I love how people definitely got my story. I don't want Stiles to seem like a girl, he has some control in the relationship, absolutely some authority. I mean Derek is boss, we can't forget that but he's willing to give some power up in their relationship. Anyways so I'm excited to write this one and I hope you guys are excited to read it. I had to add a little bit more to the story, so this is about the snapshot but with a side story, I guess. Oh and let's not forget, first to review means you can pick the next snapshot. The first person forgot that and I went with the 2nd reviewer. Read on.

#25 Boxers

Stiles is mortified when his dad catches them and he doesn't need Derek to point out that there are both in boxers.

Who's that I see walkin' in these woods?
Why, it's Little Red Riding Hood.
Hey there Little Red Riding Hood,
You sure are looking good.
You're everything a big bad wolf could want.
Listen to me.

Stiles just couldn't get enough of this song, it's on a loop and he likes who it reminds him of. He's tapping his foot, and clicking the top of his pen repetitively, the sheet of math problems in front of him appearing trivial. Stiles let his mind drift to Derek, his big bad wolf for what might be the fourth time tonight. He had called Derek and got no answer. Derek was usually over when his dad wasn't here and his dad had left hours ago. He felt guilty that he had to hide Derek from his father, he really wanted his dad to know about Derek. He was going to have to tell his dad that he was gay but of course he'd have to skip out on the werewolf part. Stiles couldn't help thinking if his mother was still alive, she would be the first to know. He knows she'd love Derek, she wouldn't mind if he was a guy. And Derek wouldn't be able to keep his bad boy charm around her, and he'd be putty in her hands.

A soft, sad smile placed itself on Stiles lips at the thought of his mother, heaving a sigh he thought, I'm going to have to tell my dad that I'm gay, this was going to be more awkward then when his dad tried to give him the sex talk.

"Hey Danny, could I talk to you bro?" Stiles said approaching Danny.

Closing his locker, Danny said "If I say no, you'll still talk to me, so what's the point."

"You know if more people got that, my life would be easier." Stiles said, putting an arm around Danny's shoulders.

Danny let out an exasperated breath, "What do you want, Stiles."

"I had a question for you. I was wondering if we could talk."

"Okay, so talk."

"Not now I meant at lunch or something." Stiles laughed nervously and Danny gave him a look most people give him, confused.

"You're being stranger than usual."

"No one's ever used the word usual to refer to me, it's a nice change."

"Right, well so you want to talk at lunch."

"Yea, definitely, you know what I'll uh I'll see you at lunch." Stiles muttered, walking away a little too fast.

Stiles felt extremely uncomfortable, and he started counting how many minutes till lunch, he didn't know what he was going to say. And he found himself actually wishing that the time in class would be longer. How was he suppose to ask Danny what the proper way to tell your father, you're gay. He shifted nervously when the bell rang for lunch, getting up sluggishly he looked around for Danny.

"Hey Stiles, over here." Danny was waving at him, motioning him over.

"Uh actually I thought we could talk somewhere quiet." Stiles said looking around the crowded, loud cafeteria. He didn't want anyone to overhear them.

"Okay, how about the library?"

When they reached the library, Stiles sat opposite of Danny and was staring down at his hands, uneasily rubbing them together.

"You okay?"

Nodding his head, Stiles answered "Huh, yea. I'm good." A silence fell between them.

"You know I don't think I've ever seen you so quiet. You had a question to ask me, right?"

"…yea, how did you tell your parents you're… you know playing for the same team?"

"You can say gay, you know. And why would you need to know that unless… you're gay?" Danny had a skeptic look on his face.

"Yup." Stiles hand carded through his short hair anxiously.

"Wait, are you being serious? Or is this a joke. Why do you think you're gay?"

"Well probably because I have a boyfriend who I've been continually seeing and sleeping with, but what do I know, could be just a phase", Stiles said sarcastically instantly feeling bad, "Shit, I'm sorry Danny. I usually reserve that kind of sarcasm for Scott. I just want to tell my dad without him freaking out, I'm tired of hiding."

"It's okay, I know what you're feeling. Scared you might be rejected and hated. But if your dad really loves you, he'll accept you, Stiles. There's no real way to tell him, there's no trick. You just tell him and hope for the best."

Stiles face was in his hands, he was chewing on his lip, unintentionally bruising them.

Danny saw Stiles' distress, "You should have your boyfriend there for support, I'm sure it would help."

"Yea…Thanks, Danny. This was helpful."

Danny got up and patted Stiles back, "I'm sure your dad will be okay with it."

"Yea. Again thanks bro."

Stiles had been pacing his room waiting for Derek, he had texted Derek telling him he needed him. Derek came in quickly, not bothering to knock and almost broke the window.

