Greetings, friends.You all look nice today. This was requested by my friend/babe/inspiration/queen thefiresfromheaven.
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Stiles checks his phone for the second time in a minute, and Derek grabs his hand to intertwine their fingers together as he drives. "You do realize that they're adults, right?" Derek says, his tone fond. Stiles glares at him before squeezing Derek's hand in his, and he checks his phone one more time.
"Do you realize that I haven't seen them in ten whole days? Ten, Derek. I don't need to hear it from you." Stiles says, and Derek chuckles warmly as he kisses Stiles' knuckles in the hand he was holding. Stiles huffs in annoyance, but he sneaks a kiss to Derek's cheek when he isn't looking. "I missed them so much." Stiles whispers, and Derek smiles fondly. "It wasn't the same not having them with us." Stiles adds, and Derek gives him an indignant side look as he makes a turn.
"It must have been so hard for to have your honeymoon in Jamaica with your new husband without them." Derek says, dryly. Stiles looks up from his phone to give him a dirty look, and Derek shrugs his shoulders.
"Just drive." Stiles says, and Derek snorts in amusement while he keeps driving. They're both tired from the flight, packing the night before, and the time difference. Stiles wants to sleep but it's only an hour drive back to the Hale House, and he doesn't want sleep without Derek. "I had fun." Stiles comments, after a while.
"What was your favorite part?" Derek asks, and Stiles grins wickedly before leaning closer to Derek. He brushes his lips over the shell of Derek's ear before pressing an open mouthed kiss to just below Derek's ear, and Derek's shivers. "Stiles, I'm driving." Derek whispers, and Stiles grins before he bites down gently on Derek's neck before soothingly the area with a kiss.
"I like snorkeling, that was fun." Stiles says, laying his head on Derek's shoulder. The sit in silence while Stiles runs his thumb over Derek's palm, and it's so comfortable and right. Stiles hums softly along with the radio, turned at a low volume due to Derek's sensitive ears, and Stiles holds their hands in his lap. "What was your favorite part?" Stiles asks, when they're about ten minutes from home. Stiles texts his father telling him they're home, and that he and Derek will stop by sometime soon.
"The first three days we didn't leave the bed." Derek says, and Stiles swallows thickly at the memory. They were tired from the flight, and the stress of getting ready for the marriage when Derek finally opened the door to their nice hotel room. Stiles flopped down on the bed wanting to sleep for ages when he felt Derek slowly dance his fingers across his back, and before Stiles knew it, he was pinning Derek down on the bed to ride him until they came only seconds apart.
It was like that for days. Just slow fucking and talking about everything under the sun as they enjoyed each other company. Stiles loved every second of his honeymoon, and he plans on talking Derek into going back next year for their anniversary. When they finally come out of the room to swim in the clear ocean, their skins get tanned in sun. Derek had to rub aloe on Stiles' shoulder, his hands moving softly, carefully as he rubs the lotion in. Stiles talked Derek into fucking on the beach when no one was around, the joke was on him he got sand everywhere, and Derek laughed at him.
Derek had them take a cooking class in the town, and Stiles was surprised at how well Derek could cook. That's what Stiles loves most about being with Derek, always learning something new about him. They've been together since Stiles was eighteen, and now years later, Stiles was still learning about his husband. Stiles, surprisingly everyone, was the one who asked Derek to marry him. It wasn't anything special the way Stiles asked. He got the pack out of the house, which was the hardest part, made a nice dinner for both of them. Stiles told Derek how much he loved him, how he loved Derek's pack, how he couldn't live without Derek, and how happy he was being with Derek. Derek listened to everything Stiles told him, listening for the lie or for the joke because this couldn't be real, and when Stiles takes out a box he had the ring in it takes everything Derek has to not faint. Of course, Derek's answer was yes.
Stiles runs his nose over Derek's jaw as his husband pulls into their driveway. The lights in the house are on, Stiles knew they would be waiting for them to come home, and Derek turns off the car. "Don't walk in without me." Derek requests, and Stiles gives him a curious look. They get out together just as the door flies open, and Stiles gets practically tackled to the ground.
"I missed you so much! Never leave again, okay?" Isaac whispers, nuzzling his head into underneath Stiles' chin. Stiles rubs his back while Isaac rumbling happily, and Stiles spots Erica watching them impatiently.
