the wolf and the renaissance fair (1596 words) by Winchesterek
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Original Children of Derek Hale and Stiles Stilinski, Eli Hale (Teen Wolf)
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Stiles turned around to look into the back seat where Eli was reading a book and Ava was, thankfully, sleeping. He smiled at his little family, his heart filled with overwhelming love. Sometimes it hit him during quiet moments like this, which rarely happened when they were driving. But it was nice, especially since they’d been on the road for a little while and that was like an eternity for his kids.
He reached out to take Derek’s hand, threading their fingers together. “I love you,” he told him quietly and Derek cast him one of those smiles reserved only for Stiles.
“I love you too,” Derek replied softly and gave Stiles’ hand a squeeze. “We should be there soon. I hope the kids enjoy it. It was always fun when my parents used to take us as kids.”
“I don't think I’ve ever been to a Renaissance fair.” Stiles had checked out the place online and it looked like people really went all out for it. It was seasonal and they had shows and games with prizes and a market that Stiles really wanted to check out if they had enough time. Not only did they have themed shops but the farmers market looked great in the photograph he’d seen on Instagram.
“Maybe if we come next season we can dress up? Elijah will be a little older and Ava would probably be able to fit into a small costume.”
“Only if you dress up too,” Stiles teased. “Tights and all.”
Derek laughed. “I’m not going to wear tights. I’ll be a knight and wear britches and armor.”
“Well hopefully it’s not during the summertime then because you might just boil up in all that armor,” Stiles teased and laughed, imagining Derek dressed up. He couldn’t say that he wouldn’t think Derek was all hot dressed like a knight. It had Stiles thinking about Derek sweeping him off his feet and straight into their bed.
“Yeah, let’s not do that. Hopefully they’ll have one in the fall or closer to the winter time. Wouldn’t want to have a heat stroke dressed up as a knight. I don't know how some of them do it.” Derek laughed and squeezed Sties’ hand. “Thank you for coming and bringing the kids. I know it’s something new.”
“Well, I like doing new things with you. We’ve been together so long, it’s good that we can still find things to do that we’ve never done before. Life’s an adventure.” Stiles’ head rested back against the headrest, rolled in Derek’s direction as he watched his mate, a warmth filling his chest.
Sometimes it was hard to believe that they were together after everything they’d been through, but Stiles loved Derek more than anything. Well, except their kids. No matter how much they got on his nerves sometimes. It was just part of being a parent.
“I know Ava is only a few months old… but whenever my heat comes again, I want to try for another baby.” He knew it was a sudden change of topic, but he needed Derek to know.
Derek took a deep breath and nodded. “Okay… you know I won't say no to another baby. We waited years between Elijah and Ava, but if you are ready now, then we can try again.”
“It might not even happen right away… You know sometimes it can take a while after I give birth, but I just wanted to talk to you about it before it happened.” Stiles didn't think Derek would tell him no, so he wasn't sure why he was suddenly nervous over the whole thing.
As if sensing his feelings, Derek gave Stiles’ hand another squeeze. “Stiles. I love you. I love our family. Another child, it would only fill our house with more love…”
That calmed Stiles’ nerves and he smiled at Derek before glancing into the backseat. Ava was still asleep (and still human, thankfully) and Elijah was still engrossed in his book, oblivious to their conversation.
“Thank you,” Stiles said as his gaze returned to Derek’s.
“I should be thanking you for everything you’ve given me.”
“We’ve given each other a lot of things… there’s no keeping score,” Stiles assured him and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek.
They fell into a comfortable silence as Derek drove them the rest of the way to the Renaissance fair.
Once they were there, Stiles took care of Ava, changed her, and had her ready for the fair in no time while Derek got Elijah situated. They carted the kids off to buy tickets and get them through the gates as they thankfully beat the crowds.
The atmosphere changed the second they were inside, where there were tents, tables, stables, and signs that stated they had wares. They walked by a shop that said they made handmade books and Stiles was intrigued. They’d have to stop by on their way out to see what they had inside.
He rubbed Ava’s back as he carried her in her wrap against his chest, Derek walking next to him with Elijah on his shoulders. Elijah’s eyes were big and he was excited about everything babbling and pointing and giggling. Thankfully Derek had a strong grip on him, so Stiles wasn't afraid that Elijah would topple off of Derek’s shoulders the second he saw something else he was excited about.
They watched a jousting tournament and the knights as they fought during the sword fights. The knights were given their prizes and they were off to check the market. Stiles was especially excited to see what they had at the farmers market, despite all the cool things they also had for sale there.
After buying a basket full of strawberries, they headed in the direction that stated they had more traditional fair games on the map.
“So which one do you want to play?” Derek asked Elijah as he jiggled him on his shoulders. Elijah looked thoughtful at all of the games.
“Hmmm,” Elijah said, putting his finger up to his face and studying each game more thoroughly as if he knew what each one was.
Stiles knew that he was really checking out the prizes.
“That one!” Elijah shouted and pointed. “It has a big wolf!”
Stiles laughed. He knew their son. It was all about the prizes for him. Stiles couldn’t deny that he liked the prizes too. He remembered the first time Derek took him to a fair, early in their courting. They’d gone home with several prizes that night, but the best prize was Derek. He knew it was cheesy, but Stiles loved him so damn much.
“Whoa! That’s a huge wolf!” Stiles exaggerated and smiled when Derek looked over at him.
“That one looks good, bud. Did you want me to play all the rounds or did you want to try?” Derek asked as he tapped Elijah on the thigh.
Elijah looked thoughtful again like this was serious business. Finally, he said excitedly, “I want you to do it! So you can get me the big wolf!”
Stiles laughed, smoothing his hand along Ava’s back as she stirred in her baby wrap. “Well, then let’s go win us a giant stuffed wolf. I’m not sure where we’re going to put it at home, but we’ll figure it out.”
“It will go in my room!” Elijah countered like it was law.
“Of course it will,” Derek chuckled, glancing over at Stiles and then motioning with his head as they started over to the game tent.
When they got there, they paid the attendant and they gave Derek three balls to throw at a stack of bottles. Derek missed the first two with greatly exaggerated terrible accuracy, which had Elijah laughing next to him as he waited. Stiles thought it was adorable and yes, he made sure he was recording it on his phone so he could tease Derek about it later.
He was such a great dad. An amazing mate.
When Derek threw the last ball, he knocked all of the jars down and Elijah screamed in excitement. Stiles chuckled and watched as Derek picked Elijah up and put him on his shoulders. They talked to the attendant and Elijah pointed eagerly at the giant stuffed wolf. When it was handed over, Elijah had a hard time holding onto it so it smacked Derek in the face, but he didn't complain. Stiles managed not to laugh despite how hilarious the whole situation was, with the stuffed wolf dwarfing them.
Derek helped Elijah hold onto the wolf off to the side of his shoulder instead of in front. “Hold on tight, Elijah! You don't want to drop him.”
“I won't!” Elijah promised, but Stiles wasn't so sure about that as the stuffed wolf swung as Derek walked with Elijah still on his shoulders.
“Ready to go home?” Derek asked, stopping in front of Stiles.
The stuffed wolf bumped into Stiles as Elijah moved on Derek’s shoulder and he laughed softly. “I love you,” he said softly, leaning in to give Derek a kiss. “Yeah, let’s go home. We have to find somewhere for that stuffed wolf to live anyway.”
Derek chuckled and kissed Stiles’ temple, one arm wrapping around him as they walked, his other holding Elijah steady on his shoulders.
Stiles couldn't wait for the next time they came to the fair as he leaned against Derek while they walked back to the car. They’d had a perfect family day and Stiles was warm with happiness and the promise of more in their future.
Tags: POV Stiles, Road Trip, Song Lyrics, Cussing, Recreational Drug Use, Stiles & Derek Leave Beacon Hills, Getting Together, Angst with a Happy Ending
Summary: Roscoe breaks down when Stiles tries to escape Beacon Hills. He calls Derek for help and they end up leaving together.
