The night passed by fast and the morning light peeked through the window's blinds.
As the sun hit Derek's face he realized the position he was in.
His arm where wrapped around a smaller, more fragile body saring the same bed as the black haired werewolf.
The well-built man just laid there, looking at the younger man's sleeping face.
He looked so relaxed and peaceful.
He wasn't used to seeing the boy that relaxed.
Stiles was mostly a rational teenager that wouldn't stop talking and being sarcastic.
The werewolf's green eyes scanned the sleeping boy's face, not missing even a detail.
The brunet's hair was messy, some of his hair covering his eyebrows.
He eyes were closed and the eyelashes were brushing the top of his cheeks as they made a shadow appear beneath them.
His mouth was parted slightly open and his lips were bright pink, making the man want to taste them.
"Stiles would be pretty cute if he was a girl"
The man thought.
The boy started moving as his eyes opened a little, the sun light forcing itself inside the brunet's eyelids.
Derek quickly closed his eyes once more, not sure how he would explain his position to the younger man.
Stiles: aghh.
The honey-brown eyed boy groaned against the other man's chest, not realizing what he was doing.
Stiles: fucking mornings.
He whispered huskily.
As his gaze started to clear he realized the state he was in, bucking up a little he felt the other man's hands around his waist, holding him into place.
He tried to get out from the werewolf's grasp being careful not to wake him up.
His hand were tight around him making it hard for the boy to move let alone get up from the bed that was now his prison.
"Is he really such a heavy sleeper?"
The boy's thoughts were interrupted by the green eyed man waking up for the second time.
Derek: good morning.
Stiles: morning.
Derek looked down at his hand wrapped around the boy's body and let Stiles slip out of his grasp.
Derek: oh sorry.
Derek's hands were still on Stiles' hips making the boy shiver a little feeling the taller man's touch.
Stiles: It's okay...
Derek's hand eventually let Stiles' hips go and the boy got up from the bed, heading inside the bathroom so that he could get ready.
The brunet got inside the bathroom closing his door behind him while stripping his clothes off.
As the fabric he was wearing hit the floor he felt free, a feeling of relief flooding his body.
He now took his boxers off as well remaining completely naked in front of the big, glass box that was called a shower.
Stiles stepped inside the steaming hot water, feeling his muscles relax. The water was making it's way all around the boy's body tickling his skin in the process.
His eyes opened, looking down at his body making a frown.
Stiles: oh fuck.
The short boy's dick was awoken.
Stiles: perfect... just perfect.
The honey-brown eyed man's hand slid down, reaching his attention seeking member to pleasure his needs.
Stiles: aagh fuuck.
The boy's words came out of his mouth as a whisper while his hand was stroking his length slowly teasing himself in the process.
His back was pressed against the wall preventing him from falling backwards.
Stiles: hmmm
After ten minutes the pleasure was too much to handle, making the boy release and take a deep breath trying to keep himself from moaning.
Stiles: fuck.
Derek: Stiles are you okay in there? Did you fall into the toilet?
Stiles: I'm ok. I'll be out in a minute.
The brunet got out of the shower and the warmth left his body.
He wrapped a towel around his waist and brushed his teeth, getting the morning breath out of his mouth.
Stiles got out of the bathroom and looked at the other man sitting on the bed waiting for the boy to finish with the shower.
Stiles: the bathroom is all yours.
Derek: thanks. Hey.
Stiles: what?
Derek: are you okay?
Stiles: yeah, why?
Derek: I could hear your heart beat and it was really fast...
Stiles: yeah I'm ok. Why are you being so nice to me?
Derek: what do you mean?
Stiles: you are acting really strange. Like you care about me or something.
Derek: if trying to be nice is weird then I should probably act like a douche to you.
The black haired man stormed inside the bathroom slamming the door behind him with anger.
Stiles: no I di..
He didn't get to finish as the man was already gone.
Stiles: ...I didn't mean it like that.
Once Derek finished with the bathroom, they all ate breakfast.
The tension was clear between the two men sharing the same room.
Derek: finish breakfast and let's find a plan.
Scott: okay.
Once they finished eating they started talking about what they would do and how they would fight against the enemies.
Derek was about to talk but he was interrupted by Stiles' phone ringing.
Stiles: hello?
Lydia: Stiles ?
Stiles: yeah it's me. What's wrong?
Lydia: what do you mean "what's wrong?". You have been gone for one and a half days.
Stiles: yeah sorry about that. Don't worry I am safe. Scott's with me.
Lydia: baby please tell me were you are.
Stiles: babe I can't tell you. If I tell you they might find us.
Lydia: who will find you?
Stiles: I can't talk right now I have to go. Love you.
Lydia: Love you too.
As the call ended Stiles looked at Scott and then Derek.
Derek looked a little... annoyed?
Jealous?
He couldn't exactly figure out the werewolf's expressions.
Derek: You done?
Stiles: yeah, sorry.
Derek: ok. So as I was saying... I don't think tha-
Stiles phone rang again this time it was a call from his dad.
Derek was ready to attack Stiles but he held himself back knowing that Stiles was human.
Stiles: hey dad. What's up?
Noah: STILES, WERE ARE YOU?
Stiles: dad don't worry I'm okay. Scott is with me. I can't tell you where I am though.
Noah: is Scott the only other person with you?
Stiles: Yes.
Derek was about to speak but with a quick move he covered the black haired man's mouth, preventing him from speaking.
Stiles knew that his father didn't like Derek so he decided to keep the werewolf's presence a secret.
Stiles: look dad, I really have to go.
Noah: ok son, just promise me that you'll be careful. Ok?
Stiles: yes dad, I promise.
The call was ended once more and the brunet removed his hand off of Derek's mouth.
Stiles: sorry.
Derek: As I was saying. I think that it would be best to bring them here where there won't be chan-
Stiles' phone rung once more the caller being Liam.
Stiles: Hey Lia-
Stiles cellphone was snatched out of his hand.
Stiles: what are you doing?
Derek's hand closed tightly around the phone, crushing it in the process.
Stiles: no wait.
Derek let go of the damaged phone, dropping it onto the table.
Derek: There. Problem solved.
Stiles: YOU STUPID FUCK. THE ONLY PICTURE I HAD OF MY MUM WAS IN THERE.
Derek's eyes snapped open realizing the mistake he made.
Derek: I'm so-
Stiles: Don't talk to me.
The brunet run to his room closing the door behind him, not bothered to lock it.
Derek: fuck
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So yeah that what it.
Hope you liked it.
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-Joanna