"Isaac! Let me hug him!" She whines, and Isaac doesn't let go of Stiles but he does make room so Erica can attach herself to Stiles. Stiles runs his hand through her curly hair, and she smiles at him. Stiles remembers a time when her smiles would be mocking or cruel; instead, it was now soft and gentle. He's changed them, he knows that he changed Derek, but they've changed him too. Boyd is talking quietly with Derek as Isaac keeps an iron grip on his arm, and Stiles moves to grab some of his luggage.
Stiles is almost knocked off his feet when he feels someone run at him from behind, and he feels someone rub their face on the back of his neck. Stiles laughs brightly as he pats at the familiar looking arm that has wrapped around him. "Hey, Scotty. Missed you too." Stiles says, and Scott mumbles incoherently into Stiles' neck. Scott finally lets him go of Stiles, and Stiles turns to give him a proper hug.
Scott lets him go to give him a bright smile before he rubs his cheeks on Stiles' before taking Stiles' luggage from his hand. "Thank you, Scott." Stiles says, and Scott nods at him. Jackson is waiting on the porch for him, hopping on his toes trying not to look excited to see them, and Stiles waves. Lydia comes to give him a kiss on the cheek, Allison does too, and Stiles playfully ruffles their hair. It's late, they should be asleep, and they go to greet Derek.
Stiles makes he way onto the porch to hug Jackson gently, Jackson wasn't one for open affection, and Jackson hugs him back tightly. "Missed you." Stiles says, and Jackson gives him a surprised look before telling Stiles he missed him too. Jackson was an odd one when it came to emotions, he didn't like to touch and cuddle sometimes, but he greedily takes all of the affection that Stiles gives him.
Derek comes up behind him, he claps Jackson on the shoulder, and he sets down his suitcase on the porch. Stiles gives him a curious look, and Derek swipes Stiles off his feet to carry him bridal style. "What are you doing?" Stiles laughs, and Derek carries him inside.
"Tradition." Derek says, causally, Stiles gives him a fond look while he presses a kiss to the side of Derek's mouth before kissing his lips. Derek kisses him back while he sets Stiles on his feet, and Stiles smiles widely at him. "Welcome home." Derek whispers, and Stiles grins at him before he rubs their noses together. Just before the wedding, Stiles had started moving all of his things into the Hale House from his dorm and John's into Derek and his home. He was tired of moving, it was his last semester but he only had student teaching to do. Stiles still had some boxes that needed unpacking, but he wasn't going to do that for a while.
Stiles walks into the kitchen to see dishes still out, food still out, and the room just looks messy. He wonders what the pack has been eating for the past ten days, he made plenty of food for them to eat while they were gone, and he gives Derek a questioning look. "I'll clean this up in the morning." Stiles says, yawning.
"Or they'll clean it up now." Derek says, turning to find the pack. Stiles grabs his arm to shake his head fondly, the pack would make a bigger mess than they would clean it, plus he knows that they don't mean to messy. "Fine." Derek says, and Stiles drags him into a heated kiss. Stiles groans quietly when Derek holds Stiles' chin in his warm hand to taste him better, and Stiles tangles his hands into Derek shirt to hold on for dear life. Derek would never let him fall, not after all they've been through together, and Derek holds to him. "I love you." Derek whispers, he says like a promise.
"I love you too. So much." Stiles tells him, dragging his lips over Derek's. Derek chases after his lips for a proper kiss, and Stiles grabs his hand in his. "I am ready for bed." Stiles mumbles, and Derek nods his head. "I'm kind of sad that we aren't going to get to wake up to the sound of waves crashing against the beach." Stiles says, and Derek grins at him. Stiles backs Derek up against the kitchen counter before he cages him in with his arms.
"Stiles." Derek sighs out, and Stiles grins at him while he peppers hot kisses along Derek's jawline.
"You know what I'm really going to miss?" Stiles asks, biting Derek's jaw gently while Derek closes his eyes at the sensation. Derek hums in question, and Stiles chuckles while presses Derek harder into the cabinet. Stiles is surprised that the pups haven't been looking for them as soon as they disappeared into the kitchen. "The way you look on top of me on that beach, fucking yourself down on my dick while I held on to you." Stiles whispers, and Derek takes in a sharp breath while Stiles drags his lips ever so slightly over Derek's neck.
"Shh. What would the pups say if they could hear how filthy you talk?" Derek whispers, and Stiles shrugs his shoulders totally unbothered by what Derek just said. "Of course you don't care." Derek says, and Stiles laughs before he kisses Derek one more time.
