bakerstreet | One Minute to Midnight

Stiles shuddered at the sound, immediately repeating the action and rucking himself up closer, hips rocking forward thoughtlessly.

He wanted more, impatience buzzed under his skin and he was so freaking close to just saying something really embarrassing and it was a good thing his mouth was so well occupied. His hand slid up Derek's back, fingers bunching the fabric under his hand .

The rocking of Stiles' hips was all too encouraging and was the last thing Derek needed to move. With his arm tight around Stiles' waist, he shifted the two of them and pressed him back against the nearest vehicle to rock in against him.

If he'd been thinking beyond just what it felt like to be against Stiles and how he wanted more, Derek might've realized they were pushing it a little too far. But he wasn't. Not with the way his lips were occupied as he pressed against Stiles.

That was good, that was nice, Stiles wildly approved and they should just do this forever, why hadn't they done this sooner? God, think of all the time they wasted when they could have been doing this.

Remotely he was aware of just why they hadn't, a whole slew of reasons, but they were unimportant and annoying so he ignored them, focusing instead on kissing, and the hot shudder shock feeling of Derek rocking against him.

It was fitting then that a sudden series of catcalls distracted him, obnoxious hooting and hollering from those assholes who had chosen to stay outside Lydia's house now taking an interest in playing a more active role in their voyeurism.

Stiles pulled away, face red, staring at Derek in aroused surprise. "Oh my god," hissed, breathing hard.

Why they were doing it at that moment was beyond Derek. He knew the reason it had started, but why they'd continued and what it had escalated into wasn't something he could explain. Not that he needed to. They were both enjoying it and that was all that mattered.

Right up until the kiss was broken at the sound of their sudden audience's encouragement. Derek glanced back toward the front door for a second then focused on Stiles again.

And, with that, he realizing exactly how close he was as he found himself staring right back at Stiles while he pressed him against the car. His own breathing was no better, coming out in harsh breaths.

He almost suggested finding a place more private. Almost. But, when he opened his mouth, a tamer question came out.

"Do you need a ride home?"

"What?" Stiles stared for a few moments, caught on the way Derek's chest heaved, the feeling of his breath hot on his face.

"Oh, uh, yeah." He thought of his jeep, parked down the street, thought of the keys in his pocket and how he wasn't really drunk though he certainly felt dazed for other reasons. He thought about how no, he didn't really need a ride but Derek was offering and that meant more time spent together and he wasn't ready to part yet.

Even if they spent their time not doing what they'd just been doing (which had been awesome and he missed it already), it was still better than parting for the evening.

Of course, he could always go back inside, rejoin the party, but that seemed even less appealing than going home alone.

"Where's your car?"

The thought that Stiles had probably driven himself there had crossed Derek's mind, but he didn't care. He'd offer to drive Stiles back the next day to pick it up, too, if he had to.

All he wanted right then was more time together and Stiles agreeing to the ride was enough to make him nod slightly, never taking his eyes off of him.

"Over there," Derek replied with a nod to the side, motioning across the street from the house at the black camaro. Then, after a few more moments of just being far too close for just standing there, he pulled back and pulled Stiles away from the car as well.

Boos sounded from near the house and Derek ignored them as he started down the short remaining bit of driveway to head across the street as he took out his keys and hit the button to unlock the doors of the car.

Stiles waved awkwardly at their audience. Walk with confidence and maybe the embarrassment couldn't hurt him so much.

A second later it didn't matter because he was escaping into the quiet and claustrophobic space of Derek's camero, slumping down in the leather seat and resolutely not looking to see if anyone was still watching them.

As he waited for Derek to get in and get them both the hell out of there he tugged out his phone to send a quick text to Scott, that he was going home and not to worry. He didn't know if Scott would listen but it was better than nothing.

Edited 2013-01-03 21:55 (UTC)

Derek didn't feel embarrassed about anything. Just somewhat annoyed that anybody had decided that watching them was a good idea. And also a little grateful that noise had been made and had stopped them from going who knew how far while they were leaning against someone's car.

He made it around the car quickly enough then slipped in on the driver's side and started the engine without a second thought. It wasn't until he pulled away from the curb that he glanced over at Stiles.

