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Like any other teenager his age on a Sunday morning Stiles was sleeping in. At least up to a certain point, because at eleven his father walked into his room to wake him. In his opinion even sleeping in had its limits. And this particular morning he would regret it. Usually the Sheriff just yelled, which he had done, without any response and he would always regret that fact. As soon as he had opened the door to his son's room he was rooted to the spot.
Stiles lay flat on his stomach, the light blanket covering him from his narrow hips down. The fact which had silenced his father was the dark haired man who was draped across his back, head resting on his shoulder, also very naked and only covered from the hips downward.
"Stiles!" The sheriff yelled.
His son's body flinched into consciousness as much as was possible under the heavy body on top of him. Stiles Stilinski lifted his head mere inches to get his bearings. The warm sun filtering through the curtains, almost noon. He tried to take a deep breath, but couldn't. A slight turn of his head showed him the black messy hair of his lover. Last but not least his father's voice filtered through the night's haze. With a start he was fully awake and hissed at Derek to get off him through gritted teeth. His voice was barely audible, but why bother with a werewolf.
The older man rolled off his back and landed on his own beside him, eyes still closed.
"Stiles, can I get an explanation?" He was losing his patience.
His son sat up, pulling his hands over his face. He groaned at the bright light.
"Which part of this isn't obvious?" Damn his loose mouth.
"His age."
Stiles looked at him dumbfounded. "Really?...I mean really? That you have a problem with? Not that I AM having sex? Or that I am doing it with a man? You get hung up on the fact that I am not 18 yet and he is older?"
"He is..." He took another reluctant look at the young man still lying motionless beside his son and scrunched up his face. "...Derek Hale?"
"Yes, Dad. Could you leave so we can get dressed?"
"I should arrest him."
"Uhm, no." He emphasized the denial. "And you tried that before. So..." He directed a nod to the door. His father left with a defeated shrug.
Finally the alpha opened his eyes and looked at the boy beside him, who also looked down at him.
"Why are you still here? You never stay over. And you certainly heard him coming long before he was up here."
"I was tired and I listened to your heart. I didn't hear him."
Stiles bent down to him and kissed him. "I'm glad you stayed." He said with a smile.
"Can we take a shower before your father kicks me out or arrests me?"
"He's not gonna arrest you, Sourwolf."
"You sure about that?"
Stiles grinned. "He might shoot you, if you break my heart."
"I have no intention to do that."
The teen kissed him again. "I think it's safer, if you leave." He stroked the other’s cheek. "I need to talk to him."
"Okay..." Derek sighed. "See you tonight?"
"Yeah, I'll be there."
The werewolf finally sat up and kissed the boy passionately. When they let go of each other Derek jumped out of bed, put his clothes on and got out the window. Stiles looked after him for a moment, before he trailed into his bathroom for a minute and then went downstairs.
"Dad?"
His father was pouring himself some coffee. He looked up, when his son addressed him. For once Stiles was at a loss for words.
"How long?"
"Six months."
"Why did you think you couldn't tell me?"
"You don't like him."
"Maybe I would, if I got to know him. Maybe I could ignore the fact that you are underage and he is, what, six years older?"
"Seven, but that is not the point..."
"What is? Because I only see a troubled young man, I arrested under the suspicion of murder."
"He is a good person and..."
"Go on." His father looked at him expectantly.
"...and I'm in love with him."
Sheriff Stilinski shook his head in defeat. "Invite him for dinner some time."
"Not, if you're gonna interrogate him."
"To get to know him. Because that face doesn't exactly inspire confidence."
"Can you blame him, for not trusting people?"
"I guess not..."
"Dad." He looked directly into his father's eyes. "Contrary to popular believe, I know what I'm doing."
"At least don't let him stay over when I'm here. I'm still the sheriff and you're underage."
"I can do that." The boy grinned.
Derek got home shortly before 12 and in walking towards his bedroom he discarded his shirt and started to unbuckle his belt, when he stopped dead in his tracks.
"What are you doing here, Scott?"
"Today is pack meeting." The teenager said innocently.
"No, tonight is pack meeting. Why are you here now?" He turned around.
