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OK I really need to know who the author of these books are. FRI agents are just hot.
Julie James. The FBI agents in her books are really hot ;) Here's the goodreads page although you should probably read Pratice makes Perfect before you read book #5 (It Happened One Weding).
i can't even move on from that picture. like time has just kind of stopped.
Last one. I posted this before, but it was really late at night and I don't think anyone saw it. Basically, a 007 Teen Wolf Sterek crossover. Blacknwhitecow, can I just take a minute and say thank you? Even though I'm rubbish and terrible at getting these out to you in a reasonable fashion, you continue to prompt me and you always seem to like the fills. So thank you for sticking with me and not hating me. You are a wonderful person.
"005 reporting for duty." Stiles, or "S" as he went by in Q branch, looked up from his desk at the agent now standing in front of Q. He had to fight to keep his jaw from dropping open. The agent was hot. Like drop dead gorgeous, bang him against any and every available surface hot. Stiles would even go so far as to say he was better looking than 007, and that was saying something. The guy had to be new, because stile hadn't seen him around before.
"Ah yes. 005, pleasure to meet you. Here's your gun, your radio, and the memory stick you'll need in order to transfer the information over to us. I do believe that's everything. I'll be in your ear the whole time. Good luck out there, Hale. Do return the equipment in one piece," Q replied. As the agent turned to leave the room, he caught Stiles’s eye and winked. Caught by surprise, Stiles whipped his chair around and accidentally slammed into his own desk. He didn't even know 005's first name an already he was in deep, if his reaction was anything to go by.
Xxxxx
It had been several months since his first mission, and Derek believed he was doing rather well as a double-oh. So far he had escaped anything fatal and had a relatively high success rate in his missions. He was welcomed by the other agents and was respected by everyone else. There was just one person that seemed determined to piss him off as much as possible, one of the Q branch techs. Derek couldn't deny that S was good looking. He also couldn't deny that he was damn annoying. Snarky, flippant, easily excitable, and had a strange habit either disappearing, breaking something, or hurting himself whenever Derek walked in. He was, however, good at his job. He was full of information about almost anything and was the go-to guy if you needed something looked up or researched. He seemed pretty easy going and friendly with others. Especially Scott McCall, aka 003. From what Derek could tell, they were really good friends even outside of work. So why did it seem like S enjoyed making Derek's life a living hell? All they ever did was snark at each other, back as forth. S would make fun of the agent, calling him "sourwolf," of all things, saying he looked grumpy all the time, he should smile more, blah blah blah. So, in return, Derek would return broken equipment, knowing that S would be the one that had to fix it, would make him research something a second time because Derek purposely left out important details or thought the information was wrong. They called each other names and shouted at each other constantly. All in all, it wasn't a very good working relationship and it pissed off everyone around them. 007 had threatened to jam Derek's gun and Q told Stiles that he would give his computer a virus if it didn't stop. They tried, really, it just didn't work.
Xxxxxx
"Dammit 005! Can't you return a piece of equipment that hasn't been broken? Just once, is that really too much to ask? Jesus, it's like dealing with a child." Stiles had officially had it. The mission should have been simple, even with Hale being assigned to it. Why Stiles had believed it would really be that easy was beyond him. Hale had brought back his gun and radio in fragments. Less than half of the weapon had come back and the radio was beyond help now.
"It's not my fault you can't make a weapon properly. I honestly don't know why you're even in Q branch," Derek retorted. The second the words were out, he regretted them. "Look, S-" It was too late. The words had hurt Stiles more than Derek could guess, and he was thoroughly pissed off now.
"Get out 005. Find yourself another tech, we're done here."
"Wait, I didn't-"
"GET OUT!" Stiles grabbed the nearest object, which happened to be an empty mug, and threw it at the agent.
"That wasn't meant for me was it?" Derek couldn't believe it. The cup had missed him, but not by much. Had he really angered S this badly?
