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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Young_Derek_Hale_-_Character, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Fluff, Humor, Fun, Lies, Stiles_is_a_bad_Liar_sometimes, Fake/Pretend
      Relationship, Adorable_Young_Derek, Derek_Is_15, season_4, Things_go_the
      way_I_want_them_to
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-07-23 Updated: 2015-07-29 Chapters: 3/? Words: 6992
****** Always the Babysitter; Sometimes the Baby. ******
by TheMerp
Summary
     Stiles has to watch over Little Derek, but needs to make him trust
     him.. Enter a spur of the moment lie and a surprisingly flirtatious
     young Derek. Nothing Stiles can't handle. Probably.
     Some cute fluff and sexy times, Stiles has to deal with housing Derek
     while he's still young and impressionable.
     ***Newly edited, some stuff was changed, not too drastically, you can
     still read it w/o rereading***
Notes
     So here you go, probably wont be too long but I don't know, Enjoy!
     And also, I have been waiting for the young Derek sterek fics. Where
     are they?? I had to write my own to be happy! if you know of good
     ones telllll meeeeee! Thanks:) also there are some mistakes im too
     lazy to fix, yeah i repeated a line... awkward
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Go Steady *****
Scott and Stiles leaned against the counter in the police station waiting for a
still shockingly young Derek to finish his paper work.
 
“I really shouldn’t have done that.. I lied my ass off in there.” Scott stared
worried at the boy trying to sign the papers as fast as possible and get out of
there finally.
 
Stiles tried to reassure his friend that it was the right thing to do, “Hey
your ass is fine.” when that bit of humor didn’t seem to help he tried a
different route, “Its ok we’ll figure this out in a day or two and everything
will go back to normal.” He gave Scott a pat on the back. “Everyones happy-” he
glanced to Derek, “- well except Derek. Dereks never happy.” Seriously the man-
er, boy?- had never seemed happy, at least not around Stiles. Which was more
often than either of them would like.
 
“You’re probably right-”
 
“I’m always right.” Stiles interrupted earning an eye roll from his friend.
 
“Whatever, I just feel like it would be better if we told the truth, it’s
worked pretty well with everyone else.”
 
“Yeah but Scotty this is Derek Hale. He may be a ridiculously attractive as an
adult but hes a kid now with a more sweet and adorable look to him so don’t let
that fool you, he’s still Derek.” Stiles glared pointedly at the boy and added,
“Mean hurtful Derek.” he had no idea why pointing that out was necessary but
Scott just gave him a weird look and didn’t comment on the slight blush he was
sporting, thank the lord jesus in heaven. Stiles didn’t need any more awkward
conversations shoved into this day.
 
“Um ok, just take Derek to your house and wait for me there I have to go talk
to Peter and figure out what he knows.” Scott turned to leave but Stiles
grabbed his shoulder to stop him.
 
“What!? Why my house? And you know Derek kinda hates me, I don’t see this
ending well.” Stiles whined, he always got stuck with the lame jobs.
 
“My dads staying at my house, what would you tell him? That he’s your cousin
from mexico? And would you rather talk to Peter?”
 
Stiles visibly cringed at the thought, Danny had barely bought it and Scott’s
dad was an FBI agent. Plus Stiles could literally go forever without seeing
Peter again. “Ugh god no! Fine I’ll do it but he doesn’t trust me Scott. What
am I going to tell him? What do I do with him?!”
 
“I don’t know Stiles that’s why you’re the brains of this operation_” Scott
grinned at him, “-as for him not trusting you I have no idea, just don’t piss
him off.”
 
“Easier said than done-” but Stiles was talking to no one because Scott had
disappeared before he turned around. “Freaking werewolves and their stupid
superspeed. I hate babysitting. Every time there’s-”
 
“Who are you babysitting?” Stiles squeaked and clutched his heart when said
“baby” was standing directly behind him listening to his mutterings.
 
He looked him up and down rolling his eyes at the previous question. As if it
wasn’t obvious. “Thats it we’re getting you a bell. Humans have heart attacks
you know.” He started for the door and when baby derek didn’t follow he huffed
in annoyance. He turned to Derek whistling and patting his thigh, “Well come
on. We don’t have all day.” He gestured towards the Door.
 
Derek just glared at him. “I’m not a dog, and why should I follow you? Where’s
the alpha?” he looked around not moving an inch.
 
ok so maybe the dog joke was unnecessary. “Oh wow you’re in the rebellious
teenager phase. Scotts gone and he told me to take you. You should follow me
because you just should ok?” He tried to grab Derek’s wrist but ended up with
his hand instead, stupid depth perception issues, Derek raised an eyebrow but
allowed himself to be led through the door, while Stiles heart pounded in his
chest at the pure awkwardness of the situation. He couldn’t let go now that
would be even more awkward.
 
