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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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Stiles just grins and puts his phone away, then goes back to eating.

At the question, the teen shrugs. "I guess so? I mean, we had a good talk and got some things off our chests, so, yeah, I think we're in a good place right now."

Derek just nods and starts to fiddle with a pen left on the desk. "How about your nightmares?" he inquires, head cocking to the side as he returns his gaze to Stiles.

Stiles frowns and ducks his head a little before answering. "They're not as bad as they used to be, I guess. I still have some every now and then, but..." He shrugs and trails off.

Derek glances toward the window. "I used to have them...after the fire and after what happened in Mexico. I'd be trapped in burning walls," he admitted softly. "I still get them now and then, but they got better. " He gives Stiles a wry grin. "And at least I'm the age I'm supposed to be. Do you remember having Chinese food with Scott's dad? God I thought you were an asshole," he says, grinning.

Stiles nods, understanding. It was logical for Derek to have nightmares after all of that, after what Kate did to him, then and now. But he thinks it's good that Derek's doing better, and it gives him hope that his own nightmares will fade with time.

The memory makes him laugh, even if it pulls at his wound a little. "Me an asshole!? I didn't even know you could speak Spanish, you dick!"

"Soy un hombre de muchos talentos," Derek says, grinning. "I don't even look like a Miguel you idiot. I'm surprised Scott's dad did arrest both of us on the spot."

Though it really did amuse him now, though at the time he just thought Stiles was slightly crazy. And spastic. And annoying.

Life has a funny way of taking what you think you know and turning it upside down on a regular basis.

"I hate you right now," he says, scowling at the werewolf. "Inside joke that your younger self didn't get." Though he doubts Scott's dad would have arrested them, given that they technically didn't do anything wrong. And his dad would have gotten them out anyway.

"You were pretty cute when you were younger though," Stiles admits, feeling his cheeks warm up at the confession.

"I'm still cute," Derek deadpans, arching an eyebrow in Stiles' direction. "In fact, I have it on good authority that you think I'm hot, actually."

It's nice, how easy teasing Stiles can be. And that blush...he just wanted to lick it.

"You're not wrong," he says with a cheeky grin.

The look Derek gives him makes him laugh a little, how sure he sounds when he says it. "Oh you do, do you? And on who's authority is that, anyway?" Because he's pretty sure no one actually knows about his crush on Derek, or the fact they're kind of dating now.

"You told me," Derek points out, chuckling and moving to sit on the bed beside Stiles. "I mean, maybe not those exact words, but I got the point." He leans down and nuzzles Stiles' neck before pulling back and leaning against the headboard. "And I can smell it on you," he adds, looking smug.

"Oh, oh right, I thought you meant before that," which he did, though he supposed maybe Derek might have known already given the last statement, which he looks so damn proud of.

"That's kind of gross, you know, that you can smell everything," and smell how much Derek turns him on, especially when he does that damn nuzzling thing... that he just did. Ugh.

"Well, you can look and smell but you can't touch," he says, grinning. Not that Stiles wouldn't mind it, but Derek was adamant about not doing anything until his chest wound was healed.

Derek holds up his hands in mock surrender. "I promise, I'll keep my hands to myself." That being said, he lowers his head to kiss Stiles again. Since they were together he figured he had permission to kiss him whenever he wanted.

And he could be good and not touch. Mostly.

He pulls back and breathes, "Sorry," against Stiles' lips. "You're kind of hard to resist, just so you know." Sighing, he leans back and nods towards Stiles' plate. "Finish eating."

"Uh huh, okay," he says, but knows Derek will keep his word. Stiles, however, will have a difficult time with that.

When Derek kisses him, Stiles leans into it and kisses back, groaning softly as he swipes his tongue across the man's lips and delves deeper. He lets out a small sound when Derek pulls away, ending the kiss. "Never be sorry for wanting to kiss me, cuz I'm definitely not," he says, then pouts a little when Derek tells him to finish eating.

