to the fantasy. If they would kiss and only kiss like this forever, he'd be okay with that. Hands had found themselves in his hair, tugging, keeping him pressed against the opened lips. His own weren't idle either, they slipped under the shirt to get to skin.

The contact was as intoxicating as their kiss, even though he didn't move his hands, he kept them splayed on the pale skin in a possessive gesture at the small of his back so their hips wouldn't be able to create distance. He wanted to bite and mark and take, keep the human right here with him because finally he felt something. He didn't need pain to have an emotion, he needed Stiles.

"Stiles," he groaned softly, nibbling at the swollen bottom lip, sucking on it. The name calling wasn't to put a stop to it, it was more like a caress, a praise. A declaration.

Those big hands were burning his naked skin where they were splayed. That touch made goose bumps rise on his whole back, as if stirring up his energies even more. But it wasn't just that. It was also from the not really hidden possessiveness in it which Stiles sensed on a basic level and had no fucking objection against it. It felt good. So right that it made his head even dizzier.

But what made a strangled sound rush past his nibbled and already sensitive bottom lip was the way Derek groaned his name. It was a never before heard soft tone which carried desire and an even more basic need. Derek wanted him this close. He wanted their mind-blowing kisses... He rubbed himself back against Stiles' trapped cock which was so damn hard that he knew he could come just from the exciting dry humping. He really felt like a teenager. Sneaking around behind his dad's back to do this, never sure when he would have to jump away and pretend that nothing happened.

This wasn't the case now, though. They were alone aside from the sleeping Beth upstairs. It was just the two of them. Closer than Stiles ever would have believed they would get. Not just physically but emotionally too. He could've cried in that moment he heard Derek say his name like that. He wanted this for such a long time and it was even better than when he imagined it on lonely nights with one hand under his boxers. Or when he felt down and lonely and would've killed for a morsel of affection. And now... now Derek's voice was so loaded while uttering his name...

His hands' grip softened in the thick dark hair, one hand sliding down to Derek's nape, lightly rubbing and caressing it as he mirrored what the other man was doing and nipped back at his bottom lip, breathing raggedly and feeling as if he was drugged or drunk. He was drunk on Derek from "only" this mind-blowing kiss.

Aaand that was the exact moment when he heard the familiar sound of a cruiser's door being slammed shut from outside.

Derek should have heard the cruiser sooner, he should have given them more time to prepare but he heard it in exactly the same moment as Stiles did. That slamming of the car door which made him jump away from the human on instinct. It was ridiculous, they were adults and there was nothing wrong with what they were doing and yet he really didn't want to be caught like this. Their erections were far too prominent to ignore, painfully hard even and pressing against his jeans. With the way Stiles had been clutching at his hair, it was probably in disarray and Stiles?

Stiles looked completely wrecked. Swollen red lips, shining with saliva, pupils blown, a distinct wet spot from some pre-release in his jeans. Not to mention the matching bulge there. It made the wolf growl, wanting to sink to his knees and taste, to nuzzle into the pants before opening them so he could get Stiles completely undone.

"We should..." he motioned to the stairs and then realized, too late, how that looked. At least he had the decency to color slightly. "Fix ourselves."

There was the jiggling of keys happening to unlock the door so Derek bolted. Straight out rushed upstairs to take care of the problem and not look like he was going to star in a porn shoot soon. Stiles was on his own with his dad, who luckily, wasn't a werewolf and wouldn't be able to smell what had been going on. Because, oh god the smell was so strong.

Derek wasn't ashamed of them, but taking it slow was preferred. There was a distinct feeling that maybe with the urgency they felt, taking it slow wasn't going to happen. Crap... cold shower, cold shower now.

That look on Derek's face as the still red eyes lowered to Stiles' groin... That look right there got burned into his mind. He could still see it once Derek was gone in the next moment and Stiles stood frozen to the spot, still breathing heavily as if he had run a marathon.