“I don’t want to go.” Dereks eyebrows settled into a stubborn scowl, but he
didn’t let go of Stiles’ hand. “I don’t know you and I really don’t trust you.
You aren’t even a werewolf.” His air of superiority irked Stiles.
 
“Would you rather I leave you here?” Stiles questioned. Derek didn’t respond
just looked around.
 
Letting go of Derek to open his door for him he finally found it in himself to
take a deep breath. Ok time to think of a somewhat believable lie. Nope it was
time to evade! “Look I’ll explain everything on the way ok?”
 
“Fine.” Derek heaved a sigh but got into the jeep anyways.
 
“Yeah, whatever.” Stiles replied, starting the- scratch that trying to start
the jeeps engine. “Heh.. This doesn’t usually happen to me..” he chuckled at
his own innuendo but Derek just shook his head.
 
“This car is a piece of crap.” he stated bluntly and Stiles gasped, finally
bringing the engine to life with a loud roar.
 
“Whoa. You can walk your wolfy ass to my house or you can apologize to my baby.
And don’t be such a snob.” he patted the dash. “Its okay he didn’t mean it.”
When Stiles refused to pull out (*ahem* of the parking lot, obviously) Derek
gave in and apologized.
 
“Fine, I’m sorry Stiles-” when the driver glared at him he corrected himself in
an over exaggerated tone, “- I mean, “ Stiles’ baby” you are a fine automobile.
There can we go now? I’m starving.”
 
As the jeep left the parking lot stiles muttered to himself angrily, “Oh I have
something you could eat.”
 
“Excuse me?” Derek questioned, knowing full well what he’d said.
 
Stiles groaned internally,stupid werewolf super hearing. “Nothing.” Stiles had
thought derek forgot about his promised explanations when he only occasionally
asked when that building had gotten there and where are the Blockbusters? To
which Stiles just snorted figuring he’d have to show him netflix. But he had no
such luck.
 
“I think you are supposed to be explaining why you’re “babysitting” me and why
I should trust you.” Stiles tried to avoid looking at him but he could feel his
heart pick up and knew Derek could hear it.
 
So now was the time for a patented Stiles Stilinski Lie, okay here goes, “Well.
First of all we do know each other.. Pretty well in fact.” Where was he going
with this? God! Dereks boyishly handsome face was a distraction he didn’t need
right now, Ok hands at ten and two eyes face front.
 
“And?” Derek sounded impatient, like throat rippy impatient. The simple word
nearly made him run off the road. Curse Scott!
 
Exhaling slowly Stiles prepared a story his heart beat picked up again and
Derek tilted his head, looking for all the world like a confused puppy.Time was
running out he needed to make him trust him now! “This is going to sound weird
but.. you and I are sort of.. um.. going steady.” Fuck his life. That was his
idea of a believable lie? and don’t even get him started on the “going steady”
 what is it 1952?
 
Baby Dereks eyebrows shot up so fast Stiles was surprised they didn’t fly off
his head. He started to laugh. Like actual laughter, not the normal stoic
Dereks trying not to find me funny growl but shaking his head and leaning on
the dash laughter. And if Stiles says he isn’t offended it is a blatant lie.
 
“Well thats rude.” Stiles just stared straight trying not to melt of
embarrassment.
 
“I’m sorry. Just let me get this straight.” he tries to compose himself while
stiles just glares at the road, blushing so hard he thinks he might just be
bleeding out his face. “You and ME are together? as in dating. As in we like
make out and do stuff?” Now it was his turn to turn a little pink. “I mean i’m
pretty sure you’re not my type.” He started looking Stiles up and down making
him oddly uncomfortable.
 
“Well then! Thanks for that. And no we don’t really.. *ahem* do stuff… Look
this is a conversation we can have later. Right now I’m a little mad at you.”
he was technically being honest and the hitch in his heart beat could just be
anger or hurt he reasoned. I mean they did.. steadily go places with each other
sometimes? Who was he kidding Derek would never believe that.
 
“Sorry.” He didn’t sound very sorry at all. “It’s just I can’t imagine dating
you.” Noticing Stiles’ grimace he corrected himself, “I mean Its not that
you’re completely undesirable, I just don’t know you.”
 
Stiles didn’t respond; that sounded like a backhanded compliment.
 
They pulled up to the house and made their way inside, Stiles glaring at Derek
when he slammed the jeep’s door a little to hard. “Oh, sorry.” The beta said in
a sarcastic tone following Stiles to the door.
 