Scott blinked. "Jeez, you reek of sex and..." He hesitated. "...Stiles." The youngster looked at him quizzically. "He's all over you."
"He always is, if you haven't noticed."
"Not like this. Not..."
"If you don't want anything leave." The sentence was delivered in a low growl with flashing red eyes, which made the highschool student shy away and bolt out of the house.
Derek sighed and pulled his cell phone from his pocket. 'We might have a problem.' He texted.
The answer came a few minutes later. 'Which is?'
'Scott was just here.'
'And?'
'He sniffed us out.'
'Are you serious?'
'Would I joke about something like that?'
'Crap, he's here.'
'Have fun talking yourself out of that one.'
'Us.'
The alpha merely sent a smiley face back and went into the bathroom to shower.
When Scott entered his room, he grabbed his best friend by the shoulders and looked at him intensely. "What has he done to you?" The question was uttered with a few careful sniffs.
"What the hell, dude?" Stiles exclaimed and detached himself from the werewolf.
"He stank of sex and..." The last word came as an afterthought. "...you."
"Who?" Stiles kept a straight face and his heart didn't betray him either.
"Derek. Derek came home and he smelled."
"Why were you there? Pack meeting is tonight."
"I wanted to ask him, if Allison could come."
"Why? She is a hunter, Scott."
"She helped before..."
"She also tried to kill Derek." Stiles got upset. This time he couldn't control his heart rate.
"Why are you so angry? It's not like..." His best friend suddenly remembered why he had come.
"Like what?"
"You like him..." He finished in a disbelieving tone and he could hear Stiles' panicked heart race. "Oh my god, he really was here last night."
"What difference does that make?" Stiles looked directly into his eyes with a hard expression on his face.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"What's it to you? You're always with Allison. You never come around anymore and if you hadn't been at Derek's you'd still be oblivious."
"How long have you two been..."
"...seeing each other? For six fucking months and you don't have the fuzziest about it." He was yelling by now. "You are so absorbed in your wolf and Allison, you have no idea what is happening to me. That I have found someone and that this person is your alpha. What are you doing with all the training he is giving you? You can't even tell, when Derek has found a mate and is happy."
"A mate?" The other boy visibly flinched at the word. "As in...?"
"Forever."
Sheriff Stilinski had been drawn in by the raised voice of his son and stepped into the room, when the last word fell from Stiles' lips and kept ringing in his ears. He asked himself how someone so young, could make a commitment like that.
"Is everything okay here?"
Stiles looked up. "Yes, Scott was just leaving."
The dark haired boy practically ran out of the house, while the sheriff stared at his son.
"What was this about?" He asked tentatively.
Stiles sighed. "Derek."
"What's he done?"
"Why would you automatically assume he did something? Never mind. Scott found out about us."
"He didn't know? Why?"
"You'd think he would notice something as significant as his best friend having a boyfriend in half a year. But oh no, it's always about him and about Allison."
"What about just telling him?"
"I wanted to make sure, this was working first and after a while I just...didn't mention it and he never caught onto it."
"But you are sure, now?"
"Yes, Dad."
"Did you just say 'forever'?"
"Yeah."
"Stiles, you are 17. How can you commit your life to one person at your age?" His voice was soft.
"I can, Dad. And I have. This is not some random crush. Trust me."
"Okay. You and Scott gonna be alright?"
"Eventually..."
His father sighed. "I have to go to work, I'll be home late."
"Okay, bye Dad."
After he did his homework Stiles looked at his phone and sighed. It was past five and the pack meeting would start shortly.
'I won't come today.'
'I gather it didn't go too well with Scott.'
'Could have been worse, but I don't feel like seeing the pack today.'
'Need me to rip his throat out?'
'No, just come by after. I'll leave the window open.'
