Hello! I just wanted to say a big 'Thank You' to the people who reviewed! It honestly is such an inspiration booster and just kind of makes my day. If anyone has any feedback, good or bad, please feel free! You're also welcome to leave suggestions about what other shenanigans these two should get up to! Once again, this isn't beta'd, so I'm really sorry if there are any spelling mistakes or grammatical errors.

"Derek, I'm hungry!"

Derek turned his head ever so slowly, his neck still sore from the overnight stay. He had been thinking while he was driving.

"Haven't you eaten already? You made me stop an hour ago to get you curly fries, yet you're hungry once again. How does that work exactly? Are you an alien?" Stiles stared at Derek with awe on his face as he pondered the possibility.

"Aliens are real? Seriously? Do you know any?" Derek turned his head back to the road, shaking his head. He would believe just about anything, the silly boy. But he wasn't exactly a boy. He had known Stiles for long enough to see the small changes that had happened throughout the years. The way he walks; no longer slouched in the shadows but tall in the light, being who he wanted to be. Even his mannerisms had changed. He was less finicky for one. For another he held eye contact, and occasionally initiated it.

"Only one. You." Stiles smiled at Derek's reply. He was okay with the teasing, although he found it easier to hear if it was from Derek. Derek always had that slightly apologetic smile on when he was around him. Although it changed back to hard-ass Alpha when the others were around, he could deal with it, it made him feel special like Derek had a secret smile only for him.

"Where are we anyway, Sour Wolf?"

"I'm not sure, and no I am not stopping to ask someone. The whole point of driving somewhere was not to let people in on the fact we aren't at home anymore. What if the person we stop to ask has something to do with the Alpha pack?"

Huffing, Stiles turned his head away, pouting like a small child that had just been told they weren't allowed any more sweets.

Derek's phone began vibrating. The sudden movement caused Stiles to jump, and smack his head on the roof of the car. Smiling, Derek answered his phone with some of that optimism his uncle seems to be so fond of.

"Hello?"

"How are my boys?" Derek rolled his eyes. "Peter, What do you want?"

He could hear a small laugh from the other end of the phone, Peter not bothering to hide his amusement at Derek's obvious distaste for his uncle. "Just to check in and tell you some bad news. Same old, same old."

Derek slowly drifted over to the side of the road, a sudden bout of rain causing him to slow out of fear of safety. They must not be as far from Beacon Hills as he had hoped. There the rain is the worst out of almost everywhere else in California.

"What happened?"

"Oh, not much. Just got word that the Alphas may have some people on the inside. And they're looking for you. But don't worry; I've devised a plan. Some of their partners, distant partners I might add, manage a couple's campground. They are looking for two boys driving together, completely platonic."

"That's what you consider 'not much?'" He could see Stiles turning his head to him out of the corner of his eye, watching him. "So you want us to what, play happy couple? Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?"

"Oh please! The two of you will have absolutely no problem 'pretending' to be a couple." Derek clenched his jaw; he could practically hear his uncle making little air quotes over a certain word.

"So basically, to sum it up, you want us to pretend to be a couple for a 'Couples Camping', managed by Alpha associates, because they think we're too smart to get that close when in reality we're supposed to outsmart them by getting right under their noses?"

Stiles giggled, drawing Derek's attention. Moving the phone slightly away from his face, he began, "What's so funny giggle pants?"

"That sounded really hard to say."

Nodding a few more times and giving a quick 'Ok' into his end of the phone, he hung up and chucked his phone in Stiles' direction before clearing his throat. "Peter said that your dad was doing well, said to tell you he loved you. Your dad, not Peter." Stiles smiled at the words and nodded.

Tightening his grip on the steering wheel, Derek glanced over at Stiles. "We're going to have to be convincing to pull this off, so, when we reach the next mall, we're going to have to, uh, practice. Can you do that?"

"We're about to find out."

"Derek! Stop fidgeting! No-one is looking at you!"

Derek huffed and glanced around self-consciously. He could feel people's eyes on. It made him uncomfortable. They were holding hands while walking through a sporting goods store, attempting to ease into this shit-show that his uncle had thought up, and he felt like he was suffocating. He gripped Stiles' hand tighter, trying to breath properly.

Seeing Derek's discomfit, he dragged him into the nearest bathroom, checked that all the stalls were empty and locked the door. He watched as Derek slid down the tiled wall, his head falling back slightly, trying to get his breath back. Stiles sat opposite to him between two sinks, trying to give him space.

"Look Stiles,"

"No, Derek, you don't have to explain yourself. I understand."

"No," Derek began, "I don't think you do. You know about what happened with Kate right?"

He watched as Stiles slowly nodded his head.