"Come on, 005. Time to go." Bond grabbed Derek by his arms and led him away from the desk. When had he gotten there? Q must have called him for backup. Derek left quietly, still thinking about the look on S’s face. He had looked absolutely gutted. Derek felt sick.
Xxxxxx
Q branch was quiet, almost everyone on lunch break for once. Stiles had been ordered to stay and finish up what should have been a simple coding program, finished in less than 20 minutes. Instead, it had taken him nearly two hours to complete because every so often he would hit a ridiculous snag that would take him forever to fix. He sighed. He was tired and starving and completely annoyed. He grumbled to show his annoyance and stabbed his keyboard.
“Having trouble?” Stiles so did not scream and whirled around, managing to bang his elbow into his desk. Derek raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms.
“Stupid double-oh’s, thinking they’re so cool just because they can sneak up on people,” Stiles muttered.
“Can I talk to you for a minute?” Derek asked, dropping his arms. He relaxed his stance so he wouldn’t put S in a worse mood. The tech’s brows drew together and he opened his mouth as if to say something rude and tell him to leave. Instead, his mouth snapped shut and he nodded. “Thank you. Look, I shouldn’t have said that about you. It was horrible, and I hated myself the second I said that. Everyone knows you’re one of the best techs in Q branch, besides Q. You’re full of information and incredibly smart and you fix my stuff all the time. We argue all the time, but I…I enjoy it. It…it grounds me, I guess? I’m sorry, I’m horrible at this “feelings” stuff. But I know I stepped too far the other day. I can’t begin to tell you how sorry I am.” Derek stopped and took a deep breath. Stiles decided to take advantage of the silence.
“I’m sorry too.” Derek’s head snapped up, disbelief and shock written on his face. “I said some not so nice things, too. Plus, I threw a mug at your head.”
“You missed my head,” Derek couldn’t resist teasing. Stiles glared for a moment.
“It’s the thought that counts.” Derek broke out into a laugh, thrilled that they seemed to have patched things up. Suddenly, he noticed the slight way S was fidgeting and his breathing that seemed to have picked up. He took a few steps forward, right into the other man’s personal space. S’s breath hitched, and his eyes dropped to Derek’s mouth. Slowly, he brought himself up so they were closer in height. He brought his eyes up to Derek’s silently making sure this was okay. When he didn’t receive an answer, his gaze dropped again, his hand came up to Derek’s face, and he crushed their mouths together. Finally being given what he had longed for, Derek growled, pushing S into the desk, his hands wrapping around the tech’s waist. Things went from quick to rapid speed, as they were both finally giving in to their feelings and desires. Derek’s suit jacket was on the floor, Stiles’s sweater and shirt unbuttoned, with belt undone, and Derek’s pants were nearly on the floor. Hands raked through soft hair, and both would be grateful later that no one was around to hear the sounds they were making. Well, almost no one.
“Holy shit! What the hell are you doing?” They pulled away from each other, just enough to have some space and breathing room, but still touching everywhere else. Dazedly, they turned to see who had interrupted them.
“Oh, Scott. Hey man, what’s up? What are you doing here?” Stiles asked.
“I was coming to see if you wanted to grab lunch, but I see you’re already busy grabbing…something else. Thank you very much for that, now I will never be able to unsee…this.” Scott gestured at the pair of them still tangled and doing nothing to rectify their current situation. “In fact, I should tell M. I think I’ll go right now and tell her.”
“Do that, and she’ll find out all about California,” Derek replied blithely, making Scott go pale. S looked back and forth between the two, confusion and amusement written all over his face. Derek had to bite back a smile-this was actually fun.
“Stiles, do something!” Scott whined.
“Sorry, Scotty. No can do. You walked in on us, remember? Now please, walk back out,” Stiles was ready to continue where he and 005 had left off.
“Stiles? What kind of a name is that?” Derek inquired. Stiles blushed, realizing that the agent hadn’t known his name this whole time. Which led him to another train of thought.
