Sunlight poured through Stiles' window, hitting his eyelids and waking him up. Stiles sighed happily. That had been a great nap. He wish it had been longer. He was having such a nice dream...

His eyes fluttered open slowly. In front of him he saw his hand held in someone else's. At first, he thought maybe it was his dad. But then he realized that the hair on the knuckles of the hand was too dark to be his dad's. Stiles gasped and sat up.

Derek Hale was resting at his bedside, his head lay on his covers and his fingers were interlocked with Stiles'. Stiles was freaking out. He was ready to yank his hand away from Derek's and yell at him. But Derek looked so... Peaceful. 

Stiles was amazed. He had never seen Derek look so at peace. His face was completely relaxed. His usual scowl was gone. He was... Handsome. Well... Actually he was always pretty hot. But now he was handsome. Damn, he had fantastic cheekbones. 

What the hell?! What was he thinking?! Oh god, he was never going to live this down. Cheekbones?! Come on.

But... Derek had been so nice to him. Derek had caught him before he fell. He drove him home and put him to bed. He talked with him when he cried about his parents and calmed him down. Derek was so sweet to him. There was no way Stiles could disturb him. 

He smiled a little. Damn sour wolf and I are even now. He thought as he lay back down beside him. His eyes fluttered shut and he went back to sleep.

    —•☽♡❍♡☾•—

Derek woke up later that night to Stiles' father shaking his shoulder. He looked up to see Sheriff Stilinski grinning down at him and looking a little less than friendly. 

"Hey there." He said. "So... You and my son."

Derek looked down to realize he was still holding a sleeping Stiles' hand. He quickly pulled his hand away. 

Sheriff Stiliski grinned. "I remember you, son." He said. "You were a wanted criminal at one point. Wanted for murder."

Derek swallowed nervously. This wasn't going well. 

"You're also... What, twenty?" He chuckled. "So you're after a younger boy."

Oh shit. Derek knew he was in trouble. He'd probably arrest Derek for statutory rape charges. Or breaking and entering. God knows what kind of shit the Sheriff could pull on his ass. He really didn't want to be a wanted criminal again. Especially on rape charges. He didn't have a problem with most criminal charges, but fuck, that was just so wrong. He didn't want to be that guy. He was creepy enough already.

"I'm just his friend." Derek said. 

The Sheriff snorted in derision. "Sure, sure." He said sarcastically. "I'm supposed to believe that bullshit. Let's be real with each other for a moment, I had a couple of friends back in my day. All bad boys like you. I know your game."

Derek blushed. He really didn't need to hear that. He could have lived a long, sort-of-happy life without knowing that. 

"Dad." Stiles mumbled from the bed. "Stop harassing him."

Now it was the Sheriff's turn to blush. "I didn't know you were awake." He said loudly. 

"I am now." Stiles said, sitting up to glare at his father. "We didn't have sex! Jesus, dad, you know I like Lydia!"

The Sheriff rolled his eyes. "Oh, be honest for once. You like Derek too."

"No I do not!" Stiles shouted after his father as he left the room. He slammed the door behind him, leaving Derek and Stiles alone. The silence was very awkward. Derek's scowl was back again, and he was looking down at his lap. Stiles wanted to break the silence, but he didn't know how. Finally, Derek said the first words.

"I should probably go." He said. Stiles heart sank in his chest. He wanted Derek to stay. But he was right. His dad was probably going to yell at him about Derek being over and then he had homework to catch up on. Derek took Stiles' silence as agreement and stood up. Just as he opened the window and got ready to jump out, he was stopped. Stiles had grabbed his arm and pulled him back, just like Derek had done earlier in the day when Stiles had tried to go to class. 

"Wait!" Stiles said loudly. Louder than he needed to. He blushed. 

Derek looked back at him. "Yeah?"

Stiles just smiled at him. "Thanks."

Derek just shrugged, but on the inside, he was beaming. "No problem." He said casually.

Stiles let him go then. Derek jumped out of Stiles window and disappeared into the night. He watched him go. Staring off into the darkness long after he was gone. 

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Yeah, nobody reads these anyway because nobody reads this fic! So basically I can say whatever I want. I'm gay. I'm so gay that I can't even sit up straight. But you know what? I watch straight porn. Who would've thought?

-💕 Bubblegum 💕