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Derek slowly moved his hand up Stiles’ side, each touch a burning caress as he pushed his body further into the mattress, his nose pressed firmly to Stiles’ neck, inhaling his scent with every intake of breath. Stiles let out a soft moan of Derek’s name making him growl in response, he bucked his hips up towards Derek’s pressing their groins together and making him shiver. “Stiles” Derek whispered as Stiles stared into his eyes, hands running over the rippling muscles of his back. “Stiles” he repeated a little more urgently. “Stiles” He demanded.
“Stiles!”
Stiles woke up with a jump, cheeks flushed and eyes unfocused “Huh?” He said intelligently
“Dude” Scott huffed, “What were you dreaming about, you were making some weird noises” He sat on the edge of the bed and given the dream he just had the last thing he wanted was his best friend sat on his bed while he was sporting a huge boner.
Stiles kicked him “Go downstairs, I’ll be there in a minute” He scrubbed a hand over his face and lifted his knees so the blanket would hide his current situation.
“You ok? You were moaning like, like you were a ghost or something, I thought maybe you were having a,” He shrugged “Nemeton dream or something?”
“Nah dude” He grinned “Not a Nemeton dream”
Stiles convinced Scott to wait downstairs for him while he showered and got ready. He tried to enjoy his alone time in the shower but all he could picture was Derek and it felt awkward doing that thinking about him. I mean, Stiles could appreciate he’s good looks and his spectacular ass but thinking about him while he came? It just felt weird.
Luckily Scott was a shitty werewolf and failed to notice anything different about Stiles at all, for which he was hugely thankful because they were supposed to be hanging out with the pack today at Hale House since they convinced Derek to put in a swimming pool for them. The last thing Stiles wanted was to be around Derek right now and have him smell exactly what he was thinking.
“...and then she said I didn't pay attention to her and I said I did, I just….” Scott frowned at Stiles across the table, moving his empty plate to the side “Dude are you even listening?”
Stiles nodded enthusiastically “Sure dude, Kira did something cute and you loved it, or something….am I right?” Stiles pulled his mouth out to the side and bared his teeth in what he hoped was a placating gesture. Scott’s frown increased, so that didn't work then.
“No”
“Dude” Stiles flailed his arms and threw his head back “I had a dream” He flopped forward burying his face in his arms on the table, his voice muffled “About Derek”
Scott didn't reply, so Stiles lifted his head and narrowed his eyes.
“So? I dream about the pack all the time, no big deal” Scott shrugged
“Nnnh” Stiles threw himself back into the chair and looked at his hands in his lap “No, I mean a dream, like a dream” He screwed his face up and huffed a little.
After a couple of minutes Scott finally caught on and gasped “Dude!” He said, his eyes comically wide “What like a” He looked around, as if there would be anyone else in Stiles’ kitchen at 9am on a saturday morning “Sex dream?” He whispered conspiratorially. Stiles nodded. “Ewwww” Scott grinned “Derek though, he’s so, i dunno” He crossed his arms “so Derek!” He laughed.
“It’s not funny!” Stiles protested while clearing away their plates “It was so real man, it was like it really happened” He reached up and pressed on his neck where dream Derek had left a hickey, remembering the sensation and shivering slightly.
“So you’re into Derek now?” Scott asked incredulously
“No. Maybe. I don't know” Stiles grabbed his keys and bag and gestured for Scott to do the same “He is pretty”
“No Stiles, flowers are pretty, Lydia’s hair is pretty, butterflies are pretty, Derek Hale is not pretty”
“Men can be pretty to you douche” Stiles slapped him in the back of the head as they walked to his jeep “I thought you were ok with me being gay?” He asked quietly, gripping the steering wheel, looking at Scott under his eyelashes.
“I am!” Scott practically screamed “Oh my god, Stiles, I am, I promise. It’s just, it’s Derek, you know, scary alpha, Derek”
Stiles gave a small smile “He is a bit bitey” He agreed pulling out of the driveway.
Later that afternoon once the BBQ had been eaten and the majority of the pack were either floating around on pool inflatables or sitting around the outdoor table Stiles was itching to go into the pool but the sight of the water glistening off Derek’s incredible torso was making his shorts uncomfortable and his swim shorts offered even less protection.