"You know there's a door." Stiles says folding his arms.

Derek scoffs, sarcasm lacing the words, "I'm sorry, Stiles. Let me go back out and knock on the door so you can let me in."

"I'm going to let that slide, but just to set future precedent, sarcasm is my thing."

Derek just looks around impatiently, looking for the reason he had to hurry, tilts his head and says "Seriously, you're still listening to this?"

What full lips you have.
They're sure to lure someone bad.
So until you get to grandma's place
I think you ought to walk with me and be safe

The Li'l Red Riding Hood song is playing, has been for a while now. Stiles goes to the stereo and turns it up, smiling at Derek's expression.

"Did you just want me to come over for this?" Although Derek's entire stance says annoyed, he can tell Derek's a little worried.

"What you don't like my taste in music?" Stiles says walking up to Derek.

"Are you going to tell me why I had to rush over here when you're obviously okay."

Stiles is a little stunned that he's not embarrassed to tell Derek this, but he just answers, "Well I wanted you to be here so I can tell my-"

Derek's thumb is brushing over Stiles bottom lip, "What happened to your lip?"

Stiles had been unconsciously abusing it ever since he got home, the talk with Danny still fresh in his mind.

"It's red and bruised like how it is after a make out session, explain."

"No time for jealousy. I did it to myself, I've been freaking out. And you're here because I need you, so I can tell my dad." Stiles doesn't take a second to breathe. "And I asked Danny how-"

"Stop, breathe. So basically you want to tell your dad that we're together."

Stiles smiles and breathes. Only Derek wouldn't need him to explain any further.

"No problem. We'll tell him together. Oh and by the way, I'm the only one who can do that to your lips." Derek's kissing him, sucking at his bottom lip.

Stiles laughs, and leans into the kiss. He really needs this right now, really needs Derek.

"My dad won't be here for a while, so we've got time." Stiles says pulling at Derek's leather jacket.

"So slow down like you said we've got time", chuckling at Stiles eagerness, he kisses him slowly, then latching his mouth to Stiles neck.

"What full lips you have." Derek says examining Stiles lips. Derek picks Stiles up and maneuvers them to the bed.

"Wow you're cheesy." The music in the background is still playing, "And you know what, I take offense to being picked up like that, I'm not a girl."

"Liar. You like being manhandled." Derek removes Stiles' shirt leaving trails of love bites along Stiles neck and chest, smiling as he listens to Stiles heart.

Stiles is breathing unevenly, "Only by you. I talked to Dann- ouch."

Derek bit into his shoulder roughly then as an apology he lapped at it. "Sorry, but I want you to stop talking."

"A simple shut up would have sufficed." Stiles pants out, lifting up the edge of Derek's shirt.

Lifting up his shirt for Stiles, Derek declares "that never works."

Stiles fingers run over Derek's stomach, he loves that he's allowed to touch Derek, anytime he wants. The first time they did this, Derek wasn't exactly welcoming Stiles touches, he seemed to be fighting something the whole time but now Derek's much more at ease.

Derek swirls his tongue in Stiles navel, and Stiles breath hitches in his throat, clutching at Derek's shoulders. He feels Derek pulling at his pants and he lifts his hips to help.

"Nice boxers." Stiles is wearing black boxers that fit snug against his skin.

"Shut up." Stiles wheezes out.

Derek shoves a thigh in between Stiles' legs and receives a groan from Stiles and an involuntary thrust upwards. Derek's staring at him hungrily, eyes a light blue contrasting with his dark gaze, he nudges Stiles' hip, a cue to turn over.

"No…I want…I want to see you -can we um I want to see you", It must be a werewolf thing, Stiles thinks, how Derek wants him on his hands and knees. Stiles moves, Derek looks at him and says "I thought you wanted" but he doesn't finish, he smirks when Stiles sits in his lap. Stiles wraps his arms around Derek's neck and presses them closer and kisses. The kiss is heated, nothing more than a clash of teeth and tongue, a few nips here and there.

"Your pants … I ...off", Stiles can't seem to form coherent sentences as he reaches for Derek's belt.

"Look who's speechless." Derek rises with Stiles wrapped around his waist and undoes the belt and kicks them off. Sitting back on the bed, Derek's nostrils flare as Stiles squirms in his lap, his fingernails dig into Stiles hips and he gives Stiles a warning look.

"Ha, looks whose control is dimming." Stiles retorts.