It was finally happening. He had a duffle bag with his favorite clothes, toiletries, a couple towels, and some other essentials in the back. A backpack with his laptop, a notebook, and half a dozen books he never got around to reading between all the monsters of the week last year and the Hunter bullshit this Spring. They’d been buried under various mountain of stuff and semi-dirty clothes, forgotten until his pre-Get The Fuck Out of Here cleaning spree. He wasn’t going to leave a mess for his dad to deal with. Unlike all those other times with far worse kinds, you mean?
Yeah well, that’s why he was going. One of the many reasons, anyway.
He had his wallet in his left side pocket and phone charging in a makeshift holder by the dashboard. Jugs of water on the floor and a paper bag with a few nonperishable staples and an assortment of sandwiches, snacks, and caffeinated beverages in the passenger seat. His pillow, which would be especially necessary when he’d need to sleep at a rest stop or something.
Stiles tapped his fingers on the steering wheel and sang along to the playlist he’d selected to start off his journey. He didn’t even know where he was going yet, just heading south until he had to get gas or piss and then he’d decide. There’d been no time to waste. This need to get away had been building for a while now and when he woke up this afternoon — he couldn’t fall asleep until after dawn — all he knew was that today was the day. It couldn’t wait another week or even until tomorrow or something else would come up to keep him there. He just knew it.
So he’d started the first load of laundry and then speed cleaned and showered in the quickly tepid while it was washing. He went to the store while the second load was going and the first one in the dryer, which had everything he was planning to take. Then he packed his stuff, set the remaining laundry to dry, scrawled a note that was frankly more stream of consciousness than rational explanation, but at least ended with a promise to stay in contact “Love, Stiles,” and then he was off.
Miles ticked up on the odometer and pavement passed beneath Roscoe’s wheels. It was at once exciting and bittersweet. He was done with high school and, more importantly, 18 so it’s not like his dad or anyone else could actually force him back. Not that many of the old crew were even going to be in Beacon Hills for much longer. Those that hadn’t already left like Jackson, Chris, and Isaac did overseas or Lydia getting an early start in Cambridge.
But unlike her or Scott and the others he wasn’t heading off to college or something like that. He didn’t know what he wanted to do with his life anymore, was still stuck processing or at least dealing with having been possessed. As in he had to deal with it — the memories and nightmares and new little quirks that made him question himself — not that he was handling it in any particularly effective or healthy fashion.
And so it was like it was expected, or at least assumed, that he would just stay here for all the shit the town and that fucking tree could possibly throw his way. Well, how about no? Again, he’d been possessed! He deserved a goddamn break. Or if not deserved (the little voice in his head had very different ideas about what he deserved) he fucking wanted one. Needed one before he broke anymore.
Stiles only wished he could take his dad with him. And maybe a certain Sourwolf if he was being honest with himself now that it mattered even less than it already did before. Those big, impossible feelings he never wanted to look at long enough to pin down. The pull he liked to pretend was just him being a hormonal bisexual teenager who was warm for the former Alpha’s form. That it didn’t matter because it hadn’t, couldn’t, and wouldn’tmatter.
He thought of guarded green-hazel eyes, a clenched, stubbled jaw, and stubbornly crossed arms as he wailed along with Jim Adkins.
“The things we think might be the same, but I won’t fight for more. It’s just not me to wear it on my sleeve, count on that for sure.”
Stiles snorted and shook his head. It was all too fitting, whether more for him or Derek or both of them equally he wasn’t sure. There were times, after all, when he’d thought that Derek also…
But it didn’t matter. It wasn’t like anything was going to happen. Famous last words.
Seconds later smoke was rising from beneath the hood of the Jeep. Always a wonderful sign. Fuck. No no no, please not now.
This couldn’t be happening. Just another too vivid daydream, right? Or maybe he’d actually fallen asleep waiting for the laundry and this was simply a nightmare because of his nervousness about the upcoming trip. Haha, very funny brain!
More smoke billowed out and there were sounds. Oh no. No no no. Fuck!
Stiles pulled off onto the wide shoulder, put the car in park, and snatched the keys from the ignition, hurling them onto the floor. Then he just sat there in silence with his head against the top of the steering wheel. He hadn’t even made it 30 miles and it was already over. There was always something. Some kind of trouble, like clockwork. Like a curse.
He’d worked over senior year and into the summer, doing odd jobs and seasonal gigs to save up the money that he was now planning to use for gas and cheap motels and food. That he’d already spent part of on getting Roscoe some much needed maintenance and repairs over the last few months. Not enough, apparently.
After smashing his head into the horn so that it blared obnoxiously a few times he pulled himself upright and scrolled through the contacts on his phone like he had options. Gone, gone, doesn’t have a car, gone, doesn’t have a car, doesn’t even have a license, don’t want to talk to him and have to explain anything right now.
Stiles sighed. Well, he didn’t want to call his dad at the moment either — with any luck he could at least get home before his failed escape was revealed — so that left only one person. Of course it went straight to voicemail.
“Hey, Derek. So funny story, I’m about 28 miles from town on the highway heading south and my car broke down. Yes, yes, I know. So, um, if you don’t have anything better to do, you think you could come get me? Let me know either way. Uh, catch you later.”
He wondered how long it would take to walk back to Beacon Hills. 10 hours? What if he just took the backpack, removed some of the books and added a few changes of clothes, some toiletries, and a towel and just kept walking south. Maybe he could hitchhike.
By the time he dug into the secret compartment in the lid of a jar of peanut butter and pulled out the little baggie of weed his hands were shaking. He’d gotten it from an acquaintance of Danny’s — the guy really could hook you up with just about anything — and still had some left. Enough for now and a few times more.
He retrieved the rest of his supplies and crouched down on the other side of the car, calming as he performed the little ritual of rolling his own joints. Of lighter and flame. Burn, inhale, hold, exhale. Taking the edge off. Lightening him up. What if he just walked into the trees and disappeared. Became one with the forest like whats-her-face in Annihilation who was done with fighting the freaky bullshit and just noped the fuck out. If only.
17 minutes later his phone chimed.
<Sourwolf: Be there in 30.>
Stiles responded with a thumbs up emoji. Alright. Okay. He took a few more hits and snuffed out the end, saving the rest for later.
Derek’s face did all sorts of things when he got there, half of them with his eyebrows alone. How did he ever used to think the man was unreadable? Devoid of emotion except anger?
Obviously, he’d smelled the marijuana, but Derek didn’t say anything. Why wasn’t he saying anything?
“Hey handsome, think you can help a damsel in distress?” Stiles said, fluttering his eyelashes and sticking out a leg like he was pulling up the hem of a skirt before bursting into giggles. Derek shook his head and popped the hood on Roscoe.
“Since when were you a mechanic, big guy?” He set a hand on a leather-clad shoulder. It’s August you silly goose.
“I know a thing or two.”
“I’m sure you do,” he vamped, leering exaggeratedly and then abruptly pivoting to walk to the back of the Jeep where he set his forehead against the cool glass. What the fuck are you doing?
Burning everything down around him apparently. He started chuckling, a dark, sharp-edged thing, and Derek looked over at him with concern.
“Stiles?”
“Oh don’t mind me, I’m just falling to pieces.”
He sat down hard on the ground and cracked right up, laughter turning to sobs as footsteps crunched toward him.
“I thought I was actually getting out, Der. I tried. I’ve tried so hard, but I can’t. I can’t,” he got out between gasping breaths.
Derek crouched down beside him and started rubbing his back, tentatively at first and then in long, soothing strokes. His head moved and Stiles could swear he felt a kiss at the top of his head. Or something like that. He found himself practically head-butting Derek in his stupid muscly chest as he leaned into him, hands grasping at his left side and right elbow. Oh, he was going to be so embarrassed about this later. Derek took a deep breath.
“I’ll take you.”
