Chapter 9

"Hey, dude! Are you listening?" Scott's voice and the snapping fingers in front of his face brought Stiles back to the present from his daydreaming.

"Huh?" he asked very cleverly.

"I'm guessing the answer is no," Scott chuckled then wiggled his brows. "Were you thinking about your new boyfriend?"

"Shut up, Scott!" Stiles shushed him, face turning into the color of a tomato. "Dad's watching the game in the living room..."

His friend rolled his eyes at Stiles. "That's downstairs. He doesn't have super hearing," Scott snorted from the idea, still sprawled out on Stiles' bed where they've been talking after lunch – to which Scott was invited too since he popped in while Stiles was preparing the food. It was quite natural by that point that they ate at each other’s houses without explicit invitation.

"Thank fuck. Otherwise I'd be in trouble," Stiles chuckled, turning his gaze from the ceiling to his friend while lying next to him.

"Too much jerking off, huh?"

"Among other things," Stiles humored him. Because yeah, those kinds of things happened quite regularly too. After all, he was a healthy teen with physical needs. "Sorry... so, what were you saying?"

"I have a date with Allison Tuesday evening!" Scott beamed and boy, did he look like a happy puppy with a bone.

"Wow, that's great, man! I'm happy for you! Any idea where you gonna take her?"

"Nah, not yet. I've been thinking about it since yesterday."

"I feel ya, dude. I'm supposed to meet up with Derek in an hour, but have no idea where we're going to go."

"Yeah, it's not easy to choose the right place for the first date. I was thinking maybe she might like the ice-cream parlor.”

"Oh yes, that's a good one," Stiles mumbled, his mind trying to drift away again. Ever since he woke up after just a few hours of sleep, he couldn't stop thinking about the previous night. Luckily he hadn’t had too many drinks so he wasn't hangover. He replayed each moment he'd spent with Derek over and over again and each time he got to the good parts (the kissing, Derek calling him his boyfriend etc.), there was this warm little flutter in his stomach.

"Maybe you should go see a movie or something. It's harder for you since you're going out with a boy and your dad doesn't know about it yet. When will you tell him?" Scott rolled onto his side and propped his head up on a hand.

"Soon. Derek doesn't want to be 'my dirty little secret' for too long. Which is understandable and I don't want that either. I just have to gather enough courage for that talk with dad."

"You're an idiot, Stiles. He loves you and won't care if you date a girl or a boy!" Scott snorted and lightly bumped his best friend's shoulder with a fist.

"Yeah, yeah, probably. It's still not that easy. He's my hero and all. But I definitely want to come out of the closet soon because I keep imagining myself holding hands with Derek and kissing him at school too. Basically the same fantasies I always had about him, but now they are multiplying since they might actually happen."

"Oh god, you're so head over heels with him already..." Scott chuckled.

Now it was Stiles' turn to roll his eyes at the other boy and push at his shoulder. "Yeah, whatever. Now go home! I have to get ready for my big date..."

"So mean!" Scott fake-pouted, using his puppy eyes, but Stiles pushed him out of his bed. He was immune to those eyes to a certain degree.

"You know me. Byeee!" he waved, going to his drawer to get out some fresh clothes for after the shower.

"Okay fiiine... Let me know how it went!"

"Will do," Stiles nodded then once Scott was gone, he practically moved into the bathroom, his excitement growing with each passing minute.

Meanwhile Derek had no idea what time Stiles would be letting him know it was okay to come over. ‘After lunch’ didn't say much so he had made sure to be ready in the early afternoon, clutching his phone. The morning with the family went as expected. They of course had to ask about the date at breakfast, everybody listening in with rapt attention while poor Derek was blushing as he announced that yes, he had a boyfriend now but that Stiles had not come out to his dad yet so to please keep it a secret for now.

"He must be a very cute boy," grandma said wisely, making Cora giggle like only young girls would.

"He's the Sheriff's boy," grandpa chimed in while not even looking up from his newspaper and taking a sip from his café latte, the way Italians would start their morning according to the old man. That’s also why there were biscotti on the table because those had to be dipped in the coffee. The Hale kids had never complained about cookies at Sunday breakfast at least.

"Derek likes to live dangerously," his dad piped up as well, although he was distracted by feeding the twins without it ending up everywhere. He wasn't succeeding but since Talia wasn't there, he was on his own, no babysitting for Derek today.

"Derek likes to live fast. Second date in as many days. Boy, you do fall hard when you fall."

