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“Gosh Stiles, how could you be so stupid!?” Derek yells. His voice is incredulous and his arms thrown out to his sides. Stiles rolls his eyes at the werewolf.
“Derek, I’ve done way stupider stuff in my life.” He waves the Alpha off, bouncing a lacrosse ball on the ground. Derek drops his arms, his eyes growing wider.
“That doesn’t really make it any better.” Stiles shrugs, catching the ball and looking at Derek.
“You should know by now that I don’t really think things through.” Derek fixes him with a glare that makes the younger man avert his eyes and go back to bouncing the ball.
“Do you live to make me worry? You know, before you came into my life, I never had to worry about anyone this much.”
“Awww, you do care about me!” Derek growls at him, making Stiles swallow thickly and audibly.
“Of course I care about you.” Stiles goes to put his hand on Derek’s cheek, hoping to kiss him. His wrist is grabbed and arm is twisted behind his back, pressing his back against Derek’s chest. Derek growls again, this time directly in his ear. Stiles panics. He’s sure this is it. This is the time Derek is going to rip his throat out with his teeth. He thinks rapidly. What can he do to get out of this? Without really thinking it through, he winds his free arm and throws the lacrosse ball across the loft, through the hole in the brick. He winces and presses his lips together once the ball leaves his hand. The vice-like grip loosens and he can practically feel the ‘really?’ look Derek is giving the back of his head. He carefully turns around and winces again. The real thing is much worse than what he pictured. “Stiles?” Derek breaks the silence.
“Hmm?” Derek gives him a tight smile.
“What was that?”
“Umm…” Stiles clears his throat. “....fetch..?” Derek raises his eyebrows.
“Fetch.” Stiles nods hesitantly. Derek nods back, straight-faced. In one quick move, Derek picks Stiles up and throws him over his shoulder. Stiles laughs and tries to fight out of the arms. The Alpha carries him to the spiral staircase and walks them up it. He drops the younger man on his bed with an ‘oof’. He crawls up the bed until he’s face-to-face with Stiles. Stiles swallows audibly when Derek’s eyes bore into his soul. He swears the eyes flash red before the wolf dips down and seals their mouths together. Stiles kisses him back heatedly. He moves to grab his hair, but realizes his hands are being held above his head. Derek pulls back after a minute. He looks deep into Stiles’ eyes. “Don’t do something like that again.”
“Which one? The fetch or putting my life in danger.” The unimpressed look he gets answers his question and makes butterflies enter his stomach. Derek dips down again putting his mouth by his ear.
“Yes.” He growls just before pressing their lips together again.