Stiles immediately went to the stairs but the whine that escaped Little Dereks
lips stopped him in his tracks. “Ok what now?” he looked around hoping it
wasn’t danger in the form of Kate or anything more or less deadly.
 
“Aren’t you going to feed me?” His eyes were wide lashed fluttering, head
cocked slightly to the right, bottom lip all pouty and Stiles melted, like
actually melted. He could feel his heart pooling in his stomach. No one should
be allowed to make that face. Ever. Was it some sort of werewolf power or just
now that Derek thought they were dating he found it necessary to mess with
stiles’ fragile human being.
 
“What did we say about heart attacks?” he croaked out leaning against the
handrail for support.
Little Derek grinned evilly.
 
“I’m not sure about heart attacks but I do recall you saying you had something
I could eat.” He accompanied the statement with a pointed look to the lower
half of Stiles' body; that plus the way he said it made Stiles think they
weren’t just talking about food. And it bothered him that he couldn't tell what
was motivating this behavior. Was it actual interest? Or was he just messing
with him?
 
He gulped, why did he say boyfriend, what was this a romantic comedy? Friend
would have done fine. He righted himself trying to regain some semblance of
control especially with the realization that he may find Derek a little more
than objectively attractive. Even if he was suddenly only 15. He decided to
think it wasn't weird because Derek was in fact much older than him. Which made
it weird in another way...
 
“You can make your own food, I’m not your mother.” He pointed to the kitchen,
but when Derek bit his lip and whined again he caved. “Jesus fine! But only
because that was adorable. And stop flirting with me.” he stormed to the
kitchen and got out all the fixings for a sandwich while derek sat on a stool
by the island secretly checking out his ass when he bent over to pick something
up.
 
“Why? You may not be my mother but you are my boyfriend," Derek looked at him
unconvinced, "Isn’t that what you do when you’re, what was it you said? ‘Going
steady’?” Derek chuckled at the outdated term.
 
Stiles hadn’t thought about that. “Yeah well I’m mad at you. And we’re in the
middle of a crisis. Now here’s your goddamn sandwich, you better enjoy it
because it’s the last one I’ll ever make you.” They sat there in relative
silence while Derek wolfed down, no pun intended, his snack. When he finally
finished he fixed Stiles with a pleading stare. “You want another don’t you?”
When Derek grinned and nodded Stiles couldn’t say no. So much for the last one.
 
“Ok now that you are satisfied, I have some work to do, follow me.” He made his
way to his room hearing Derek say something about satisfaction that he chose to
ignore. Sitting down in his computer chair he opened up his laptop, Derek
trailing in behind him looking around at the posters and miscellaneous items
lying around. “Huh, it’s weird having you use the door. I don’t think you ever
have.”
 
“What?” Stiles turned to explain.
 
“Yeah you usually come in through the window.” He shuddered at the memories.
 
“Hmm sounds illicit.” Derek replied looking from the window to the bed.
 
“Trust me it’s not.” Stiles said under his breath.
 
Derek raised an eyebrow. “Why not? I got the sense that your dad doesn’t like
me much, is that it?”
 
Hmm good cover and he hadn’t even come up with it, “Yeah, he doesn’t really
like you much, so I tell him we’re just friends.” Still not an outright lie.
"So usually when you're here he's not or he doesn't know.
 
Derek nodded, “So do we just sneak around.” The way he was cataloging his body
made stiles uncomfortable enough to swivel his chair around.
 
*ahem* “Sort of.” Stiles didn’t look at him. He felt Derek's weight leaning on
the chair and hear his voice right next to his ear.
A finger trailed up the column of his neck, lips spoke so close to his skin
that Stiles could feel a hot rush of air and the soft brush of them heating up
his body involuntarily. "So, I just sneak in and have my way with the sheriffs
son and hes none the wiser? " Stiles was frozen. Those devilish lips were
lightly tracing his jaw before continuing. "Mm, I bet its hard for you to keep
quiet. You seem like a screamer." He punctuated his musings with a not so
playful bite to Stiles' neck causing him to yelp loudly, proving his point.
Stiles regained his senses long enough to shove the chair back and push Derek
away. All the while trying to hide just how much the words and contact had
effected him. God he was such a virgin, but then again who could really resist
Derek Hale?
"Okay touchy that's enough. And I will have you know that I am not a
'screamer', thank you very much."
 
"Whatever I can smell how much you liked it." He inhaled deeply, eyes
fluttering like he enjoyed it a little too much. “But, if you're not going to
be any fun then, can I take a shower? I’ve been running around all day and I’m
kinda tense.” Stiles scrutinized Derek who looked at him innocently.
 