"I've said too much." Stiles laughs, and Derek rolls his eyes as he goes to search out his pack while Stiles starts to put somethings up in the kitchen. Derek finds most of the pack sitting on the couch while they watched television, and Derek sits in his chair while he listens to Stiles busy himself around the kitchen. "Hey, I'm off to bed." Stiles says, walking into the living room. Isaac hops up to hug him, and Stiles ruffles his hair.
Derek gets up to follow him into their bedroom, waving goodnight to the pups, and he yawns as he goes into the master bedroom. He hears the shower running, and Derek opens up their luggage to put some of their dirty clothes into the laundry basket. Derek strips to his boxers before putting on sweatpants, and he climbs into bed to wait for Stiles. Stiles comes out of the shower fifteen minutes later to jump on the bed in one of Derek's shirts and his boxer shorts, and he crawls clumsily over Derek to reach his side of the bed.
"Goodnight, babe." Stiles says, worming his way under the covers. He flops his head on to his pillow to face Derek, giving him a small private smile before he yawns loudly. Derek pokes his finger in Stiles mouth, causing Stiles to slap his hand away with a glare, and Derek laughs loudly. "Stop." Stiles whines, and Derek rolls over on top of him. Stiles looks away from him with a frown, but Derek knows he isn't really mad at him, and Derek kisses up the side of his face. Stiles continues to ignore him, and Derek rubs his face on Stiles'. His stubble scratching Stiles' pale skin ever so slightly, and Stiles sighs before turning his face to meet Derek's lips for a sweet kiss.
"I love you." Derek tells Stiles, biting down on Stiles' bottom lip gently. Stiles smiles at him while he trails his hands on Derek's stomach, and Derek links his fingers with Stiles'. Derek looks at their hands together where their simple gold bands clink together, and Derek sighs happily.
"I love you too." Stiles says, and Derek rolls off of him before facing him. Stiles is blinking slowly as his breathing slows down, and Derek watches him fondly as he falls asleep. Derek drapes his arm across Stiles' side while he closes his eyes, and he presses one last kiss to Stiles' forehead before he falls in to a peaceful sleep.
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Stiles wakes up to someone shaking him, and he turns to look at his husband blinking sleepily at him. "Really? You couldn't wait until morning? Okay, fine but you should probably top." Stiles says, turning over on his back.
"No, what? No." Derek mumbles, rubbing his eyes. "I hear Isaac walking here." Derek says, and Stiles flops his head over to look at him, but he closes his eyes.
"So? He always does that." Stiles yawns, and he feels Derek touch his face with his large, warm hand.
"I thought you didn't have on boxers." Derek mumbles, already falling back asleep as the door creaks open. Stiles wrinkles his face in confusion, and the bed dips as Isaac crawls in it. Isaac settles with half of his body on Stiles, and the other half on the bed. Stiles wraps his arm around Isaac's back, and Isaac nuzzles his face into Stiles' neck.
"Love you, baby." Stiles whispers to him, and Isaac says it back while his eyes flutter against Stiles' neck and Derek grunts in response as he pats clumsily at Isaac's back. Isaac rumblings in happiness as they fall back asleep.
Stiles opens one of his eyes when the door opens again, and Scott creeps in quietly. The bed digs again when Scott curls behind him to burrow his head into the spot in between Stiles' shoulder blades, and Stiles reaches one of his arms behind him to set it on Scott's thighs. He had shifted into his sleep, and now Isaac was laying on Derek's chest with his legs entangled with Stiles. Scott throws one of his arms around Stiles' middle, and Derek has one of his arms stretched out to touch Stiles' arm.
"Night." Scott mumbles into Stiles' back, and Stiles squeezes his thigh in answer.
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Stiles gets up to go piss in the middle of the night, and when he staggers back to the bed. Erica and Boyd, it's never just Erica or just Boyd, have taken his spot on the large bed. Stiles smiles some before he curls back to wedge himself in between Isaac and Derek. Isaac burrows his head into Stiles' chest while Derek drapes an arm over Stiles. Stiles stretches his arm to lay over Boyd, and he tangles a hand into Erica's loose shirt. He burrows his head into Isaac's sweet smelling hair, and Isaac mouths at his shirt getting drool on it.
Someone with pointy elbows hit Stiles awake the next time, thank you very much Erica, and Stiles finds himself back in his original spot. "Sorry, Stiles." Erica mumbles, curling back into Boyd's chest. Stiles throws the blankets off the bed since he is the only one who uses it, but he doesn't need it when he is surround by warm werewolves.