The teenager had dosed off at nine. He lay on his back on his bed, his head had rolled to the side, away from the window. The big werewolf jumped into his room with ease and landed silently on the carpet. Derek Hale looked at the younger male and his expression softened, when he toed off his shoes and kneeled on the bed hovering over his lover. He was mesmerized by the steady pulsating under the pale skin of Stiles' neck. The alpha took a deep breath to calm his excitement a little before he dove in to nuzzle the crook between the shoulder and the neck. He took in the sweet scent nosing along the neckline. He stopped just beneath the ear and trailed small kisses back down, all the while he unbuttoned the boy’s shirt. Derek continued placing butterfly kisses along his collarbone, the dip in between and more kisses along the one on the other side. His hands pushed the fabric away and they started to roam the bared skin. His kisses became more possessive, when he felt Stiles' slender fingers grabbing two fists full of his shirt pulling him closer. A low growl signaled his arousal. He let his tongue flick over the soft skin on the boy’s neck and bit down nibbling at the flesh. Stiles moaned at the sensation. His eyes flicked open, when Derek's mouth left him and he looked directly into the red flashing eyes of the older man.
He grinned hazily. "Easy there. Breakable human."
The only response was a rumble in the werewolf's throat and the red vanished from his eyes. Derek spent another hour mapping the teen's skin and marking him, teeth and lips bruising him. The alpha lingered behind his right ear before he claimed his lips once more. Stiles had Derek's head in his hands and stared up into his bright eyes.
"I love you."
"I know."
The older man pressed their lips together for an incredibly gentle kiss, after which he let his whole body sink to lay on top of his lover's thinner frame nuzzling his neck. Stiles hugged him close, one arm around his shoulders, the other hand at the nape of his neck stroking lazy patterns into the short hair.
When he heard his father's car pull into the driveway he couldn't bring himself to care and detach himself from his warm man-shaped blanket.
"I'm home." The sheriff bellowed into the silent house. He had seen the light, so he knew his son was there, even if he didn't respond. A few minutes later the door opened. He stilled and sighed softly. Stiles looked up at him with slightly raised eyebrows in question.
"Have you two eaten?"
"Yes, thanks Dad."
His father left and Stiles closed his eyes and lay his cheek against Derek's head.
"I love you." He whispered beside the wolf's ear, desperation in his breaking voice.
Derek Hale took in a startled breath and carefully raised his head to look at the boy.
"Hey, you okay?" His fingertips traced across Stiles' face.
He shook his head lightly. "No...I...I'm in love with you and I don't know..."
Doubt. Derek felt a slight panic rise, when he heard the obvious doubt.
"Stiles, I love you, too."
"You're just saying that...You never...before..." He was on the verge of crying.
"I am in love with you. I'm just not good at voicing that. I know you say you love me a lot. I just...I'm better in showing you." He kissed the forming tears out of the corners of Stiles' eyes.
"Please don't doubt my love for you."
"Okay." He tried a grin, which came out a little crooked. "Wanna meet my Dad?"
Derek growled and went back to nuzzling his neck. Stiles concentrated on his breathing and calming his heart down. After a few minutes the teenager placed a kiss to the side of the alpha's head.
"Come on."
He nudged his lover into movement. Derek peeled himself off of him and dragged him with. Stiles took his hand and lead him downstairs where his father was eating in the kitchen.
"Hi." Derek had an only semi-threatening look on his face.
"Nice to meet you in a conscious state."
"Yes, Sir."
"So this is serious?" He motioned between the two young men.
"Yes, Sir."
Stiles placed two glasses of water in front of them, which Derek acknowledged with a short look. He drank half the glass and placed it back in front of him.
"Can he stay?" Stiles looked hopefully at his father.
"Stiles, you have school tomorrow. No staying over." He put his dishes in the sink. "I'll be in bed. Goodnight boys."
They migrated to the living room and flicked the TV on. Stiles snuggled into the side of his boyfriend. "You do know tomorrow the whole pack will know, right?"
"I'm aware." The low rumble in his chest send a shiver down Stiles' spine.
"Is it okay?"
"We would have eventually told them. Now's as good a time as any other I guess."
"You sure?"
At that the alpha looked down at him. "Do you think they won't accept us?"
"Just me..." The boy whispered and slit down farther, until his head lay in Derek's lap. The werewolf hadn't expected the teenager still to be that insecure about their relationship. He damn near had a panic attack before and even after the older man finally voiced his feelings for him, he still didn't trust them.
"What can I do?" He raked his fingers through Stiles' short hair.
"Stay." His voice was so faint Derek barely heard him.
