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Derek and Deaton sit him down and start a conversation that causes a silent freakout in Stiles’ head. The further it continues, the more uncomfortable he begins to feel in his own skin. It really sucks because he thought that had stopped, he thought that part of his life was finally over once he’d discovered magic. He thought he’d never be a fuck up again. That was stupidly optimistic of him, now that he thinks about it. Considering he’s still Stiles. Just Stiles who has more up his sleeve, including more ways to fuck up royally.
“Weren’t you told that magic like this could be dangerous?"
“Dangerous?” Stiles gulps, feeling awkward and young under Deatons’ hard, disapproving stare. “I mean, yeah my grandma told me not to do it, but it was just... harmless fun, really.” He shrugs and glances at Derek. “Also, most of them knew like right away that it was me causing that weird shit and no one complained or asked me to stop, that’s basically consent, yeah?”
“It’s dangerous because you’re meddling with their minds and bodies, Stiles. If your spells went wrong by accident, caused someone to change irreversibly, would that have been harmless fun?”
“Irreversibly? Wouldn’t I have been able to just-” He jerks his head and swipes his hand over the back of his neck, feeling nauseous. “Just magic it right again?”
“Sometimes magic fails on you. I’m sure your grandmother told you that as well.”
“No,” He mutters miserably, “In fact her exact words were ‘That’s a lot of power you have. You can do almost anything you can think of, if you just practice and concentrate.’” No one says anything for a few moments and he looks up curiously, surprised to see Derek and Deaton exchanging a tense look he can’t interpret.
Deaton sighs and turns back to Stiles, “If your grandmother’s right, then that’s a lot of power you have no control over. That’s probably why so many of your spells end up a little different from what you planned. Most of the times it’s just more than you asked for, right?” When Stiles nods, Deaton actually relaxes a bit, “We can work with that. You just need more focus. And you need to learn to anticipate when you’ll be needing longer skin contact or when a brush or a quick touch will do.”
Stiles bobs his head to show that he understands but then he glares at Derek, “If you knew this was dangerous, why didn’t you stop me?”
Derek at least has the decency to look sheepish, “You didn’t take it too far and Scott figured you needed this. Needed to get a little payback on the pack, which I guess I understand.”
“But, now... Now I took it too far?” Stiles asks, apprehensively. I took it too far with you?
“Derek?” Deaton asks, clearly expecting an explanation.
“You...” Derek pauses, collecting himself, “You made me feel things you wanted me to feel.” He frowns, clearly unsatisfied with that explanation but it seems to be all Deaton needs as the man closes his eyes and breathes in deeply.
“Stiles, please refrain from manipulating peoples’ emotions in the future. Especially the pack’s.”
The word manipulating strikes Stiles as if an actual physical force and his breath stutters, “I didn’t-”
“Using magic to forcefully change or form emotions is probably the worst thing you could do, Stiles. It may even cause severe trauma to a person, when they don’t understand their own feelings, don’t understand why they suddenly feel different or why they felt different that one specific time. People react to things like this in various ways but when it comes to werewolves, specifically, you have to be extra careful.”
Stiles glances at Derek, dread gathering in his stomach. If this conversation gets any worse, he might just throw up.
“Um, sure, but. Why?”
“Werewolves are extremely responsive to magic, especially emotional manipulation. Or at least their human sides are. Their wolf, however, is almost resistant. This causes a conflict within them that can easily tear a person apart. Do you understand the severity of the situation now?”
“Do I ever.” Stiles whispers hoarsely. He remembers how Erica totally shut down after he just told her to not worry about it. She didn’t care about anything, really. And afterwards, when he took the spell off, she had freaked out, had felt ashamed and furious at herself. Had blamed herself.
He hides his face in his hands, welcoming the darkness as he covers his eyes. And he’d made Derek feel desire. Desire for Stiles.
This is probably one of the worst moments in his life. He looks up to meet his Alpha’s eyes, some of the tension within him easing at the man’s concerned gaze.
“But... the way you reacted. You wolfed out, which wasn’t exactly what I was going for,” he ends with a mutter, glancing at Deaton uncomfortably.
