Derek wakes up with the sun in his eyes, and he just knows that something is wrong. For one thing, it's past noon and Stiles usually wakes him up at nine. As much as Derek hates getting up early, he's gotten used to it. He wipes his face as he walks into the kitchen to see that Stiles isn't in there either making lunch or cooking or doing anything like that, and Derek thinks that he was gone for the the day. "Stiles?" Derek calls out as he rubs his eyes, just to make sure.
Derek doesn't get an answer in response, but he walks thought the house to see that Stiles' door is closed to his room. Derek hums as he moves to knock on the door, and he hears a soft groan from the other side of the door. "Go away." Stiles says, and Derek rolls his eyes as he moves to knock again on the door.
"Do you want to build a snowman?" Derek asks, and he hears a scoff of laughter that fades into nothing. Derek sighs as he opens the door to Stiles' room, he's never done that he tries to respect Stiles' private space, and Stiles sighs. "You come into my room all the time." Derek says, sitting on the edge of the bed. Stiles pulls the blankets over his head, he doesn't want Derek to see him like this, and Derek pats his leg.
"I come into your room to wake you up for the day other wise you would sleep all day. Did you just walk up? It's almost one o'clock in the afternoon." Stiles tells him, his voice muffled from blankets that are covering his face. Derek sighs as he moves to lay on the bed next to him, and Stiles doesn't turn around to look at him. "What are doing here? Don't you have music to write or a guitar to tune?" Stiles says, and Derek chuckles.
"What's got you all upset?" Derek asks him, feeling that it has to do with the anniversary of his mother's death but he doesn't want to reveal that he talked to Scott about him. Stiles sighs as he turns away from him before moving to face him. Derek smiles softly when he sees that Stiles' eyes are slightly swollen, he must have been crying, and Stiles sighs as he shakes his head. "We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." Derek tells him, and Stiles nods his head while he moves to wipe his face.
"My mom died of cancer twelve years ago." Stiles tells him, his voice cracking some. Derek reaches over to lay his hand over Stiles' waist, and Stiles sniffs as he nods his head while he moves to wipe his eyes. "She was so good and nice. My dad used to think that I was weird because I was so smart, but my mom she never let me feel bad because I was smarted than kids my age." Stiles says, and Derek smiles at him.
"She sounds great. I bet she would hated me, huh?" Derek says, and Stiles surprising shakes his head rapidly as he moves to try to stop the tears that are starting to flow again.
"No, she saw the good in everyone. No matter what. She always found at least one good thing about someone, and she would pay attention to that. If she were alive, she'd focus on how nice you treat your fans." Stiles tells him, and Derek smiles at him while he runs his hand through his hair. "Or maybe that fact that you're nice when you want to be." Stiles tells him, and Derek rolls his eyes. Stiles chuckles some while he moves closer to Derek.
"I like my fans, they're good people." Derek tells him, and Stiles nods his head. From what he's seen Derek and the rest of Unknown Artist's fans are good people, they're some that are rude and say that Stiles only married Derek for the money, but other than that they're really nice. Their story hasn't been sold yet, Stiles thought that Gregory would do that the first chance he got, but nothing yet. Derek nods at him before he moves closer to him, and Stiles leans forward some before kissing him. Derek makes a surprised noise, it's bit like a squeak, but he kisses him back. Stiles doesn't know why he just decided to kiss him, maybe because he's sad and lonely, or maybe because he just wanted too.
Stiles doesn't know what's come over him, and he moves to kiss him again. He needs this, he needs a distraction at the moment, and Derek smiles as he rolls over on top of Stiles. It's been too long since Derek's fucked, he's not going to cheat on Stiles even they aren't even really married, and Stiles wraps his legs around Derek's waist. "I want to do that again." Stiles says, and Derek chuckles as he moves to nods his head.
"Let me go get some lube and a condom." Derek says, and Stiles nods as he kicks off the blankets to wait for Derek. He takes off his clothes, not wanting to waste time with taking them off, and he throws his boxers into his closet. They land on the top of the open door, and Stiles stares for a second because it's odd that it landed right on the doorway. He turns when Derek walks back in, and Derek licks his lips at the sight of Stiles laying naked on the bed. "You're more gorgeous than I remember." Derek tells him, and Stiles turns towards him.
"Am I?" Stiles asks, turning on his side to face him. Derek looks at him as he drinks him in, and he nods. Stiles' pale body is on display, his eyes are wide as they look at him. Derek's eyes travel down his body, looking at the mole that are splashed over his skin, his pink cock resting against his thigh, and Derek moves to climb onto the bed. Derek runs his hand down Stiles' slightly belly, tracing the line of hairs that lead to his crotch, and Stiles watches him.
