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So the first try didn’t happen because of a werewolf who has subpar research skills. No matter, for today Stiles Stilinski will go the mile once more and go to the Jungle tonight. He already has everything planned: his red v-neck, black skinny jeans, fake ID for some liquid courage, and a lot of red bull.
When he arrives, every body is in motion. Bodies moving and grinding. People unabashedly leaving hickies on their partner’s neck. The hot and stuffy air from warm bodies rubbing against each other. Strobe lights moving every way and music booming the airways.
He makes his way to the bar and orders a shot. Before he would have had a harder time fooling the bartender into getting a drink, having to pull out the id and act the part. But now that his body has grew a bit into itself, hair longer and trimmed baby fat on the face, people don’t even think twice about him being legal.
Everyone looks paired off tonight, so Stiles leans against the bar and scouts hoping someone will find him a catch and pull him for a dance and maybe some french kissing. Before he knows it, some slides up next to him and flashes a smile.
Dirty blonde, clean beard, broad shoulders and pecs of a god. The man is a walking, sexy lumberjack with rich brown eyes and his scent, earthy and heavy, makes his eyes flutter. His heart is pounding in his chest in anticipation.
The guy simply nods his head to the dance floor and Stiles dumbly nods his head, letting himself be pulled with those firm , calloused hands. It makes him weak to his knees. He is turned so his back is against the firm chest, hands on his hips as hips start swirling concurrently with his.
It’s all becomes a has of want, breathing the man in and feeling his body lined up against his. At that moment he envies Danny for all the nights he went to the Jungle because this attention is amazing.
Before he knows it, he is pulled away and face planted firm chest, feeling a deep rumble against his cheek. He looks up and sees Derek giving the lumberjack the death glare until he put his hands up and shook his head and turn away. Stiles is left with his mouth opening and closing.
“Wha-What are you doing here?”
Derek let out a low growl, strong enough to block the music in the club and he sounded pissed.
“Apparently being your supervisor because you make stupid decisions.” He pulls Stiles through the crowd and towards the door.
“No wait, the night just started and I was having fun-”
“What did you think was going to happen. Do you know why people come to the Jungle, Stiles. They’re here for more than just grinding.”
“Yeah but I wasn’t gonna let it go that far, some kissing and maybe some groping but that’s not-”
He’s pushed against the wall, Derek crowding him in with his face inches away from Stiles’. “And what if he didn’t just stop there. What if he wanted to keep going and didn’t listen. You’re not strong enough to stop him, Stiles. It’s why you’re always in the back with others while everyone else face the threat head on.”
“That isn’t, that wouldn’t happened. I’m a sheriff’s kid, I know how to defend myself against people, Derek.”
“You can’t always know that Stiles. You can’t trust people. They’ll do whatever they want, whatever it takes.”
He pulls away, holding Stiles’ arm as he takes them outside and towards the Jeep.
“Go home and don’t come back here again or the sheriff will get an anonymous tip and an underage teen in the Jungle.”
“You seriously can’t do that!”
“I’ll do what I have to do to keep my pack safe.”
Maybe if Stiles wasn’t in such a fit, he would have realized what Derek said. Instead he tries to tell Derek off but fails completely when the wolf opens the car door and shoves him inside.
“Go.”
Stiles grumbles as he starting driving the Jeep, moving onto the street and going home. Derek staying and watching until the vehicle was out of site. It wasn’t until later that night, after Stiles calmed down, he was left surprised thinking he didn’t know why Derek was there in the first place. Whatever, stupid growly werewolves and their no respect for people’s privacy. Probably purposely planned on ruining Stiles night.
But at the same time, he couldn’t stop the flutter in his chest when he knows Derek was looking out for him.