He sighed. "Come here." The wolf pulled him up by his arms and toward himself, so he straddled him. He slung his arms around the thin waist and back and hugged him as close as he possibly could without hurting the human. The boy’s confusion subsided and he put his arms around Derek's neck, letting his head fall to the warm junction between his shoulder and his neck, breathing in the familiar scent he found there.
Stiles didn't notice, but the werewolf heard the soft footsteps in the kitchen, as his father got himself a glass of water and looked at them for a good five minutes before he retreated back upstairs. In the short time he had silently observed them John Stilinski realized, he had been wrong about his initial assumption about his son's relationship. They were young, he had assumed it was mostly physical, as uncomfortable as he was with that, but this looked like so much more. Seeing them, Derek holding Stiles, just comforting him. When his son had said forever, he was surprised, he didn't think much by it. The older man was Stiles' first real relationship after all. But now he wasn't so sure, especially after how much the argument with Scott had apparently upset him.
Derek waited some time, until Stiles' breathing and pulse had evened out, before he got up, the teenager still clinging to his front and carrying him upstairs. He laid him gently on the bed, when he had pulled the covers aside. As soon as he lay beside the boy, he curled himself around the werewolf and Derek pulled the cover over them both.
Stiles opened his eyes to Derek staring down at him propped on his elbow, when his alarm went off.
"Morning, gorgeous." He smiled up, at the dark haired man.
"Morning." He kissed Stiles' forehead. "I better go, before your father notices I'm still here."
"Okay. See you tonight?"
"Yeah." Another quick kiss and he was out the window.
Derek Hale was a few feet away from his car and about to unlock it, when he felt somebody watching him and turned around.
"Good morning, Sheriff."
"Wasn't I clear yesterday?"
"Yes, you were and I'm sorry, it won't happen again."
"Why then?"
The younger man sighed. "He was upset, I didn't want to leave him like that."
"Just...don't stay over anymore."
"Understood."
Morning practice had been a good vent for the anger he still felt towards Scott and the shower after loosened his sore muscles. He took his time getting dressed. Just as he finished drying his hair before putting on his shirt, he felt a finger tracing over his shoulder. He jumped and lowered the towel.
"Who used you as a chew toy?"
Stiles sighed when his eyes fell on the young werewolf. "Who else..."
Isaac carefully sniffed along the older boys shoulder and neck, where the darkest of the purple bruises had formed.
"I knew it."
Stiles smiled mildly at the excited face of the beta and put on his shirt to cover most of the marks.
"You got one behind your ear." Isaac grinned.
"Damnit." He traced his fingers over the spot.
"When will you make it official."
"I'm coming over to the house tonight. So I guess anybody there will know then. At least those who don't already know."
"Who does?"
"Scott, probably Allison by now and my Dad. And considering your reaction, the others suspect us anyway, am I right?"
"True."
"Wanna know, what the funny thing is? We didn't even try all that hard to hide our relationship, we just didn't mention it and didn't show you. All of you have just gotten so used to me being around, none of you really registered the shift."
Isaac stepped closer again, right into his personal space, nosing along Stiles' neck, breathing him in.
"Up close it's obvious."
"Arrgh, not you two, too. Isn't Danny enough."
Both teens looked at their coach incredulously.
"Enough, what, coach?" Stiles couldn't resist the question, Isaac only barely resisted a snort.
"G..." The teacher stopped himself. "Just get out of here to your classes."
When they were out of earshot Stiles outright laughed at how easy it was to unsettle the coach. The werewolf chimed in until they got to their classroom. Isaac sat behind him, Erica and Boyd beside him on each side.
"Really?" He looked at them in turn. "Okay, yes. You happy now?"
"Yes." Erica grinned wildly, Boyd just nodded.
At least they didn't have a problem with his choice of boyfriend. If anything they seemed happy and Stiles smiled absently. Maybe this day wouldn't be that bad after all. He didn't see Scott all day and when he exited the building to leave, the familiar black Camaro was waiting for him. He stepped to the window.
"Hey, I thought I was coming to your place later?"
"Slight change of plans. Give him your car keys."
Stiles jerked around to Isaac's outstretched hand. He was too startled to disobey, gave the younger boy his keys and slipped into the passenger seat.