“It’s my name, thank you very much. And it’s a nickname. Besides, Hale, I still don’t know your name,” Stiles retorted.
“It’s Derek.” They just looked at each other for a minute, both feeling that something more profound had passed between them. Then, they remembered the situation they were in, and their lips met again. As wrapped up as they were in each other, neither noticed Scott leaving or the fact that both Q and Bond were trying to silence their laughter. Scott glared at them.
“How long have you known about them?” He demanded.
“For too bloody long,” Bond replied.
“Really, it’s a relief they’ve finally done it. All that sexual tension was draining,” Q seconded. Scott looked behind him, at the double-oh agent and the Q branch tech, his friends, finally figuring out their feelings for each other. Well, if they were happy, Scott was happy. Plus, M really didn’t need to know about California. So, really, everyone was a winner. “But I swear, if they ruin my computers,” Q threatened.
“Now Q. I’m sure your computers will be fine. Besides, you didn’t seem all that worried about them earlier, when we were in that position.” Bond winked, Q smirked, and Scott grimaced. He had to get the hell out of there, now. Derek and Stiles were still completely caught up in their own little world. They had found each other, finally, and they couldn’t be happier. Derek’s grunts and Stiles’s moans were proof enough of that.
Another prompt from blacknwhitecow. I really liked this prompt, but I don't think I did it justice. It didn't come out the way I really wanted it too, so let me know if you don't like it and I'll write it differently for you. Hope you like it!
According to uberfacts in Ancient Greece throwing an Apple to a woman was considered a marriage proposal, please write a sterek fic using that. Like maybe Derek throwing an apple at Stiles and Stiles being smart about it.
They had been together for a few years now. Stiles had just finished his second year of college and was now home for the summer. Derek had stayed in Beacon Hills, making sure it was safe from supernatural monsters and had joined the sheriff's department. They had made a long distance relationship work even though everyone had said it would fail sooner rather than later. They were still together and still very much in love and Stiles didn't think they would grow apart. It had been difficult at first, both of them still trying to realize that years of getting on each other's nerves, fighting, bickering, and thinking they hated each other had all been lies to conceal their mutual affection for each other. They worked it out, and had had several nice months together before Stiles left to get his history and mythology major. Stiles stayed with his dad when he was home, and Derek still had his apartment, so they split time between the two residences. Today they were at Stiles' house, Derek had gotten the day off while Stiles' dad had decided to pull a double shift. They sat on the couch eating pizza, watching TV, and filling each other in on things that had been going on. Derek talked about how Isaac was doing well at community college, and had had a job interview that looked promising. Stiles informed him that Scott and Allison were fine, had moved in together and were planning to get married after college.
“Can you believe it? They’re already planning it and everything, and Scott still hasn’t technically proposed. But, if they know that’s what they want, then good for them I guess,” Stiles said wistfully. Derek’s breath caught, and he had to look away for a moment.
“I’m going to go get something to drink. Want anything?” Derek asked. When Stiles shook his head in denial, Derek got up and made his way to the kitchen.
“He does have a ring picked out though,” the other man called from the living room. “I’ve seen it. I don’t want to sound like a girl, but it’s a really nice ring. Like really nice. He keeps telling me all these ideas he has for proposing, and some of them are good and some are pretty bad, but he just won’t do it. If they love each other, and we all know they do, then however he does it will be just fine. He just has to grow a pair and ask.” Derek returned to the room, hesitated a second, then tossed an apple to Stiles. He looked at it for a moment, then faced Derek again. “Thanks, man, but I’m good.” Stiles must have seen something in Derek’s expression, because he looked concerned and confused, but took a bite of the apple anyway. “Thanks,” he repeated. Derek just nodded, both hoping that Stiles would realize what he had done, and dreading that he would laugh at him or reject him. “Scott wants to take her out to dinner at some nice place and pop the question there, or maybe take her on a holiday somewhere. Personally, both are a little too out there for my tastes. I want something simple, something that would mean everything to us but nothing to anyone else,” he chuckled slightly. “I want something that would make anyone else look at me strangely while I would sit there and get goo goo eyes. I want-“ Stiles had paused to take a bite of his apple, but froze when it was an inch away from his lips. “I want an inside joke.” He looked at Derek, a million questions in his eyes, and Derek didn’t know which one to answer first, let alone how to answer them or what they were asking. “Is this what I think it is?” Stiles breathed? Derek nodded slowly, still afraid that it would backfire. He shifted his eyes to the coffee table, and Stiles followed his gaze, gasping when he noticed the little black box that was sitting there. They were both silent for a minute, the noise from the TV sounding blaringly loud compared to them. Then, Stiles nodded, slowly at first but built up speed until he was practically bouncing next to Derek, a huge smile splitting his face. Derek held back a laugh and opened his mouth.