“You protested more than anyone else about getting this pool Stiles, come in here before I get Boyd to chuck you in” Erica crowed from her inflatable flamingo.
“Not feeling it today I’m afraid” He said, taking another swig of his beer. Derek was bobbing around chatting to Boyd in the water, there was no way Stiles could risk it.
“Pssst” Scott whispered, and really? In a garden full of werewolves you think they won't hear you whispering “Is this cos of the D-R-E-A-M?”
Stiles flailed “Dude! They’re not children, they can spell you absolute twat!” He hissed.
“What dream?” Erica say up suddenly very interested in the conversation
“Oh don't worry” He laughed nervously “Scott’s just being a dick”
“Sweetie?” Lydia bent down beside him, she looked like a movie star in her green swimsuit and oversized sunglasses “Was it about the Nemeton?” She gently stroked his arm.
He shook his head “No, no, nothing like that, it was just a dream. An average dream that no-one needs to talk about” He smiled.
“Oh no!” Erica shook her head “Oh No! No way are you getting away with that. Boyd, take me over to the side, I need to go and pressure Stiles” She pointed between Boyd, the side of the pool and Stiles. He obeyed his girlfriend and then floated back to Derek.
By this time almost everyone was around the table, Kira was on Scott’s lap dripping water everywhere, Isaac was resting his feet up on the table, Erica’s feet were slapping on the ground as she made her way over and Lydia was sat in the chair she pulled up alongside Stiles. He reeked of embarrassment, he knew he did but he couldn't control it.
“So this dream then” Erica grinned, Stiles punched Scott in the leg, he did at least have the decency to hide his stupid face in Kira’s shoulder. Traitor.
“It’s really not important, it was just a dream”
“Clearly not” Lydia said, inspecting her nails “Because if it was just a dream you wouldn't be so cagy about it” She lifted her eyes to lock onto his “You might as well tell us Stiles, we’re going to find out anyway”
“God! I hate you lot” Stiles threw himself back in his chair and let out a long breath “It was just a drea-”
“A sex dream” Scott interrupted, and Stiles was seriously going to kill that motherfucker.
“-Thank you Scott. Dick” Stiles snapped.
“Ohhh about who?” Isaac said suddenly sitting forward, at the same time Erica crowed
“Tell us everything, all the details, leave nothing out” She turned her head and shouted “Boyd, Derek, get over here, Stiles had a sex dream”
Stiles groaned and felt his cheeks burning, this couldn't be happening, this seriously couldn't be happening. Boyd and Derek climbed out of the water, the latter looking like a fucking sex god and reaaaally not helping the situation, fuck you Derek Hale.
“Was it about someone here?” Erica continued, he felt himself flush a little more.
“It’s er, I um” He rubbed the back of his neck, pointedly not looking at anyone.
“What’s this, a fucking mothers meeting?” Stiles never thought he would be so pleased to see Jackson “Is there any food left?” He said straining to see over the top of the clutter on the table.
“Stiles had a sex dream!” Erica was way too excited about this, he must remember to speak to her about it.
“So?” Jackson scoffed “Who gives a shit? I don't wanna hear about Stillinski’s non existent sex life, yuck!” And it was at that moment that Jackson became his new best friend, fuck you Scott, you’ve been replaced.
The group essentially broke apart at that point, some heading back to the pool while others began conversations around the table. Stiles slid out of the group quickly and quietly, making his way to the bathroom. He splashed cold water on his face and for the second time that day he thanked the stars for Jackson.
Someone tried the door handle, Stiles rolled his eyes.
“Give me a minute” He called, drying his hands on the towel. The door handle was tried again. “Seriously?” He huffed pulling the door open “I said gi- ahh” He garbled as a large hand pressed against his chest pushing him backwards into the bathroom.
“Why are you avoiding me?” Derek locked the door then turned towards Stiles, crossing his arms. For fuck sake, he was still wet from the pool and the water was glistening off of him and Stiles was only a man for crying out loud, this would surely kill him.
“I’m not. Not avoiding you, nope” He shook his head, looking everywhere but at Derek’s body as he remembered the way Derek said his name in his dream. He swallowed audibly.
“Yes you are. You’ve been weird all day. What’s wrong? Is it the Nemeton?”
