Chapter 8

Stiles froze, mind going completely blank. It took him a few seconds to process what was happening. He was being kissed. Derek was kissing him. Derek Freaking Hale was actually kissing him!

It only lasted a few seconds. Before Stiles could even recover his thoughts enough to react, Derek had pulled away to give him a hesitant look.

"Feel better?"

Stiles then realized he wasn't panicking anymore. His heart had slowed to a less life threatening rate and he wasn't rambling. Well not yet anyway. His lips were still tingling from the brief kiss and he could feel Derek's warm hands on either side of his face. He slowly nodded, feeling his cheeks turn red under the alpha's gaze.

The werewolf raised an eyebrow at the blush. "Still think you're dreaming?"

"Yeah pretty much. Usually I would have woken up by now," Stiles muttered more to himself than to Derek. His mind was spinning, trying to comprehend the situation. This was all too good to be true. He had to be dreaming and would probably wake up any minute with an awkward boner he'd have to hide from a house full of werewolves. Not easy but he'd done it before during some of the more embarrassing pack meetings.

Oh well. Dream or not, Stiles planned to take advantage before it ended.

Clearing his throat awkwardly, he tried for a casual suggestion. "Maybe we should try again? You know what they say, 'second time's the charm' and all-"

He barely finished when he was being pulled forward for another kiss. This one he was prepared for and more than eager to participate. Maybe a little too eager. Stiles surged forward to meet Derek halfway and ended up clashing teeth and bumping noses in his haste.

So he was an awkward virgin with little to no experience, so sue him.

Derek only chuckled and tilted his face, slotting their mouths together with ease. Smooth, dry lips moved against each other and Stiles melted into the rhythm. Okay so not dreaming. More like a dream come true. The hands grasping his face brushed along his jaw, dancing down the column of his throat, tracing down his back and past his slim hips. Stiles wasn't sure what Derek was doing until the hands grabbed under his knees. In one smooth motion, Derek had sat up, pulling Stiles up into his lap with the younger boy straddling his waist.

Stiles broke the kiss with a gasp, blindly running his hands along Derek's chest until his fingers hooked the hem.

"Shirt. Off. Now," he panted, tugging at the offending fabric. He swore the werewolf's eyes flashed red but was distracted when the shirt was yanked off, leaving an expansion of smooth, muscular chest dusted with dark hair for Stiles to enjoy.

"If this is a dream, I really don't want to wake up," Stiles breathed, turning pink when Derek chuckled.

"You know it's 'third' right?" the alpha asked, making the human draw a blank.

"Third? Like third base or something?"

Derek rolled his eyes. "No you said 'Second time's the charm' but it's actually third."

The brunet's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Third? Well if you insist–" the words were barely out of his mouth when Derek attacked again, yanking Stiles forward to crush their mouths back together.

Where the first kiss was shocking and the second down right embarrassing, Stiles was ready to make the third count.

Stiles sighed into the kiss and closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of Derek under his hands. His fingers skimmed over the muscles of his chest and abs, smiling against the older man's lips each time he groaned or shivered. Then the hand at his knee moved to pinch his ass. Stiles gasped and a hot tongue thrust into his mouth, deepening the kiss and making him to moan. Their tongues danced around each other while Derek's free hand slipped under Stiles shirt.

When they reluctantly broke apart to breathe, panting with red lips and dark eyes, Stiles almost whined but a ripping sound kept him focused. Derek's claws had torn the front of his shirt, tearing away the shredded remains of it until he was left in just his sweatpants.

Then the werewolf was kissing him again, trailing from the corner of his mouth to his jaw and down to Stiles' neck. His nerves were on fire, skin heightened to every touch, every brush of skin and warm puff of breath. Every hot taste of Derek's tongue or gentle skim of his sharp teeth had Stiles shivering and squirming, fingers twisting themselves in soft, ebony hair.

"I liked that shirt," Stiles panted out but couldn't bring himself to be angry.

Warm breath tickled his throat in a chuckle. "It was in the way. I'll buy you a new one."

"Good. I hope you plan on buying lots more because that was pretty fucking hot."

I swore he heard Derek growl while he rub his cheek against Stiles' neck. His stubble left a pleasant sting and Stiles was sure he would have to come up with an excuse for it tomorrow but couldn't care less at the moment. Heat was coursing through him, pooling low in his belly.

"So how long has this been on the table?" Stiles gasped as large hands framed his narrow hips. "I mean, werewolves can't get roofied, right? Unless it's wolfsbane but that would have some sideaff–" he choked off in a whine when Derek mouthed a sensitive spot behind his ear.

"You have idea how long I've wanted to do this," Derek whispered, the deep, rough voice burning against Stiles' skin.

"Seriously?"

The alpha pulled back to stare at him, dark eyebrows knitted and kiss-bruised mouth pulled into a frown. I would almost be cute without the glowing red ringed around blown pupils.

"You don't believe me?"

Stiles flushed, eyes glancing everywhere but down at the hot werewolf he was currently straddling. "It wouldn't be the first time someone's pretended to like me for a prank," he shrugged. "I always thought you hated me. This was pretty much the last thing I would expect from you."

Derek's frown deepened to epic levels of broodiness. "So I was wrong?"

The question caught Stiles off guard. "Wha?" he gawked, brain still sluggish after the sudden and abruptly interrupted make-out session.