"She told me it would be our secret. She told me we had to pretend we didn't know each other. One day we were off somewhere away from Beacon Hills and as an attempt to appease some part of me she believed she needed to appease, she grabbed my hand and walked through a mall with me. I just- I was stupid and sixteen and I didn't know what I was doing and I guess it's just hard to remember who I am and who I never want to be."

Stiles nodded his head as Derek spoke, but got up once he finished to sit in front of Derek so they were both sitting cross-legged, knees touching.

"You're not her, and I'm not you."

Derek slowly nodded his head and sighed.

"People definitely saw us go in here. They're going think we were screwing or something if we stay any longer."

Derek smirked at the rather brash statement. Rubbing his hands on his jeans he sighed, taking a deep breath he got back up to his feet, Stiles following suit.

"Derek, can I drive? Pretty please?" Derek glanced sideways and gave him his best smile.

"Can I pretty please throw you out the window?" Stiles huffed but couldn't help but grin at him.

"Derek, I'm bored. How much longer do I have to be in this stupid car?" Derek slammed on the brakes causing Stiles to shoot forward in his seat, narrowly missing the dash.

"We talked about this. We do not call anyone names. Including my car. In fact I'm not all that concerned with calling you a name. Just her." Stiles growled something that sounded a lot like 'stupid car thinks it's better than me' but turned his head to look out the window. He noticed the farther they drove the more woodsy the surroundings became. As the passed a patch of brush he saw a sign, it read 'Grangers Park'.

"Is this us?" Stiles asked as he pointed to the sign. Derek read it and nodded, this time pulling over slowly and carefully.

"Now, our story." Stiles rolled his eyes. Derek had rehearsed their cover story with him over and over and over. He wanted to strangle himself. No, scratch that, he wanted to strangle Derek.

"We've been dating for a year and a half. We met at the library. I was in Mythology, you in Philosophy. The rows were adjacent to each other. You walked over. I dropped my glasses, you picked them up. We went for coffee after. And boom, passion, romance, and a gigantic box of condoms."

"Yes. Wait- what?"

"Derek we've been dating for a year and a half. We've had sex before."

"What if someone asks something about it? I don't know anything- and I mean anything- about guy, er, man, uh… sex. With guys. Because I've had the other type of sex. With a girl I mean. Not an animal. That would be weird."

Stiles began laughing almost manically as they walked down the pointed path to the supposed campsite. "Derek. Are you uncomfortable right now? Do you not like to talk about sex? I thought it was a guy thing? God knows Scott doesn't shut up about it. I love him and everything but holy shit, I don't need the freaking blow-by-blow of whatever freaky stuff he and Allison do."

They continued to walk for what seemed like forever; finally reaching a group of people that had clustered around two camp directors. As they grew closer they could hear small bouts of laughter. Three couples were standing there, chatting amongst themselves. As they saw them approach, one of the directors waved them over.

"Ah. This must be Alec and Dominic. Alec if you could raise your hand-" Stiles raised his hand, jumping around, the heads of the other campers following each leap into the air. "And Dominic. Raise your hand." Derek raised his hand and gave a small smile.

"Right before we get started we're just going to explain for a bit, Ok? This is Couples Camping. Now we are just camp leaders, so no need to be shy. So, the rules. No smoking, for starters. No fights. No random bitching. No slandering comments or behavior. There is an alcohol limit. Four drinks per person maximum. If you become incoherent for any reason you will be asked to sleep in the medical bay. I wouldn't suggest giving it a try; it smells like vomit and cheese, not necessarily in that order. You all have your supplies?" Everyone around them nodded, Stiles shook his bag, drawing a few smirks from the others, "Good. Remember there are wildlife on and throughout the property-this is their home, not ours. We do keep a perimeter-just be aware of your surroundings. Stay inside the perimeter."

One of the couples ran off with their things almost immediately. Derek looked at Stiles and saw that he looked, well, excited. Ecstatic even. He smiled at the thought of Stiles traipsing through the trees and flowers and coming back all itchy after falling into a thing of poison ivy. Or chased by a bear. Definitely the bear.

"Lets go Dominic!" Stiles said, slapping the other man on the shoulder, a grin on his face. Derek rolled his eyes and motioned for Stiles to lead the way. And lead he did. He had them going through thigh high brush that looked as though something was going to jump out and bite you.

Then the creek.

Then the pond.

Then the mud.

Finally after what seemed like hours of trekking but was most likely only one, Stiles found a spot. Five minutes from a stream, a tree to hang the food in, and gloriously flat ground. All the campers chose something closer to the main site, but Derek liked this place more.

"I'll pitch the tent if you take care of the fire, ok?" Derek glanced up after his moments of staring into space just as Stiles stretched. His shirt lifted from its place to reveal toned muscle. Not muscly like Derek, but still muscle. Derek tilted his head as Stiles kept his arms in the air. Suddenly, Stiles turned with a smile on his face.