Then Derek is frowning, eyebrows knitting together, and he looks as if he's concentrating, "Stiles, I think-"

Stiles' father comes in right there, "Hey, Stiles you want din-"

"Oh my god, DAD! Invasion of privacy, don't you knock." Stiles cries out, he's trying to pull himself out of Derek's lap, he can tell from Derek's hold that he's a little reluctant to let go. Stiles reaches for the sheets, struggling to cover up. God he's never going to live this down, he thinks humiliated.

His father had closed the door as soon as he opened it, and then opened it in disbelief like what he's seeing isn't real.

"Dad, I c-can explain." Stiles voice is just a whisper but it's cracked and Derek has to refrain himself from reaching over to Stiles to calm him down, touching Stiles might enrage his father.

"Get dressed now, I want to talk to you." And with that he closes the door.

Derek reaches for Stiles, making an effort to soothe him, "At least we're not naked, we still have our boxers on", but all he gets is a glare.

"Really don't think that helps", because Stiles is mortified and he doesn't need Derek to say that.

"Shit, I wanted to tell him but not like this." Stiles buries his face in a pillow, Derek's petting him.

"Stiles, I'm sorry. I should have been concentrating but the music and it's hard to have control with you. I can't focus on everything." Stiles looks over at the stereo, the song isn't funny anymore. "We'll just go down and talk to him, he's angry now but he'll calm down." Derek continues, and goes over to turn off the radio.

Stiles head pops up, "We? Oh no, I know I wanted you to be here for when I talk to him but that was before he saw me in your lap writhing. He'll just get madder so I'll talk to him alone and you'll leave. Oh and out the front door this time." Stiles adds.

Derek doesn't look happy, but he agrees. "I'll wait for you outside after you're done talking, I want to see you."

Stiles nods and get dress, not saying anything at how possessive that sounded.

Once they're both fully dressed, Derek asked "Are you sure you want me to leave because your heart says otherwise."

"Yes, go. I'm just nervous."

When they reach the bottom of the stairs, Stiles says goodbye to Derek and goes to the living room to talk to his father. Stiles approaches cautiously, "H-hey daddy-o", wanting the tension to be gone.

"Sit down." Stiles does as he's told.

"Dad, before you yell-"

"No, stop. I've got something to say. Why didn't you tell me? I'm your father, did you think I wouldn't be okay with this? Stiles, I love you. That doesn't change because you're gay. You're all I have." His dad looks so disappointed.

"Dad…" Stiles would have rather his father be angry with him. The disappointment makes him feel so much worse. "Dad, I'm sorry. I wanted to tell you I did, I just wasn't sure how you'd react and I planned on telling you today, I swear."

"You know what the funny thing is?"

"What?" It comes out so meekly.

"I sort of figured you were. I mean that essay on the male circumcision for your final, not to mention, no girl leaves bites like that on your neck. Oh and my favorite clue, when you asked if you're attractive to gay guys." His father sighs and resumes "Your mother would have been better at this, you know I love you, right?"

Stiles nods and grins, "I guess I forgot you're perceptive."

"I'm a cop, its part of my job."

Stiles laughs, "Thanks, dad. For understanding."

His dad smiles and hugs him. "Two more things, you're grounded."

"Yea, I figured. What else?"

"Uh, you're using protection, right?"

Stiles' face reddens, "Y-Yes, oh my god."

"Good because you refuse to have that talk but you're having sex. I just wanted to know if it was safe sex."

Stiles looks awkwardly around, avoiding meeting his father's eyes because could this get even more embarrassing, "It is."

"And I want to meet him, I assuming this is the same guy from when we had that talk in the car."


"Set up dinner, I want to talk to him. Oh and next time lock the door."

"Okay." And his father hugs him again, "Oh more hugs, cool."

He tells his father he's going to go throw out the trash but he runs to the corner to Derek's car.

"Hey." Stiles notes how the tension in Derek's body vanishes as he enters the car. "Did you hear?"

"Yes, he took it well."

"Yea, I was worried for no reason and all I had to do was lose my pride. God, I wanted to kill myself when he came in."

Derek chuckles, "If he came in a couple minutes later…" Derek sentence drifts off because they both know that it wouldn't have been pretty.

"That would have been bad", Stiles shivers.

"Be happy, that you were wearing those black snug boxers."

"Shut up."

"You do realize once your father knows I was in the back of his cruiser, arrested for murder, the dinner's going to be beyond awkward."


Whoo! Longest one ever, but that probably means more mistakes. I thought I might as well put this with the snapshot Boxers because if the dad catches them he's going to want an explanation, so Stiles should just tell him he's gay. Oh and you can pick from Chapter 2 now. Don't forget to review. Also did anyone see that Our Deal with Tyler Posey and Chloe Moretz, pretty awesome and ...sad but still awesome. :D