Summary: If Stiles hadn't gone to school that day.
Note: Fuck Alpha!Peter, I do what I want.


Stiles awoke when it was still slightly dark, and he guessed it was the early morning. A soft breeze was felt on his bare shoulders, but he didn't mind it. It was a refreshing way to wake up. He turned around, onto his back, the warm body pressed against his own moving slightly to adjust to him. He cuddled into Derek's arms that were still slung around him, pulling the blanket closer to them. He placed kisses onto the wolf's neck, feeling the light scratch of stubble as he made his way up along his jawline. He remembered how the other's skin felt against his own yesterday, having it everywhere, lips, too; against his own, against his jaw, neck, chest, stomach, and lower down. There was almost no place where Derek didn't explore him. It was all perfect, even when Derek's shift started to take him, and the moment he came back from it and they both-

The wolf opened his eyes, soft and sleepy, happy to see him, "You stayed."

"Of course I did. Why wouldn't I?" Stiles asked softly, pushing the other's hair from his forehead, smiling at how both their voices were a bit scratchy.

"I just... I thought I hurt you last night, I was rough." He explained, hand gliding across the kid's abdomen, over a bruise he knew had bloomed from where he'd held him so hard.

"I feel fantastic." The younger teen said, leaning up and pressing his lips to the other's.

"No pain?" The wolf asked after they pulled away, listening to his lover's heartbeat just in case.

"No, not really. Maybe a little sore, but that's supposed to happen your first time, right?" He asked, setting his hand over Derek's, getting him to stop rubbing the bruise on his lower side, lacing their fingers together.

"Yeah, but I could have been easier for you, gone slower for you." The older teen told him, reviewing everything he did last night, finding all his faults, thinking of all the things he could have done better.

"No, it was perfect." Stiles gave him a peck to the lips, smiling reassuringly. He thought it really was perfect, every second of it. He could find nothing wrong with everything he and Derek had done.

The wolf smiled, a sense of happiness washing over him, radiating from the quirky teen laying next to him. Stiles chuckled and pulled him in for a kiss, the older teen's tongue poking at his lips before he eagerly let it inside, the wet muscles moving against each other. The kid tugged him closer, wanting a tighter hold. Derek picked up on the want, and crawled on top of him, the smaller teen opening his legs and shifting his hips to get ready for the next step.

"I know what you want, but I can't give it to you," The older teen whispered against his lips, "It'll hurt you too much."

"But Derek..." Stiles pulled away, but was silenced by lips back on his. A hand rubbed his inner thigh, making him moan softly into the other's mouth. Derek gently broke the kiss and looked down at his lover.

"We can't."

The smaller teen sighed, "Well... Are you gonna make me go to school today?"

"No, you deserve to rest."

"Rest... In bed? With you?"

"Nope."

"What?" Stiles sat up carefully as Derek moved away and off the bed, grabbing his discarded boxers and slipping them on, starting to pick up the rest of their clothes.

"If you're going to stay out of school today, you're still going to learn." The wolf explained, eyes flashing playfully when they looked up at the kid, watching him smile, teeth pulling his lip between them before letting it go.

"You're gonna let me see your shift all the way?" He asked, although he already knew the answer.

"Well, I won't be as distracted with wanting to fuck you completely senseless, so it's the perfect time." The older teen said, listening to the spike in the other's heartbeat, and glanced to see the blush covering his cheeks.


"Okay, so... Why are we outside for this?" Stiles asked, pulling the leather jacket closer to his face, skin still a bit damp from their shower, wearing sweatpants and a long sleeved shirt, along with old boots that all belonged to Derek.

"Cause you need the vitamin D." He smiled, placing a kiss to his lover's cheek, "Now sit down, you wanna be up close again, right?"

"Of course I do." The kid said, sitting Indian style on the grassy area of the clearing next to the Hale house, smiling as the wolf sat down next to him, only basketball shorts and his pullover hoodie on, hair still wet and pushed back, but not looking cold at all.

"Okay... Ready?" Derek asked, chuckling at Stiles' eager nod. He kissed him gently on the lips, then sat back and closed his eyes, concentrating on shifting slowly again, clenching his hands into fists, only opening them when his claws pushed their way out. He managed the small pain, and was able to open his eyes, seeing Stiles watching him intently. He sighed, letting his lips part to make way for the fangs, soft growl emitting from him, hunching over and setting his hands on the ground as his whole body changed from human to canine.

The younger teen watched in awe, "Just do it, it's okay. You don't have to show off."

And just like that, Derek stopped waiting up, and changed, whining as he tried to get his clothes off his canine body. He was helped, and he looked up at Stiles, seeing him set the clothes in his lap, smiling widely.

"Well, don't you look adorable?" He chuckled, rubbing the other's head, daring to scratch behind his ear, watching his tail wag.