"Like what you see, Fido?" Derek straightened until the sentence came fully to him. Fido.

Derek barreled forward like a speeding train, tackling Stiles to the ground. Stiles laughed as Derek sat on him, securing his arms above his head. "What did you call me?"

"Nothing?" Stiles replied. Derek kept him pinned to the ground until Stiles gave in muttering a very unconvincing 'sorry'. Smiling Derek released Stiles' arms and let his own hands slide down to either side of Stiles' head. "I will tickle you until you piss yourself if you do not stop being such a prick." Stiles just giggled.

"I swear to god, I am going to piss in your water bottle while you sleep if you don't stop," Derek said, his face now inches away from Stiles'. Stiles tilted his head up so their faces were mere centimeters from touching.

Derek looked at Stiles very closely before jumping up and grabbing what he needed to for the fire.

Stiles looked at Derek with a childish grin. "So what are we supposed to do about the couples part of this 'couple's camping'? All the others were all over each other- they're going to think something's up if we don't do anything but hold hands; especially if as soon as we get close to each other you run off." Derek nodded. He chewed his lip as he thought, dropping what he had picked up and taking a seat next to Stiles. "What do you suggest?"

Stiles sat back on his hands and stretched out his legs. "We're far enough from camp that we shouldn't have to worry about anyone coming across us. While we're here we can just get used to each other I guess, start slowly, try and avoid this getting any weirder or more uncomfortable than it has to be." Derek nodded.

"Ok, so what would you suggest we start with? We held hands in that mall, and on part of the walk to here- just while we were I front of the other couples, so we can cross that off the list," Derek replied.

Stiles shrugged, "Whatever comes naturally I suppose."

Derek nodded once again and got up in search for stones. It was still early enough in the year that it would get cold at night so they would need a fire in the next few hours. The sun had already begun to move across the sky- not yet setting, but casting shadows on the surrounding trees.

"I'm going to grab stuff for the fire, could you start setting up the tent?" Stiles nodded. "And do me a favor Stiles, don't stab yourself with the poles or the spikes, that's the last thing I need."

Stiles stuck out his tongue, flipped Derek off and for show, grabbed one of the poles and demonstrated sliding it into place. Derek smiled and turned away, walking into the trees, once he passed the first few he could hear a quiet, 'Don't worry about me stabbing myself, you should worry about me stabbing you with them, for fuck's sake,' and then some fumbling. He continued walking when he once again heard that same voice utter a pained cry, 'Stupid fucking tent! I just want to set you up, why won't you stay up?' and then a moment later, 'God dammnit!' Derek just chuckled to himself and continued on.

Half an hour later when he returned with wood, he was greeted with the sight of a tent, and Stiles, sitting on a log next to their backpacks, sucking on his thumb. "You smacked yourself, didn't you?" Stiles narrowed his eyes. "No, I just- the tent bit me." Derek snorted, dropping the wood and walking around their site to find stones large enough to use for the fire.

Stiles fell asleep almost immediately after his head hit the pillow- the pillow he and Derek were sharing.

"Stiles, what are you thinking about?" Stiles jumped as Derek spoke, unaware his friend had awoken from his sleep.

"What are you talking about Derek?" Derek's brows furrowed.

"Your heartbeat. It got all fluttery for a while. It woke me up." Stiles laughed.

"You can hear my heart? What is it doing right now? Is it leaping? Is it being lazy?" Derek smirked at Stiles' ability to be sarcastic at, what- 6:30 in the morning? Derek flipped over on his back and looked up at the top of the tent.

"I don't think this is a good idea, Derek." Stiles looked at Derek as they crept through the head cabin. They were on the hunt for information on the Alpha pack.

"Derek, I think someone is coming!" Derek rolled his eyes. If they were, he definitely would have heard them before Stiles could. "No they're not, now shut up before you get us killed."

"Derek, it's lunch time, there's bound to be people around. We should come back at night." Derek snorted. "At night? At night it's locked. You have a lock-pick set? No." Stiles grumbled at his reply but kept following Derek through the cabin.

As they reached the office door, they heard footsteps coming quickly from the opposite direction.

"Quick, hide!" Stiles turned to Derek. And then he saw it. The closet. He pulled Derek by the arm, opened the closet that looked like something out of Narnia, and shoved both himself and Derek inside.

"I don't hear footsteps anymore. Maybe they left?" Derek whispered to Stiles.

"I can still hear them, they're in the office. If we come out now they'll know we're up to no good." Stiles looked at Derek and smirked. He then pushed Derek against the side of the closet.

"Oh, Dominic, just like that!" Derek's face was a painting of utter shock. Stiles gestured towards him to mimic his speech.

"You like that?" Derek pushed Stiles against the other side of the closet. The poor closet. A knocking sounded at the door.