"For the love of all the gods and whatnot... Seriously, dad? You cock-blocking bastard..." he muttered under his nose then sighed. "Move... come on, Stiles, just fucking move!" he scolded himself to try making his legs do what they were supposed to.

The next moment he did move too. More like dashed towards the living room couch, realizing that the downstairs bathroom was way too far to make it before bumping into his dad. He must have looked comical as he literally jumped onto the couch and dragged a blanket over his middle, pulling a leg up to hide his... problem. He was still flushed, yeah, but the dimming light in the living room helped hide it more or less. He put a hand over his swollen mouth as if contemplating on something about the movie which was still on.

This was ridiculous but at the same time kinda funny and entertaining too. His heart was still beating wildly and he focused on slowing his breathing to look more or less okay to his sharp-eyed father.

"Hey, kiddo. What are you watching?" Noah stepped into the living room, glimpsing at the flat screen.

"Justice League," Stiles answered on a quite normal voice.

"Is it any good?"

"Can't decide."

"Huh... Are you okay?" the sheriff frowned lightly, noticing the unusually short replies right away.

"Huh? Yeah, of course," he turned his head a bit more towards his dad. "Just a bit tired. Was researching some things during the night," he hurried to stomp down on any suspicion that might arise in Noah. "I'll start dinner in a bit."

Did Derek feel guilty for Stiles having to deal with the sheriff? Not even close. Nope. He took a quick shower, set to as cold as possible which dealt with the problem effectively. It was uncomfortable and not the way he had wanted to make it go away but it was sobering. The way he had pounced on the younger man hadn't been like himself and it had been wrong to do.

He just came out of a relationship, even though it had been one struggling for months and for him there had been a break of three years in between. Which was another reason. He had went to Hell, was more broken than usual, there was nothing to offer. Stiles was a detective in San Francisco, on his way to have a promising career. The human didn't need to be burdened by a failing werewolf and a hybrid toddler. Maybe they should have sex and get it out of their system but- That wasn't the kind of person he was. Casual hookups just for sex? It was better not to have any because he didn't need to feel emptier than he already did.

And that was the temptation. Stiles made him feel, like they connected, chasing away the almost debilitating loneliness he felt despite having his daughter to care for. Speaking of... he dressed and decided to get her out of bed, since Stiles was going to start on dinner soon. And okay, it was a way to avoid talking about it, for a bit. He groaned. Two weeks....

Meanwhile Stiles chatted about their day with his dad a bit more before Noah finally went to his room to change and wash up just to afterwards take over the TV. By then Stiles collected himself more or less and his lower regions calmed down too. Using that opportunity, he moved back to the kitchen – decidedly trying to ignore the very spot where his world just turned on its axis because of what went down between him and Derek.

He kinda felt proud of himself that he only blushed once then he managed to focus starting to prepare the dinner he had promised. Roasted chicken with spices and melted cheese on top, some grilled vegetables and mashed potatoes. A light enough dinner, but also having all the nourishing properties a home-made dish should have.

He liked cooking because it gave his mind time to think through things. Like trying to solve his cases – especially when he was stuck on something. Or in this case to think about that heated kiss and what it could mean for the two of them regarding the future. But the million dollar question was: do they have a future... together in the first place? Stiles hoped that this was only the beginning – or rather continuation – of something deeper between them.

He also hoped that Derek wouldn't dance back. He knew the werewolf and his tendencies of self-blame and locking up and persuading himself that something was wrong or his fault. Stiles was far from a religious person, but he did murmur a prayer to the Universe not to let that be the case. Because if it was, it was going to be so much harder now to keep his distance and his emotions in check. In that case... these two weeks are going to be his own personal hell. And he did know about hell. Not like Derek, but he was way too familiar with a different kind. The one that locks you up in your own head and drives you mad with your endless thoughts and doubts.

This possibility dampened his giddy happiness which was caused by those amazing kisses, but by the time they all sat down to the table to eat, he had his usual smirk on his face, babbling about his first funny failed attempts of making food.

They will have the time to talk about this later. Or so he hoped...

MOONDUST

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