Derek scowled at Peter because he didn't need a reminder of how fast they were going but was it really that fast considering..."We've been crushing for a whole year. It’s not fast, it was like really slow."

"We? So the boy has been in love with you for so long too, honey?"

"Grandma, his name is Stiles..."

"What's a Stiles?" grandpa looked up from the newspaper confused. "His name is Stiles Stilinski? Polish people… they're so strange."

Grandpa Hale, Italian born and bred, had some racially unjust inclinations. He could make some racist remarks for sure even though the entire Hale family consisted of all kinds of backgrounds. Talia and Derek both had their toned skin from Grandpa Giovanni while Peter took more after Grandma Katherine with her Irish and Scottish roots. The twins were a copy of their dad.

Derek rolled his eyes. "That's his nickname. Nobody knows his real name."

"That's because nobody can pronounce it, HA! That's Polish language for you," grandpa called out triumphant and Derek's dad chuckled at that loudly. His laugh was one hard to ignore, the kind of sound that made others laugh too so of course others joined in while Derek still scowled at them all.

"Oh cheer up, kid! You’ve got a boyfriend now, that's huge! Is this something we should celebrate?" Derek’s father asked.

"I don't know, Jake, would you celebrate it if he had gotten a girlfriend?" Peter sneered at Derek's dad, who was so used to it that he didn't even blink twice.

"Hell yeah! We did with Paige. Love should be celebrated."

Derek smiled to himself, his dad had taken him to a game and they had eaten all the food the concessional stand had offered as Jake had given his son The Talk. He had a feeling another version of The Talk was going to come at this next celebration. Meanwhile Peter and Jake had gotten into a discussion about love while the grandparents recalled their first loves and Cora was ewwwing all over the place and putting her fingers in her ears and singing songs. The usual breakfast chaos.

And now Derek was in his room, waiting for the text, ready to bolt as soon as he got it. He wasn't mooning, okay. He wasn't. He was just staring at the ceiling and thinking about Stiles. It wasn't mooning. Nope.

'Sorry for not texting earlier. Had to ditch Scott. I'm free now. Meet me in the parking lot behind the gas station? That's close enough to yours.'

Stiles sent the text while chewing on his bottom lip. While showering a plan formed in his mind and decided to go with it. He just hoped Derek would like it too.

This time he put on his well-worn Captain America T-shirt, threw a plaid shirt over it and pulled on a pair of his favorite jeans and red sneakers. He felt like a casual day and also didn't want to put pressure on Derek. Not that he cared too much about how people looked. He never was an 'expensive brands' kind of a guy. Mostly because Stiles was usually short on money – what little he could save up more often than not went on replacing some parts of his old Jeep – and because he thought it was a waste of money since cheaper brands were the same quality.

"I'm going out for a few hours. Gonna hang out with Derek," he shouted into the living room as he grabbed his keys and checked his phone for a new message every five seconds on his way downstairs.

"Okay. Take care and have fun. Get home in time, son. Tomorrow's school."

"I know, dad, and before you ask, yes, all my homework is done," Stiles snorted and bolted out the door, excitement washing through him as he got to his Jeep and sat behind the wheel to check his phone again. Stupid Messenger didn’t refresh fast enough! But now there was a text alert:

‘Okay, I’ll be there soon. Getting in my car now!’

Derek texted back instantly, not caring how it looked with how fast he replied, making it clear he had been waiting for it. So what if he had been lounging on his bed with his phone in his hand? Completely normal behavior!

He sprinted downstairs, not even bothering to take the steps but jumped down.

"I'm going to meet Stiles now!" he called out loudly.

"School tomorrow so home in time," his dad called out from the kitchen and Derek shouted a confirmation just as he opened the front door, not wanting to delay the few hours together. With the amount of energy he had, he was tempted to run to the spot but that would probably raise some questions so he used his car. Barely able to stick to the speed limit, he was that eager to see Stiles. Which meant of course Derek beat the human, he realized as he parked the car and locked it. Stiles had invited him, they could take his car, that was only fair.

He hadn't bothered with special clothes, just his usual jeans with a shirt, both bland, no text on it, no emblems. That was something his mother had taught him from an early age, to never wear the kind of clothes that’d make him stand out. This way if he was on the run from hunters, his description would match tons of other guys. A lesson his dad didn't seem to get because he was practically living in his leather jacket.