"Where are we going?"
Derek didn't answer him. He pulled away from the curb, an unreadable expression on his face and sunglasses firmly in place, hiding his eyes. After a few minutes, in which they had turned towards the hills, the boy tried again.
"Derek?"
He didn't get an answer. Ten minutes later the werewolf stopped the car on a deserted parking space on the edge of the woods overlooking the valley Beacon Hills was situated in. Stiles slowly exited the car to follow his boyfriend outside. When he rounded the car the wolf roared at him, all teeth and red glowy eyes. The teenager stumbled backwards into the driver's door and slid to the ground in surprise. Arms flailing on his way down, he blinked up at the wolfed-out man. He didn't even dare speak, he could only gasp. He was close to tears, suddenly afraid to move. Another violent growl shook him, this time not directed at him.
The alpha blew out heavy breaths trying to calm himself, when the full moon started to rise. His wolf was clawing on the inside to be set free. It had been a long time since he had been on the verge of losing control over his shift. He couldn't focus. It took him far too long to turn back to his human form, all the while his mate sat frozen against the car. When he finally did regain control he slumped forward and sank to his knees. Why would the fact, that his relationship was common knowledge now, confuse his mind so much. On a logical level he didn't even care that much. But his subconscious was screaming, it was too soon, especially for the sheriff to know. The feeling that he had lost something important was gnawing at him, but he couldn't put his finger on it. After a long while he picked himself up and walked over to the car slowly, not to scare Stiles further. Derek Hale pulled the teen into his chest and nuzzled his neck.
The werewolf breathed deeply. "I'm sorry." he whispered.
"What happened?" Stiles didn't move from his position, where he hugged Derek's pulled up legs.
"I can't..."
"What? You can't what?"
"Everyone knowing. This has just been us and it was good."
At that Stiles disentangled himself from the bigger man and stared at him. "What are you saying? Are you breaking up with me?"
Derek stared at the boy wide eyed. "Never..." He breathed the word.
Stiles remained composed, one of them had to. "What then?"
"It feels like they are taking you away from me. Everyone that knows."
"Nobody is taking me away from you."
"Your father is..."
Stiles was confused for a moment, when he realized that they had spent almost every night together since they had started dating. "I will fix that." Derek looked at him hopeful. "I promise."
"I hate the fact that you are doing this to me." He looked to the ground. "I can't even sleep without you anymore."
Stiles pulled his head to his chest. "You can. I just think the prospect of not having me every night freaked you out a little. I guess the full moon didn't help."
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay, just try to keep your wolf in check when you're around people. Namely my father."
"I will."
Stiles got to his feet pulling his lover with him. The older man took his face in his hands and kissed him passionately, letting his tongue slip into the boy’s mouth, when he opened it to give him entry. When he had to break the kiss to get some oxygen Stiles took a step back.
"We good?"
Big, bad and broody nodded and drove them to the renovated Hale mansion, where the rest of the pack already waited, passing the time with video games. Scott and Jackson barely acknowledged the arrival of the alpha's Camaro, whereas the other betas scrambled to the porch. As soon as Stiles climbed the steps Erica, Boyd and Isaac one by one were nuzzling his neck, until Derek grabbed his waist to drag him inside.
"Anybody up for a movie?" Stiles' cheerful voice rang through the house.
After an all around agreement Isaac picked an action comedy for some light entertainment. He shared the big couch with Erica and Boyd, Scott sat on a cushion, Jackson in the smaller armchair and Stiles wrapped himself around Derek in the big one. The former kanima took a look around the room when the movie started and stopped at the alpha and his mate.
"When did that happen?" He merely raised an eyebrow.
Scott didn't even look, but answered anyway. "Apparently six months ago."
Jackson just shrugged and directed his gaze back to the big flatscreen, not interested in whatever problem his fellow beta had with the relationship. He couldn't care less, his better half on the other hand would be thrilled for reasons unknown to him.
When the credits trailed down the screen Stiles had long since stopped to pay attention to the movie, his face was nuzzled into Derek's neck where he breathed his scent in, while at the same time scenting him. The alpha was rubbing soothing circles on the boy’s side and held one with his other hand.