Derek looks like he’s in pain. That’s always fun to see. Stiles wants to laugh and cry at the same time, a feeling that he absolutely loathes.
“I can explain that as well, I think,” Deaton says but waits for permission from Derek before continuing, “You see, it’s like this with werewolves in general but Alphas feel everything even more intensely. They’re defensive and protective of their pack but also themselves. If the wolf feels that it’s threatened, its first instinct is to lash out, to attack.”
“To kill,” Derek says, voice low. “I wanted to tear your throat out, Stiles.” He receives a disapproving look from Deaton.
Stiles shudders, realising Derek is probably blaming himself as well right now. Is feeling guilty, like he failed at being an Alpha again.
Stiles regrets ever discovering magic. It’s like Deaton can read his mind as he reaches out and places gentle hands on his shoulders.
“Don’t get me wrong, Stiles. Your magic is still a gift, a powerful weapon. A treasure. You just have to think more before using it. Like any other weapon, it shouldn’t be wielded without a good reason. Especially when your targets are other people.”
He nods, breathing out slowly, “Yeah, yeah, I get it. Just... feel a bit bad how I let my vindictive side get the best of me. I mean, I’m supposed to be the thinker in our pack.”
“Stiles, these, little pranks.” Deaton sighs, “I don’t blame you for acting as you did, you’re young and impulsive and magic is a powerful tool to suddenly be able to use like this. The only real threat was the emotional side to these spells, do you understand?”
Stiles nods readily, but lets his head hang low.
“No one got hurt. Everything’s fine. But I’m glad Derek brought you here, you needed to know this. Didn’t you tell your grandmother that you were in a pack of werewolves?”
“No, I... I didn’t yet. I wasn’t sure how she’d react, how she feels about werewolves, so.”
“Understandable. Although she would probably have told you all of this if you had.”
“Guess I just can’t help screwing things up.”
Derek makes a wounded sound, “Stiles, you didn’t screw up. Just...” His voice fades out as he gives up on finding the right words. He swings an arm around Stiles’ shoulders and steers him towards the exit, “Thanks Deaton, I’ll take him home now.”
“Remember, Stiles. You’ve achieved a lot in a month, don’t let this one mistake hold you back from practicing magic. It’s a gift.”
Stiles snorts even as he practically melts against Derek’s warm side, “Feels more like a curse at the moment.”
-
Derek opens the Camaro door and gently pushes at Stiles’ back, indicating that he should get in. Suddenly, the rest of the night flashes before Stiles’ eyes - how Derek will drive him home in silence, Stiles will spend the night alone, Deaton’s words echoing inside his head and how they absolutely won’t talk about this thing that’s apparently happening between them.
With a burst of courage, he refuses to move forward, grabs the car door and slams it shut, then turns to lean against it.
Licking his lower lip nervously, he looks up, head still lowered. Derek seems cautious and wary, which heh- that should be Stiles, really. He’s the one about to demand a confession from a werewolf.
“Stiles?”
“Look,” he blinks slowly, sighing angrily, “I already feel like shit so how about we get this talk over with. You know, the one we were about to have anyway tonight?”
“It can wait-”
“No, it fucking can’t. I thought you were kicking me out of the pack, Derek. But now it turns out that you what, want to fuck me?” Ignoring how Derek flinches, he pushes on, “Want to be my boyfriend? Or just figured out that I want that and you don’t know how to deal with it?”
Derek huffs out a laugh, “The whole pack has known about your crush on me for almost a year now.”
Almost a year. Basically the whole time he’s been crushing on the guy. That’s great. Fantastic.
His hurt is probably reflected on his face because Derek frowns, gritting his teeth, “I mean... You know our senses are heightened; it’s hard to hide something like that from us.”
Stiles swallows, nodding reluctantly.
“Yeah, I get it. What I don’t get is, why you’ve waited this long to show interest in me and why did Erica and Scott think that we’re secretly dating?” His voice rises towards the end out of incredulity.
Derek’s eyebrows shoot up, “They thought what?”
“Yeah,” Stiles says demurely, “Erica thought we were waiting til I turned 18 but hey that happened like over a month ago and...”
“And then you left the country.”
