bakerstreet | sexting

Maybe we could ask Deaton ab-- hey!

[Okay. That was... unexpected. He pushed himself up and gave Derek a look.]

What was that for?

[He smirked, wrapping an arm around the teen and pulling him closer.]

Because I wanted to.

[It was soft as he leaned in and pressed his lips against Stiles'.]

[It seemed that Derek hadn't been joking about kissing him. He felt himself pulled in against a mostly naked body, his eyes wide in surprise as Derek kissed him. Wow. Okay. That was... unexpected. Which was dumb since Derek had said he'd do it, but still...]

[After a few moments he pulled back and stared at Stiles, waiting but then he frowned and sat back.]

Sorry I shouldn't have done that without asking.

You, uh, you... surprised me.

I kind of thought you were joking.

[Sure. Right. Derek joke...]

Well I wasn't joking.

[He shrugged a shoulder, looking down at his hands.]

I should have guess. You and humor aren't really acquainted.

[Stiles was red, cheeks flaming as he looked down at his own hands, trying to figure out how to say... anything, really.]

I'm sorry. I should probably just go to sleep before I do something stupid and make you hate me.

Whoa, Derek, no. I don't...

[Awkward. God, why were emotions so difficult.]

I don't hate you. I mean, I used to. Maybe? I don't know. I was definitely scared of you. Now it's... different. I just wasn't, ah, this kind of came out of left field, you know?

[He lifted his head to look at Stiles, just watching him for a moment and frowning.]

But...I mean do you...is there...

[He sighed, brushing his fingers through his hair.]

[He blanked for a moment, eyes wide and staring at the stuttering half naked guy in front of him.]

I... don't know? It's not something I thought about before. Not with the whole teeth in throat thing.

I never would have actually ripped your throat out. I meant it when I said I wanted to push you and Scott away. I didn't want to care about anyone...because that just mean someone else that could be ripped away from me.

And you went from threatening to... thinking dirty thoughts?

[Truthfully, that wasn't that far out of the realm of possibility. Hormones did strange things.]

Not exactly. It was more of...I started liking you guys as friends. I started caring and then it turned into more than that.

So... you wanna kiss Scott, too?

[He glared at Stiles for a moment before making a face and shaking his head.]

No! I just...want to..kiss you.

You did kiss me.

[Why did everyone always take him by surprise with kisses?]

Well yeah, but I want to kiss you again.

[He shrugged a bit, tilting his head and smiling slightly.]

You do?

[Maybe he was actually good at surprise kisses. Weirder things had happened.]

[He nodded before shifting a bit and getting more comfortable.]

Yeah I do, but I won't unless you want me to.

I don't, ah... I don't know if I want you to. Or not. I mean, this is a bit... sudden. Not bad sudden, just... sudden in general.

[He nodded, shrugging a shoulder before scooting down more and closing his eyes.]

I'm not going to unless you want me to so...you have time to think about it.

[With Derek lying down with his eyes closed, it was like he was giving Stiles permission to peek. And there was a lot to peek at. The guy probably worked out in his sleep.]

How much, ah... time?

[He turned his head slightly, opening his eyes and looking up at him for just a moment.]

As much as you need.

[Stiles' eyes were not on Derek's face. They were down around his calves and slowly working their way back up. When they did finally get to the now open eyes, there went the blush again.]

Aha. Yeah. Right. Okay. Um...

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