"I take back my apology for kissing you," he stated, only half teasing as he circled the block to turn them around, heading in the direction of Stiles' house.

Stiles had been staring out the window, watching the houses pass by, but he turned to Derek when he spoke, his expression calm.

"Thanks," he said quietly, lips quirking. "I've gotta say, not a great way to bring in the new year, getting kissed by someone who looks like you and then making me think it was a mistake. You were about to give me a whole new set of complexes, dude."

He thumped his head back against the head rest, still looking at Derek, eyes darting over the details of his profile, the straight slope of this nose, eyes on the road. His subtle swell of his lips and the line of his throat. "I'm not sorry for kissing back. I don't have anything to apologize for so I thought I might as well say that."

"In my defense, I thought you were following me outside to yell about me kissing you in the first place. If I'd realized you weren't, I wouldn't have apologized for it at all." Because he really wasn't sorry it had happened.

Derek's eyes remained on the road as he drove, going slower than usual just for the sake of avoiding dropping Stiles off at home so quickly. He wasn't sure if the Sheriff was home or not, but he also didn't plan on inviting himself in if the house was empty. Having his car instead of Stiles' Jeep in the driveway would've made for some interesting explaining.

He was quiet for a few moments. "How was the party before I interrupted?"

He scoffed, smiling as he shook his head. "In your defense that makes no sense, I was kissing you back or couldn't you tell? Just admit you realize you were scared off by Scott. I'm never letting you forget that."

Stiles didn't really know what to do with the swell of affection that accompanied the teasing, knew it was audible in his tone and didn't care right now. Instead he thought of how the party had been before Derek had shown up and changed everything.

Had he been having fun? He couldn't even remember now.

"Doesn't really matter, it got a lot better when you did."

"I could tell." He glanced over and let out a quiet laugh. "I wasn't scared off by Scott! I wasn't getting into a fight with him in the middle of a party. There's a difference."

It was an odd thing to hear in Stiles' tone. That was usually reserved for other people. Very few other people. Derek was sure of that. He didn't focus on it, though, because it was possible that he'd drop Stiles off and the night would just fade into the background like a lot of their fighting had.

"Well, I'm glad you were the person I found when I got in there."

"Found, was shoved into, the details are unimportant, right? Years from now what we tell this story we'll have to leave out the embarrassing truth that you were pushed, I was overenthusiastic, and Scott was ready to punch you in the face to protect my unsullied virtue," he joked and then bit his tongue viciously because it was just a joke, that was a joke, he was assuming too much and as if they'd be at a state to tell people about this night, oh my god he was an idiot.

He laughed, but the sound was strained with embarrassment. Moron! "Look at you, being all adorably sincere. It's like I learn a new thing about you every time we talk," he said, hand digging into his pocket and pulling out a plastic wrapped candy. Strawberry hard candies, the ones wrapped in the plastic to make them look like little strawberries. Before he could think better of it he unwrapped it and held it up to Derek's mouth, pressing it against his lips, his fingers brushing at the corner of his mouth.

"Open up, I've got a treat!" Positive reinforcement and no one ever said Stiles couldn't be a little bit of an asshole.

Derek's eyebrows lifted slightly at what Stiles said, but he didn't question it or point anything out. He would count himself happy if they made it to a point that could be considered 'years from now' to tell anyone about anything. Not everyone would be so lucky as to come back from the dead like Peter, after all. Whether they were in a state to joke about what had happened that night or not when they made it that far would be seen, but he did hope that would be the case - that the two of them would at least remain on decent terms that long.

"You're not learning anything new from that," he pointed out, but he was distracted from actually arguing his point when he heard the rustle of the candy being unwrapped. Then, Derek found it pressed against his mouth, the strong scent of strawberry directly under his nose.

He opened his mouth and accepted the candy, making sure he tilted his head a little further forward to also take Stiles' finger into his mouth to bite down on it just hard enough for it to sting. Then he let go and returned his full focus to driving, which seemed to be getting harder the longer he had Stiles next to him.

"Ow," he yelped, yanking his finger back. A second later he'd popped the stinging digit into his mouth, soothing the minor hurt.