“What?” Stiles’ head jerked up, tear tracks drying on his face.
Derek nodded toward the Camaro.
“Wait, seriously?”
The werewolf shrugged.
“Yeah. You’ve got your stuff packed and everything.”
“But what about you? We have to go back, get your things and a tow truck for Roscoe and—“
“No,” Derek cut in. “I can just grab what I need on the way. I’ll have Malia, actually no, Mason, check on the place and I can call now about getting your Jeep towed to your house.” He raised a finger when Stiles opened his mouth. “I’ll give ‘em your dad’s number in case there’s any issues. But no going back there now or something will happen and you’ll never leave. So let’s just go.”
Stiles clambered up from the ground feeling strangely light and warm. Hopeful. And still kinda high he supposed. While Derek made that call he rearranged some of his stuff and then took all of it out it of Roscoe, putting the duffle bag in the now open trunk of the Camaro — it was so getting a name on this road trip — and throwing his backpack, pillow, and snacks in the back seat.
“Shotgun!” he yelled, completely unnecessarily before getting in up front. Derek squinted at him and shook his head, getting behind the wheel.
The sun had just gone down, but it wasn’t dark yet and he caught his beaming reflection in the side mirror. Stiles hooked up his phone to the stereo.
The chorus of “Work” came blaring back to life just as Derek put the pedal to the metal and peeled out of there (after carefully checking the mirrors and blind spots of course,) tires kicking up dirt and gravel. “You wanna take a ride? Get out of this place while we still have time.”
The Camaro even fishtailed some pulling back onto the pavement and Stiles smirked, pretty sure that display of Fast & Furious-ness was for his benefit. He grabbed the Oh Shit handle and whooped. Now he was off! They. The both of them.
“So where are we going?” he asked a few minutes later when his heart rate had returned to what passed as normal for him.
“Wherever you want,” Derek replied, a bit too conspicuously.
Wherever. Where. Ever.
Stiles’ left leg began bouncing up and down and he turned away to gaze out the window, eyes unfocusing so that the trees blurred into one continuous spiny ripple. He was hearing what he hearing, right? I mean, he was pretty sure.
But if there was a 10% or even 3% chance that Derek would turn this car around or like, jump out the window of a moving vehicle in horror at his feelings and desires he didn’t want to risk it. No matter how much he wanted…whatever. Because if this trip ended before it even began Stiles didn’t know what he would do. How he would survive or if he—
A large hand clamped down to still his jittering. Warm and squeezing just above his knee. The inner side of his thigh. Without looking — he couldn’t okay, not until he knew he wasn’t wrong — he “casually” put his left hand, palm up, a bit higher up on his leg. Derek laid his own on top of it, thicker fingers twining with his. Holy shit. Okay.
Stiles turned slowly then, hardly daring to breathe, and met glowing blue eyes. Suddenly, it felt like something in his chest, in his soul, rearranged. Stabilized. A pack bond snapping properly into place. He rubbed over his sternum with his right hand as Derek inhaled sharply and then wrenched his attention back on the road since he was driving and all.
Whoa.
There’d been lots of upheaval over the last few years. Being Scott’s, Being both of theirs. Derek giving up his Alpha spark for Cora and leaving, the Nogitsune, things being all fucked up and not feeling like he belonged to anyone at all. Derek coming back, but them both out of sorts and dealing with their own shit amidst everything and him being confused and isolated and not really open for connection. Had to close the door.
Their bond hadn’t broken, but it hadn’t been right either. And now…
Already he was feeling more settled. Stronger. Content even after they claimed or re-claimed each other as pack or whatever exactly that was. Stiles cleared his throat.
“How about Reno?”
Derek rolled his eyes, but then broke into a grin.
“Sure.”
Several more moments passed with his brain trying to regain functionality and Derek looking at him pointedly.
“What?”
“You’re the navigator.”
Stiles flailed and nearly dropped his phone.
“Oh, right.”
He pulled up the routes and selected one for directions. That done, he started looking up stuff about the city. Places they might want to eat or walk around.
About halfway there his dad called and he took a deep breath before answering. They talked for a while, Derek hearing everything of course, but Stiles had shaken his head no when he mimed pulling over. It’s not like the werewolf wouldn’t hear just as much anyway unless he ran off a good ways and that would just be silly.
Stiles wasn’t sure which of them was more surprised at the clear relief in his father’s voice when he learned that Derek was now going with him.
“You two stay out of trouble, alright? Derek…”
“I’ll look out for him, sir,” he responded loudly.
“Good man.”
Stiles watched Derek duck his head a bit, bunny teeth peeking out as he smiled. God, he was adorable when he let himself feel things.
“Okay kiddo,” his dad said, addressing him again. “Well, I hope you get what you need out there. I’ll just be here enjoying the peace and quiet and bacon burgers every day—“
“Daaad,” he groaned as his father laughed.
“Just kidding, son. I miss you already.”
“I miss you too, Dad”
“Alright, Love you, have fun.”
“I love you t—”
“But not too much fun.”
Stiles rolled his eyes.
“Bye!” he yelled, hanging up.
They stopped at a drive-thru for some hot food on the outskirts of Reno. Burgers and sodas with curly fries, of course. It was around midnight when Derek pulled off at the next turnout, overlooking the city. They ate half-sitting, half-leaning against the warm hood of the Camaro.
Stiles was going to propose going down there and gawking at the late night antics for a bit (unfortunately, unlike some places in California he was too young to play a few slot machines here and see if his luck really was turning around.) Then finding somewhere to sleep. A motel room. With Derek.
There was a flash of heat in his belly and it became a bit of a struggle to swallow his current bite of potato-y goodness. He managed not to choke as he blushed at where his imagination was heading and felt very accomplished.
Derek looked over at him, nostrils flaring, and reached out to wipe ketchup from the corner of his mouth with a thumb. Not quite daring enough to take it into his mouth, Stiles leaned into his palm and those searching eyes first softened and then focused intently. In the blink of an eye Derek’s face was much closer, but not quite touching his. Warm puffs of breath tickled his skin.
He closed the gap and then they were kissing. Slow and tentative at first, gentle and tasting, and then something deeper. Hungrier. Derek was the first to pull back, grinning and leaving him breathless, but craving more. If it was left up to him he probably would've kept going until they both passed out. Or just him, who was he kidding. Damn werewolf constitution.
They turned back to the shining oasis in the darkness, flashing lights and neon signs, and he sidled up to Derek, who then put an arm around his shoulder. Slotting into place like puzzle pieces. A satellite passed by overhead, but he wished on it like a shooting star anyway. Please let this be real.
Stiles snuggled even more into Derek’s side and breathed him in, calmed by his warmth and woodsy scent as if he were a wolf himself. He closed his eyes to the sound and vibration of pleased rumbling, comfortable and pondering the possibilities opening up before them.
The crunch of balled up wrappers and other garbage being placed in the bag that their food came in had him jolting awake. He must’ve dozed off for a while. God knows he needed it.
Derek smiled at him, one of those special fond ones that Stiles had collected like rare treasures and placed inside his stupid little heart before forcing himself to think of other things. He didn’t have to do that anymore though, he could hold onto them and inspect them all he wanted. Do his best to get more of them.
“You ready?” Derek asked, holding out his free hand. Stiles took it and was pulled upright, where he stole a kiss.
“Yeah, let’s go.”
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Stiles did his best not to laugh as he watched Derek struggle with the tent, trying to set it up in the backyard while Elijah ran around in his wolf form with Ava, playing.
“Need any help?” Stiles rested his hands on his hips as he stood behind Derek, who was grumbling and growling at the poles.
“No.” Derek sounded frustrated, but Stiles knew he was too stubborn to fail.
“Maybe…” Derek looked back at Stiles with a pleading look and Stiles shook his head, moving to kneel next to Derek in the grass.
“So what’s the problem?” Stiles asked, looking at the poles in Derek’s hands and the sad tent laying in front of them.
