bakerstreet | One Minute to Midnight

Derek wouldn't have left him out in the hall, but he was glad that Stiles decided to let it go. There were only so many threats he could skip out on before he had to go through with something harmless like that so he didn't seem like a complete pushover.

"Yep. A corner apartment on the top floor."

He didn't protest to Stiles hitting the button for them as he leaned against the wall beside him. "Are you supposed to make it home for a certain time tonight or is your dad expecting you to spend most of it out?"

"'Staying at Scott's'," he said, air quoting. "I'm supposed to text him at some point just to let him know I'm still alive."

He looked at Derek, not moving immediately when the door dinged and opened. "I guess that means I'm all yours for the night," he said, smirking. And then he pushed himself off the wall and stepped in the hallway. "Right or left?"

He remained against the wall for a second after that information and the smirk that went along with it. Then he pushed himself to follow Stiles, inwardly cursing over the fact that he'd managed to leave him speechless for a second. Not even the willingly not talking kind of quiet. Actual speechless quiet.

"Left," Derek replied as he moved to Stiles' side, keys in his hand and one caught between his fingers as he glanced over at him.

"Were you actually planning to stay at Scott's?"

Stiles spun on his heel, taking the left turn. He hadn't noticed the effect his words had on Derek, unfortunately, and was already distracting himself by imagining what Derek's apartment looked like, whether he'd like it, what they'd be doing all night. The last thought probably interested him the most.

"Which one?" He stopped at the end of the hall, between the two doors of the two corner apartments, looking back at Derek.

What they were going to be doing for the rest of the night was exactly the thought that had stopped Derek into silence. It was one thing to have Stiles over to show him the apartment. It was completely different to have him staying the night. The thought that there were only two bedrooms was burned into his mind and he vaguely wondered if Isaac planned on spending the night elsewhere.

Derek moved ahead of Stiles to answer his question, unlocking the door to the apartment labeled 416. Once it was unlocked, he hit the light switch just inside the door and moved in to hold the door for Stiles to follow him.

Stiles followed, brushing against Derek as he walked into the apartment, looking around.

Not what he had expected at all.

Stile looked back at Derek, eyebrows raised, mouth pursed in pleasant surprise. "Not bad, dude. I think I know what house warming gift will be perfect now. It's exactly what this place is missing."

The door was bumped closed behind them and Derek followed after Stiles, silent as he gave him time to take it in.

He smiled at the look he got, feeling like he'd somehow managed to come out on top by surprising Stiles with it.

"Oh? What are you thinking we're missing here?"

"Dude, not telling. It's gonna be a surprise, I'm gonna sneak in when you're not here and leave it for you, see how long it takes you to notice." He smiled cheekily before moving, walking through the apartment, exploring. He started opening doors at random because seriously, if Derek could sneak into bedrooms without invitations first he could snoop openly under Derek's watchful eye.

"If you start breaking into my apartment, I'm going to consider myself paid back for the amount of times I've shown up in your room," Derek stated as he trailed after Stiles.

The difference in the bedrooms would be easy to tell when Stiles looked into them. Isaac's room was generally brighter than his own and his bed was smaller. Derek had, at the prospect of actually having a bed again, gone all out for it and gotten himself the largest one he could. Literally all for the purpose of sprawling out over it however he wanted.

"Oo~h, are you now. Well, at least you're acknowledging that I've got the right to dole out a little payback. If I didn't think it was impossible to sneak up on you I'd lie in wait for you in the dark or behind doors too."

Isaac's room was nice, it radiated teenage boy and was also totally of zero interest to him. He glanced at the bathroom, noted where the kitchen was, and finally came to the last bedroom, Derek's, opening it up and leaning lazily in the door frame.

"Nice bed," he commented and it sounded like an innocent enough observation. And it was true anyway. It was huge, and comfy looking. He stepped in, looking around, keeping his back to Derek. "You don't have terrible taste, I'm pleasantly surprised."

"Well, it'd be pointless to even claim I'd call the police on you for breaking in anyway. Considering how many questions it would raise if I did." Derek couldn't imagine having the Sheriff pick Stiles up on his call. "... you might want to be careful about doing it if you think Isaac's here, though."

They passed by most of the other rooms easily enough. He was amused when they came to a stop at his room and Stiles took his time with it. It was something he should've expected.

The comment about his bed mad Derek raise an eyebrow, but he didn't remark on it as he leaned in the doorway when Stiles stepped inside. "It's hard to have terrible taste when they'll match everything for you."

"Loooow blow, asshole," he said, grinning. He turned around, looking at Derek.

"Anyway, I don't know what you're even talking about. My room is awesome! All my stuff? Totally awesome!" Although he was really liking this room. There was something incredibly comfortable about it. The fact that the bed was a monster bed probably contributed to that.

"I feel like you need more pillows with a bed that big. You should get more pillows, there's something I can get you; decorative pillows. I wonder if I can find one with little wolves on it, doing something cute, you know? Like howling at the moon. Wouldn't that just be precious?" He snickered at the thought and then flopped onto the bed, arms out.

Yep, awesome bed.

Derek snorted softly at that as he looked at Stiles.

"Hey, I didn't say anything against your room! I'm just pointing out that I didn't have to work to make everything look good myself." No, there had been a very nice salesgirl that had been all too happy to help him. Derek had spent most of his time smiling and nodding.

"If I come home to a dozen wolf pillows on my bed, I'm bringing them all back to your house. Or I'll stuff them all into your Jeep." He stepped into the room when Stiles fell back on his bed, moving over beside it to look down at him, tilting his head.