"Thath's not thrue," he said around his finger, the words coming out a garbled mess. He removed it and tried again. "That's not true, I'm learning plenty from that. For starters, I don't think I ever would have expected you to express any sort of pleasure in finding me, especially not when that running into led to some pretty mutually enjoyable mouth to mouth action!" He waggled his eyebrows, smirking.

"So, point, I think there's plenty new things to learn about you and that was one them."

He shot Stiles a grin after the bite. It was mainly for the treat comment and not for actually giving him the candy itself. Derek was surprised when it didn't earn some other comment to compare him to a dog.

"I wouldn't have been happy to find you if that night hadn't happened." He paused at the way that sounded, but didn't bother to correct himself because he knew Stiles knew what he meant. "And you wouldn't have kissed me back if it hadn't."

Derek glanced over at him. "Or am I wrong about that?"

"I guess you'll never know," he said cryptically, his expression carefully blank.

He actually didn't know the answer. Given how things had changed since that night it had definitely been easier to open his mouth and kiss Derek back, but the slow burn of attraction had been there for awhile. He supposed he would have kissed back regardless but the intent would have been different.

Before he doubted he would have chased after Derek when he'd stormed off.

He was glad he had.

"You're taking me home, right?" he said and he wasn't expecting an answer, he already knew what it was. "You shouldn't, we should go somewhere else."

Derek was at least sure that he would've backed off and left after the kiss if it had happened before the night they'd talked. He wasn't so sure he would've stopped kissing Stiles, though. How things would've gone if the kiss had happened at any other point wasn't something he wanted to dwell on.

So, he easily let his attention jump from those thoughts to the suggestion Stiles had offered.

"Somewhere else like where?" It was past midnight and options were limited on places to go. Derek tilted his head. "My apartment?"

Yes," he said promptly and then bit his tongue for how overeager he sounded. Real smooth, that was just awesome.

He forced himself to relax, gaze darting out the window, sliding over the dashboard and then back to Derek.

"Yeah, you're apartment sounds good."

He wasn't really surprised by Stiles agreeing to his apartment, but he did hold back the amused smile that wanted to come through over how quickly he agreed to it.

"Alright. I was supposed to show it to you at some point anyway, so this is good."

Or not, considering they'd be alone in his apartment. But he wasn't going to overthink it. He turned down the next street they hit to head in a different direction, knowing they weren't that far from his place.

"Damn right you were! Okay, okay, just so you know I've built up expectations of what this apartment is gonna look like, fyi. I'm gonna be disappointed in you if it turns out to be a mattress on the floor and milk crates for tables."

Stiles was suddenly paying much closer attention to where they were driving. He wanted to know how to get their himself if he needed to.

"Well, expect that and you'll be extremely surprised," Derek promised with a laugh. "It has furniture in all the rooms. Real furniture. And light fixtures instead of single bulbs hanging from wires from the ceiling."

The apartment also had a couple of televisions - one in the living room and one in Isaac's bedroom - and running water and appliances that meant he didn't have to claw cans open or cook over open fires. Or whatever it was they all assumed he did for food.

Stiles looked over at Derek suspiciously, eyes narrowed. "Who are you? The Derek Hale I know hates real furniture and yeah, no, sorry, you lost me at proper light fixtures. Electricity? Like, actual light? Is there are switch or is it one of those clap on, clap off things?"

He snorted on sudden laughter, shaking his head when the image of Derek clapping his hands together to turn his lights off and on popped into his head. "Haaahaaa, oh man, sorry, mental picture. Hilarious."

"Actual light. Electricity. A television, even." Derek nodded in a playfully exaggerated manner for a moment as if it took effort to convince Stiles that he was telling the truth. In all honesty, it was more for Isaac than himself. All he'd really wanted was a bed. But, he'd decided he wasn't going to subject Isaac to the living conditions he usually settled for himself, so the apartment had come together in a fairly neat fashion.

He shook his head slightly at the laughing. "Light switches. Get it out of your head now."

"No, I can't, my heart was set on clap on/clap off. I can't really convey to you just how bummed out I am now that I don't get to see this. I feel cheated."

He closed his eyes, shaking his head. He fell silent for a moment before his eyes popped open again. "Okay, over it, are we there yet?"

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