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Derek focused on the house, listening intently. The Sheriff's car wasn't in the driveway and he could only hear one heartbeat in the house so he assumed Stiles was home alone. He debated for a moment before foregoing the front door and leaping up to Stiles' window. Sliding it open, he ducked his head inside to see Stiles lying on his bed and not looking too well.

After everything that had happened with the Beast, not to mention what happened to Stiles when he was at Malia's, Derek had been worried. A shard of glass through the chest was nothing to laugh at and he'd been waiting for what felt like ages to get to Stiles and check on him.

"Hey," he said softly, sliding inside and closing the window behind him. "How are you feeling?"

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Derek doesn't even need the steady rhythm of Stiles' hand to keep him on track to orgasm. Just watching him, hearing him, smelling him as he climaxed was enough to push him over the edge when Stiles' fingers clench tightly around him.

He doesn't speak, can't utter a word as the orgasm crashes over him, draining every bit of energy and tension out of his body. Even his fear for Stiles' safety, his need to keep him out of pain was tempered by the utter relaxation that came with the orgasm.

Stiles was everything he thought he would be and more. The thought of them doing more than jerking each other off was enough to make his cock twitch again. Groaning softly, he rolled away from Stiles, still panting. "Do you hurt?" he breathed, leaning in to kiss Stiles softly, gently on the lips. "I'm going to get something from the bathroom to clean this up."

His legs feeling boneless, he manages to get to his feet and walk to the bathroom, wetting a washcloth before returning to Stiles. Both of their shorts were kind of a mess now, but he did his best to clean up the worst of it. If there was a part of him that wanted the scent to stay in the air for longer, well Stiles didn't need to know that yet.

The question takes a moment to get through his pleasure-fogged brain, his brows furrowing a little before he remembers that he is injured.

He doesn't hurt, at the moment, but he does feel ashamed. He feels like he pushed Derek into doing something when it had been clear from the get-go that the man had wanted to wait until he was recovered.

"I'm fine, I'm good," he says, smiling a little as he watches Derek leave the room for a few moments. He's quiet when Derek returns and cleans them up, and he feels even more ashamed now. They haven't even had their first date and already Stiles can't do one thing that Derek asks of him.

Derek's brow is furrowed in confusion as he returns the washrag to the bathroom. He had expected Stiles to be more...babbly, after sex, not so quiet and distant. Derek ran the last thirty minutes through his mind, trying to figure out what he'd done wrong. Had he pushed too far? He had said they wouldn't do anything, not while Stiles is hurt anyway.

And he went and did it anyway. Fuck. Stiles probably thought he was a monster with no self control!

He returns to the bedroom and sits on the side of the bed besides Stiles, watching him silently for a moment, trying to figure out what to say. Finally, "Are you sure you're not hurt?" he asks softly, searching Stiles' face. "I know I said I wanted to wait and I shouldn't have pushed you, I'm sorry if I hurt you," he says, searching Stiles' face, hoping he didn't screw everything up. "I...normally have more self control," he finishes lamely.

He's not surprised by the question, he knows Derek worries about him. "Yeah, yeah I'm good." He's sure his body will wake up in a little bit and remind him just how injured he still is, but for now he feels nothing but the hazy afterglow of sex.

Stiles' mouth drops open in surprise when Derek apologizes, and the teen starts shaking his head. "What are you- don't be sorry! I'm the one that pushed you into this- you told me, like a dozen times already, that you wanted to wait but I didn't want to and- it's not your fault, Derek, it's mine. I shouldn't have talked you into it."

"Wait. What?" Derek asks, blinking at Stiles. He's quiet for a minute, then smiles at Stiles. "So we're both apologizing for getting each other off, like it was a bad thing. We need to rethink our priorities," he says, shaking his head. Yeah, he wanted to wait and let things develop a bit between them, but truthfully, he couldn't be upset about this. It just stoked his imagination for what was to come and he wouldn't complain about that.

"I'm not upset," he says, sliding back into bed next to Stiles. "And I don't think you should be either. If nothing else, you should sleep pretty good," he says, nudging him gently. "It's okay," he adds, softly kissing Stiles. "No complaints. At all."

It was amusing, in a way, that they were both apologizing to each other over the same thing. Even if Stiles still felt shitty even though Derek wasn't upset with him.

Stiles curls up next to Derek once the man's settled in bed next to him, and huffs a little laugh at that. "Yeah, I'll sleep wonderfully," he murmurs, already feeling tired and worn out, even though he hadn't done much at all.

"I'll be good from now on, though, okay? Until I'm healed," he says, leaning in to return the kiss, then settles himself and rests his head on the man's shoulder.

"Sounds good," Derek agrees, wondering if they'll both be able to keep to the decision. Derek had just learned he wasn't very good at telling Stiles no, but he still planned to try. And really, they didn't do that much to be upset about, it wasn't like he fucked him into the mattress while he lay there trying to heal.

Derek drains away what little pain he finds to Stiles won't be woken up by it when his body comes down from its endorphin high. Then he lets his hand move slowly up and down Stiles' side in a soothing motion.

"Sleep. I'll make sure to get up before your dad walks in here later."

He can feel Derek draining his pain away only because it makes him feel a little more tired than he had been before, which helps him relax into the mattress, and Derek.

"Mmkay," he murmurs, eyes beginning to droop shut, and in a few moments the teen falls asleep curled against Derek's side, head turned and face pressed against his shoulder and neck as his breathing evens out.

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