Derek shrugs and looks at Stiles as if he should understand everything from that one statement.
Stiles straightens, “Are you. Are you really saying that the reason you’ve been a dick is because you were holding yourself back from getting all up in my jailbait-yness?” He gestures excessively at himself.
“That’s not how I’d,” Derek begins, eyes directed upwards in mocking awe, “... put it.”
He sighs shakily, gesturing at the other in frustration, “So how would you put it? Do you wanna get it on with me or not?”
“That’s just it,” The Alpha grinds out, “That’s not all I want.”
Stiles hesitates, “I’m... I’m not your mate or something, am I?” Because even though that would be cool, it’s also a lot of pressure to put on a kid who hasn’t even finished high school yet.
“No, I’ve told you a dozen times, it doesn’t work like that. I’d... I’m the Alpha. In every way. Even in relationships.”
“So what? You’d get all possessive and overprotective? Kind of like how you are right now anyway?”
“I’m not overprotective.”
Stiles chuckles, leaning back against the Camaro because his knees are feeling a little weak here. “Yeah, keep telling yourself that, buddy.”
“You need to understand, what I’m looking for right now... with anyone, but especially with you- it’s not. I don’t want. Anything casual.” Derek takes a step closer, eyes intense.
He can’t help himself, his eyes stray down to the other’s mouth before flicking back up, realizing he’s licking his lips only when he’s already pulling his tongue back in. Derek’s gaze flicks up as well, caught staring at Stiles wetting his mouth.
“So... you want to date me?”
Derek’s expression is tense and awkward but he looks sincere, “You’re so young, Stiles. And soon you’re leaving Beacon Hills, going to college and you’ll meet new people. People who won’t be able to keep their hands off you.” Derek’s own hands come up to lean against the hood of the car, effectively trapping Stiles between them. His heart starts to hammer away at the proximity.
“If we do this, start dating. You... You’re worried that I’ll what. Cheat on you? Dump you?” Stiles asks, lips quirking up because that shit is funny. Unrealistically funny.
“Stiles, you just don’t see it.” Derek’s hands move down, coming to a stop on Stiles’ hips and the boy’s breath hitches, the other’s touch warming him to his bones despite the chilly autumn air. “You’re beautiful.” It would have sounded cheesy and ridiculous if Derek didn’t look wrecked as he said it, eyes dancing over Stiles’ face. And he really feels like he can actually believe it when it’s Derek saying it. “And people will notice. And you’ll get attention you’re not used to. You’ll want to experiment-”
Growing bolder with every word that comes out of the other’s mouth, Stiles grabs Derek’s hips in return, pulls the man closer and their fronts touch, Stiles pressed against the Camaro. Derek’s sharp intake of breath is encouraging, as is the way the Alpha’s gaze falls down to land on his mouth, lips parting and looking so very inviting, Stiles is tempted to think ‘fuck it’ and just plant one on him but they still have stuff they need to say.
There’s just no reason they can’t be touching like, everywhere, while they say them.
“If I have you, believe me. You’ll be the only one I’ll want to experiment anything with.” Derek’s gaze snaps up at that, eyes sharp as he probably looks for any signs of a lie. After a moment, he sighs.
“You may believe that now, but-”
“Dude, shouldn’t we like. Go out on a few dates first? Try this out before we talk about college and long-distance because hey, we have a year til that. Maybe we won’t work out, maybe we’re not as compatible as we’d like to think.”
Derek’s answer to that is a glare and, “Stop calling me dude.”
Feeling cheeky and having realized that yeah, he can do this and not get his head bitten off, Stiles tilts his head and presses his mouth against the other’s in a quick kiss, leaning back before the other can react.
“Never,” he replies, trying to lick away the tingling sensation on his lips.
I just kissed Derek Hale.
Well, it was more like a peck.
But still.
Inner freak out - commence.
Derek’s harsh sigh surprises him, as does the way the man’s hands move, sliding up his sides, fingers dragging at his tight black shirt. Derek leans his head on Stiles’ shoulder, hands returning to his hips and squeezing almost painfully.