Derek's usually not gentle when it comes to sex, but this is different. This is Stiles, and Derek always wants to touch him everywhere he can. Stiles leans over to kiss him, Derek might want to take it slow but Stiles wants him to go faster. Derek drops the lube and condoms on Stiles' bed while he moves straddle him, and Stiles looks up at him. "Are you finally listening to Dr. Deaton? Restoring intimacy to our relationship?" Stiles asks, smiling some. It's not a nice smile, it's more of a mocking one. Derek doesn't like the look at his face, and he kisses him.
Stiles' smiles turns some, and he ruts impatiently against Derek's thigh. Derek smiles against his lips while he kiss him again, and Stiles runs his hands over Derek's strong stomach while he pulls him closer by his belt loops. "Off." Stiles whines, pulling at his pants. Derek nods his head while he takes them off, and Stiles spreads his legs to make room for him. "Faster. I want it." Stiles says, and Derek loves the way Stiles is looking at him.
"Maybe I want to take my time." Derek tells him, smirking as he holds down Stiles' thighs. Stiles bites his lip, he likes Derek being able to hold him down, and he tries to glare at him.
"Maybe I find someone else to do it for me." Stiles tells him, and Derek growls some before moving to kiss him again. Stiles smiles as he kisses him back, he knew that Derek was the jealous type but he had no idea it was like this, and Derek spreads his legs open more. Stiles watches him before moving to look at the ceiling, and he moans when he feels Derek lick at him. "Derek!" Stiles says, trying to get away from the pleasurable sensation.
Derek pulls Stiles closer to him, and Stiles moans out while he tangles his hand in Derek's hair while he licks at him. He's never felt this before, and it's so good that Stiles is panting before Derek even prods his tongue into him. "Derek!" Stiles screams, and Derek runs his hand over Stiles' stomach before pulling away. "Please, fuck me. Please." Stiles says, and Derek nods before he sticks up his fingers before tracing at Stiles' rim.
"Stiles." Derek says, not really wanting anything from him he just wants his attention on him for the moment. Stiles turns to look at him, and Derek leans up to kiss him. Stiles smiles as he kisses him back, and Derek slips his finger into him. Stiles hums at the feeling, it's different when he's not drunk but it's better now, and Derek sucks marks on his leg.
It's not until Derek has three fingers into Stiles does it really start to feel so good, and Stiles is squirming as he gasps and moans. Derek smiles down at him before he moves to line up with him, and Stiles wraps his legs around his waist before he pulls him closer impatiently. Derek smiles at him before he pushes into him, and Stiles throws his head back while he moans. "You still have the tightest ass I've ever fucked." Derek says, and Stiles glares at him.
"Now is not the time to talk about other people you've slept with." Stiles says, and Derek nods before mumbling an apology as he starts to rock. Stiles opens his mouth to tell him that it's okay, but it gets cut off when he feels white hot pleasure coursing through him with ever thrust that Derek gives him. "Oh." Stiles moans, clawing at his back while he moves. Derek smiles as he starts to suck on Stiles' neck making him gasp and rock against him.
"Is this good?" Derek asks him, and Stiles nods his head while he moves to pull Derek closer before kissing him.
"Hold my hips, I like that. Do that." Stiles tells him, and Derek chuckles as he digs his hands into Stiles' hips. Stiles moans, he really likes that, and Derek kisses down his chest while he moves to take Stiles in his hand. Stiles throws his head against the bed with his mouth open in a silence "o" while Derek moves faster and faster in him. "Der, I'm going to come." Stiles whines, and Derek bites down gently on his neck. "Oh!" Stiles cries while he comes.
"Fuck, Stiles. You look so fucking good like this." Derek groans, when Stiles comes and he clenches around him. Derek comes after Stiles, spilling into him since he didn't bother with the condom, and Stiles pants as he relaxes into the bed. His bones are like jello since he's so relaxed, this was such a good idea he thinks, and Derek kisses the side of his face. "That was fun." Derek says, pulling out gently while Stiles winces then scoffs.
"Yeah, well. It was only a one time thing." Stiles tells him, and Derek hums as he looks at all the love bites that Stiles has now against his skin. They really stand out against his pale skin, and Derek doesn't bother to feel guilty about it afterwards. Stiles closes his eyes as he starts to fall asleep, he hasn't been sleeping well since it was the anniversary of his mother's death, and he's just vaguely aware of Derek cleaning him up.
"Get some sleep, love." Derek tells him, and Stiles snorts as he moves to curl into a ball while Derek watches him. Stiles can feel his eyes on him, but he doesn't care as he drifts off to sleep. Derek watches him until Stiles is snoring lightly while he digs his hand into his pillow, and he thinks about moving to go back to his room to take a nap but Stiles throws a hand over his chest before curling closer to him so Derek just settles down again.
Stiles curls his hand into Derek's side while he dreams of nothing, and Derek runs his hand through Stiles' hair as he wonders what this means for them.