He pondered his options. “I’m not really supposed to let you out of my sight.”
He was surprised that this young Derek asked for things and didn’t just demand
what he wanted, he’d really changed a lot. Obviously more sexually driven now,
he thought to himself.
 
The young wolf walked over to where stiles sat and put both hands on the
armrests of the chair, leaning into Stiles’ personal space, making his heart
rate rise yet again with that half smirk that was just so Derek. “Well you
could always shower with me.” His voice had lowered and his eyes seemed a
little too bright, almost blue.
 
Nope nope nope. This was not happening. Stiles was not imagining them in the
shower.. naked.. wet. Oh dear god he really wanted to see droplets of water
roll over those abs. He fought to regain control over his dick, he was .already
half hard from Derek's previous flirtations, and he did not need to go full
mast right now. Really. Plus, he reminded himself again, this Derek was like 15
and that was not really okay. I mean better than their usual age difference but
still.
 
He put his hands on Derek’s chest giving a gentle shove trying to reclaim his
breathing space, he let himself be pushed back. Smiling his stupid pretty
smile. “I don’t think thats a good idea.” Stiles voice came out a little higher
and a lot breathier than he would have liked but at least he had avoided
embarrassing himself… sort of.
 
“Ugh. Fine.” Stiles shoved a towel into his hands and pushed him out the door
pointing to the bathroom door down the hall. Back in his room he heard Derek
call out to him “Open the window would you? Your room reeks of your sexual
frustration; its going to drive me insane.” Then the door closed and Stiles was
frozen in horror.

All but running to the window he tried to throw it open fumbling with the lock
and cursing himself. Did his room really smell like sexual frustration? Oh god
how awkward. He wasn’t frustrated was he? Gah. So rude. He was wrong. Derek
didn’t change that much.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Sorry this took a long time. I just have no idea what I'm doing with
     this story!
Stiles didn't know what to do with himself while Derek was in the shower, so he
settled for reading and getting updates from Scott, more like bombarding Scott
with texts until he finally responded.  He knew he should probably inform Scott
of his mishaps but he wasn't sure his friend would understand what had
compelled him to do what he’d done. In fact Stiles wasn't sure he himself knew.
 
Giving his incessant messaging a rest he picked up the latest book they were
reading in his English class, figuring if he couldn’t do anything to help Scott
he could at least get some work done.
 
His efforts were in vain; after rereading the same page for five minutes he
figured it was a lost cause and decided to give up, nothing was absorbing.
*BZZZZZ* Even though he was waiting for it the bleep from his phone nearly made
him jump out of his skin.
 
From Scott: Following lead. Gonna be a while.
 
To Scott: What do I do with the puppy?
 
From Scott: You’ll just have to let him sleep with you tonight.
 
Stiles rolled his eyes and let out a snort, Scott had no idea how close to home
that hit.
 
To Scott: If my alpha commands it.
 
From Scott: Shut up you know what I meant.
 
Instead of responding he spun around in his chair a couple times then settled
on resting his head on top of the pile of books strewn haphazardly over his
desk. Stiles really couldn’t believe his luck, or lack of therein. This day had
quickly become one of the strangest and most confusing of the past few years
and he and Scott have been through plenty of strange things.
 
He and Derek had never had the best relationship.. they could be called,
tentative friends?.. Who was he kidding? They were resentful acquaintances at
best. Now he had to pretend to like him. But that wasn’t really true. If he was
being honest he liked Derek. He was charming, okay? In a “make a wrong move and
I’ll murder you” sort of way.
 
As if on queue Derek walked in shaking his hair like a puppy after a bath. It
was too cute Stiles decided. Like, unnaturally so, he wasn’t sure how he felt
about it. “Whoa, don’t get water everywhere!” was the only thing he could think
of to say before he, appreciatively,  noticed the lack of clothing on the boy.
“And why for the love of god are you naked!?” He covered his eyes quickly.
Trying to forget the way a few stray drops of water rolled down his chest and
over his abs.
 
Even as a teenager Derek's lean musculature was stupidly perfect.
 
“Calm down. I’m wearing a towel.” He wiggled his hips to accentuate the fact,
as Stiles saw through covertly spread fingers. “I need some clothes. Mine
aren’t really made for sleeping.”
 
Oh, that actually made sense. “Just look in the dresser. And why do you assume
you’re sleeping here?” Derek rolled his eyes and while he rummaged around
Stiles reminisced, “You know, the last time I let you wear my clothes I was
making you change in front of my gay friend Danny, we needed something from
him.” Derek laughed, Stiles could get used to the sound.
 
“Oh? and how did I feel about that?” he questioned pulling on a pair of loose
fitting sweats bypassing the shirts and underwear. Oh dear.
 
