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Sunday evening rolled around and it was all Stiles could do to stay focused on his physics homework. He was chewing on a pen and tapping his fingers along the top of his thigh when a sharp pain jolted him out of attempting to read the next question.
Without realizing it, he had managed to push into the sensitive bruise. This of course made homework impossible because all the thoughts from Friday night and Ryan came flooding to the front of his mind. Glancing between his book and his bed, Stiles decided he wasn't going to get the work done anyway, so he might as well spend the time as he pleased.
Double checking that the cruiser wasn't in the drive way, Stiles walked to his bed, a shedding extra clothing as he went, and laid with his back against the wall and his legs laying flat, one knee bent to face the side window. After shimmying his pants passed his butt and down enough to expose skin between the tops of his pants and the legs of his briefs, Stiles began to press the bruise ever so slightly, remembering when Ryan gave it to him.
Stiles recalled the way Ryan's brown eyes reflected the street lights from outside the bedroom window, giving them an almost gold look. He remembered hearing Ryan growl before he licked up Stiles leg and bit down right in the sensitive skin. It was the first time Stiles had come for somebody else in a long time.
These thoughts swirling in his mind, fueling what he knew was going to be a pleasurable and quick session. The headlights of a passing car caught his eye and he turned his head, remembering not being able to keep his hands off of Ryan the whole ride to his apartment. Another more curious sight found him staring at the window trying to comprehend what the strange flash of blue could have been. There had been what looked like two orbs of glowing electric blue right outside the window for a split second and then they were gone.
It wasn't until after Stiles was done and drifting off to sleep that it occurred to him that the two weird orbs were exactly the size of eyes.
*
Monday morning was uneventful. Lunch saw Scott, and by proxy, Stiles invited to Lydia Martins table. 6 months ago, Stiles would have exploded on the spot if Lydia so much as spoke to him, much less invited him to her lunch table.
Now, Stiles was beginning to think that maybe it was time to move on. He still respected Lydia, but saw they had no chance of a future together and was strangely more okay with that than he thought he would be.
Stiles strategically chose his spot on Jackson's left, next to Danny, his right hand man, and diagonal to Scott who had taken two down from Jackson allowing for Lydia and Allison, respectively to sit in those seats. Stiles strategy allowed him to stay included in conversation and to act as backup for Scott if things turned ugly. If there was one thing Stiles could do it was talk his way around if not out of any awkward situation.
After watching Scott dig himself into a hole where a group date to the bowling alley lay ready to tear him apart at the bottom, Stiles let his mind wander. He'd woken up that morning remembering the blue orbs in his window. Having dismissed the ludicrous idea that they were eyes, he decided that his alarm clock had caught the window, or at least, he was trying to make himself believe that. After finding out from Derek Hale of all people that his best friend was a werewolf courtesy of an Alpha To-Be-Determined, Stiles was a little wary of what could be lurking outside his window with electric blue eyes.
Scott caught up to him after school and told him that Derek had found him in the parking garage the previous night and wanted to help him train.
"He did what to you against the hood of your car!?" Stiles asked in mock horror. Seeing Scott's frustration at having to say, "He slammed me against the hood of my car" again and then watching as the gears turned as Scott realized how it sounded was one of the highlights of Stiles' day.
"You know what I mean. This is serious. Derek said he was coming by my house this afternoon and we were going to learn how to control my new skills." Scott was worried, it showed in his voice, and Stiles decided that maybe now was a good time to start being serious.
"I don't trust him," Stiles said. "The guy is hiding something from us and there is no way all of his intentions towards you and your new found powers are all pure and for your own good. The full moon is," he pulled out the calendar on his phone, " thirteen days away. By that time we can come up with a way to keep you from trying to eat me like that thing in the woods."
Scott suddenly looked even more worried. He started to pace and Stiles grabbed his arm before saying "Dude, there is no way you'll be that bad. I guess that wasn't exactly the best thing to say to a new wolf," he huffed an awkward laugh. "Look dude, from what Derek has said, the alpha that bit you was probably going crazy without having a pack of his own. You aren't even an alpha, and if this one bit you, he now has at least a little bit of a pack. Didn't Derek say that would keep you both better off?"
"I thought you didn't trust Derek." Scott sighed. " I guess you're right dude, but I can't shake the feeling that there's something we don't know about this, any of it. I'm going to meet Derek, but I want you to come with me. I need answers."
"I can see why you'd need me then." Stiles flexed. "Gotta bring in the big guns to scare the old Sourwolf." He flexed again and smirked in Scott's direction. Scott was smiling at him in the way that said "Thank you" and "you are so weird" at the same time. Stiles was used to it.
*
The two boys arrived home to find Derek sitting on the steps of Scott's porch. Stiles couldn't help but notice the dusting of stubble across the older mans chin. It was distracting.
Stiles knew deep down that Derek was off limits, for innumerable reasons, but that didn't stop him from looking. Stiles had been comfortably bisexual since freshman year, but had never acted on it. There was nothing stopping him from thinking Derek was hot, because he obviously was, and there was also nothing to stop him from looking at Derek because well y'know.
"Don't you think it's a little dangerous to be sitting on the porch waiting for some guy who helped put you in prison? It might look like you have bad things planned for us." Stiles smirked at Derek's scowl. He looked good that way.
"Why is he here?" Derek asked, glaring at Stiles like his presence was a personal offense.
"Well," Scott started, his face scrunched like he was trying to find an easy way to tell Derek that he didn't trust him.
"Well," Stiles cut in, "because we don't trust you and we don't think you're being completely honest with us."
Scott shot him a look for being so blunt and then a softer one for helping him say what needed to be said. Derek just raised an eyebrow. Stiles tone shifted to that of a detective making a deal with a criminal.
"At this point I think both Scott and I are willing to over look this dishonesty in favor of some wolf trade secrets." At this Scott made a noise of question to which Stiles held up a finger, asking him silently to wait.
"I care more about Scott's well being than your back story right now. We have lacrosse games and school to worry about." Smirking slightly he asked, "Speaking of lacrosse, is there any wolfy powers that can advance Scott's game? Not in a huge way but just enough to ensure we finally get to state?"
Scott punched him lightly in the stomach and hissed a "Stiles!", while Derek just raised his other eyebrow and somehow looked even more unimpressed with the two boys.
Derek suddenly looked up, right ear turned slightly toward the end of the street. He sniffed slightly at the air then turned to Scott and said, "Lesson number one: get inside." They rushed into Scott's house, both young men sporting looks of concern.
"What's going on? Should I be ready to fight?" Scott asked question after question, his eyebrows coming together.
Derek looked at him, vaguely surprised. "You didn't smell that?"
"Smell WHAT?!" Scott was definitely on the edge of hysterics when Derek said, with complete seriousness:
"A cat."
Stiles lost it. He laughed so hard at the utter disbelief and shock on his best friends face as well as all the hype about a cat.
"Wh...what?" Stiles asked between gasps for breath.
"Listen, there is a cat outside. Old and female, if my nose is right. You were bitten less than a month ago, Scott which means your wolf is little more than a newborn to her. She would have every right to freak out and attack a new wolf on her territory." Derek said every word like it physically pained him to be patient.
Scott's face morphed into a look of horror and the realization. "Crap," he said. "This means I'm gonna have to quit my job. We just found a new cat too. Fluffykins is going to hate me."
Stiles had to sit down to keep from falling over in a fit of laughter.