Stiles was mostly oblivious to the music that was playing on the radio, but his restless fingers still drummed out its beat. His head was full of anticipation and his whole body somehow felt too tight for him. And all because he was going on their... well, second date if we count last night's party with Derek Hale a date.

If someone had told him this a week ago, he would've laughed them into the face! Stiles was amazed how many things can change only during the span of a week. From secret crushes they went to friends and very quickly boyfriends! It was still making his mind go dizzy a bit when he let himself think deeper into that. But all that mattered now was that for once his dream seemed to come true. For once the Universe seemed to favor him! Which was so rare for Stiles that he took everything with a grain of salt. Not this, though. Not yet. He wanted to believe that this was going to work. He was going to do everything he can to make it happen! This time he was already more into this relationship than he ever was with Heather or Malia. Not that those could be called real relationships when both were more about physical needs of hormonal teenagers. This was different. This was already more. And if Stiles gets burned, then he'll burn. He didn't care. He knew he could fall deep for Derek. And he wanted that.

It took only like fifteen minutes with his Jeep to reach their rendezvous point and the second Stiles spotted Derek's car in the lot and the boy leaning against it so casually that it should've been printed in a fashion magazine, a huge smile lit up Stiles' face.

He parked next to the black Buick and reached across the passenger seat to open the door for Derek. "Hop right in, we're going on a little road trip," he winked at the other boy with a grin and waited for him to get in. "Seat belt! I thought it'd be nice to hop over to the next town so we can walk around and maybe eat something as a couple without anyone bothering us," he added as an explanation.

"Road trip? You sure this car can make that?" Derek snarked easily, grinning at the other boy, wanting to lean in to kiss him but they were in a place they couldn't. Instead he buckled up as instructed, fumbling with it a little because it was his first time in the Jeep and it clearly came with a bible of instructions. There was no satisfying click, he had to pull on it to know it was fastened so he tested it a few times to make sure as he glanced at his boyfriend.

His boyfriend. Wow.

"That sounds great, maybe we should live over there," Derek grinned, but he loved the idea. Anything would be good with Stiles but to be able to hold hands and give looks and enjoy the company without worrying about other people... Now that was awesome. "They've got a comic book store if you're willing." He was sure Stiles was willing, he was wearing a Marvel shirt after all.

"Oh I'm very willing..." Stiles couldn't stop the suggestive tone and grin with wiggling brows as a bonus. And if his cheeks colored a bit, he didn't care. He was once again surrounded by that unique smell that was Derek and could feel the heat of his body even from the other seat and boy, was he excited about their date!

Derek laughed at the double meaning even though it was so cheesy, as if he had any doubts about how willing Stiles was, he had felt and smelled the boner last night. But considering that Stiles only had two girls he mostly hung out with to have sex with and Derek had never went beyond second base, this was going to take some time. He didn't want to be a sexual conquest, he wanted a relationship and everything that entailed. Hopefully Stiles wouldn't get too impatient. Then again, waiting a long time with how Derek felt, probably wouldn't be lasting long at all.

"So how long did Scott gush about Allison? Please don't say he was at your house early."

Taking a deep breath, Stiles focused on reversing the Jeep and getting out into traffic. Which was fortunately light for a Sunday afternoon.

"Oh god, it was a long gushing. He got there around 10 am and talked for quite a while. I've lost track of his babbling a few times, I admit. Was busted a few times too! He was cute, though. They're going on a date on Tuesday. So the plot thickens in the lives of the teens of Beacon Hills!" he used a mysterious tone for emphasis then giggled to himself. He was giddy for sure.

"Tell him to be careful around her. Her family is dealing in weapons. Always weirdos who do that." It was the best explanation Derek could give as to why he didn't like Argents and Scott wasn't werewolf so it wasn't like he was in danger but he could be influenced by the way they thought. Could be introduced to werewolves and influence Stiles and then they'd be in so much trouble.

"Whoa, what?!" Stiles suddenly looked at Derek then had to remind himself that keeping his eyes on the road was a better idea. "The Argents are doing that for a living? Oh my god. Never would've thought. Though the parents always gave me a creepy vibe. Dunno. There's something about their eyes and stares. They're like putting on this mask of 'oh we are pleasant and completely normal', but I always thought that was fake. Allison at least is nice for real. Or at least as much as I saw and heard about her. Her parents on the other hand have this coldness to them. They remind me of hunters, you know," he babbled away, hoping that Derek wouldn't think of his thoughts as too weird. "But thanks, I'll warn Scott. It's not an everyday occupation for sure. Dealing arms, I mean," Stiles agreed on the Argent topic, but his mind was already moving on to the parts of the conversation he was more interested in. Let that weirdness be Scott's problem if he manages to get involved with Allison.