“Stiles Stilinski. I know it’s not traditional or normal, but neither are we. I’ve spent my entire life so far not being normal and I’d like to live the rest of my not normal life with you.” Derek stopped, taking a deep breath and gathering courage. “Will you marry me?” The words were barely out of his mouth before Stiles flung himself on top of the wolf and began covering him with kisses. Every so often, the kissing would be broken with whispers of “yes” and “of course” and “finally.” Once they had calmed down, Derek put the ring on Stiles’ hand and leaned them back against the couch, Stiles’ back resting against Derek’s chest. He admired his ring for a while before he started looking back and forth between the ring and the apple that had been sitting forgotten on the table.
“How did you know? About the apple, I mean,” he asked quietly.
“Hmm? Oh, the last time you were home from school, you were talking about what you had learned and you kept going on about Ancient Greek marriage proposals, and how men would throw apples at a woman to ask for marriage. You seemed to really like it, and I thought the same thing you did. I wanted an inside thing that no one else would really understand. To be honest, I was afraid you would laugh at me,” Derek admitted. Stiles turned around so they were facing each other once again.
“That was the coolest, most awesome, romantic proposal I’ve ever heard of,” Stiles replied. “I loved it. And I love you.” He smiled, and even how many years later, it still took Derek’s breath away. And he knew, if he were given the chance, that he would drown himself in the depths of Stiles’ eyes.
“I love you, too.” God, they were pathetically romantic now. However, Derek realized he didn’t mind it so much if it meant he got to spend the rest of his life with Stiles by his side.
WOW. So this is a really late fill for blacknwhitecow because apparently I can't keep on a reasonable time limit for filling prompts. I'm so sorry, my dear, please don't hate me. Anyway, she wanted a continuation of the "Whatta Man" fic. So, here you are, and I hope you enjoy! Also, I would like to say that it is very difficult trying to describe "sexy dancing." I actually got up several times and tried to do the dance I was describing. So, if it reads awkwardly or doesn't make sense, I'm sorry. I tried.
Part one: Derek is a tease.
By the time training rolled around the next day, Stiles was a nervous, jittery mess. He couldn't get yesterday out of his mind. Even though he had gone home and taken care of himself to the image of a shirtless Derek, he knew it was going to be hard to control himself if Derek did it again today. Just the thought of it was enough to make him wish he had taken his Adderall in the hopes that it would have calmed him a bit. He let himself in, sighing in relief when he saw that Isaac, Scott, and Boyd were already there. He was clinging on to the belief that Derek wouldn't dare tease Stiles like that with the others around. He relaxed even further when he realized that the alpha wasn't there yet. He walked over to his corner and got comfortable. When they had group training sessions like this, he didn't bring homework, just a notebook. He had started watching the wolves when they worked out and trained, writing down who did what, who needed to improve on what, and who had improved from the previous practice. Everyone was grateful for this, and since he had started it they had gotten better working as a group than they were in the first place.