Derek nuzzled up against his hand, then got into his lap. Laying against him, he heard his heartbeat loudly, also the laugh that racked through him. They stayed like that for a while, the teen rubbing his fur, the wolf just liking being held, too bad he didn't know how to keep his canine form for too long. He moved away, grabbing his clothes with his teeth, holding them up for Stiles to help him put them back on.

"Changing back?" Stiles asked, complying, feeling funny putting clothes on a large dog. Derek nodded, and sat back to shift back.

"I can't keep it for too long yet." He said when he was fully human again, laying back on the grass and closing his eyes, taking a deep breath. He felt a body crawl on top of his, and he smiled before brielfy feeling lips on his.

"That's okay. It was amazing to see." Stiles told him, scooting down and laying his head on his chest, hearing his heart beat fast. Arms circled around him.

"Thank you... How are you feeling?" Derek asked, rubbing his lover's back slowly, feeling the heat of his skin even under the leather, sensitive feeling with him again. He could feel the kid's heart beating against his stomach.

"I feel great. A little tired, but great." The younger teen told him truthfully, kissing his chest.

"Okay, good," The wolf leaned down, placing a kiss to the other's buzz cut, smiling when Stiles cuddled into him, "Are you hungry or anything."

"Now that you mention it..." He started, looking up at his lover with a grin.

Derek chuckled, "I'll get shoes on and we'll get something to eat."

"Can we take the Camaro?"

"Of course we can."


"You like cheeseburgers?" The kid asked as his lover took a bite of the burger. He hadn't seen Derek ever eat before. It was a new Derek, that he really, really liked.

"Mhmm." He mumbled around the food, giving a half smile while he chewed.

"Hm, I thought you ate like, baby dear and stuff." Stiles told him truthfully, taking a bite of his own burger.

"My uncle took down a deer once, after it charged at him." The wolf said after he'd swallowed the food, remembering like it was yesterday.

"...Can I meet him sometime, Derek? Your uncle, I mean." The younger teen asked softly, feeling nervous when the other went silent.

"Yeah." Derek said after a few moments, nodding slightly, "Today."

"T-Today?"

"We'll go to the hospital. You can meet him."

Stiles reached across the table and grabbed the older teen's hand, squeezing it. The wolf looked up at him and smiled, "Just know, you might not get a reaction."

"Doesn't matter."

They finished eating, then got back in the Camaro and made their way to the hospital. Derek took the kid's hand as they walked in, making their way up to Peter Hale's room. The wolf waved at the nurses as they walked in, then made their way down the hall.

"The redhead's name is Jennifer, she's been taking care of my uncle." He informed quietly before stopping at his uncle's room, seeing him in the wheelchair yet again staring out the window.

"It's okay, come on." Stiles said, squeezing his hand. Derek led him in, sitting him on the bed before slowly turning around the wheelchair and pushing it up to Stiles, settling in next to the other teen after.

"Uncle Peter... This is Stiles. He wanted to meet you, so I brought him by." The young wolf told his uncle, trying to bypass the almost lifeless stare the man seemed to have, the one he'd seen whenever he'd come to visit over the years.

"Hi." The smaller teen smiled anyway, glancing at Derek before reaching both his hands out and taking one of Peter's, fitting his in a handshake and gently doing so. He thought it would be nice and formal to shake the man's hand, and he could tell Derek was sad because he knew nothing would happen. He started to pull away, then felt something that made him chuckle.

"What?" The older teen asked, wondering why the other teen would be laughing at a time like this.

"He nudged me, Derek." Stiles was smiling ear to ear, knowing about the older wolf's history and the fire, and how he'd come to be just about paralyzed for all these years.

"He what?" Derek sat up, looking into his uncle's eyes, seeing them almost spark with an electric green color, dull and almost transparent to his human eyes. Derek went speechless.

"He nudged me, like a handshake almost. Derek. Derek?" He looked back to the younger wolf, who went pale. He set a hand on his shoulder.

"A-After almost seven years, I can see the wolf in him." The taller teen whispered, trying to figure out what was happening. He'd come here alone for years and the only time he brings someone, he gets a response, "How is that possible?"

"Wait, wait, wait... Didn't you write in one of those books that wolves are stronger in packs? M-Maybe it's like I'm part of your pack... And if it's like that, so is Scott, and Lydia. Allison... Jackson. Hell, even Danny."

"Stiles, can you-?"

"I got it." He gently let go of Peter's hand and hurried out to the hallway, seeing Derek grab his uncle's hand and squeeze, looking like a kid while fireworks go off. He grabbed his phone out of his pocket, dialing, "Scott, I think I figured something out. Get to the hospital where Derek's uncle is, bring Allison."

He made more calls, Lydia saying that she'd be over as soon as she could, and that she'd being Jackson and Danny. He smiled and slipped his phone back into his pocket, walking back in the room to an emotional-looking Derek. He smiled and nodded, rubbing his back soothingly.

"Take his hand, Stiles." The teenage wolf requested with a smile, which Stiles did, and they both saw Peter's eyes flicker emerald.