"Enjoying that?"

"Immensely. Derek, how do you ever get up in the morning? This is awesome." He toed off his shoes (because he respected no shoes of the bed) and scooted back on the bed, wriggling around in search of any uncomfortable spots. He didn't find any.

"What do you have against pillows? Pillows are great, everyone could always use more pillows."

It was slowly dawning on him that he was in Derek's bed, with Derek right there and they'd been kissing earlier and yeah, he needed to maybe not think of that right now.

Stiles was squirming around all over his bed as Derek watched and he actually had no idea what to do with what was going on in front of him. The urge to kick his shoes off and join him on it was there, but there was no way Derek was going to jump into that so easily.

"I don't have anything against pillows. I just don't need six of them when I'm the only one that sleeps here," he replied, moving to sit down near the headboard while he got his own shoes off.

He glanced over once he propped one of his two pillows behind his back. "How many do you think I need?"

"Oh, eight at least, for a bed this size, especially if you're sleeping alone," he said seriously, twisting to look at Derek. He was biting his lip a moment later, rolling over so he could crawl up closer, until he was leaning next to him on his side a little awkwardly, not fully settled in place.

"I guess you could reduce the number though, if there was someone else sharing the space. I wouldn't want you to be overcrowded."

"What am I gonna do with eight pillows when I'm sleeping alone? I only need two under my head." Derek's eyes followed the movement as Stiles shifted himself closer, letting his head fall back against the headboard when he ended up against him.

"Wouldn't want me to be overcrowded or wouldn't want to overcrowd yourself?" Because, to him, it was obvious that Stiles was going to share the space that night, at least. Unless, of course, Derek gave up the bed to Stiles and took the couch. He didn't particularly want to do that.

His answering smile was elated, amused, excited. "Got me there," he said, relaxing.

Stiles looked at him thoughtfully for a minute before seeming to come to a decision.

"Hey Derek, I've got a questions for you. Interested in hearing it?"

Derek let out a laugh as he shook his head, shifting himself down a little so he was slouching against the headboard.

Then Stiles spoke again and he raised his eyebrows, nodding.

"Sure. What is it?"

"So it's hours into the New Year, the night has been full of surprises, the largest one of them being that a few hours ago you kissed me. I'm just wondering now if you're going to ever do it again sometime tonight or do I have to get tired of waiting and do it myself?"

Stiles cocked his head, looking at Derek innocently. "I was just curious."

Admittedly, it had been on Derek's mind and having Stiles question it didn't help. It wouldn't have been so bad if they'd been anywhere else, but the fact that Stiles had made himself comfortable on his bed was... distracting.

"Have I reminded you that you're awful lately?" he asked, but it was as he turned and shifted toward Stiles, catching his jaw with one hand while he leaned in to press their lips together again.

There were no words to adequately convey how much Stiles liked that reply, the casual reminder delivered in Derek's dry tone, it was ridiculous how affectionate it made him feel, how much it made him want to bury his face in the crook of Derek's neck and smile. Because Derek was teasing, and that alone made something within him giddy.

Stiles was laughing when Derek kissed him, breath puffing against his lips and the thrumming sound of his amusement shifting to a more shameless one to signify his pleasure at Derek's decision. One hand flew up to rest ay Derek's nape, fingers stroking up through the short hair there as he immediately expressed in interest in deepening the kiss.

Learn more about what a kiss could be, what it could do.

It felt right. Being able to tease and be playful with Stiles felt comfortable and Derek tried not to dwell on that too much to avoid the fact that he'd inevitably think it into the ground and screw it up before anything even had a chance to come from it. If he could make it past that, maybe he'd get to see where the kissing would go beyond that night, even if he wasn't sure it would go anywhere at all.

The way the kiss went from something simple to deepening almost immediately made Derek smile against Stiles' lips for a second before he was parting his own to slide his tongue across Stiles' bottom lip. It hadn't even been an hour since the last time they'd been kissing. He didn't feel the need to be slow and careful about it considering how far they'd gone the first time.

He let his hand drop from Stiles' jaw to slip down his side instead, stopping low so he could wrap his arm around him to bring him closer.

Stiles arched into the touch, wanting it tighter, wanting Derek to pull him closer and keep him there. He thinks he's getting the hold of this whole kissing while also needing to breathe thing; it's all about pacing, and he presses short open mouthed kisses to Derek's lips, marveling at the sensory differences between Derek's mouth, which is so much softer than he expected, and the roughly pleasant scrape of his stubble against his skin and he licks into his mouth, teeth catching his full lower lip and biting, to see if he can have that sound he remembers hearing back when they were standing in front of Lydia Martin's house.

He liked that sound.

He feels a little wild now, a little out of control, and he hopes Derek will have the strength to guide him through this, teach him things he's only thought about in midnight fantasies.

Pulling Stiles in was a little trickier when they were on their sides instead of standing, but it didn't stop Derek from shifting to get closer. He pulled at Stiles then, rather than remain on his side, he nudged him over to land on his back against the mattress as he followed the movement, ending up half on top of him in the end. The shift brought him chest to chest with Stiles as he kept their mouths together.

And the biting elicited a moan. Not just a hum or any kind of sound caught in the back of Derek's throat. A moan that was only muffled by his lips against Stiles' as he pressed in, one hand resting beside him against the mattress while he tilted his head to dip his tongue into Stiles' mouth.

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