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“Fuck, fuck.” Stiles fumbled out of bed, forgetting he was naked. When Derek flicked on the fairy lights over their heads, Stiles cupped his very present again junk like he was waiting for a penalty shot.
“What’s wrong?” Derek said, sitting back on his heels.
“I’m uh, a dude again.” Stiles swallowed and tried not to feel disappointed. He was glad he was himself again, but––
“I know,” Derek said. He was frowning, eyes searching Stiles’ face. “Is that not––” He closed his mouth and sighed, looking away. “I understand if this isn’t what you, if you don’t want to do this anymore. Or if you need some time to readjust. Or something.”
“No, I’m fine, I just thought you might not want––” Derek scooted forward on the bed until he sat at the edge. He gently moved Stiles hands out of the way and then pulled him closer.
“Of course I want.” He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth. “I knew you were back to normal from the moment I woke up.”
“Are you sure?” Stiles asked, gingerly putting his hands on Derek’s shoulders. “Isn’t it weird?”
“It’s a bit weird,” Derek said, smiling ruefully up at him. “But when are things not weird in our life?” He spread his fingers over Stiles’ hips, thumbs resting on either side of the hair below his navel.
“Don’t you mind that I’m not a girl anymore?” Stiles asked.
“Only if it means you don’t want me.”
“I haven’t changed,” Stiles told him and then made a face when Derek raised an eyebrow at him. “Well, clearly I have but not––my mind. I haven’t changed my mind.”
“Good,” Derek murmured, moving his hands over Stiles’ stomach. “Because I like this too.” Pressing his face against Stiles, Derek nosed along the happy trail, cupping the back of his legs with both hands. “I lo––like the hair on your belly and I like how strong your legs are.” He moved to circle Stiles’ wrists with his index fingers and thumbs, slowly dragging his palms up. “I like how your hands are big and your forearms so broad.” Stiles’ cock began to stir –– oh hello dear friend, there you are –– and Derek softly took it in hand. “Now I just get to learn you all over again.”
Derek stood, looked a little surprised when they were nearly eye level but smiled as if he liked it. There was a definite burn from stubble this time when they kissed and Stiles realized Derek had shaved the night before so he could go down on Stiles holy shit.
“Mm,” Stiles breathed in Derek’s mouth, throwing an arm around his neck and hanging on as they kissed, past morning breath until they could only taste each other. Derek backed Stiles against the wall barely two feet away and Stiles got the hint when Derek put his hands on Stiles’ ass. He jumped, Derek lifted and then he was wedged between Derek and the wall, legs wrapped around him.
Stiles got a hand around both their cocks and began to jerk them off inelegantly, Derek holding them up and steering the kiss, his fingers every once in a while brushing over Stiles’ hole.
“I’ll wait as long as you need me to,” Derek mumbled against Stiles’ mouth, sounding wrecked and hoarse, “but I want.”
“Yeah,” Stiles said, biting at Derek’s lips. His hand was getting sticky with both their pre-come and his thighs tightened around Derek’s waist. “Soon, fuck, me too, soon.”
“Look down,” Derek said, putting a hand over Stiles’, speeding up their rhythm. Stiles watched, slack-jawed while Derek hid his face in the crook of Stiles’ neck and spasmed, spilling all over the both of them.
“Derek,” Stiles whined, when Derek went lax, only managing to hold Stiles up with the bulk of his body. Derek took a few moments, said, “Hold on, in a sec,” catching his breath and then put Stiles down, sinking to his knees.
“Oh god.” Derek kneeling in front of him, hands on Stiles’ hips, was nearly enough to make Stiles lose it, so it came (hah) as no surprise that he didn’t even last thirty seconds once Derek started to suck and lick him clean.
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In hindsight, they could’ve planned it better, Stiles thought as he looked from a wild-eyed Derek to his pained father.
“Um,” Stiles said but Dad held up a hand.
“I’m very happy that you’re you again, Stiles,” Dad said, clapping the hand to his face and dragging it down slowly, “and I’m going to pretend I don’t know how it happened.”
“Okay,” Stiles squeaked, edging toward the stairs. “Oh, and Derek is staying for Christmas dinner tomorrow.”
Dad’s eyes flicked from Derek to Stiles and back again. His face was stern until the corner of his mouth quirked up. “All right,” he said, “it’ll be nice to have another actual adult in the house.”
“I resent that,” Stiles exclaimed but Derek laughed.
“Couldn’t agree more, sir,” he said and then hesitated before leaning forward and extending a hand. Dad took it.
“He’s my only son,” Dad said and Stiles made a mortified noise. “And I know him well. You have my full permission to not put up with any of his crap.”
“Hey!” Stiles protested and he tugged on Derek’s arm, dragging him away, knowing full well Derek was only letting him.
Derek laughed this full-bellied laugh, said, “Understood,” and Stiles muttered, “This was the worst, the worst idea ever. I should send you back to your forest, oh my god, ganging up on me already, I don’t believe this.”