"It's all very legal, but I just think it's weird, you know." And like, so smart, to be hunters and use the guise of weapon dealers to be able to carry the kind needed to take down werewolves and have permits for it. So yeah, Stiles had no idea, and Scott was getting himself into trouble. So much trouble. But they were so not getting into that right now, because this was their second date, so no more shit talking.

"How were things with the family? Were they nosy about last night? Did you tell them about me?" Stiles asked after a nod as a change of topic and glanced over at Derek curiously then back on the road. "If yes then what did they say? How did they react?" he fired off his rapid questions, which was very normal for Stiles.

"I told them I had a boyfriend and I think my dad is going to give me The Talk, again, so I'll blame you for that!" Yeah, he was going to share every horrific detail about that because why should he even suffer alone? "They were fine. Grandma said you must be cute and Peter said I was going fast. But he's just jealous because he still didn't come out yet."

Stiles' expression brightened when the Hales came into the picture. "Ohhhh... what new could your dad put into The Talk that he hadn't told you before? Because yeah, protection is the same. Your options are a bit more limited with one hole you can put it in down there. And... we can't get each other pregnant so that's a plus. Other than this? I'm baffled and intrigued. Please do tell me how it goes and what he says!" he chuckled. "And I'll take full blame, I promise! Otherwise I'm glad they were okay with us being together. And how do you know your uncle likes guys too?" Stiles blinked once again surprised as they left the Beacon Hills sign on the side of the road.

Stiles clearly had no filter and Derek looked at him open-mouthed about the one hole less comment. "Wow, our first time is going to be so romantic," the boy laughed, pretty amused from all the babbling.

Stiles got a glimpse of Derek's shock and he was decent enough to blush a bit while shrugging. "What? If you stalked me for a year, you should know that I rarely have a mouth filter and speak what's on my mind regardless of the topic or others’ opinion and sometimes even their emotions. I guess me paired with ADHD results in this," he chuckled and took a right turn off from the main road to a smaller one which led to the next town.

That blush stayed from realizing that Derek was thinking about their first time together. So there was a high chance one day they'll get there. That in itself made Stiles happy and looking forward to it. A lot. But he promised not to rush things and he wasn't in this for just the sex. For once, he wanted a real relationship too with all that comes with it from the hand holding to the walks and stupid romantic dates and such. But it was good to know that Derek was open to the sex thing too.

"Yeah, well, expect some out of the situation comments from me even during our first time. When I get nervous, I usually babble or in rare cases go unusually silent," Stiles cleared his throat and bit his lip to hold back a grin, but he failed spectacularly.

The Hale grinned at that then shrugged. “Anyway… I think my dad'll be about the use of lube and proper aftercare, stuff like that. My dad is kind of thorough. He'll like, Google everything. And that is why it's so awkward because he's looking at it all for me."

Derek was going to sidestep that entire conversation as soon as it was going to be happening by challenging his dad into a food competition or something, because it’s hard to talk with the mouth full.

"Your dad and I have something in common then. I'm thorough and thrive on researching stuff. So I can understand him. And he just wants you to be prepared. Not that if I was in your place I wouldn't feel mortified. Even when my dad gave me his short Talk about girls and sex in general, I wanted to run out of the world. But we cut our conversation short since I knew most of the things already. I guess it's a parent thing. Constantly worrying about us and wanting to help, even if it's awkward like hell."

"As awkward as knowing your uncle has gay porn under his mattress."

"Dude... that's a lame hiding place for one's porn stash! I thought your uncle is cleverer than that!" Stiles chuckled then slowed the Jeep further down to pull into a parking lot since they arrived at the town.

"It's within easy reach like that," Derek shot back though yeah, he wondered why Peter's current girlfriend hadn't figured it out yet. Not that it was his problem to worry about, someday Peter would stop hiding or he wouldn't, Derek wasn't going to out him. "But yeah, I'll cut the conversation short, since it's not that different from being with girls and I really don't want two of The Talks." Nobody deserved that kind of horror! It was cool that his parents were open-minded. They never made him feel like coming out would be a big deal, and encouraged their kids to be who they wanted to be. The Hales were more worried about the species they were than the sexuality they had.

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