"I thought the feeling was mutual." Derek's sighed like a deflated balloon. "I know I can't make up for the past but I'm sorry for my behavior towards–"

"Nope nope nope nope!" Stiles cut in, flailing his arms enough to catch Derek's attention. He pressed his hands over Derek's mouth, ignoring the glare shot at him through the dark. "Look I don't care about whatever happened in the past. Things are different now. We've dealt with some weird shit together this past year and we'll probably deal with some weird shit as soon as we get back. Besides, I've kind of had a huge crush on you for I don't even know how long."

Derek stared at him for a moment, shocked into silence, before he suddenly started laughing. Nothing loud or obnoxious, just a quiet chuckle that rumbled deep in his chest. It was so un-Derek-ish that Stiles started contemplating his dream theory again.

"Guess this explains why you've been acting weird since we got here?" Stiles asked, hiding his smirk when Derek actually blushed.

"Wolf courting doesn't make a lot of sense to humans, huh?"

Stiles snorted. "It makes more sense when you find out the werewolf doesn't want to rip your throat out with his teeth." He weaved his fingers back through Derek's hair. "But I'm way okay with this method instead."

He was the one to initiate the kiss this time, pressing his lips to Derek's still frozen ones until the werewolf shook off his confusion and jumped to take part. A hot tongue licked at the seams of Stiles mouth, diving in to explore when it fell open. Stiles groaned as his dwindling arousal rekindled.

Derek broke away, hugging Stiles close so their chests were pressed together and dropping his head where neck became shoulder. Stiles could only squirm and whine as open mouth kisses were pressed to his throat. Then Derek latched onto his shoulder and sucked.

"Every–Ah!" Stiles yelped as sharp teeth brushed the sensitive skin as Derek targeted his neck for a second hickey. "Everyone's going to see," Stiles finally rushed out, fingers in Derek's hair holding him closer.

"Let them," Derek growled, giving a final kiss to his handy work before trailing back up to Stiles' lips. "I'm pretty sure they all know, anyways."

Stiles broke the kiss to roll his eyes. "Scott doesn't know."

"That's because he's not very observant."

Stiles and Derek both jumped, turning towards the third voice. Isaac was leaning against the guest doorway, hair mussed and eyes still heavy from sleep.

"Though, to be fair, I don't think Scott would notice a house on fire if Allison was next to him."

Stiles' brain was having trouble restarting, part of him wanting to run from the room and the other half wanting to chase Isaac out to continue where he and Derek had left off. Speaking of, the werewolf was still below him, completely still like a statue. Stiles assumed he was either feigning sleep or hoping he could just disappear into the couch below him.

Silence lapsed through the room as Stiles finally managed to get his mind and mouth in sync again. "So…"

"Don't worry," Isaac said with a shrug. "I'm not going to tell anyone. Though most of them put two and two together a long time ago. Erica's going to be mad she lost the bet, though."

"What bet? You know what, never mind I don't want to know." Stiles just shook his head, wishing Derek would say something instead of perfecting the art of 'hide and seek' in plain sight.

Isaac yawned, fangs flashing as he turned back to the guest room. "I was going to ask if you wanted your beds back but you look comfortable there. Good night." And as the door swung close, they were alone again.

"Well that went well," Stiles blurted out. Derek was mobile again, hands coming up to scrub over his face in irritation. He let out a weary sigh before dropping his hands to stare at the ceiling.

"I messed up everything. Again."

"Hey whoa hold on." Stiles shifted to lean over Derek, ignoring the tightness in his pants, to look him in the eye. "I don't know what you think you messed up but I'm going to go ahead and say that you're wrong and just being a Debby-Downer."

"This wasn't the plan."

Stiles snorted. "Since when does anything we do go to plan? My plan was to graduate high school and get the girl of my dreams not get involved in werewolves and lizard monsters and your creepy demon uncle."

"Sorry."

"Oh my god just stoooop!" Stiles tried to shake Derek's shoulders but couldn't budge the bulky muscles. "Not everything is your fault so just stop. I don't blame you, I know Scott doesn't, and honestly, I don't mind. The nearly dying every week is kind of a downside but being part of the pack and finding out that you actually tolerate my existence makes it worthwhile."

Derek seemed to stare anywhere at him and for once, Stiles kept quiet. Finally, the werewolf spoke. "I just mean…every relationship I've had ends up bad and I didn't even know if you liked me that way. I wanted to court you first. Properly. See where it goes, take it slow so I can't mess it up." He finished with a frown.

"First off," Stiles started, brushing some of the hair off Derek's forehead. "That's probably the most I've ever heard you talk. Second; I already like you, I have for a while so courting a success."

Derek rolled his eyes. "That's not all there is to courting."

"Third!" Stiles interrupted with a grin, "I know some horrible things happened in the past but I'm here now and I will do whatever I can to make sure we don't mess this up; whatever this is. I will do everything in my power to make you the happiest werewolf on the planet."

"That's what I'm afraid of," Derek muttered but the words were affectionate and playful. "But right now, you could make me happy by going back to sleep. It's nearly dawn."

"Aw but I was going to ask you more about the courting thing," Stiles pouted. "And maybe see if we could make out some more. That would make me happy."

Derek chuckled and tugged Stiles down to tuck him against his chest. He grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch and draped it over them, both his arms still wrapped securely around Stiles' waist.

"There's always tomorrow. First, sleep."

Stiles snuggled against the warmth and tried not to yawn. With the excitement from earlier diminished, exhausting immediately settled into his bones and drained his energy. "Fine. But you better not ignore me or pull a Houdini act on me."

Even without looking, Stiles could tell Derek was rolling his eyes. "Goodnight, Stiles."

He murmured something back but sleep claimed him before the words were spoken.