He quickly stopped complaining when Derek closed his bedroom door and pushed him up against it, hands curling in Stiles’ sweater. “No,” he said against Stiles’ mouth, the kiss kinda ruined by his smile. “This is the best.”
“Do you think we’ll be all right?” Stiles asked, after they’d moved to the bed where they’d made out for a while until it creaked and Dad had yelled, “I am still here you know!”
“Well, the Maenad is supposed to reappear in a year or two, we could always ask her to turn me into a woman for a change,” Derek murmured, dragging his thumb over Stiles’ mouth.
“Oh my god,” Stiles said weakly, turning his head so he could bite at Derek’s nipple through his shirt. Derek made a pained noise, laughed hoarsely and pushed Stiles' face away. “I mean you and me, and all this shit we’ve been through in the last year.”
“I want to be,” Derek said, growing serious. He put a hand on Stiles’ stomach and idly played with the hem of his t-shirt. “I want to have a normal life again. Just –– work for me and college for you, and –– us. I guess. If that’s what you want. I mean, I know you’re young but––”
“I won’t change my mind,” Stiles hurried to say but Derek shook his head and lifted up on one elbow to look at him.
“You can’t promise me that and that’s fine. I’ll take what we have and sort of, enjoy the now. It’s not like anyone can predict what’ll happen. You might fall in love in college or something and that’s okay. Well it’s not, but it wouldn’t be your fault. I know you won’t hurt me on purpose.”
Stiles took Derek’s face between his hands and looked at him, really looked at him unblinking. He held his voice sure and steady, wanting Derek to understand when he murmured, “I’m not going to fall in love with anyone else.”
Derek’s eyes searched his and he swallowed hard, nodding into Stiles’ cupped hands. “Okay,” he whispered. “Okay. Me neither.”
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On his way down the stairs, Stiles heard voices and he slowed in the hallway, watching. Derek was sitting at the kitchen table, Dad standing by the drawer where they kept the paperwork, the coffeepot sputtering merrily in the background.
“And this is Credible Electrics,” Dad was saying. “I know Sam, the owner, and he’s reliable. I could put a word in for you if you want, that when you hire him, he’ll make a priority out of your place.”
“Thank you,” Derek said, ducking his head. He must’ve known Stiles was there, but he made no indication of it. Dad fell silent for a minute, one hand resting on the open drawer.
“And if it’s not done before next winter,” he went on, clearing his throat, “you’ll stay with us. In the spare bedroom mind, don’t think I don’t know what you two get up to but Stiles is still underage and I need to at least pretend my own son abides the law. Sometimes,” he added loudly for Stiles’ benefit. So much for being unnoticed then. He walked into the kitchen, making beeline for the coffeepot. “I just don’t want you spending another winter in that trailer, son,” Dad said to Derek, and Stiles’ hand froze on his way to the cabinet with mugs.
“That’s very kind of you, sir,” Derek said, his voice sounding a little off, “but you don’t have to––”
“I’ll be in the living room reading my newspaper,” Dad talked over him, a bit too loud.
Stiles swung around and hugged his dad around the middle, like he’d always done when he was little.
“You’re awesome,” he mumbled and Dad huffed.
“It’s about time someone takes care of you kids again,” he grumbled on his way out of the kitchen.
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“Coming!” Stiles shouted back. He shifted from underneath Derek’s arm, then kneeled back on the couch and kissed him lightly. “You keep watching, I’ve seen this like, five times.”
“Okay,” Derek said easily, drawing his knee up on the couch as he leaned on the armrest.
“Can you stir the roast potatoes,” Dad asked. He was rolling green asparagus in smoked salmon. “And then check the steak on the grill.”
“Sure,” Stiles said, grabbing the oven gloves. “Oh, Lydia, Scott and Allison are coming over after dinner, is that okay?” They’d decided to wait with inviting the rest of the pack until Dad was ‘initiated’.
“Of course,” Dad said. Stiles gave the oven dish a shake and then pulled off the gloves.
“And they’re bringing Mrs McCall.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “For dessert.”
Dad rolled his eyes but Stiles could tell he was trying hard not to smile. “Just go check the––” he began and then frowned. “Are you wearing nail polish?”
“Yes, so what, I like it, don’t judge,” Stiles mumbled, looking at the soft pink on his nails and then balling his hands into fists. He’d put on some lip gloss that morning too, but Derek had laughed and kissed it off his mouth.
“Glad you’re doing okay, Stiles,” Dad said slowly, and then he glanced down at Stiles’ nails. “Doesn’t Derek mind?”
“He applied the final layer,” Stiles sniffed and marched out the door.
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When fireworks lit the sky, Derek lifted his free hand and tilted Stiles’ chin with one finger. “Happy New Year,” he said softly, happily, smiling like he didn’t want to be anywhere else in the world, didn’t want to share this moment with anyone but Stiles. His heart clenched nearly painfully and he closed his eyes when Derek’s mouth gently touched his, because they stung a little behind his eyelids.
“Happy New Year,” Stiles said, when they parted and Derek pulled him back against his side, holding on tightly.
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