“I can't get the poles to stay while I try to put them through the tent.” Derek gave Stiles an unamused look and Stiles barely managed to hold back his smile.
“Well, you have to lock the poles together before you put them in…” Stiles took the poles from Derek’s hands and slid them together, twisting. “See.”
Derek looked even more irritated. “It can't be that simple.”
Stiles chuckled. “No werewolf abilities needed to make this work wolf-man.”
“Don't call me that,” Derek grumbled, watching as Stiles put all the poles together and handed them to Derek.
He showed Derek how to slide the locked poles into the slots and then Derek easily put together the rest of the tent. It was a medium-sized tent and would for sure be a tight squeeze for a wolf, two pups, and Stiles to squeeze into that night.
“There, perfect.” Stiles stood and wiped his hands on his jeans as Derek glared at the tent while standing next to him. “Now go play with your pups and give me your clothes. I’m gonna throw them into the wash with the rest while you guys roughhouse out here. Then I’ll bring out dinner.”
“Thank you,” Derek said softly, stripping off his shirt and handing it to Stiles as he leaned in to give him a kiss. “What would we do without you?”
“Sleep outside in the cold without a tent,” Stiles chuckled and kissed Derek again, taking the rest of his clothes as his mate undressed.
Of course, Stiles ogled him and that sent a heat spreading through him before Derek shifted and ran off to chase their kids. God, Derek was so damn hot. If Stiles couldn't control himself, he’d end up pregnant during his next heat which was still a few months away.
He didn't think Derek would mind that much, though. It would just fill their house with more love.
And that was always a good thing. It was something special that no one could ever take away from them. Their love and the promise of their future.
Stiles knew they’d do anything to keep it. He rested his hand on his stomach as he went into the house and tossed all the clothes in the washer before getting started on dinner, thinking of the three wolves outside that were his world and always would be.
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Stiles watched as Ava rolled around in the sand, her puppy growls and excited yips filling the air. He chuckled as she wiggled on her back and then rolled over, her ears perking up and turning in Derek’s direction.
It was their first family trip to the beach with Ava and both Elijah and Ava were fascinated with the ocean and how the waves rolled up onto the sand.
Derek was standing at the edge of the water with Elijah and he squealed each time the water rushed up and crashed over their feet. The ocean washed back and Elijah chased it, only to turn around and run back into Derek’s arms as it chased him back up the beach. Derek picked Elijah up as Elijah giggled and screamed when the water crashed into Derek’s legs but Elijah was safe in Derek’s arms where the water couldn't get him.
He gave Elijah a kiss on the side of his head and jiggled him before he turned and headed back over to their base camp where Stiles was sitting under a large umbrella with Ava playing nearby.
“How are my boys doing?” Stiles asked, reaching out for Elijah when Derek handed him over, blowing raspberries on his stomach which made Elijah laugh louder.
“Hungry. Thankfully we don't sunburn, otherwise, you’d have two lobsters on your hands.” Derek chuckled and sat down next to Stiles, giving him a kiss.
“And that is why I am under an umbrella. Sunscreen helps a little bit, too.” Stiles sat Elijah next to him when moved to get out of his lap and reached to grab the basket they’d brought with them. “Sandwich?” he asked Derek.
“Yeah, hand it over.” And Stiles did, handing Derek two sandwiches, one for himself and Ava, who promptly ran over to him and jumped on his lap.
“You have to wait, I need to open the bag,” Derek told her, leaning down to kiss her nose even as she nipped at him. He growled and she turned her ears toward him, then sat quietly, looking up at him with her big pleading eyes.
Stiles shook his head, opened one baggie, and took a fourth out, handing it to Elijah. Elijah ate, making those little satisfied noises he always did with every bite as he chewed and Stiles smiled. He ate his own sandwich, watching his family as Derek fed Ava and ate his own. Stiles passed around chips for everyone, which the kids and Derek devoured.
Sometimes he forgot how much werewolves ate, but he really shouldn't since he lived with three of them. Once they were done with lunch, Stiles put away all the trash and stood up, brushing his swim trunks off. “Alright, who’s ready to build a sand castle?!”
“Me!” Elijah said, jumping up and down. “Me! Me! Me!”
Derek and Stiles both laughed and Stiles took Elijah’s hand as they headed over to a nice patch of sand, Ava on his heels as Derek followed them.
They ended up building only half a sand castle before they started burying Derek in the sand, Elijah was way too excited about the prospect of burying his father alive. Ava, of course, sat by Derek’s head and then laid next to him, licking his face and ears to make sure he was okay as the sand covered him until he was trapped.
“Oh, no! I’m trapped! You can't leave me here!” Derek pleaded, looking at Elijah and Ava licked his face again.
Stiles laughed. “Well, maybe for a little while. We still have to build a sandcastle.”
“You’ll be okay Daddy,” Elijah added, patting Derek on the head and walking over to grab his bucket and sand shovel.
Ava whined and rubbed her face against Derek’s, which made him chuckle and try to kiss her back.
“It’s okay pumpkin. Daddy is okay, I promise.” Ava looked at him dubiously in her best-confused puppy look, then yipped at him and laid on top of where Derek’s body was buried in the sand. She rested her head on her paws, staring at him as if she expected him to burst out of the sand at any moment.
“I think she thinks you’re going to stay there forever, Derek,” Stiles teased as he helped Elijah build more buildings for their castle.
“I promise I won't,” Derek told Ava and smiled at her, which caused Ava’s tail to wag. “I’ll escape and then we’ll go running, how does that sound?” She just whined again and then laid on her side, staring at him, and digging her paws against the sand but she was only a few months old so she really couldn't do anything to help Derek escape.
Stiles laughed and he and Eljah built their sand castle, Derek napped and talked to Ava as she stayed near him and as they finished the sand castle, Stiles looked up and saw dark clouds on the horizon.
“I think it’s going to storm…” There was lightning far away in the horizon and Stiles counted until he heard the thunder. “It’s still a way out, so we should have time to get everything together.”
He crawled over to where Derek was and kissed him and then Ava, and then Derek again. “I kinda like that I can kiss you and you can't run away,” he teased. “Maybe I should find a way to keep you trapped more often.”
Derek laughed. “You know you don't have to do that for you to kiss me.”
“No, but it has me thinking about other things,” Stiles replied with a smirk and Derek laughed again before his arms burst out of the sand and he grabbed Stiles as he escaped.
Stiles wailed and laughed hard until he was shaking with it. “Ahhhh! The sand beast has escaped!” he cried out.
Elijah came running, flinging himself at Derek and holding onto his back, trying to free Stiles from Derek’s grasp as Ava jumped around them yipping.
They laughed and laughed until Derek grabbed Elijah and flipped him over his shoulder between them. “I think I’m going to have him for dinner!” he growled and tickled Elijah.
“No Daddy! I’m not dinner!” Elijah shrieked, laughing and flailing.
Stiles barely managed not to get knocked out by his son’s wild arms and legs, holding his belly as he fell over laughing with happy tears in his eyes, Ava promptly jumping on him to make sure he was okay.
“Okay, okay. We can't have Elijah for dinner,” Derek replied and sighed heavily, putting on a show for them. “So then what are we going to eat?”
“Hot dogs!” Elijah shouted. “With mustard!”
Stiles frowned. He really didn't want to eat hot dogs, especially not with mustard. “Can I at least have ketchup with mine?”
Derek chuckled. “You can have anything you want.” He freed himself from the rest of the sand, picking Elijah up as he stood. “Come on, let’s get everything picked up before the storm gets here.”
Stiles scooped Ava up into his arms and nuzzled her, giving her kisses as they cleaned up their things and packed them into the Jeep.
He knew they’d be making more trips like this to see the ocean and he couldn't wait to see his family, happily playing until the sun threatened to set in the horizon.