He can’t help but buck up a little at the feeling. Having another body, having Derek all up and against him, body firm and hot like a furnace, hands strong and their grip steady - it’s a bit of a sensory overload for an inexperienced person like Stiles. Derek however, forces his hips down, presses them against the Camaro and Stiles lets out a whimper.
Apparently, he likes being held down. Kink noted and saved for further investigating.
“If we do this.” Derek says, thumbs slipping down and then up under his shirt, causing his skin to tingle in the best way ever. “We’re taking it slow.”
“Slow sounds really bad right now,” Stiles groans.
Derek steps back at that, but leaves his hands where they are, thumbs still rubbing gently and driving Stiles mad with their proximity to something else that would really love some rubbing right about now.
“But slow is how we’re doing it. If we’re doing it.”
Stiles can’t believe this even though it’s written all over Derek’s face. “You really want me.”
“The reason I pushed you away is because I want you too much,” Derek admits, mouth tightening as he slides one palm up, over Stiles’ stomach that shudders beneath the touch. “Smelling your arousal was the worst. I could barely keep myself away.”
“Maybe you should have told me and then we could have been dating in secret all this time,” Stiles says breathlessly, hips shifting in interest as the skin against skin contact is causing a thrill to run through him.
“No. I needed to wait until you’re eighteen.” And the frown there, the haunted look in his eyes, that tells Stiles that there’s a story behind that, a story he’s probably not going to hear for a long time, not until Derek’s ready to share it with him.
His head bobs up and down, “Fine, fine. But now I’m eighteen and you’re way over eighteen and your hand feels really good on my skin and why is slow good again?”
“Because I need you to be sure.”
“Sure?”
“That this is what you want.”
Derek’s insecurities would be really fucking adorable if it didn’t mean Stiles will probably end up with blue balls before his boyfriend agrees to touch him.
“Oh God, are we boyfriends now?” He wraps his arms around Derek’s neck and draws him in, relaxing completely when he feels the other’s hands slide around him and Derek’s forehead lightly touching his own.
“If that’s what you want.”
“You’re oddly compliant for an Alpha,” Stiles comments and grins wickedly when Derek growls.
“It won’t be easy. This. Us.”
“Yeah, I know. But we’re gonna take it slow, you’re gonna take me out on proper dates. And we’ll muddle through.”
Derek’s laughter is a huff of breath against Stiles’ mouth and even that turns him on.
“Proper dates?”
“Yup. Dinner and a movie and coffee and long walks on the beach (or in our case, forest, I guess) and all the cliche things I’ve never gotten to try.”
He’s disappointed when Derek draws back, arms sliding from Stiles’ body, hands leaving his skin. He wants more of that. He wants more of that very very soon.
“So we’re doing this.” Derek sounds like he’s in awe. And he’s looking at Stiles as if he’s the best fucking present he’s ever gotten. His heart is about to burst out of his ribcage, he’s sure because he's just gone through a rollercoaster of emotions, all very strong and overwhelming emotions.
“We’re doing this,” Stiles agrees and wonders at how it sounds like a promise.
-
During the car ride home, Stiles continues his inner freak out. But not about Derek, Derek right now is apparently his new boyfriend and while that is totally freak out worthy, he’ll deal with that unbelievable outcome later.
Right now, Deaton’s words have returned and are on a loop, volume turned so high it takes a few tries from Derek before Stiles hears the man calling his name.
“Hm?” He asks, sounding distracted.
“Are you okay?”
“No, yeah, I’m just... Considering giving up magic?”
Derek looks displeased, “You heard what Deaton said.”
“Yeah, I know, I just...” He glances away, hesitating, “I think I was getting a bit addicted to it. Not to mention what I tried to do to Danny today.” He groans and burrows his face in his hands, shame causing the nausea to return. They reach the block near Stiles’ house, Derek pulling up to a stop and killing the engine before a comforting hand is splayed out on his back, generating warmth and reassurance and really everything he could ask for right now. (Excluding a few other things that Derek will most likely say no to.)
“Danny? Scott said...” Derek pauses and Stiles looks up to see a look of suspicion on the other’s face.
“Yeah, there was this whole thing where I planned to make Danny like, really into me for a day but accidentally made him tell me that I’m attractive every time he saw me instead.”