Stiles threw his hands up in the air “No it’s not the fucking Nemeton, there is more to my life than the fucking Nemeton, I wish people would just let that drop, I feel shit enough as it is about what I did, I don't need people bringing it up every 2 minutes, Jesus!”
Derek scrunched his eyebrows up in that adorable way of his and pressed his lips tightly together. God Stiles wanted to kiss him and his dorky eyebrows.
“Is it your Dad?”
“What? No. Derek, just stop asking me”
“Then tell me what’s wrong. If a member of my pack has a problem then as the alpha it becomes my problem”
“Oh trust me” He laughed humorlessly “You don't want this problem”
“So you do have a problem?” He curled an eyebrow.
“Yes but I don't want to talk about it, especially not with you” He gestured towards Derek as he leaned back against the sink cupboard.
Derek dropped his arms and Stiles didn't miss the slight sag in his shoulders.
“With me?” He took a step backwards towards the door “I thought we were friends now Stiles, but clearly I was wrong”
“What?” Stiles practically shouted “Fucking hell Derek you drama queen, I don't want to talk to you about it because its personal and I’m fucking embarrassed, which I know you can smell, you sniffy bastard. I’m just- just- ugh I hate this” He ran his hand through his hair. This was the worst. Now Derek thinks he hates him when actually all he wants him to do is fuck him up against the sink right now. Shit. No. Stop with the inappropriate thoughts, he does not want Derek to smell that on him.
“Is it about me?” He asked quietly.
Stiles simply shrugged.
“What did I do wrong?” He took a couple of steps forward, he was almost arms length away from Stiles.
“Nothing Derek. OK?” He leaned forward slightly and patted Derek’s arm, wiping his wet hand on his own shorts “Trust me, it’s my problem”
“Was it about your dream?” Derek took another step forward.
Stiles’ head shot up “What? No! Fuck! Who told you that?” Stiles looked around wide eyed “Was it fucking Scott? I swear to God I’m gonna kill that little shit!” He clenched his teeth
“So it wasn't me. In your dream?”
“No. I mean, well, it. Er-” Stiles babbled and snorted a little when Derek interrupted him
“Did you have a sex dream? About me?”
Jesus Derek. That’s a bit blunt. Stiles knew his cheeks were red now, and his pulse was racing. Derek was going to kill him. This is how he dies. Next to the toilet in Derek’s bathroom. Classy Stillinski.
“Did you like it?”
Wait! What? What did he just say? What fucking alternate universe is this? Derek Hale asking if he enjoyed his sex dream.
“Didn't get to finish '' He laughed, because, really, at this point there was no use in lying.
Derek reached a hand out and traced along Stiles’ jaw “Would you like to?” His voice was low and husky. Stiles found it hard to swallow and just nodded, looking into Derek's green, blue, grey eyes. What the hell kind of colour is that anyway? Who has the right to have that many colours in their eyes. Derek Hale, that’s who.
“Do you want me Stiles?” He leaned in close, other hand resting on Stiles’ cheek. Stiles narrowed his eyes and pushed him away.
“Yeah. Yeah. Very funny Derek, let’s make fun of Stiles because he had a sex dream about me. I knew you were a dick Derek but I didn't realise you were cruel” Stiles pushed past him and unlocked the door, pulling it open wide and stomping out.
Stiles didn't bother saying goodbye to anyone, luckily as the designated driver he had only had one beer so he was more than capable of driving home. Scott could make his own way home, all of this was his fault anyway. He felt tears burning behind his eyes as he willed himself not to cry on the drive home. His Dad was still at the station and would be for a few more hours yet so he was free to wallow in his own misery alone. It wasn't long before his phone rang, Scott’s name appeared on the screen so he ignored it as he climbed the stairs to his room.
He flopped down on his bed and used his arm to cover his eyes, hot tears began to fall down his temples and onto his ears, it was unpleasant but so was the feeling of being mocked by Derek. Derek must know he had a crush on him, he must be able to smell it every time Stiles is around so to openly make fun of him was just too far, he knew he didn't have a chance so why make it worse?
His phone pinged with text messages, he sniffled a little, blinked to clear his eyes and then read them.
Group: Woof
Scott: Dude! Where are you? Answer your phone!