"Well, you're pretty irresistible too," he says, then shoves a forkful of omelet into his mouth.

"Look at that, something we have in common," he grins, nudging his knee against Stiles'. "How's your pain? I want you to be able to sleep when you finish." And if he maybe took a nap with Stiles, that was okay too.

At that Stiles just rolls his eyes as he continues to eat.

"It's alright, still hurts. It'll probably ache more when I lay down to get some shut eye." And really, Stiles would not be opposed to Derek napping with him.

Derek nods. "I'll take care of it before you try and sleep," Derek promised. "Would you mind if I took a shower while you're sleeping? I haven't had a chance for one in a couple of days and I don't know how long it's going to be before I can check into a room for the night. I've got clothes in the car."

He figured Stiles wouldn't care, but it was still polite to ask.

"Yeah, yeah it's fine. If you wanna go now you can," Stiles says as he finishes up the food on his plate, able to eat it all. And if he doesn't have to take the painpills, then he'll be able to keep everything down.

Derek reaches out and intertwines his fingers with Stiles before draining away his pain. "When I get out, I might come lay down with you, if that's cool?"

"I am most definitely a-okay with that. One hundred percent," he says, unable to help the way his heart speeds up just a little bit.

He sets the plate, glass and fork aside on his nightstand before laying down, fingers still threaded with Derek's, though he pulls them away a few moments later.

"Go get your stuff and shower, then come lay down with me."

Derek nods, squeezes Stiles hand and rolls from the bed, hurrying to his car to get his stuff. When he comes back, he checks in on Stiles before heading for the shower. It wasn't until he was stripped and under the water that he became aware of how hard he was. Sighing, he forced himself to ignore it, not wanting to get off again unless it was with Stiles.

He rushed through the shower, hurriedly washing his hair and scrubbing down. When he returned to Stiles, he was wearing just a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. Derek slid under the covers and pressed his side against Stiles, resting his hand on Stiles' stomach.

"Alright?"

Stiles was a bundle of nerves the whole time Derek was gone, even when he heard the shower start and the stop sometime later. The teen scooted over in bed to allow room for Derek, and when the man joined him in bed, under the covers with him he let himself relax a little. Derek smelled shower-fresh and it was doing terrible things to him.

"Yeah, yeah I'm good," he said, wondering just how he was going to fall asleep next to Derek without doing anything, especially with Derek's hand on his stomach, a warm weight.

"Though, you should definitely kiss me," he murmured, tilting his head up a little.

"Yeah?" Derek murmurs raising up to brace himself on his elbow to look at Stiles. He looked tired and rather delectable with his hair sticking up in all directions and a small pout in his lips. Lips Derek was finding hard to resist.

For a brief moment, Derek let his control slip, kissing Stiles with a hungry desperation.

"Yeah," Stiles breathed out, and was rewarded when Derek kissed him. Stiles moaned into the man's mouth, his arms coming up to wind around his neck and pull him down closer, despite the slight pain it caused in his shoulder and upper chest.

His hands clung to Derek as he deepened the kiss, panting, tongue licking along Derek's own in a slow tease.

Derek groans, letting his tongue dance with Stiles', forcing his own hips to remain still and not grind against Stiles' thigh. If it weren't for the scent of a relatively fresh wound hitting his nostrils as Stiles shifted, Derek isn't sure he would have been able to keep his promise. But the scent did finally penetrate the haze he was in and he pulled back, panting with his heart pounding double time.

"If you keep making those noises, we're going to be in trouble," he breathed, closing his eyes because the sight of Stiles' needy expression was almost too much. "Fuck, Stiles," he panted, forcing great gasps of air into his lungs.

A little whimper escapes him when Derek pulls away, panting. Stiles is unable to stop his own hips from riding up, pressing against nothing but the heavy blankets over them, though the friction is enough to make him moan.

"Derek," Stiles pants out, hands tugging the man closer. "Please, just... something, please," he whimper-whines.

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