“Why did you want Danny to be into you? And wasn’t he the one who asked you out today?”
“Ohmygod, are you serious? You look jealous right now, are you actually jealous?” Stiles laughs gleefully, “I don’t know whether to call you a dumbass or say thank you because that is awesome.” At Derek’s scowl and the way the man backs away, hand leaving Stiles’ back he raises his hands in a gesture of surrender, “Fine, fine. Danny once kind of implied that I’m not attractive to him by not answering my question... whetherI’mattractivetogayguys- but it doesn’t matter anymore,” Stiles waves, chuckling, “Because he asked me out afterwards, said this new look suits me. Not to mention, you found me attractive even before I grew out my hair and wore skinny jeans, so obviously I am attractive.” However confident he just sounded, he can’t help but clear his throat and then ask, “Right?”
Derek sighs so deeply it sounds painful. Can one hurt themselves from sighing too hard? Stiles is googling that when he gets home.
“How can you be this oblivious when I know you own a mirror, several of them actually.”
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes, Stiles, you’re the hottest piece of ass I’ve ever seen’.”
When the other grins, eyes closing in amusement, Stiles feels smug.
“Yes, that’s exactly what I meant.” Derek looks at him with a soft, almost fond expression, head resting against the seat, a lot of neck bared and looking yummy and Stiles didn’t know he had a biting kink, but the urge is definitely there right now.
“Anyway,” Stiles stresses out, looking away because he’s never been known for his patience and Derek’s neck, Derek’s everything, really, is way too tempting. “Like I said, you really don’t have to worry about me looking at anyone else, dude. I mean, I probably would have gone out with Danny tonight and Jesus, stop with the hurt puppy eyes, the only reason I was gonna do that was because you and me? I never thought it would actually happen. But for almost a year now, you... you’ve always been my first choice for... anything, really.” He clears his throat, “Oh God, was that too sappy? It was, wasn’t it. I’m sorry, you bring out the romantic in me? Derek. Speak please. Did I break y-”
They share a proper kiss this time and not a peck. It starts off same, a press of soft lips against his that already has Stiles’ eyes falling shut and his heartbeat speeding up nervously. He shifts a little in his seat, straightening so he can press back and then their mouths are moving against each other, smooth and gentle. It’s nothing like he expected a kiss with Derek would be, but he’s far from being disappointed as a hand comes up to cradle the side of his head, warm and encouraging.
It lasts not nearly long enough, Derek moving back a little but still leaning over the gearshift as his eyes roam over Stiles’ face.
“So...” Stiles gulps, brain having melted from the feeling of Derek’s mouth on him. Wow. He’s most likely never going to grow tired of that feeling. “Was that going slow? Because usually people kiss after their first date, right? I mean, I know we’ve known each other for years but like, no dates yet and we’re supposed to be go-”
Derek is a sly bastard, Stiles thinks as now there’s a tongue in his mouth, the man having taken advantage of Stiles’ parted lips and just swooping in there. He’s still taking it slow though, teasing rather than all out licking and it takes a few moments before Stiles gets over his shock and moans because the sensation, however new and sudden is still incredible. He scoots even closer to Derek, finally touching him as he grabs him by his neck and his hair and responds to the kiss, the only way he knows how. With enthusiasm.
Derek seems to enjoy it, if his muffled groan and the way he grabs Stiles’ hips is anything to go by. Only then does he notice that he’s practically writhing, his ass pretty much in the air now, his crotch obviously and quite desperately trying to get into contact with anything that’s Derek’s.
The other forces him back down, though and hello, there’s that newly discovered kink again.
Breathing is becoming an issue as they keep battling it out, lips occasionally closing for a satisfying kiss before Derek’s tongue starts to sinuously move against Stiles’ again and then roams all over, as if he’s marking his territory or something. It feels weird and at the same time awesome which is why Stiles lets out tiny whimpers.
After a moment of this, though, Derek pulls back just an inch and they breathe harshly into each other’s open mouths. Stiles’ eyes zero in on the others wet, shiny lips and he swallows heavily.
“You have a dirty mouth,” he whispers and wants to hit himself.
