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Stiles and Derek have been together for a year now. Stiles is almost 18 and he’s tired of waiting. He’s been with the mysterious sourwolf for a very long time and nothing. Legal. He has to be legal. Derek keeps telling him that, and he understands. He swears he does. But come on, it’s Derek. Hot Derek. And he’s Stiles. A virgin boy with a hot boyfriend that makes out with him on the couch – never the bed, god forgive they forget he’s a minor – and touches him – never below the waste, god forgive they forget he’s under 18 – and he kisses him and he tells him nice things, he cooks for him and his dad and he watches the game with them and he’s so Derek.
So now Stiles is one week away from legality and he’s gonna make Derek suffer. He’s gonna make wish he had taken advantage from poor jail bate Stiles.
***
It’s 10 am. It’s Saturday. It’s Derek Hale’s apartment. It’s…
“What the hell is that?” Derek barks out as he jumps to his feet.
“Derek?! Do you have company?” Peter asks from downstairs and Derek gets confused and terrified and what the hell is going on?
“No. I don’t. Oh my god. Where’s Cora? It’s not Cora or someone with Cora is it?”
“I’m with Peter you perv. I do not bring boys to this apartment. Where I live. With my brother. And my Uncle. Weirdo.” Cora shouts as she races upstairs. “I think that’s your phone” She says as she enters his room.
“I’m not a perv. Or a weirdo. I just… oh never mind” He looks around “Where the hell is my phone?” He shouts.
“Calm down big brother. Let’s see” She closes her eyes “Under the pillow”.
“What?” he says reaching for it.
“So…? Who is it?”
“It’s St- No one. It’s a wrong number. Leave now. I need to get ready.” And he pushes her to the door.
“Fine. WEIRDO!” she shouts as he closes the door on her face.
***
“STILES!” Derek shouts from Stiles porch as he knocks, or kicks, or whatever the hell he’s doing, on his door.
“WHAT?” Stiles answers opening his window. Derek jumps and climbs and gets inside. “Hi there Wolfie. Missed me?”
“Why?”
“Why what? Why didn't you answer me?” he pouts.
“Holy Jesus Stiles. It’s a house full of werewolves. What were you thinking?”
“What did I do?”
“You change the music thing.”
“The what now?”
“The music- are you making fun of me?”
“It’s called a ringtone Derek” Stiles stays like he’s talking to a five year old.
“Jackass. Why?”
“Because.”
“Fucker” and just like that they forget the whole thing and move on to kissing on Stiles BED.
***
“Stiles-“
Kiss.
“Yeah?”
Kiss.
“We’re-”
Kiss.
“On your bed-”
Kiss.
“Maybe we should-”
Kiss.
“Move-”
Kiss.
“Hell no.”
Kiss.
Kiss.
“Sti-”
Kiss.
Derek gets up pushing stiles on his back on the other side of the bed.
“Hmmm, nooo” Stiles whines.
“C’mon. No bed. We promised. Just for a couple more days.”
“Hmm, I hate your very nice ass.”
“Hm hm, I now you do.
***
Derek forgot about the whole ringtone thing until he came back home.
“Hi there nephew. So… Who was that on your cellphone?” Peter asks without Derek even putting two feet inside.
“It was a joke. From, hum, someone. It’s fine.”
“Ok. Then. But who was it? You know the sounds?
“They were orgasm sound Peter. I don’t know who it was. Probably some porn movie audio. Who cares?” And he runs of into his room.
“Fine, don’t tell me!” Peter shouts before he closes his door.
Derek grabs his phone and calls Stiles.
“You didn’t change it back.”
“No I did not.”
Derek can hear Stiles smiling over the phone.
“Why?”
“Torture” And Stiles hangs up.