"It's okay, baby girl." Stiles tell her, petting her hair. She smiles in her sleep, and Stiles blinks himself back to sleep.
Derek wakes up at almost three in the morning when someone puts their cold feet on him, really Lydia, he thinks, and Stiles is curled against him. He lifts his head up to see Isaac pressed against Stiles back, he always had to be touching Stiles when he slept sometimes Stiles would wake and leave his shirt next to him so Isaac would sleep longer, Erica and Boyd are tangled together on the other side of Isaac while Scott is curled around Allison at the end of the bed. Jackson has his arm thrown over Derek to hold onto Stiles' wrist, and Lydia is almost at the foot of the bed.
Stiles sits up in his sleep, and he looks down to see Lydia. He must be worried of her falling off the bed because he reaches down to pull her more on to the bed, and she moves in her sleep to lay on Jackson. Stiles blinks more to himself more before flopping halfway back on Derek with his face buried into Derek's neck, and he kisses Derek's collarbone.
Stiles shivers once in his sleep, and before he can reach for the blanket, Derek and Isaac turn towards him at the same time making a Stiles' sandwich. Stiles sighs happily in his sleep, and Isaac mumbles softly to himself. "Stiles. Stiles. Stiles." Stiles hears, and he wakes with a quiet "um." He looks up to see Jackson shaking him gently.
"What, Jaxs?" Stiles asks, rubbing his eyes.
"I'm thirsty." Jackson says, and Stiles nods. He unwraps Isaac's arm around him to gently turn Isaac over so he is cuddling with Boyd, and he slips quietly out of the massive bed. He stumbles towards the kitchen to the refrigerator, scooting his bare feet on the tile floor, to get a bottle of water. Stiles stalks back into the bed room, and he gently closes the door behind him. He looks to see that everyone has crawled into his and Derek's bed sometime during the night, and he passes the bottle to Jackson. "Thanks." Jackson says, and he nuzzles his head underneath Stiles' chin in thanks.
"You're welcome." Stiles says, he moves awkwardly around as if he isn't sure where to sleep. Erica and Boyd are pressed against Scott's back while Allison reaches across them to hold Erica's hand. Isaac has an arm on Derek's stomach, and Stiles holds his arm up to snake under it to lay on completely on Derek. Isaac puts his arm Stiles' back while he nuzzles his head into under Stiles' arm.
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"Breakfast, Stiles. C'mon, Stiles." Scott says, sitting on Stiles' back trying to shake him awake. Stiles groans in his sleep while trying to bury his head deeper into the pillow he was laying on, it was actually a shirt that was caught up in the covers.
"Jet lag." Stiles whines, and Scott shakes him again.
"We want pancakes. We've had nothing, but cereal and microwave food for ten whole days." Scott whines, and Stiles sighs. He turns over quickly to flip Scott off of him, and he lands on a sleeping Isaac. Isaac sleepily wakes up, and Scott cuddles him in apology.
"Pancakes don't care if you have jet lag." Derek mutters without opening his eyes, and Stiles turns over to give him a closed mouth kiss.
"Scott, you know the rules." Stiles says, stretching his back while he plants his hand on Derek's stomach. Derek moves his hand to hold his husband's, and Scott sits up from where Isaac was holding him to his stomach while they were play fighting.
"Yes, you three were the only ones still asleep. More of us are awake than asleep." Scott says, and Isaac sits up to rub his face in Scott's hair while he hugs him from behind. Stiles sighs in defeat since that was the rule, and Derek smirk at him causing Stiles to pinch his side.
"Fine. I'm up. You get up too, Der." Stiles informs him, and Derek sighs dramatically. Scott and Isaac shove each other playfully as they make their way towards the kitchen. Stiles tries to get up, but Derek drags him back towards him. "The pups need food." Stiles says, and Derek hums. Derek nuzzles his nose into Stiles' hair before trailing kisses down Stiles' shoulder while he runs his thumb along the trail of hair that runs from Stiles' belly button to disappear into his boxers.
Stiles turns his face to kiss Derek, it starts lazy before getting heated when Derek licks into his mouth. Neither man cares that they just woke up, and Stiles runs his hand over Derek's arm the metal of his wedding band licking coolly on Derek's naturally hot skin.
Derek's hand is just starting to drift towards Stiles' boxers when a knock on the door makes Stiles' jump. "Stiles, pancakes!" Isaac says, and Stiles chuckles softly before giving Derek one last peck on the lips.
"Coming, babies!" Stiles says, and he stands to throw on some clothes to go finally make his pup their breakfast.
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