It was a perfect first trip to the beach and they’d have many more firsts with Ava as she grew. Firsts as a new, bigger family.
written for @sterekfests week ten prompt: back to school, @sterekweekly word prompt: video, and @sterekbingo square: showering together
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale
Additional Tags: POV Stiles Stilinski, Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known, Established Relationship, Summer Vacation, Back to School, Alpha Derek Hale
Summary:
Stiles and Derek shower together, enjoying the connection of their mate bond.
The back of Stiles's neck prickled in awareness, and he smiled when Derek stepped into the shower behind him, plastering himself against Stiles's back. Stiles made a pleased sound when Derek wound his strong arms around him. Engulfing him in his warmth. And when Derek kissed the mating bite on his shoulder, Stiles couldn't stop the moan he let out at the intense, all-consuming rush of pure ecstasy and bliss that rushed over him again.
Derek had claimed him.
A sense of completion and rightness consumed Stiles as he leaned back against him.
"Is it always going to be this sensitive?" Stiles asked. It felt as if he were in a dream—blissfully floating in Derek's embrace. He could practically feel Derek's devotion and unconditional love through their bond. It was bright, warm, and utterly all-consuming.
"Not as extreme," Derek whispered, an awed expression on his face. "God, I can feel you."
Stiles turned in his arms, reaching up and scratching at the nape of Derek's neck. "I know. I feel you, too."
"I knew our bond would be strong, but I didn't realize it'd be like this," Derek breathed. "I love you so much."
"I love you too." Stiles sighed happily, flashing Derek a big, dopey grin before tugging him down and kissing him sweetly. He tasted like Stiles's spearmint toothpaste. "Now, c'mon. We need to clean up and get going."
They had a long day ahead of them between driving to campus and then unloading the moving truck.
Derek's face split in a wide grin at his words, so fucking happy that Stiles was moving in with him.
It still felt kind of surreal to Stiles, though. That he was going to be living with Derek. Logically, he knew it shouldn't be—obviously—considering they were mated now. But everything this summer was kind of a whirlwind, happening so fast.
It was like a dream.
Derek grabbed the shampoo, squirting some in his palm before rubbing it into Stiles's hair, working it into a lather. Stiles's heart swelled, and he knew Derek could tell by the bright smile on his face. It was ridiculous how much Derek loved taking care of him.
"It sucks that your dad has to work," Derek said, directing Stiles under the water. "I know he wanted to see the place."
Stiles tipped his head back for Derek to rinse the shampoo from his hair. "Yeah. But I can video call him or something. Or maybe he can come down next weekend."
Derek nodded. "That sounds good. We can take him out to dinner."
"I'll ask him later," Stiles said as Derek continued to clean him. It was such a simple thing, but fuck! It made his knees buckle and his cock grow hard. Which was just ridiculous because they just had sex. He still ached in the best way from Derek's knot.
His cheeks heated, and Stiles tried to focus on something else. As much as he'd love to lean against the wall and offer his ass to Derek again, they couldn't be late since they had to return the truck by four. Plus, they didn't want to keep Isaac, Erica, or Boyd waiting since they were meeting them at the apartment.
Stiles could tell Derek was torn, though. Definitely tempted. His eyes were crimson, and Stiles felt the pinpricks of Derek's claws against his hips. A thrill shot through him—always such a heady feeling knowing that he could make Derek (who always had impeccable control) lose it.
But then Derek chuckled and shook his head. "Christ. You're insatiable."
Stiles shrugged because Derek wasn't wrong. Not when it came to him. "I know we can't."
"Tonight," Derek said. More of a promise, really.
It was an incentive to Stiles—and apparently Derek—and they quickly finished showering and got dressed. After ensuring they had everything, they made their way down to the moving truck they'd loaded last night.
Once they settled in and buckled up, they set off on the four-hour journey back to campus. Stiles was filled with a strange mix of trepidation and excitement for what was to come. This was going to be a new chapter in their lives, and Stiles could hardly wait.
written for @sterekfests week seven prompt: road trip to anywhere, @sterekweekly word prompt: laugh, @sterekbingo square: "you remembered that", and @sterek-and-stuff-events mead moons prompt: hot
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale
Additional Tags: POV Stiles Stilinski, Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known, Established Relationship, Summer Vacation, Alpha Derek Hale, (failed) road trip, Car Troubles, Love Confessions, Fluff
Summary:
…the one with soft affection and love confessions
Ed Sheeran crooned through the Camaro's speakers, singing about finding that perfect love, and Stiles couldn't help but look over at Derek and sing along. Letting the lyrics voice what he was still afraid to say.
Love.
Stiles was in love with Derek.
Derek smiled back, reaching over and taking his hand, and Stiles's heart flipped in his chest. He knew Derek felt the same even if he hadn't said it either. Maybe he thought it was too soon. Most people would, considering their relationship was so new. But that wasn't why Stiles hadn't said it yet. Honestly, every time the word tickled at the tip of his tongue, it felt so…insignificant. There was no way that one word—those four letters—could ever express the depth of his emotions for Derek Hale.
It was more than words. More than that simple yet complex emotion. It was more than love. Derek was his everything.
Derek said something then, but Stiles hadn't been paying attention. Too lost in the word that wanted to bubble out of his throat.
"What?" Stiles asked, laughing at himself. Sometimes it was too easy to get lost in his head. Especially when it came to Derek. Some days it seemed like every thought led back to him. And why wouldn't they? This was the so-called honeymoon phase of their relationship. That time when it was practically expected for them to be so wholly and completely absorbed with each other.
And oh, look. There Stiles went again—losing himself in thoughts of Derek. And honestly, he couldn't even be mad about it.
Derek grinned, his shoulders shaking the way they did when he was trying not to laugh but failing. Asshole, Stiles thought—affectionately, of course. This was something Stiles loved about their relationship. That they could laugh at each other. With each other.
So Stiles reached over and poked him in the ribs. "So what were you saying?"
"I asked if everything was alright," Derek said with a laugh, taking his eyes off the road for a moment to look at him. He let go of Stiles's hand, lifting a finger to Stiles's temple and tapping. "You looked a little lost in thought."
Stiles leaned into the barely there touch. Of course he did. He couldn't get enough of Derek's hands on him in any way, shape, or form. But these innocent touches…Stiles craved them.
"Yeah, I'm good. Just thinking about—" Should he admit it? Would Derek think he was crazy or weirdly obsessed if he knew how much Stiles thought about him?
Probably not. It wasn't as if Derek never admitted to thinking about him. Just the other day, Derek bought him a copy of The Lord of the Rings. His mom had read it to him when he was a kid, and he liked to collect the different editions. It was crazy because Stiles was sure he'd only mentioned that once. On their first date.
'You remembered that?' Stiles had asked, staring at the book. It was such a random thing for Derek to remember. And honestly, Stiles couldn't believe Derek had even paid that much attention to his ramblings. Most people didn't, and Stiles was fine with that. He knew he could be…a lot. When Stiles's mind drifted, there was no telling where it would lead. It was how he ended up writing about circumcision for an Econ paper in high school.
(Don't ask. It made sense at the time.)
Anyway, the point was that Derek had seen the book and thought of Stiles. So Stiles felt pretty safe in admitting—
"You," he said. "I was just thinking about you."
Derek beamed at him with that beautiful smile of his. The kind that lit up his entire face—eyes crinkling in the corners, his dimples popping. "Good things, I hope."
"Always."
"Feel free to think of me often then," Derek said, turning back to the road.
Before Stiles could make a quippy remark, the Camaro shifted hard, lurching as it made a terrible noise.
Stiles winced because that definitely wasn't good.
"What the— Shit." Derek gripped the steering wheel with both hands, sitting up straighter. Stiles could tell he was trying to coax the car by easing up on the gas and letting it coast. Stiles had gone through similar enough times with Roscoe.
Thankfully, there weren't many people on this stretch of road, so Derek was able to pull the Camaro off to the wide shoulder.