Derek's shoulders shake with silent laughter. “You seemed to enjoy it,” he says cockily, fingers squeezing and rubbing at Stiles’ hips in a way that makes him squirm.
“Yeah, except if you want us to go slow and at the same time not make me go insane, could you refrain from abusing my mouth like that, wow,” Stiles takes his hands away from Derek, one of them coming up to touch his mouth gingerly, “Do they look puffy? They feel swollen.”
Derek huffs out another laugh, drawing back completely to lounge in his seat, looking extremely pleased with himself, “They’re not. You look fine.”
“Good, because I’m going home, where my dad is waiting, you know.”
“I know.”
Stiles notices how the other looks uncomfortable all of a sudden. And then it hits him. “My dad. Oh fuck. If we’re gonna do this, like dates and all...”
“Do you think he’ll shoot me?” Derek asks with a smirk.
“Well, good thing you have that whole magical werewolf healing thing going on, eh?”
“You don’t actually think he’s going to shoot me, do you?” Now he looks worried.
“I don’t know? I’m pretty sure my dad isn’t even prepared to do the whole ‘hurt him and I’ll hurt you’ speech. I think he’s expecting me to get that from someone else’s - a girl’s - dad? I haven’t even told him that I might be into dudes.”
“Might be?”
“That I am. That I am into dudes, shut up, missing the point here.”
Derek shrugs, sighing, “Let’s just deal with it when we reach a point where we have to tell him. Or until he asks about it.”
“Do you always deal with your problems like this?”
“Pretty much. Unless people are dying.”
Stiles chuckles humorlessly, “Ha. Ha.”
“You should go, before I do something reckless like take you back home with me.”
“That’s not reckless, that sounds absolutely perfect actually.” At Derek’s impassive expression, Stiles huffs, “Oh, fine.”
But he doesn’t leave. Derek raises his eyebrows sassily but Stiles ignores him.
“Do you... Do you really think it’s okay for me to use magic still?” Even if Derek is a fantastic kisser and has the ability to destroy Stiles’ brain cells with just a press of his lips, Deaton’s words still remain in his head. Making him feel a fresh wave of nausea, every time he remembers.
A warm hand settles on his own and stills his fingers that were tapping away on his thigh.
“Stiles, you did nothing wrong. You didn’t know.”
“Does that really excuse it, though? I mean, I’m not sorry about Scott or Jackson, but what about Erica? You said she was upset...”
“Because of Boyd. And frankly? If you hadn’t made her confess to him, they would still be dancing around each other, both stinking of arousal and refusing to do anything about it. It was frustrating to be near them.”
Stiles smiles gleefully, “You mean like you and me?”
He opens his mouth to respond but chokes a little before looking away, at the steering wheel, mouth quirking up at the corners. “Yeah, I guess.”
“So the whole arousal thing, is that because of come? Or, I guess... pre-come?” Derek chokes on either air or on his own spit as he shoots Stiles a look of shock. He continues, “But that would have to be a pretty high state of arousal, though. And with women, it’s- Oh, yeah. Yeah. Oh my God. I just remembered that one time, at the start of June when I... And when you...” He can’t even put it into words. It had been a hot day, Stiles was dealing with a sudden bout of horniness, Derek was walking around, wearing nothing but jeans and the slick sweat had made all of his muscles gleam like an invitation to lick and touch and Stiles made a big error in judgement as he just went and found a quiet place in the woods to jerk off.
“Oh God,” he squeaks out, because the mortification he’s feeling right now needs to be expressed. “Erica told me the scent of come lingers, oh sweet Jesus.” He covers his face, too embarrassed to face the world.
“So now you know why I’ve been so distant this summer,” Derek states calmly, as if it’s no big deal.
“Excuse me?” Stiles cries out, hands lowering. “The scent of my come made you back off?”
Derek groans, “How can you be this oblivious? I could barely keep myself from jumping you that day, Stiles. Do you get it now?”
“...Oh.” He hums thoughtfully, “So. The scent of come. Is that a werewolf thing? Or a you thing?”
And for once, Derek is the one who looks awkward, “It’s... both?”
“Okay, um, so if I were to, let’s say. Get off...” He says nonchalantly, hand surreptitiously making its way up his thigh, “...right now? That would-” His hand’s movement is stopped by a firm grip.