“Okay everyone, you know what to do.” Derek walked in and headed straight for the speakers, plugging in his Ipod as everyone else started warm ups. He joined them and soon they had moved on to cardio and strength exercises. Stiles watched and took notes, slipping into a secretarial role surprisingly easy. Once Derek told them to start one on one light boxing, however, Stiles really paid attention. Isaac and Scott faced each other first, Isaac’s footwork was sloppy and Scott was too predictable. Scott lost and Isaac faced Boyd next. Boyd had taken these training exercises very seriously and as such had perfect form, acceptable footwork, and was constantly switching up his moves. He won easily. Stiles was shocked when Derek stepped up to him, cracking his neck and slipping into a fighter’s stance. Stiles sensed Boyd’s momentary hesitation, but the wolf shook it off and bent himself into a similar pose. They went back and forth for a while, both too good to be beaten easily. They were both panting and covered in sweat when Derek raised his hand for break. He took a drink of water, took his shirt off again, and looked to see if Boyd was ready to continue before he attacked. Stiles’s mind had stopped working for a second because Derek had taken his shirt off again. Stiles felt like his brain had short circuited and he couldn’t breathe. That asshole! He did it again! He could do nothing but stare for a few moments, but finally something caught his attention.
Whatta man, whatta man, whatta man, whatta mighty mighty good man. No way. No freaking way. Stiles immediately realized that he had been listening to that song yesterday when Derek had performed his little strip tease. He was doing it on purpose! Stiles was a lot of things, but he wasn’t slow, he wasn’t dumb, and he definitely wasn’t going to accept this heart attack without a little payback. After thinking for a few secons, he took a deep breath and, steeling himself, he set the notebook aside and stood up. He turned to the speakers and raised the volume. The change in noise grabbed the wolves’ attention, and Stiles began his show. He slowly made his way over to Scott, and started working his hips once he reached his friend. Even though he tripped over air and was incredibly awkward when he was just standing, he could actually dance really well. He liked to think he got it from his mom, who had been a dancer when she was younger. His hips ground against Scott’s leg as he sang along to the lines of the song. Scott just smiled and shook his head, well used to his friend’s antics and he had found out long ago how well his friend could dance. He did notice, however, how three different heartbeats stuttered and sped up and how three different breathing rates changed. Most of all though, he could smell the slight scent of arousal coming from Derek as his eyes followed Stiles’s hips. Stiles moved on to Isaac, who started to blush.
I know that ain’t nobody perfect, I give props to those who deserve it, and believe me ya’ll he’s worth it. Stiles had decided to amp it up a bit, placing his hands on Isaac’s shoulders and dropping, snaking himself against Isaac’s stomach and chest as he came back up. The wolf’s mouth was hanging and his eyes were wide. Stiles circled around him, never taking his hand away from the other boy as he touched him. As he came face to face again, he wrapped his arms around Isaac’s neck and ground their hips together for a few moments. He turned around so they were back to front and then danced his way over to Boyd, who was, surprisingly, trying to hide a grin. He ran his hands through his hair and arched his back as he made his way over.
He dresses like a Dapper Don, but even in jeans he’s a God sent original, the man of my dreams. Stiles continued to sing as he ran his hands up Boyd’s chest. He raised his arms, placing them behind his head and continuing to dance. He got right up in Boyd’s space, touching him from chest to toes, trying not to laugh as the other boy refused to move. Knowing his time was almost up, he moved on to Derek. Stiles heard a combination of gasps and sharp inhales as he starting grinding on Derek’s hip. After a second of deliberation, Stiles thought screw it and placed his hands on the naked chest in front of him, running them up in down in rhythm with his hips and the music still playing behind him. He circled his arms around Derek’s neck and Derek continued to glare at him. Stiles ran his hands down his own chest and crossed them over his stomach. Then he grabbed the edges of his plaid shirt and body rolled against Derek, coming in contact with his chest, stomach, pelvis, and hips. He did that a few times, rolling his hips and dropping his shirt down his arms. Thank god he had worn that tighter white shirt today. The way his arms were pinned by his button down showed off the muscles in his arms and abs. Stiles didn’t miss the way Derek’s eyes roamed over the material as if he could vaporize it by looks alone and reach the skin underneath. Stiles also didn’t miss the way the hardness in his jeans was met with an answering hardness with every roll of his hips and pelvis. As the song came to an end, Stiles backed away, flicked his shirt back up, and ran his eyes down Derek’s body and back up, meeting the older wolf’s gaze. He smirked, glanced at Derek’s lips and back to his eyes.