"Holy shit," Derek said, holding his hands up as the engine cut off and the car sputtered to a stop. His words came out a little shaky. When he turned to face Stiles, his eyes were wide. "You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm alright." Stiles was used to Roscoe breaking down on him at least once a week—the damn thing was pretty much held together by duct tape and hope. But it was clear Derek wasn't so used to things like this. "Are you?"
Derek nodded, but he still looked a little freaked out. Unsettled. It was kind of surreal to see from the normally easygoing alpha.
"I'm okay. I just…" His brows furrowed in obvious confusion, "don't know what happened. My car's never done this before." Derek tried the ignition, but there was nothing but silence. No sputters or clicks. "Fuck!"
Stiles might not have been a werewolf, but he could easily sense Derek's growing frustration. In an attempt to comfort him, Stiles reached over, placing his hand on Derek's thigh and squeezing. "It'll be alright. We can call a tow truck and have the pack come get us."
They weren't too far out of town yet—maybe twenty minutes into their mini-road trip down the coast.
Derek blew out a long breath, stilling as their eyes met. For a moment, they seemed to stare straight through him. Derek said nothing for a few seconds, but then he sighed—more in resignation than relief, but Stiles would take it.
"You're right," Derek said. "Let me at least pop the hood to see if I can—I don't know. I actually don't know anything about cars beyond changing tires."
Still, Derek got out of the Camaro and propped the hood up.
Derek might not have been a mechanic, but he looked the part, standing there with one hand on the hood as he peered down at the engine. He wore a scowl that was far too sexy, considering the mood.
Stiles's mouth twitched in a small smile as he watched Derek pull out his phone. Sure, Derek looked grumpy, but there was something else in that expression too. Determination and a will to figure things out. Stiles admired that about him.
After a few minutes, Stiles climbed out of the Camaro, coming to stand beside him. Derek had his phone pressed to his ear, probably talking to whatever towing service. Stiles looked at the engine, but honestly, he was only proficient in servicing 1985 CJ-5s. Besides, he doubted Derek had a roll of duct tape lying around.
"Okay," Derek said into the phone, pushing the hood down before placing his hand on the small of Stiles's back. Stiles leaned into him, listening as Derek spoke. "No. No, we have a ride. Thank you, though. Okay. Yeah, I can do that."
And then Derek thanked whoever he was talking to and hung up.
"It's going to take a couple of hours before a tow truck can come out here," Derek told him, and Stiles turned into him, hugging him.
Maybe Derek needed it, maybe he didn't, but Stiles wanted to show him he was there either way.
Derek held him close, rubbing his back. "I already texted Boyd. Should be here soon because he was already out."
"That's good." Stiles nuzzled into the crook of his neck because Derek still seemed tense. It was understandable, though. This was Derek's car. Stiles knew he'd had it since he got his license, just like Stiles had with his Jeep. And despite the ridiculous amount of times Roscoe broke down, Stiles still hated when it happened.
Derek nodded but said nothing. He just Stiles close as he buried his nose in Stiles's hair.
Stiles had to admit, it was kind of enjoyable. Obviously, this wasn't an ideal situation, of course. But there was something kind of nice about being here, broken down, in the middle of nowhere with the man he cared for. It was comforting in a weird sort of way.
At least that was the excuse Stiles was going to use after blurting, "I love you," for no apparent reason.
Derek pulled back, and time seemed to stop as he looked at Stiles, his gaze searching. Assessing. He must have liked whatever he saw, though, because his entire body relaxed. His face broke out in the brightest smile. Seriously, it rivaled the sun, and Stiles wanted to bask in its warmth.
"Say it again," Derek urged, cupping his face. His thumbs brushed Stiles's cheeks, and Stiles couldn't stop grinning at the happiness radiating from him. Derek wasn't that much taller than him, just an inch or two, but Stiles got to his toes, slamming his mouth against Derek's—needing to kiss him.
"I love you," Stiles muttered against his lips, unwilling to pull away. He said it again, punctuating each word with a kiss. "I. Love. You."
Derek's arms tightened around him, as if he were trying to get closer but only succeeded in pushing Stiles back onto the hood. Derek stepped between Stiles's legs, and Stiles locked his hands around Derek's wrists to ground himself before he could fly away.
Derek growled, and the sound went straight to Stiles's cock. He couldn't stop the moan that escaped him. Especially when he threw his head back and Derek latched onto his throat, sucking what were sure to be dark bruises onto his skin.
Fuck! Stiles hoped they lasted for days. Wanted those marks imprinted on him forever so he'd be reminded of this moment every time he caught his reflection in the mirror.
They probably would have devoured each other right then and there if someone hadn't honked, breaking them out of their lust-filled trance. Derek pulled back, dropping his hands from Stiles's face but lacing their fingers together as he helped Stiles stand again.
Stiles let out a nervous chuckle, heat rising to his cheeks.
Fuck.
There they were, out in the open, and Stiles had been ready to bend over the Camaro's hood if Derek asked.
"Sorry," Derek said quietly, a sheepish look on his face. God, he was too fucking cute sometimes, which was just unfair for someone as hot as him. "That wasn't very gentlemanly of me."
Stiles barked a laugh, dropping his head to Derek's chest. It wasn't as if Derek had acted alone.
Derek cradled his face, tipping his head up until Stiles was looking at him again.
"I love you too," Derek said. His voice was so soft. Softer than Stiles had ever heard it before.
Stiles's heart thundered in his chest. He hadn't expected Derek to say it back. Hadn't needed it since he already knew. "I know. And some people might say it's too soon, but I know how I feel. I know how you make me feel."
"I know," Derek whispered. He took Stiles's hands, lifting them and kissing Stiles's knuckles. "I feel the same way. I knew it from the moment I saw you in the quad that day at school."
Stiles could swear his knees went weak. Derek's words, the gesture… God, he could have swooned.
It didn't matter that their trip was cut short. Nothing would take away from this—their moment together on the side of the road, declaring their love. Where it was just Stiles and Derek, and literally, nothing else existed.
With that, Derek kissed him. It was soft and affectionate, bursting with their love for one another. And a promise of more good things to come.
written for @sterekfests week six prompt: luxe lakeside, @sterekweekly word prompt: ocean, @sterekbingo square: falling asleep on my shoulder, and @sterek-and-stuff-events mead moons prompt(s): claiming, full moon, and buck
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale
Additional Tags: POV Stiles Stilinski, Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known, Established Relationship, Summer Vacation, Alpha Derek Hale, Full Moon, Werewolf Courting, Blow Jobs, Fluff, Hunting and Providing, Erica Reyes is a Little Shit, Hale Pack - FREEFORM
[excerpt]
Stiles could feel Derek's gaze on him. It was like a physical touch, and when he looked over his shoulder, he smirked. Derek's eyes were dark, flared with heat.
"See something you like?" Stiles asked, a teasing lilt to his voice.
Derek pressed against his back, kissing his shoulder before turning Stiles in his arms. "You know I do."
"Holy shit," Stiles whispered as he climbed out of Derek's Camaro.
When Derek said his family owned a cabin by the lake, Stiles had stupidly imagined something more like the small, quaint wooden cabin he used to stay in whenever he went fishing with his dad as a kid. The kind with a low front porch and long overhanging roof—not the mansion in front of him.
It was all stone and wood and glass windows. High ceilings with diagonal harsh angles. An architect's dream.
After Derek grabbed their bags from the backseat, Stiles followed him up the steps to the wraparound porch and into the cabin. It was quiet, which was surprising since Isaac, Erica, and Boyd were already here, but they were probably down at the lake by now.
"Let me put the bags in our room and then I'll give you a tour," Derek said, leading him down the hall to the last door on the left.
Stiles was sure he looked ridiculous with his mouth hanging open as he took in the floor-to-ceiling windows on two walls that looked out toward the lake and into nature. The room was painted in warm colors, and they had a fireplace, as well as a private bathroom. In short, it was perfect.