“That. Would be pushing it.”
And yeah, okay, the red eyes are now going into Stiles’ collection of kinks and things to fap to.
“I’m serious, Stiles. We’re taking this slow.”
“Yup, I really got it. I promise.” He waits for Derek to nod and remove his hand before he turns and hikes up a leg, leaning on his side. “So, about magic.”
“Stiles,” Derek groans.
“No, but, listen. Like, all of the spells I did... They were kind of complicated and I was mostly improvising, so that would also be why they sometimes went a bit weird, not to mention my grandma did warn me and told me to stop making up spells so much-”
“Do you ever listen to grown ups?”
“-Hey, I am a grown up now and no, rarely. But what I’m getting at here is, maybe I should start small again? And try to keep things simple. And definitely practice on objects instead of people. Maybe Deaton could help me train this, I’m sure he has some ideas on how to learn control. My grandma refused to let me teach her how the internet works and she also refuses to teach me by phone, so her help is out-”
“Why is this so important to you?”
Stiles’ mouth snaps shut and he frowns, “What, you mean magic?”
“No, I. Of course magic is important to you, it’s part of who you are now. No, I meant... practicing, you’re almost treating it like a weapon or a skill you need to train. And you’re in a hurry too. I’m just trying to understand.”
“I just. I want to be good at something finally,” Stiles mumbles and looks away when he sees the other’s face start to soften (probably in pity). “I want to be useful. Allison can fight like a badass, Lydia is smart, half-immortal almost and apparently also learning how to use a friggin bow. Everyone else is a werewolf, aka automatically categorized as badasses and then there’s me.” He gestures at himself weakly, “A little spark. Well, now I’m finally more than that.”
“Stiles,” Derek marvels. There’s a hand cradling his jin and forcing him to face the Alpha. He breathes out easily when he sees the worry but also the amused little smile. “You were always useful. And you’ll still be useful. And you’re part of the pack, no matter what. Got it?” He demands, hand lowering to Stiles’ neck, shaking him gently.
“Yeah, I got it,” Stiles replies, trying to hide how pleased he is. He can’t help but grin when Derek kisses him again and as he feels Derek smile as well, their mouths now just pressed together, he laughs, “This is not how people kiss.” He licks his lips slowly when Derek leans back. “And it’s really unfair, considering you’re about to throw me out of your car.”
Derek laughs as well, biting into his lower lip (fucking uncool, man), “Just go.”
He opens the door and gets one leg out before an idea strikes. Going with the impulse as usual, he leans back and grabs the other’s hand that’s already reaching for the keys in the ignition.
“Hey, so about magic?”
Derek rolls his eyes, “I told you-”
“That it’s okay and I didn’t do anything bad and blah-blah, but are you sure it’s okay that I use magic, still?” He asks intensely, holding the other’s hand in a firm grip. He wets his mouth, nervously waiting for a reply.
“Yes, of course,” Derek replies, glancing back-and-forth between his hand and Stiles’ lips.
“So, if I did this?” He concentrates and feels a familiar tingling.
Derek’s sharp intake of breath and a flash of red eyes is all Stiles needs as he clambers out of the car, laughing when Derek tries to take a swipe at him.
“You’re such a little shit!” Derek shouts but he’s laughing so he knows the man isn’t mad at him. Also, Stiles now knows that he doesn’t even have to be touching Derek’s dick to be touching Derek’s dick. That is awesome. That’s something he’s definitely gonna use on their dates, hopefully to make the other see that this taking it slow deal is really unnecessary and frustrating.
“Just imagine how awesome having sex with me will be now that I can use magic,” Stiles beams, ducking down as he leans on the door.
“I could imagine that even before the magic, Stiles.”
Retreat, retreat-
“Oh God, you’re cruel.”
“Just stating a fact.” Derek shows off his teeth, smiling widely.
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t, now go home. I’ll see you tomorrow after school.”
“Oh? Are we having another pack get-together?”
“Nope, we’re having a date.”
He smiles, something warm and bubbly growing inside him and making him want to giggle because, “Holy shit, are you picking me up from school? Can I kiss you in front of like, everybody? Because, dude. I need to show you off.”