"Who's up for another?" Boyd was already rooting through the DVD's.
Erica and Isaac nodded. Jackson looked at his phone, where he found a text message from Lydia and announced his departure. Scott thought for a minute, then got up and mumbled a goodbye. Stiles startled his boyfriend when he scrambled from his lap to follow his best friend outside, if the term even applied anymore. He wasn't sure about that. He slammed the door behind himself.
"Scott, wait."
The werewolf stopped and turned hesitantly. "What?"
"We have to talk about this."
"This?" He made an encompassing movement with his arms.
"Yes." The human yelled exasperated. "I know I should have told you sooner..."
Scott interrupted him. "You should have told me, period."
"I know and I'm sorry, but it doesn't change anything."
"It doesn't?"
"Has it in the past six months, you didn't know?"
"No...?" He stretched the word insecurely.
"Then get a grip."
He turned towards the house not waiting for a response and got back inside. Stiles Stilinski paused briefly in the hall, glancing over the rest of the pack, before he went upstairs to Derek's bedroom. His alpha followed the noises he made, until he heard him rustling in the covers and his breathing evening out. Half an hour later, when it was clear the boy wouldn't wake anymore Derek stepped outside and called the sheriff.
"Stilinski."
"Hello, Sheriff. This is Derek Hale."
"What can I do for you?"
"I'm sorry to bother you at work. I just wanted to inform you that Stiles is at my house for the night. He fell asleep."
John Stilinski sighed heavily. "Fine."
"Thank you, Sir."
"Yeah, good night." He just hung up.
The alpha put his phone back in his pocket and sighed as well. He still wasn't sure if the whole sleeping together with Stiles thing would fly with his father.
"I'll be upstairs."
"Good night." His betas said unanimously.
Derek Hale shed his clothes on his way from the bedroom door to the bed one item at a time and crawled in behind his mate engulfing him in a tight embrace. He pressed small kisses to the boy’s neck, before he lay his head on the side of Stiles' neck. Stiles snuggled himself into the embrace in his sleep and let out a content sigh.
Stiles woke with his face buried in the older man's bare chest. "Hmmmm." He kissed the spot directly in front of him, then scraped his teeth lightly along the skin. He pinched some skin between his teeth, which woke Derek with a slight flinch accompanied by a growl and the immediate capture of the teen’s lips in a hungry kiss.
Their making out session was interrupted by someone barging into the room. Stiles groaned when Derek's lips disconnected from his and the alpha's head fell to his neck, while he looked towards the door to see who it was.
"Can I have a ride to school with you?"
"Yes, Isaac. Now shoo." He said with a small smile.
As soon as the door closed Derek turned them so he lay on top of the boy between his legs. Stiles gasped softly when the alpha ground his hips into his. He took Derek's face in his hands in order to take control of the situation. He looked straight into the green eyes staring back at him.
"Not now. I need to shower before school."
"Can I come?"
"As much as I would love that, I wouldn't make it to school in time."
"But..."
"Honey, no pouting." Stiles smiled with a twinkle in his eyes. He wiggled himself out from under his lover to take a quick shower and grab a toast for breakfast. He made it back to their room to retrieve his backpack, where Derek was still in bed staring at the ceiling. The teenager leant over him to peck his lips, but paused. "I love you." He pressed his lips to the other’s for a few seconds and left.
"Isaac, we're leaving." He shouted through the house only to find the boy already seated in his car when he opened the door. He sighed with a smile. Of course the most affectionate of the betas didn't leave anything to chance when it came to Stiles. They chatted lightly about school and Isaac shyly brought up boys.
"You have anybody in mind?" As always his mouth was quicker than his brain.
"Uhm..."
"It's ok. You don't have to tell me."
"It...it's Danny."
"Definitely not a bad choice." Stiles grinned at the younger boy.
"You think I have a chance?"
"Why not? Who could resist those puppy eyes." He ruffled the others blond curls.
Soon after he pulled into the school's parking lot and they walked together to their first class.
"You have a plan of action?"
"What?"
Stiles nodded towards Danny, who walked a few yards in front of them.
"I don't know..."
"You could just ask him out."