Derek set their bags on the bed and turned to Stiles with a smile. "Did you want to change? I figure we can head down to the lake after the tour. Everyone else is probably down there already."
"Yeah," Stiles said, walking up next to him and grabbing his bag. He unzipped it and dug around for a pair of his swimming trunks. However, he froze the moment Derek yanked his shirt over his head, putting all that smooth skin and hard muscles on display.
Drool.
Seriously, Stiles knew Derek had to scent his arousal. The smirk on Derek's stupidly handsome face said as much.
"Oh, shut up," Stiles grumbled, though it was without heat. Besides, it wasn't as if Derek wasn't just as affected by Stiles—which was proven when Derek growled after Stiles took his own shirt off.
Stiles could feel Derek's gaze on him. It was like a physical touch, and when he looked over his shoulder, he smirked. Derek's eyes were dark, flared with heat.
"See something you like?" Stiles asked, a teasing lilt to his voice.
Derek pressed against his back, kissing his shoulder before turning Stiles in his arms. "You know I do."
And when Derek's hand landed on the side of his neck—his thumb creating circles on Stiles's skin that exploded through his body in currents of pleasure—Stiles quit breathing. The look on Derek's face was intense, as if Derek were devouring him with his eyes. And then Derek dropped his hand, only to place it on Stiles's bare waist as he dipped down to mouth at the crook of Stiles's neck.
Derek's lips, so soft and moist, nibbled on his skin. Stiles moaned, tilting his head back in encouragement.
"One day, I'm going to claim you," Derek whispered before biting down a little harder. Then his tongue swept over the spot, sending shivers down Stiles's spine. "Right here."
Jesus fuck.
Stiles wanted that. He wanted Derek to suck bruises onto his neck and shoulders. Onto his chest, stomach, and thighs. He wanted Derek's marks all over him—claiming him. He knew it would happen one day, and he couldn't fucking wait.
Derek's mouth laid a path along Stiles's throat, dropping hot, wet kisses along the way. Stiles's dick sprang to attention, straining painfully against the zipper of his jeans. Derek raised his head, his tongue landing at Stiles's ear, and Stiles shivered when Derek sucked his earlobe into his mouth.
He gasped.
He moaned.
"You smell so good," Derek whispered before shoving their bags to the floor and pushing Stiles back onto the mattress.
Derek straddled him, urging him to lie down. He attacked Stiles not even a second later, as if he couldn't wait. Kissing him—all hot and wild. Crazed with desire.
Stiles scrambled back to get all the way onto the bed, pulling Derek with him.
Yes, yes, yes, his body chanted as time slammed to a halt. Everything and everyone was forgotten. This was all Stiles wanted right now. All he needed.
Derek's hard, warm body over him, pressing him down into the mattress.
Derek's big hands threaded into his hair.
Derek's mouth slanted down over his again and again.
Oh yes, oh fucking yes, please.
Derek's lips were warm and wet. His tongue made long, greedy draws against Stiles's that made his toes curl. There was absolutely no finesse to their making out; both were too hungry. Too desperate. The room filled with their moans and groans. Their grunts and heavy breathing.
Stiles trailed his hands over the hard planes of Derek's back, the skin-to-skin driving him wild. And then Derek pulled away. Stiles let out a completely unmanly whimper, but Derek grabbed his chest, tweaking his nipples, and Stiles let out a howl of need.
Derek's eyes were half-mast, filled with lust. His golden skin was flushed with desire—for Stiles. It was such a heady feeling. With Derek grinding against him, Stiles was sure he'd blow in his jeans.
Especially when Derek said, "Want to suck you."
And before Stiles could even nod, Derek began dropping hot, open-mouthed kisses across his pecs, lingering over his nipples. Then he traced the centerline of Stiles's chest with his tongue. Like a fucking tease.
Stiles was on fire, panting like a maniac. He lifted his hips when Derek yanked his jeans open, tugging them and his boxers down his legs. And when Derek nuzzled his groin, Stiles fisted the sheets. His grip tightened when Derek's tongue traced his cock. It sent an electric jolt through him, and his hips canted off the bed, desperate for a bit of friction.
When Derek opened his mouth and took Stiles in, Stiles's brain took a sabbatical. It short-circuited as everything was reduced to wet heat and suction.
Stiles looked down his body, and the sight almost undid him. Derek Hale was on his fucking knees—for him. His cheeks were drawn in, and he gave a good, hard suck, making Stiles shout.
Derek moaned, and Stiles watched as he reached down, rubbing himself through his jeans.
Derek moaned again, and the vibration almost finished Stiles off.
"Wanna suck you, too," Stiles rasped.
Derek quickly yanked his jeans open. He pushed them and his boxer briefs off, and they hit the floor with a jingle when he kicked them over the side of the bed. And then Derek was back. He flipped around, kneeling beside Stiles's head, and bent over, taking Stiles from an even better angle than before.
"Ugnng…" Stiles said. It was hard to be eloquent with Derek's mouth on his dick.
He ran his hand up the inside of Derek's bare thigh, his fingers sifting through his soft leg hair on the way to the good stuff. When Stiles cupped him, Derek gasped. When Stiles stroked him, he moaned.
The salty flavor of skin burst on Stiles's tongue when he gave Derek a long, slow suck, and Derek let out the sexiest noise Stiles had ever heard—no matter how many times they did this.
Stiles swirled his tongue and slowly slipped down to the thicket of dark curls at the base of Derek's gorgeous cock, licking every inch of him. Derek was thick and hard and throbbing in his mouth, and then it was practically over.
Derek kept moaning as he thrust into Stiles's mouth, and Stiles knew he wouldn't survive it. It was too good. He was too close.
So. Fucking. Close.
His balls drew up tight, and he pulled off Derek's dick, stroking him as he slammed his head back onto the pillow and gasped, "Oh, fuck. I'm coming."
His orgasm crested, filling his world with intense, pulsing pleasure. A few seconds later, Derek followed him over the edge, coming on a muffled groan, spilling over Stiles's hand and shuddering with satisfaction.
Silence descended as they caught their breaths, Derek panting against Stiles's stomach.
"Come up here," Stiles croaked, wiping his hand on the comforter, and Derek swiveled and fell, his head landing on the pillow beside Stiles.
Derek turned on his side, reaching for him. They kissed, and Derek's mouth was salty now. Stiles could taste himself, and—fuck!—that was hot. They laid there, making out for seconds, minutes, hours, when there was a knock on the bedroom door.
Shit.
Stiles had forgotten that the pack was there, and when he looked up, Erica pushed the door open, her cherry-red lips lifted in a smug grin.
Derek threw a pillow at her, quickly maneuvering his body to shield Stiles from view.
"If you guys are done," she said, easily catching the pillow and throwing it back. "Boyd's got the grill fired up."
Derek swatted the pillow away before it could hit them and let out a sort of growl mixed with an exasperated laugh. "We'll be there in a minute!"
She tossed her blonde curls over her shoulder and turned on her heels. Her laughter echoed down the hall, and Stiles chuckled nervously. It wasn't the first time they'd been caught in a compromising position, but it was still embarrassing.
Derek probably sensed his unease because he began rubbing soothing circles on Stiles's back. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay," Stiles shrugged, huffing a laugh. "I'm surprised you didn't hear her, though."
"Well," Derek kissed the tip of his nose. There was humor in his eyes. "I was kind of distracted..."
Stiles snorted, then nodded because that was true. Besides, it wasn't as if they had any real sense of privacy with Derek's pack around. After a moment, he said, "Alright. Guess we should change and get out there then."
Derek nodded, giving him a soft kiss before climbing off the bed, and Stiles did the same. They picked their bags up from the floor and found their swim trunks. They quickly cleaned themselves up and changed.
"Ready for the tour?" Derek asked when they were done, and Stiles nodded.
He followed Derek back down the hall to the huge living room with comfortable-looking couches and armchairs. The fireplace was massive and had a large wrought iron clock above it.