“Ha, well you slammed my head into the steering wheel of the jeep, so i’m
thinking not good.” Derek nodded.
 
“Yeah that sounds like something I would do.” He reached out took the book
stiles had picked up. Closing it and setting it on the desk. “But I don’t know
why I would to you. Especially if your plan worked.” His gaze was not to be
described as anything but sweet and admiring while he looked Stiles over
settling on his face. “I can imagine I wouldn’t want to ruin your pretty face.”
He Smiled brightly. And Stiles couldn’t help the giggle that built up in his
throat and the blush that stained his cheeks, before he realized what he was
doing.
 
“Hey! I said no flirting.” Even though his  heart had stopped at the
compliment. “Plus you said I wasn’t your type..” He really wanted to close the
space between them, Stiles’ wouldn’t have thought himself an easy lay, but a
little bit of flirting and well timed compliments he was so ready to go. But,
alas, Derek would kill him when they turned him back if he let this go too
far.. Hell he might kill him anyways.
 
“I lied. You took me by surprise. And why do I get the feeling  you’d prefer it
if you weren’t my type? He took a few steps closer to where stiles was sitting
so he opted to jump up.
 
“Well I’m going to go take a shower now.” Smooth, top shelf avoidance right
there.
 
“How will you keep an eye on me?” Derek smirked. Bastard, Stiles hadn’t thought
about that..
 
“I won’t I’m going to keep and ear on you.” Derek looked at him quizzically,
“You are going to sit outside and talk to me the whole time.” He was very proud
of that plan.
 
“Okay.” Derek said. He agreed a little too easily.
 
“OK??” Stiles agreed suspiciously grabbing some pajama clothes and heading for
the bathroom, Derek followed him.
 
“Will you be able to hear me over the shower?” Derek asked innocently. “I mean
i’m a werewolf and I could barely hear you earlier.” Hear him what shuffling
around?
 
Stiles huffed in annoyance. “Well what do you suggest?”
 
“I could sit in the bathroom with you.” He continued seeing Stiles’ widened
eyes. “C’mon I’m sure I've seen you naked before right? and if you’re so intent
on making sure I don’t disappear then what’s the problem?”
 
Sighing in defeat stiles answered; “No you havent.. we’re taking things slow..”
He narrowed his eyes “Very slow. Fine but you have to close your eyes.” He knew
he was making a mistake but, what’s the worst that could happen? (a painful
werewolf death..)
 
Instead of virtually stripping for Derek stiles got into the shower sliding the
glass door closed before taking them off and tossing them over the top. He
hoped the opaqueness of the glass would conceal most of his body, save for the
blurry human shaped outline. Turning on the spray Stiles let out a content
moan, he’d been tense all day and the heat was relieving some of the tension.
The little whine he heard Derek make was enough to make him remember there was
another sort of tension he wanted to relieve
 
*ahem* “Start talking.” Stiles said gruffly.
 
“About what?” Derek asked and his voice sounded a little growly, it reminded
stiles of the time Derek had shoved him against the wall (all the times),
thinking about Derek's muscles against his own softer form made him feel a
twitch in a place he shouldn’t.
 
“Uhm.... Do you like cheese?” Stiles responded. “My favorite's gouda.” He
laughed to himself.
 
“What are you talking about?” Derek sounded like he thought stiles was crazy.
Then it occurred to him that he probably hadn’t seen She’s the Man.
 
“Never mind you wouldn’t get it..” he started rinsing the shampoo out of his
hair and waited for Derek to start conversation. Why did he have to do
everything around here?
 
“How long have you known Scott?” he questioned nonchalantly.
 
“Forever… I guess since we were kids? Our parents were friends and we went to
school together, we were like instant friends, you know?” It was nice to think
about earlier less supernatural times.
 
“Hmm, neither of you have siblings?” Derek asked.
 
“Nope.”
 
“I can’t imagine what i’d do without my brothers and sisters.” He responded
with more feeling than Stiles had ever heard from the man and it made his heart
sink.
 
“Listen Derek..” He didn’t know what he planned to tell him. But he knew the
boys family was gone. Before he could even blink the atmosphere changed.
 
“You’re taking too long do you need my help?” Suddenly the door to the shower
was sliding open and- A ringing filled his ears and he was bolting upright  at
his desk.
 
“Jesus! Hello?” he picked up his phone without even looking at the caller ID.
 
“No, not Jesus just Dad.” His dads voice came through the other end. As
frustrated as Stiles was at being woken up, when had he even fallen asleep? He
had to focus on the conversation. And the fact that Derek wasn’t back in his
room yet and it was dark outside his window.
 