"Will you help me?"
"You want me to ask him out for you?"
"Will you...?" The young wolf had a hopeful expression on his face.
Stiles sighed. "Ok, fine. But I can't promise anything."
After Lacrosse practice Stiles cornered Danny in the locker room.
"Hey Danny."
He looked up from his seated position with an annoyed expression. "Stiles."
"Oh come on, I just want to ask you something."
"Which is?"
"Well..." Stiles hesitated, he never actually had asked anybody out before. For Lydia he never had the courage and Derek...Derek had snuck up on him without either of them realizing what was happening.
"You're not my type." Danny stated drily.
The shorter boy looked confused for a second. "Me? No. I'm actually very very VERY taken."
"You have a girlfriend?"
"Don't sound so surprised. But no, not a GIRLfriend..."
"You are...?" Now Danny was confused.
"Yes, well... But this isn't about me. As I said, absolutely not on the market." He pointed at himself. "Consider myself a proxy."
"For whom?"
Since he had been listening in on the conversation the werewolf chose that moment to step around the row of lockers, big blue eyes watching them hopeful. Stiles looked up, sensing the beta. He definitely spent way too much time around the wolves.
"Him."
His team mate followed his line of sight. "Lahey?"
"Yes, any chance you would want to go out with him?"
"I, ah, yes."
A shy smile spread across Isaac's face.
"My work is done here."
At dinner Stiles fixed his father with a hard stare.
"What is it?"
"Why did you ban Derek from the house?"
"I didn't. I just can't have him sleeping here in the same bed as my underage son."
"I'll be eighteen in three months, Dad. Do you think my state of mind will change in that time?"
"Hardly, but I'm the Sheriff..."
"Okay, fine. But I can stay over at his place on the weekends?"
"As long as you tell me, you are at Scott's instead."
"That can be arranged."
"Good."
It happened that Derek didn't come over at night all week, because he had to deal with some pack business involving Peter. And the alpha always kept his slightly psycho uncle as far away from Stiles as he could. Friday came and Isaac had asked if Stiles wanted to come to The Jungle with him and Danny. Stiles hesitated not wanting to interrupt their date, but Danny also said it was okay, so he agreed. They got themselves drinks and while Stiles found himself a comfortable corner at the bar the other two went to the dance floor. He watched the crowd move and glanced at his companions every once in a while. He smiled, when he saw the young wolf visibly relaxing.
"You have no chance with him."
"Excuse me, what?" Stiles turned towards the voice, which belonged to a fairly nice looking young man, a little older than himself. And he once again realized that he definitely was not attracted to other men, other than his mate. He had to grin at that fact.
"The fluffy blond with the ridiculously sharp cheekbones you are staring at."
"What makes you say that?" Curiosity kicked in.
"He is hot, so is the guy he's dancing with."
"One could argue that, but it isn't an answer to my question."
"Don't get me wrong, you're cute and all, but you could never land something like that."
"That so?" Stiles looked directly into the others eyes, well aware that his better half was coming through the club to him. Derek stopped shortly beside his beta whispered something and started moving again. The alpha was almost there, when the man beside Stiles noticed him and downright stared.
"Wow."
Stiles chuckled. "That's mine." He uttered a second before Derek captured his lips for a quick kiss.
"Hey babe. Is he bothering you?" The werewolf scowled at the guy.
"No, he was just entertaining me." He patted the alphas chest. "You wanna stay a little?"
Derek Hale leaned forward to the boy’s ear. "I had something else in mind." The words were delivered in a low growl.
"Tell me more." Stiles whispered.
The wolf squeezed his eyes shut, because he knew they would glow red with lust if he opened them. "We are leaving." He dragged the giggling teen with him and they were at the Hale house in a matter of ten minutes. They stumbled through the house barely keeping upright and not hitting anything until they made it into Derek's bedroom. The werewolf physically felt the need his mate was emitting and let the animal loose in a rage of passion. Nothing could stop them until they were both satisfied and completely exhausted. Derek lay on his back basking in the pale light of the declining moon that filtered through the open window, while Stiles still breathed a little heavy. The smaller man curled into his side, one hand gliding over the defined muscles of his stomach.