Super fancy, but also cozy. Homey.
They walked into the kitchen, and Stiles was sure it could rival any five-star restaurant with its stainless steel, high-end appliances. And there was a large center island that could easily seat Derek's pack.
After a quick tour of the rest of the cabin, Derek and Stiles headed outside. The backyard had a huge firepit, and Stiles couldn't wait to sit out here, curled up on one of the deck chairs while the pack ran under the full moon.
All at once, a wave of calm washed over Stiles. He could still feel the warmth of Derek's hands on his skin and the echo of his pleasure in his body.
Derek put his arm around Stiles as they walked toward the pack, and Stiles couldn't help but smile. This was his life now, and he wanted to savor every moment.
He didn't want to take this for granted—not for one second.
He'd never felt happier.
****
Stiles sat on the back deck, grateful for the warm evening air. He watched in awe as Derek and his pack ran through the woods under the full moon—the sky painted purple. Every once in a while, he could see them dash between the trees, their silhouettes lit by the silvery light. It was a beautiful sight, and somehow, Stiles felt connected to them. As if he could feel their wild energy and connection to the natural world.
There was something about the experience that stirred something deep inside him. Almost as if he were home.
Derek howled. The sound echoed through the trees, and all Stiles wanted to do was be out there with him. Running beside him. Well, more like walking because, honestly, Stiles hated running.
So he stepped off the back deck, shoving his hands in his pockets as he trekked toward the tree line. He breathed in the night air and listened as the pack's responding howls faded into the night.
Usually, Stiles would be scared to walk through the woods at night with the trees casting ominous shadows, their dark fingers stretching toward him in the moonlight. But this time, the moonlit forest was comforting—as if it embraced him. It was almost peaceful. It also helped to know that he wasn't alone. All Stiles had to do was call out, and Derek would come running with three werewolves at his heels.
Stiles closed his eyes, tilting his head back as he took in the sounds and scents around him: rustling leaves, a loud whoop and laughter from the pack, and the smell of damp earth and rotting wood. When he opened his eyes, he smiled at the glow of pale moonlight. It was like an awakening of his senses, and he couldn't help the feeling of contentment that washed over him as he stood there, just inside the tree line.
A branch snapped. Stiles squinted, trying to spot whatever was coming his way. A figure stepped out from the shadows—a hulking beast of a wolf that stood nearly as tall as him, fur black as night.
Derek.
Stiles smiled as he approached, and then his mouth dropped open at the sight of the large buck Derek was dragging. He was speechless as Derek set it at his feet.
Derek looked smug, wearing a smirk that was recognizable in any form. And he had every right to because, sure, Derek was an alpha werewolf, but this buck was massive. Not something Derek chased and snapped up with ease. No, a buck like this wouldn't have been easy prey.
Derek had to hunt this one down.
And Stiles knew there was significance in the gesture. A courting ritual for werewolves. Derek was showing Stiles that he could provide for him—that he would be a good mate.
It sent a thrill through Stiles to know that Derek wanted him that much.
"Thank you," Stiles said, brushing his knuckles down the side of Derek's face, and when Derek sat back on his haunches, Stiles carded his fingers through Derek's soft fur and pressed their foreheads together, smiling. "My alpha."
Derek's tail thumped wildly on the ground before giving Stiles a tongue bath.
"Okay, yeah, no." Stiles grimaced but laughed, pushing Derek back before wiping the slurpy kiss away with his shirt. "We don't make out in wolf form."
Derek chuffed, but there was humor in the tone, so Stiles didn't think he'd offended him. And then Derek gently bit down on Stiles's hand, tugging him back toward the cabin.
Or at least that was where Stiles thought Derek was taking him until Derek turned down the path that led toward the lake. It might not have been the ocean, but it was still beautiful, nonetheless. Derek let him go when they got to the water's edge and trotted out into the water.
Stiles chuckled, running a hand through his hair. The lake was dotted with what looked like tiny sparkles beneath the surface, as if stars had fallen into the water.
"Er, what are you doing?" Stiles asked. "And what about the deer?"
Derek didn't answer. Instead, he ducked under the water, disappearing for a few moments. When he reappeared, he was shifted back.
"The pack will take care of the buck." Derek said, walking out of the water until it was waist-high, looking hot as fuck. The dim light made shadows in the valleys of his abs, taunting Stiles. Teasing him. "The water's nice. You should join me."
"I don't have my suit," Stiles pointed out, but Derek gave him a look that screamed, so? It made sense since Derek was naked, after all.
So Stiles kicked off his shoes before stripping out of his clothes, dropping them onto the rocks at the water's edge. It wasn't a hot night, but the temperature wasn't too bad when Stiles stepped into the water. In fact, it caressed his bare skin as he waded toward Derek.
Derek chuckled, and the sound made Stiles smile, his chest warming. It was probably cliché, but it really was music to his ears.
When he reached Derek, Stiles sprung forward, grabbing Derek's shoulders as he wrapped his legs around him.
Derek cupped his ass and kissed him, moaning into his mouth.
"You are so fucking addictive," Derek whispered when he broke the kiss.
Stiles blushed. Or at least he assumed he was from the heat rising to his cheeks. So he let go of Derek and ducked under the water, swimming out toward the floating platform. Stiles had laid out there earlier after they ate lunch.
The difference now was that the water was dark. Obviously.
The lake was beautiful—and a little creepy, if he were being honest. There was a tiny part of Stiles that hated when his feet touched something he couldn't see. And, as if he manifested it, something touched his leg when he was almost to the dock. He knew it was Derek, though. And sure enough, Derek broke the surface not even a second later, face split in a ridiculous grin.
Stiles splashed him, exclaiming, "You asshole!" Though his tone was light—no heat in his words.
Derek laughed, treading water beside him. "Forgive me?"
Stiles nodded, biting back a grin. "Just don't do it again."
"I won't," Derek promised. The expression on his face was soft and sincere, and Stiles trusted that he really wouldn't.
Derek smiled and hauled himself onto the floating platform, but Stiles didn't climb on just yet. He needed the water to cool his heated skin. Especially when Derek sat on the edge, his legs dangling in the water while his bare chest glistened under the moonlight.
Jesus. So sexy.
When Derek held out his hand, Stiles took it, allowing Derek to pull him up onto the platform. They laid side by side, watching the stars overhead as they talked about anything and everything. About nothing.
Stiles couldn't help himself—he curled closer to Derek, inhaling his scent and feeling content. When Derek cupped his cheek, Stiles leaned in and kissed him. Opened for him as their tongues tangled. And when Derek's fingers wove through the hair at the back of Stiles's head, Stiles moaned, grateful that the darkness gave them some semblance of privacy.
There he was, making out with the most beautiful man, Derek's cock hard against his belly. This had to be what heaven felt like.
Stiles pulled away with a sigh and laid his head on Derek's shoulder, snuggling closer. It was late, and he was getting tired but also wasn't quite ready for the night to end. Still, he must have drifted off at some point because Derek shook him awake. He smiled as Stiles blinked up at him, bleary-eyed.
"Hey," Derek whispered, trailing a finger down the side of Stiles's face. "We should head back. You were falling asleep on my shoulder."
Stiles groaned. Okay, it was more of a yawn.
"It's too soon," he complained.
Derek chuckled. "Come on, Sleeping Beauty. There's always tomorrow."
Stiles sighed, but it was half-hearted. He wanted to stay, but Derek was right—they had the rest of the weekend. Besides, it wasn't as if they couldn't cuddle in bed. So he clambered off the dock, shivering as he dipped below the tepid water.
There was a splash beside him, and then Derek popped up next to him, grinning. He spun, giving Stiles his back. "Come on. I'll carry you back."
Stiles couldn't help but smile at the gesture and did as he said. His heart swelled as Derek swam them back to shore.
Twenty minutes and a quick shower later, he was tucked away in bed—heart completely full. And as he drifted off to sleep, Stiles never wanted this feeling to end.