“Ha. Ha. Dad you’re hilarious. What’s up?” He tried to sound casual while he
hurried to the bathroom, only to find it empty and then dashed through the
house checking all the rooms for the annoying little werewolf that was fast
becoming more trouble than stiles thought he was worth.
 
“Just checking up. Making sure everything's OK with Derek. You guys are
behaving right?” What kind of question was that?
 
“Yeah we’re fine, we- I mean he took a shower. Now he’s… napping.” Stiles
rounded the corner into the living area and spotted Derek fast asleep on the
couch. “Look, Dad i’m tired and I've got some stuff to take care of so i’ll see
you later, love you.” After his dad affirmed the goodbye styles hung up and set
his phone on the table.
 
Rounding the couch Stiles reached out to shake Derek awake, but before his hand
even touched down his werewolf reflexes kicked in and a lightning fast hand was
wrapping securely around Stiles' wrist.
 
Stiles gasped, looking up from Derek’s hand to his face. Before he knew what
was happening he was pulled onto the couch and effectively half straddling
Derek who, judging by the grin on his face, was rather pleased with the
position.
 
“Derek wha-” suddenly Derek's mouth was on his, a soft wet tongue parting his
own lips insistently; a hand was securely tangled in his hair while the other
spanned his back getting dangerously close to the curve of his ass.
 
Despite the fact that he knew there was no chance he gave a, weak, effort to
pull  away. But still coming down from the high of his almost dream he decided
to just give in. He let one of his hands sidle its way between their bodies and
under Derek’s shirt, reveling in the moan he gave. In a moment of rash decision
he pushed his hand down slipping past the teens waistband and cupped his semi-
hard length through the boxers he was wearing, his dream had been wrong.
 
Derek bucked up into him crying out in pleasure when stiles squeezed his balls
through the fabric, he turned his head in the process so Stiles attached his
lips to the soft curve of his throat, licking and nipping leaving a trail of
disappearing love bites and saliva on his way to the collarbone.
 
all at once stiles pulled his hand out of Derek's pants and sat up. “Take your
shirt off.” He commanded and ground his hips down to accentuate the urgency of
the situation. Derek complied half sitting up and Stiles scooted back to give
him room moving to pull off his own. As quick as they had parted they were back
together, stiles latched his lips onto one of Derek's perfect pink nipples.
Arching his back and whining the teen clawed (literally) at the couch as
Stiles' lips moved lower. Tongue tracing his abs, pausing to bite and suck a
fast disappearing hickey into his ribs. The way Derek said his name, all
breathy and needy made Stiles feel like he never knew was possible. It also
made him completely forget any consequences there may be for his actions.
Stiles placed open mouth kisses down from his navel along the well developed
happy trail. He looked up to meet Derek's eyes as he slowly pulled down the
boys sweats and boxers at the same time. Looking down he got his first glimpse
at the leaking cock of his pretend boyfriend, of course he was well endowed
too. Stiles let out a whine when he noticed it was uncut.
"Why is everything about you so beautiful?" he asked not allowing time for him
to answer before his lips were enveloping the head and Derek was calling out
and sliding his hands into Stiles' hair.
 
And that's what Scott, Peter, Kira and Malia walked in on. Stiles, lips wrapped
around baby Derek's dick.