Derek snorts, starting up the car. “We’ll see. Now go. home.” Stiles has heard those words way too many times this past year but this is the first time where they don’t hurt him at all.
He makes a face at his boyfriend (Jesus Christ, never getting over that) and finally steps away from the car, slamming the door shut.
As he’s walking home, he checks his phone and sees a message from Scott.
dude, u okay?
He quickly answers.
yup, got lectured tho. but also got a bf!
He receives a reply even before he reaches his house, so he stands and devotes himself to the conversation.
whut, so u and derek finally?
yeah and also dont think im not annoyed that my bff knew about our alpha’s feelings and didnt. share.
i srsly thoghthu were datin!!!
i believe u man, still not cool
why u got lectured tho
deaton knows more about magic than i thought, and i kinda didnt think about the consequences
consequences?
of emotional manipulation
woah- wait, what?
nvm, will talk more about this tomorrow. at school tho. cause i got a date afterwards :DD
me and allison will be free tomorro nite for u to spazz at
i love u guys, srsly tearing up here
we luv u too.
He figures he can pocket his phone now but then a text from Erica arrives.
got a text from derek, you really don’t have to worry about me. i ain’t even mad at you.
sure?
yeah, it was pretty funny actually. and got some things off my chest ;))
like how much u love allison’s dimples?
omg shuddup, i take everything back now
naw, u love me
as if
Once he’s finally home and is preparing a snack for him and his dad, Erica messages him again, <33
He replies, knew it, im irresistable. but yeah, right back atcha.
For a moment he stares at his phone, immensely relieved that everything's still kind of normal. It’s been a weird week, for sure. And it’s about to get even weirder, considering he has a date with Derek coming up. Stiles feels like he wants to crawl out of his skin, he feels so anxious.
As he hands over his dad’s plate, he asks, “So. How do you get someone to put out on the first date?”
He has to pat the man on the back as he chokes on his first bite of food and then bring him a glass of water. Stiles tries to explain that it was a joke and he’s really not trying to get into some girl’s pants.
He should probably do as Derek said. Wait until they have to tell his dad or until the man starts asking questions.
Til’ then, he’ll enjoy dating his older, dangerous boyfriend who his father most likely won’t approve of and will want to arrest in the suspicion of statutory rape as soon as he finds out.
Forbidden and secrecy is now added into his ever-growing list of ‘Things that turn Stiles on’.
He also adds the chance to get caught, because the idea of Derek sneaking up into his room to have his wicked way with him while his dad is asleep? Definitely sends a familiar shudder down his spine.
As his dad’s eyes are glued to the TV screen, he pulls out his phone and texts Derek.
so, am working on a list of things we should try. ykno, kinks and whatnot. any requests? ;D
Two minutes later, he gets a reply.
knotting
He chokes. Kind of loudly because his dad turns to ask if he’s okay.
“Yeah, no, just. Scott texted something really inappropriate. Let me just-” He points at the doorway and leaves the living room, actually heading upstairs so he can freak out in peace.
are you srs? i thought u said it wasnt a thing. ykno when i asked about mates and wolfy stuff.
i’m kidding, stiles.
He gawks in outrage. And decides to retaliate.
really? disappointed, dude.
you want me to stretch you out? fill you up? don’t need a knot for that.
Stiles takes a moment to sprawl out on his stomach and press his face into his pillow because Derek is being such a cruel bastard right now. He finally has enough brain power to reply.
are we sexting? are we gonna do this? what are u wearing
no, im not gonna reply anymore
no cmon, it was just getting interesting. im in my sleeping get-up. i sleep naked ;D
im turning off my phone. and u sleep in ur boxers and a tshirt.
ohmygod, how the fuck do you know that?
derek?
are u the edward to my bella?
fine, ill jack off now
Stiles snickers to himself and gets up to look for some porn. After all of that teasing, he feels like drawing out his jerkoff session, making the pleasure build up so it’ll be more satisfying.
And if he occasionally sends texts and perhaps even a picture or two to Derek while he’s doing it, well... Who can blame him really?
Slow has never been the Stilinski way.