“Well, that was fun. But unfortunately, I gotta go. See ya later?” Stiles didn’t wait for a response, instead walking over and turning down the music and grabbing his stuff. He walked past the still gaping wolves, who couldn’t believe what had just happened, and winked at Derek on his way out. He hoped beyond hope that none of them could hear how fast his heart was pounding or smell the nervousness and fear radiating off of him. He had just dry humped Derek freaking Hale, smirked at him, and then winked at him. He was a dead man. No doubt about it. There was no way he would be allowed to live after the stunt he had just pulled. However, Derek had seemed to enjoy it. A lot. Stiles smiled to himself on the way home. Meanwhile, Derek continued to stare at the door Stiles had just went through. He didn’t even bother trying to kid himself-he knew everyone there could hear his heartbeat and smell his arousal. He couldn’t help it though. First, Stiles parades around, putting on a show for him by dancing with everyone else. Then, he finally makes it over to Derek and the way his body was moving, combined with the way he looked and the way his muscles showed through that shirt (who knew the kid was so fit? As far as Derek knew, he warmed the bench during lacrosse season) and the heady scent of sweat and arousal coming from the boy had almost tipped him over the edge. He had to fight very hard not to just slam Stiles against the nearest wall and take him right there. The little shit had figured out Derek’s game, after two days of playing. Apparently, he had decided to play back and was determined to win. Fine. If that was the way he wanted it, that’s the way he would have it. Derek was not about to let him off so easily.
For blacknwhitecow, who wanted a sterek fix-it for the motel california dennifer scene. I feel ya babe, I feel ya. Actually, this kind of got away from me a bit, but hopefully it will make up for making you wait so long for the other fics. Anyway, here you go! Enjoy!
Stiles couldn’t believe it. What an asshole. What a grade A douchebag.
“What a dick!” He exclaimed. He was fuming again, and was surprised that he didn’t have actual smoke coming out of his ears.
“Who?” Scott asked him
“Derek! Who else? You see him go over that edge, we all think he’s been dead the past few days, you don’t heal, you, Isaac, Boyd, and Ethan go insane, you try to kill yourself, and it’s all because we thought he was dead. Then, we come home, and it turns out that that prick was alive the whole time. He was just too busy getting it on with our English teacher to bother with letting us know that he hadn’t died!” Stiles was seriously still pissed off about this. They had gone to Derek’s apartment to see if they could find anything. And they had. Ms. Blake’s car had been out in the parking lot and the wolves said they could smell Derek up there. Stiles was so excited that he hadn’t even stopped to think about what might have been going on. He just raced up the stairs and flung open doors until he found him. In bed. With Ms. Blake. The sight had made Stiles freeze in his tracks and stop breathing for a minute. They were both naked, under the covers, and Stiles assumed they were both asleep. Derek must have been really exhausted if he hadn’t heard Stiles crashing through the house trying to find him. As he heard the others run up the stairs, two things happened. One, Stiles realized that tears had started to form in his eyes. Two, Derek was blinking awake, the noise and scents of the others rousing him from sleep. He looked extremely annoyed, as cries of “Derek!” “You’re alive!” “Are you serious?!” rang out. He angrily gestured for them to wait in the living room-so he can put on some pants, Stiles thought to himself. Taking a deep breath, he made himself wait the few seconds it took for him to join them in the room. The cries started up again, some shocked, others over joyed, some annoyed. But they were all silenced when Stiles’s voice rang out.
For my whatta man prompt. I was thinking that Stiles is watching Derek train. While watching hi Stiles starts singing the chorus of Whatta Man under his breather thinking that Derek can't hear him. But Derek does hear him, so to torture him Derek takes off his shirt.