"Um, when you two, are, uh, done, can you maybe think of doing that somewhere else please? That would be great." Stiles and Derek held back their laughs as what was likely a camp director grumbled about putting 'No closet sex' on the list of rules.

As Derek opened the door he straightened his shirt that had become rumpled after being pushed by Stiles. When he looked up, two of the three other couples came up to him. One of the girlfriends gave him a thumbs up. Her boyfriend went up to him and slapped him on the back.

"Geez, man, after all that exercise you're probably hungry. How about some lunch?" Stiles jumped out of the closet a little too enthusiastically and nodded.

They walked back and through the trees to get their food and then to a picnic site. Once they found a spot, they sat down and began talking.

"So how long have you two been together?"

"A year and a half." They said simultaneously.

"Huh. How's the sex?" Derek choked on the drink he had been drinking. Stiles grimaced and patted Derek on the back. The woman's boyfriend stopped chewing and shot his girlfriend a dirty look, aware of just how nosy she was being.

Stiles took a sip of his water before responding, "Uh… Good? I don't really know how to describe it. It's really good though. Has me screaming his name every time." Derek looked at Stiles as though he had just said he was pregnant with his baby. Stiles was grinning ear to ear, very aware of just how much Derek was blushing.

"I just asked because you too look really close. And I'm nosy. It's ok though, I embrace it." Derek smiled and nodded.

"I know the feeling. This one-"Derek said as he stuck his thumb out, gesturing to Stiles, "Is probably the nosiest person I've ever met. To be honest I couldn't stand to be around him when we first met."

Stiles gasped in mock horror at Derek's statement.

Derek rolled his eyes before continuing, "What about you guys? How long have you been together?"

"We've been together for four years now."

They chatted while they ate and said their goodbyes once they had finished, going their separate ways.

Leave it to Stiles to find a lake in the middle of nowhere. Derek grabbed a towel from his bag and laid it on the sand gravel mix by the edge of the water. Stiles saw the water and immediately ran into it, kicking and splashing water just about everywhere.

Which completely drenched Derek and the book he was reading.

"Stiles!" Stiles jumped where he stood, the water rippling around him. He laughed as he turned and saw Derek; drenched, and furious.

"Aw, Fido, did I get you a little wet? I'm sorry. If your going to shake, make sure you do it away from me!" Derek growled.

"You know I get mad when you say stuff like that. And now I have to kill you." Stiles smirked. He backed farther into the water until he was chest deep, the smirk still on his face. "You're going to have to come in here if you want to kill me, you know that right?" Derek looked livid, Stiles questioned if it was worth going back to the tent, purely so Derek couldn't drown him in the lake.

Derek sighed and rubbed his neck, now he was cold and wet and annoyed. "Come on, let's head back, I'm cold and we need to make something for dinner soon." Stiles made a noise of protest but complied, knowing better than to push Derek too far when he was already in a questionable mood.

That night when they were side-by-side in their somewhat average sized tent, Stiles turned to Derek who was looking up at the sky through the small panel of netting at the top of their tent. "I know this is supposed to be a 'recon mission', but I'm actually having fun. It's nice to get away from the madness of Beacon Hills every once and awhile, even if it means having to have pretend sex in a closet." Derek turned to him, a smile on his face.

"I have to admit, spending time with you isn't as horrible as I thought it would be," Derek sighed, shifting his body. He now lay on his side, facing Stiles. Stiles laughed, punching Derek softly in the arm before yawning, stretching his arms up, smacking Derek in the face as he did so. Derek flicked him in the nose, earning a noise of protest from Stiles, which turned into an all-out slapping war between the two of them. Derek, obviously bored of slapping the younger man, grabbed both of his hands with one hand and sat up, moving over the younger man pinning him down, and raising his arms above his head.

"You brought this on yourself, Stiles." Stiles face went from smiling to a look of sheer horror as Derek used his free hand to tickle him, causing Stiles to go from an annoying teenager to a pleading wiggle-worm. Derek laughed as Stiles began pleading with him to stop, only ceasing his tickling once Stiles promised to behave. He released his hands, Stiles abruptly placing his arms at his sides in an attempt to deter anymore tickling. Stiles sat up slowly, Derek still hovering just over his body.

Derek frowned, confused. "What are you doing?" Stiles laughed, "Stop making that face and you'll find out." Derek sat back on his heels, still frowning slightly, completely oblivious as to just how close they were. Stiles smiled and sat up more, placing his hand on the side if Derek's face. He could feel the stubble that had grown, and brushed his thumb over the other man's bottom lip. He leaned in further tilting his head up, brushing his lips gently against Derek's, leaving them there for only a moment. Derek stilled above him, freezing in place. Stiles pulled back and smiled, "Now that wasn't so bad, was it?"