“Stiles what the-”
***** Chapter Tree *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry this took so long. I'm the worst. There will be more, hopefully
     soon, but I wanted to get this chapter up. Thank you for the comments
     they make me write (however slow I may be). The show has been so
     disappointing its been difficult to keep up with writing and staying
     interested.
“Stiles what the-” Scott seemed to be at a loss for words. But Stiles was too
busy launching himself off Derek and over the coffee table, arms getting
tangled in his shirt, to come up with an excuse for what they had just
witnessed.
After a few moments he was once again upright and Derek was fully clothed they
all had a very uncomfortable staring contest. No one seemed willing to break
it. They had all just seen Derek's Dick and there was no denying it. Stiles
looked from Derek to Scott, while his friend’s eyes darted between Malia,
Stiles, and Derek. The magically young werewolf chose to exasperatedly stared
between Scott and Stiles. Stiles could imagine why he might be confused. After
all it would be fairly normal for this to happen, albeit a little more than
awkward, if they were dating, but everyone was acting as though he had two
heads.
Deciding their little game had gone on too long Peter broke the silence.
After an unnecessarily loud exhale, “So, bathrooms this way?” Peter exited the
room as though this was the least interesting thing he’d witnessed all year…
which it probably was. I mean they’d seen two guys meld into one and his
English teacher turn into a hideous monster; what was Stiles molesting his de-
aged nephew compared to that?
Apparently Scott did not see it that way though. Nor did Malia, if her confused
expression was anything to go by.
“Scott I can explain!” Stiles started, then fell short everyone’s eyes now on
him, maybe he couldn’t. “Okay, maybe it’ll take me a minute.” He laughed
nervously.
Derek looked a little unsure. “I take it they don’t know?” he asked. Looking to
stiles for confirmation.
“Know what?!” Scott seemed to have found his voice, looking equal parts
confused and angry.
Taking that as his queue Stiles jumped up and dragged Scott out the front door
slamming it behind him and leaving a stony faced teenage Derek sitting on his
couch still without a shirt. Stiles almost started to explain but stopped
himself when he realized Derek could hear him.
Scott gave him a look that said “Well?”
“Ok, so… Lets go for a drive.” Once in the car, a good mile and a half away
stiles began to explain, “I had to tell him something!” throwing up his arms,
as though he expected Scott to understand.
“What, so you told him sucking his dick would fix his memories?!” Scott said in
an incredulously loud whisper. “Dude, how could you take advantage of him like
that? Plus, Derek’s gonna kill you!” he gestured towards the direction of the
house.
“What! Noooo! How could you even think i’d do something like that?” Stiles
shuddered, he took some low roads but not that low. “I told him we were dating
to get him to trust me! He refused to leave the station with me unless I gave
him a reason.” He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You
told me to think of something and I did, ok? But he’s so different than you
would think..”
He watched as realization dawned on his friend. “That still doesn’t explain
what we walked in on! Couldn’t you just say you were waiting for marriage or
something?”
“Oh poor sweet naive Scott.” Stiles shook his head and considered, “Well.. he
was really flirtatious.. and I would totally not expect Derek to be like
that..” He paused smiling fondly till he saw Scott’s motion to move on, “I mean
come on do you honestly think I would try to seduce Derek of all people? I mean
sure he’s attractive.. but really. You’ve met the guy! And it’s not like we
even like each other.. plus he would never like me, right? I mean the real him,
so...” he looked up at his friend letting his ramblings dwindle, at least
having the good grace to look guilty.
.
“Do you really not see what’s wrong with this? You aren't even gay!” Scott
fixed him with a disapproving stare. Stiles shrugged, looking away.
“I did what I had to do!” he said, a little more drama than necessary, starting
the engine and heading back towards the house.
“Yeah, and then some.” Scott added under his breath.
“I heard that without werewolf hearing.” Stiles glared at the road. Why was it
whenever he tried to help something like this happened? OK maybe not exactly
like the situation he was in now, but something went wrong in any case.
“So am I supposed to pretend I know about you two now?” Scott questioned.
“Uhm I guess you could act like I just came out to you..” They both sat in
silence for a moment, this was quickly becoming a theme of the night.
“Did you?” Scott cleared his throat.
“I guess.” Stiles kept his eyes on the road. He knew his friend would always
support him but it was still an awkward conversation.
“OK, then it won’t be a lie and he shouldn’t notice. I’m glad you finally told
me buddy. I’ve been waiting for a while.” He reassuringly patted Stiles’
shoulder.
“Geez, can I have no secrets?” They both laughed, “It’s not that I didn’t trust
you or anything I’ve just been trying to figure it out, you know?” Stiles had
wondered about his sexuality for a while, it was like everybody was hot and he
didn’t particularly care what gender they were.
“I get it man, i’m always here though, whenever you need me.” Stiles pulled
into the driveway and looked his best friend in the eye.
“It’s getting a little too sappy in here, lets hug it out and go inside to
stitch up this mess.” And they did.
When Stiles pushed open the front door he immediately took in the scene before
him. Peter and Derek sitting facing each other on two dining room chairs, Derek
occasionally poking peters face or bicep, while the man rolled his eyes.
“Stiles is this really my uncle?” Derek asked not breaking his focus on the