Jackson: Who fucking cares. Leave Stillinski to it.
Scott: Shut up Jackson. You’re sat right opposite me, why are you texting?
Jackson: So I don't have to look at your crooked face
(Stiles snorted, nice one Jackson.)
Scott: Seriously Stiles, where are you?
Lydia: Obviously he went home Scott. Now, can someone please come and help me with these brownies, I can't carry them all at once.
Isaac: I’ll help Lyds's
Scott: Stiles?
Stiles turned his phone on silent.
It was night time when he woke up to tapping on his window, he lifted his head to see the very distinct shape of Derek crouched down outside. Fucking hell. He looked at his watch, it was nearly midnight, which meant his Dad was home and already in bed most likely.
He shuffled over to the window and opened it, stepping away to let Derek enter.
“Stiles I-”
“Shhhhh” Stiles shushed and flapped his hands at Derek, who cocked his head to the side.
“He’s asleep. I can hear his heartbeat”
“Of course you can. Come to mock me some more? Once today wasn't enough for you?”
Stiles stood near his bed, still in his batman shirt and shorts from the party earlier. Derek wore his jeans and a white shirt that was probably about 2 sizes too small in the arms. He looked great, damn it. Stiles ran a hand through his hair, watching the shadows dance across Derek’s face, he could see him twisting his features but couldn't tell which expression he was trying to achieve.
“Wasn't mocking you”
“Yeah Derek, sure you weren't”
“Stiles. You’re infuriating” He clenched his fists and advanced a little making Stiles lean back “I wasn’t mocking you. I asked you a question and you threw a hissy fit and walked out”
“A hissy- I did not- I- Uh- Derek!” He spluttered “You said ‘do you want me Stiles?’” His voice took on a mocking tone, “How is that not teasing me Derek?”
“No” Derek growled and unfortunately it went straight to Stiles’ dick “I wasn’t teasing you. I was asking if you wanted me?”
Stiles huffed, crossing his arms “Uh huh” he said nodding “Sure”. He noticed Derek was clenching and unclenching his fists again and looking almost unsure.
“Not teasing” He said quietly “I’m not good at this shit Stiles” He looked down at the floor for a few seconds until the realisation of the situation hit Stiles.
“Oh my God! Dude!” Stiles gave him a megawatt smile “Were you flirting?”
“Stiles'', Derek was exasperated, stood in Stiles’ room in almost total darkness, even though he could see fine, he was grateful that Stiles couldn't see the blush creeping up his neck.
“What really?” He asked hesitantly.
“Yes”
“Oh” He lost all of his cockyness in one long breath out “Wicked”
A weird kind of silence fell onto them before Stiles cleared his throat “Sorry I ruined your flirting big guy. I honestly didn't think you’d ever flirt with me so it made more sense that you would tease me. Sorry”
“Is that what you think of me? That I would be that cruel?”
“No” He answered quickly “No! I just couldn't fathom you being interested in me”
“Why not? You’re smart” He took a step forward “Funny” Another step “Frustrating” Stiles snorted as he took another step “And gorgeous”, He took the final step that brought him almost chest to chest with Stiles. He traced his fingers once again across his jaw towards the back of his head and down to his neck. Stiles could see his eyes flash red just before he was pulled into a kiss. A simple crash of lips and Derek's other hand finding Stiles’ hip and clinging on to him. It took Stiles a few seconds to recover, his heart hammering in his chest as his arms wound around Derek’s chest. He let out a soft moan at the feel of Derek’s tongue pushing against the seam of his lips, Derek changed the angle of his head as Stiles opened his mouth allowing him to deepen the kiss.
Stiles pulled back, panting a little “So, we’re actually doing this then?” He grinned.
“Shut up” Derek surged forward capturing his mouth once again, it was passionate, involving biting and at one point Stiles was pretty sure Derek licked one of his tonsils. Derek changed course and began to kiss down his jawline and neck, towards his collarbone. Stiles moaned softly.
“So?” Derek said, stopping at his collarbone “Tell me about this dream?” Stiles’ laugh was cut off into a moan when Derek bit down hard.
Later, in the early hours of the morning Stiles did tell Derek about his dream, but agreed that real life Derek was much better.