#derekw

[outlawpetegsc]

“ Now sad in reflection did I gaze through perfection

And examine the shadows

On the other side of the morning”

- Marillion .

[novacanemp4]

Prompt- “How about we put on some pants and figure this out?”

Word Count: 379

Scott x Derek

Loud, incessant banging on the door at 5AM in the morning is not what Derek needs. What he needs is three more hours of sleep and a huge cup of coffee.

“If someone isn’t dead there’s no reason t-.” The boy from downstairs is standing in the doorway, with nothing but slightly too tight boxers on and messy hair, Derek thinks he’s drooling before he ever reaches his eyes. Scott, his brain helpfully supplies, is beautiful.

“Did you leave your shower on or something? My apartment is freaking flooded. My bed is floating right now.” Derek runs into his bathroom, painfully aware of his own lack of clothing and the way Scott’s eyes seem to be burning holes into his ass.

The shower is running but not by any fault of Derek’s, Scott notes as he follows him into the bathroom.

“This building fucking sucks, how is your shower running when it’s off? Dude, I don’t have the money to pay for a motel. I’m so fucked.” Derek watches Scott run his hands through his hair, feels pity for the boy who looks too big for own skin.

“Look… You can stay here if you want, I have an extra room. I don’t mind. I…” Scott looks completely shocked, almost so appalled at Derek’s suggestion that it has him back tracking over his sentence. “It was just a suggestion, if not I can set you up in a hotel that I’ll pay for. Just… Let’s get some pants on and figure this out?” Scott blushes and Derek finds it easier to focus on that instead of Scott’s half hard member in his pants.

“Oh, no. It’s fine, I’d love to stay here it’s fine. No as in I don’t mind staying here not no as in putting pants, I’ll go do that now. And bring other clothes up with me…” Derek nods, trying not to laugh as Scott backs out of the room with his hands over his bulge, mumbling apologies and thanks all in one breath. It’s the cutest thing Derek’s ever seen a half naked man do ever, leaves his tummy feeling warm and cozy at the thought of Scott walking half naked around his apartment a lot more.

Derek didn’t really need the three hours of sleep anyway.

[novacanemp4]

Haunting - Sterek

YAY I LOVE THIS ONE I FINALLY GOT TO DO IT.

Derek still feels his breath ghosting on his neck, making a home there like he’s always belonged.

Still hears his laugh sometimes, loud and brash and everything that Stiles was to him.

The phone calls always come at the same time, always breathless, always drunk like Stiles can’t stand talking to him with his mind in the right place.

Derek still finds socks under his bed, hats in his closet. By the end of the month he has a huge pile of Stiles’ shit in a corner of his room, feels more like a shrine.

“Derek, do you miss me?” He asks, almost moaning into the phone. It makes Derek dizzy, high off of everything that Stiles does to him.

He hangs the phone up before Derek can answer, before Derek can even think of an answer.

Derek still drinks his coffee with honey, even after the shrine in his room gets sent away with Scott’s help.

Still watches every Mets game, even if seeing Bartolo on the plate makes him sick to his gut.

“Are you fucking anyone else?” Stiles asks three months later, he sounds sober for once and it breaks his heart like nothing else.

“No, are you?” He’s sure his nerves might kill him as he waits for Stiles to answer, hears him licks his lips and sigh.

“Do you miss me?” Derek’s chest clenches up and he doesn’t have the words that he knows Stiles’ wants.

“Everyday.” The line goes dead and Derek’s head starts to throb.