Here you are dear! The others will be up tonight or tomorrow. Again, sorry this is so late. I’ve been busy with family things and doing things for this club I’m in, and my muse decided to be mean and wouldn’t let me write. But, here it is, I hope you like it!!
He couldn’t really say when or why it started happening. It just did. Stiles would tag along with Scott when everyone got together at Derek’s and do homework or research while the wolves trained. Eventually, as Scott began to think he was better than Derek and stopped going, Stiles would still show up at meetings. Soon, he just started showing up, pack or no pack. Derek tried to be annoyed by it, and in a way, it was irritating, but it wasn’t too bad to where he felt the need to kick the boy out. He was quiet, staying in the corner of the “gym" or on the couch, and listened to his Ipod. Derek realized he found the kid’s presence reassuring and was often grateful for the company, although he would never admit to that. Today was one of those days where Derek was working out and Stiles was studying. They had been in there for over an hour now, Derek dripping sweat and chest heaving, while Stiles flipped pages and occasionally tossed a bottle of water at him. The music coming from the speakers was always played at medium volume when Stiles was there, so he could listen to his own music. It was never commented on by either of them, and Derek hoped it stayed that way. He was just about to begin a set of reps on the pull up bar, but stopped as a sound caught his attention. There was brief lull in his music, but what he heard was undoubtedly singing. He slowly realized that it was coming from the corner, from Stiles and his Ipod. Derek listened, trying to make out the words.
“Whatta man, whatta man, whatta man, whatta mighty good man. Whatta man, whatta man, whatta man, whatta mighty good man.” He continued to hum the verse, completely oblivious to the fact that Derek could hear him. The older man thought for a second, then smirked. He’d show Stiles a “mighty good man.” He turned so Stiles would look at him from the side, to make it less obvious that it was a show. He pulled his wife beater over his head as gracefully as he could, and was granted with a sharp intake of breath. Purposely ignoring it, he turned to face the bars away from Stiles, and rolled his shoulders and neck. He leaped up, grabbed the bars, and started his pull ups. He huffed a silent laugh as he smelled a spike of arousal that came from the corner.
xXx
Stiles hadn’t asked for this. In fact, he had never dreamt of this. Well, okay, maybe he had. But come on! Derek was right in front of him, freaking shirtless, glistening with sweat-which wasn’t as much of a turn off as Stiles thought it would be- and his muscles were tensing and flexing every time he pulled himself up and slowly eased himself back down. Stiles couldn’t even say what had happened. One minute, he was doing homework and listening to his music, the next, he was staring at a shirtless Derek Hale. An incredibly ripped, muscular, hot as hell, shirtless Derek Hale. His breath caught as he watched a bead of sweat roll down Derek’s back, and he had the sudden urge to lick it off. Um, okay, yeah, no. That’s gross, he thought to himself. But really though. Derek had to know what he was doing, right? He was able to smell fear and anger, so why not lust? Unless…unless Derek knew perfectly well what he was doing, and had decided to torture Stiles with this act. After a few minutes on the bar, Derek dropped and started doing pushups. And now really, this was totally unfair. Stiles couldn’t take any more of this. Quickly throwing his stuff into his bag, he almost tripped over his feet in his scramble to get up.
“You okay?” Derek asked, not once stopping his workout.
“Yeah. Good. Fine. Great! I just, uh, I just remembered that my dad gets off work early tonight, so, um, I have to get home and make something for dinner before he calls for a pizza or something. But, I’ll see you later, yeah? I’ll be back for training tomorrow. Bye!” Stiles couldn’t get out of there fast enough. Derek had the patience to wait until he heard Stiles walking on the gravel outside before his face broke out in a smile and he chuckled quietly to himself. Well, that had certainly been interesting. He’d have to do it again tomorrow and see what happened. Maybe he’d even coincidentally have that song play while he did it. This was going to be fun.