perceived impostor.
“Um, I haven’t seen the family tree but that’s what you’ve told us.” He pointed
over at Malia, “And that’s your cousin, Peter’s daughter.”
Derek spared her a glance, “You have a daughter? Damn, you’re old!” Derek
grinned obviously enjoying this bit of information. Stiles was glad that Derek
had lost his glum mood and erection, all while gaining a shirt.
“Haha.” Peter glared at the boy but there wasn’t much fire in it.
“Why are you so old? What happened?” He looked at Scott then to Stiles for an
answer. “And where did you go?”
Now it was Stiles turn to sigh, “OK so there's some stuff we have to explain to
you.” He looked at Scott for confirmation that he should proceed; the small nod
he gave was enough. “I had to go tell Scott about our relationship and me..
That's why we left.” He gestured to himself, technically not a lie so it seemed
to pass. “But that’s not what’s really important right now.” His voice cracked
a little. The prospect of breaking this horrible news to a boy who had already
gone through it once was heartbreaking.
Honestly it didn’t seem like the best time. So he decided to stick to half
truths. “You remember Kate Argent?” Stiles asked and Derek nodded looking
slightly uncomfortable.
“What about her?” He looked around the room waiting for an answer.
“She sort of magically de-aged you…” Stiles stared at him waiting for a
reaction.
“What? Is that even possible? Why?” Momentarily distracted by Derek’s
expressive eyebrows, it took Stiles a moment to realize that everyone was
waiting for him to continue.
“Yeah, that's why we were in mexico, some sort of ancient ruin whatnot, i’m not
exactly an expert. As for why?” He looked around for help on that one, waiting
till Peter chimed in.
“We assume it was in an effort to get you to trust her again. We think she
wants something, but we’re not sure what. Yet.” Then it was Scott’s turn to be
helpful.
“But we are looking, and for now we have to keep you safe because whatever it
is she wants, you seem to be an important part of it.” He looked awkwardly at
Stiles. “That’s why I left you with your.. Um, Stiles. I doubt she’d look
here.”
Stiles rolled his eyes, the fact that they’d all converged here could be a tell
tale sign. But he kept his thoughts to himself.
“Well how old am I?” Derek asked.
“Probably like 25 give or take, i’m not really sure.” Stiles responded
nonchalantly.
“You’re not sure? Stiles, you’re 17 and you are dating a 25 year old man?”
Malia made a noise in the corner and Derek shot her a look. “I'm starting to
see why you wouldn’t want to tell your dad. He’d probably be right to shoot
me!” Scott looked increasingly more uncomfortable and Malia slightly angrier
with each passing moment. “This totally explains the no sex thing. You’re
jailbait!”
“Oh my god! Derek lets not air all our dirty laundry in the dining room ok!” A
blush covered Stiles’ cheeks and he covered his face with his hands.
“It certainly didn’t look that way earlier.” Peter interjected. “Though I
suppose Derek’s predicament offers a convenient loophole for the both of you.”
Malia moved across the room to stand by stiles, as she did Derek gave an
audible sniff. Suddenly Stiles was up and being tossed against the wall. “You
were with him and me at the same time?” She was angry, maybe rightfully so, but
not really because stiles never said anything would really happen between them
and he wasn’t technically actually seeing Derek.
Before Stiles even had time to formulate an answer Derek had pulled Malia back
eyes glowing blue. “Oh Jesus!” Stiles tried to grab him but the young werewolf
shook him off easily. Before Scott could get between them he had shoved her to
the ground her claws making a long stripe of red down his arm.
“Never threaten him again.” Derek growled and when she tried to rebound Scott
finally kicked into action and howled them both into submission.
“Thanks for the help Peter it was much needed.” Stiles shot a glare at the man
onlooking casually.
Peter just shrugged and wore his trademark smirk, “You looked like you had it
handled.” By now both teens were having a glaring contest over the alpha’s
shoulder. “Okay that's enough teen drama for one night. Malia we’re leaving.”
She started to protest but Peter grabbed her by the arm and all but dragged her
from the house. Stiles ran to the door and stopped them for a moment.
“Malia, I owe you an explanation but I think it will have to wait; i’m sorry
that I caught you off guard.” He tried to placate her so that she wouldn’t be
tempted to rip his lungs out later. Instead of responding she leaned forward
and kissed him hard before her disgruntled looking father pushed her out the
door, glaring at Stiles as he went.
Plopping himself down on the couch Stiles successfully ignored Derek’s growl
and Scott’s warning. “I guess I owe you an explanation too.” he said though his
words were muffled by the arm thrown over his face.
“I’d say so.” Derek responded, still across the room.
“That can wait.” Scott said, hoping they could put all this off indefinitely
and focus on more important things. “Right now, you are coming home with me. My
mom is expecting us and my dad’s not coming over tonight.”
“Why am I not staying here? I want to be with Stiles.” Derek said indignantly
and stiles groaned on the couch, he was sure they could both smell the spike of
arousal that coursed through him at the thought.
“Haha. No. We’ve all seen how that went down the first time, a little far if
you ask me. Plus I don’t trust you to stick to your own rules.” He looked
pointedly at Stiles who rolled his eyes and stood up.
“Look maybe it’s for the best.” He was a little disappointed too.
“Can’t you just come with us? What if something happens to you?” Derek’s
eyebrows knit together in worry.
“Umm..” Stiles looked to his friend for an answer.
“Oh whatever, its not like my mom will care.”
“Ok I guess i’ll go get my stuff and call my dad.”
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