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DEREK
The entire night Derek had tossed and turned. Stiles now knew. He wasn't sure how exactly to feel about this development, he'd kept it a secret in the best interests of everyone else but now he didn't feel as though that was the real reason.
If it had, his mind would have been preoccupied with how it was going to affect Stiles and Scott but it wasn't. His brain was flooded with memories of how it felt to touch Stiles, to kiss him. It was driving him crazy knowing he was only down the hall in Scott's room, fast asleep.
He was unfamiliar with how things should or would proceed from there. He'd never really been in a relationship before so he didn't know what was supposed to happen after they'd admitted mutual feelings for each other. Did Stiles want to be in a relationship with him? Did he want to be in a relationship with Stiles?
He thought about that for a moment. What would officially being with Stiles involve? Telling his parents was one thing, as was telling his mother. Neither sounded appealing at all, not to mention Scott hating him was almost guaranteed.
On the other hand it meant that they were exclusive, no one else could have Stiles and attacking anyone that tried to have him was perfectly justified. Well, sort of justified. This certainly sounded like a redeeming factor, not to mention commitment would mean he and Stiles could really become mates, if that was what he wanted.
Becoming mates brought another thought to his head, he'd have to consummate the bond with Stiles sexually. He had no issues with this personally and had thought about at length, generally late at night, but Stiles was underage until April. Had Stiles ever even considered having sex with Derek? He'd admitted he liked him but had he thought about it?
Derek was brought to the realisation by a sensation in his groin that imagining Stiles thinking about them sleeping together was a bad idea. It was 7 in the morning and his brother and the boy in question would be awake soon. He decided a run would help clear his thoughts and make them a little more PG.
STILES
Waking up in the Hale house had taken him by surprise, but not as much as remembering the events of yesterday had. He looked around the room and noticed Scott wasn't there, so he got up and went downstairs.
He found the younger Hale making breakfast, hair sticking directly up.
"Morning!" He greeted.
"Breakfast? Oh Scotty you shouldn't have." Stiles teased, sitting down at the kitchen island.
Scott grinned as he handed him a plate with eggs, bacon and toast piled on it.
"Hung over?"
"Hm, I don't feel too shitty but my head hurts a little."
"We have aspirin." Said a voice from the doorway.
"You eating, Derek?" Scott asked his brother, unsurprised by his appearance.
"Ok it's seriously creepy the way you two just pop up out of nowhere." Stiles exhaled, trying to calm his heart rate. He turned to look at Derek and nearly choked on his toast.
He was wearing thin grey sweatpants that didn't leave much to the imagination and a matching wife beater that clung to his sweat-shiny, ripped body. Stiles realised his mouth was hanging open and closed it, much to Derek's amusement.
"Yeah I could go for some eggs." The older man smirked, walking off.
"Really, Stiles?" Scott groaned, he felt his face heat up in embarrassment.
"What?!"
"Drool over Derek in private, not in front of me. It's weird." He complained. Scott set his own plate on the table and another for Derek.
Derek returned with a black shirt in his hand, Stiles was almost certain he was giving him drooling material on purpose. The alpha werewolf peeled off the vest and threw it in the washing machine, then turned to the sink and splashed some water on his face, letting the stray droplets run down his body.
Stiles' lower region was getting dangerously excited as he drank in the sight of Derek's gorgeous abdomen, on which his sweatpants were hanging criminally low. He looked up at Derek, the corners of his mouth quirked up and he threw the t-shirt on.
"Derek, you're making this seriously awkward." Scott said through gritted teeth.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Scott." Derek smiled sweetly and sat down to eat.
There was a strange tension in the air as Stiles watched the two brothers. They were both being strangely nice to him but almost totally disregarding each other. He knew that things were going to change after last night but he hadn't known what to expect.
Stiles heard the front door open and Melissa called out that she was back. The woman walked into the kitchen in scrubs and her hair in a neat ponytail.
"Well this is nice to see." She smiled widely at the three eating together. "Good party boys?" She asked.
"It was fun." Scott mumbled, mouth full of food.
"Thanks for letting me stay over." Stiles grinned.
"Oh you can stay any time Stiles! Especially if it means Derek comes out of hibernation." She chuckled, getting herself a glass of water.
An awkward current passed through the three at her mention of Derek, but no one said anything. Stiles glanced up from his plate to see Scott and Derek having one of their eyebrow conversations, which they promptly stopped when Stiles let out a small cough.
After clearing up and showering, Stiles packed up his stuff ready to go home. Just as he was about to leave Scott's room, he stopped him.
"You know if you don't wanna be Derek's mate you don't have to." He said, avoiding eye contact.
"I know, Scotty. I'm not deciding anything right away." He admitted.
A look of relief crossed his features.
"Do you like him?" He asked, his tone uncharacteristically serious. Stiles paused before answering, but this seemed to be enough of a response for Scott. "I get it."
"Get what?"
Scott sighed.
"You like him but you don't wanna tell me because I'm his little brother." This irked Stiles a little, he was reluctant to tell Scott because it was a strange situation, not simply because Scott was Derek's brother.
"Scott, the fact you're his brother is only part of it. You're my best friend and it's a little difficult cuz I don't want you to feel like I'm ditching you but at the same time these are my feelings, y'know?" Stiles watched his reaction carefully, but Scott's expression didn't reveal much.
"I just don't see how it could work, us being friends and you and him being... It'd just be weird."
"Well if you see it like that then it probably won't work, Scott." Stiles hadn't meant to snap, but he felt Scott was being completely selfish. "I'll text you." Stiles said, and left.
DEREK
Listening to Stiles' conversation with Scott, Derek felt a mixture of feelings. Part of him was overcome by his innate desire for Stiles but the other struggled with feelings of disloyalty towards Scott. He was his brother, and even though it was only the two of them, they were like a pack.
He leant against the Camaro, waiting as Stiles' footsteps got closer to the front door. He sensed that the boy felt conflicted and annoyed and Derek had to suppress the need to comfort him physically. Although Stiles knew his feelings, he had to ease him into seeing Derek as a potential partner.
He heard Stiles say goodbye to Melissa, then watched as he came out of the door. He raised a hand to him, then got in the driver's seat. Stiles slumped into the passenger side and sighed.
"That probably could have gone better." He chuckled a little shakily.
Derek tried to think of the right thing to say.
"Scott cares about you a lot, he won't throw your friendship away so easily." Stiles stared at him, he appeared surprised. "I might not be good with people but I know my brother."
Stiles nodded, and smiled, Derek felt the worried air surrounding Stiles thin a little. He started the car.
"Can I make a request?" Stiles asked. Derek raised an eyebrow at him suggestively and Stiles reddened. "A music request." He specified. Derek laughed and tapped the glovebox, indicating all the CDs were inside.
Stiles flicked through his collection as they drove. "You really know your stuff huh?" He said, finally choosing and slotting a CD in. Van Halen's 'Running With the Devil' began to play.
"I like this one." Derek commented.
"Change the word 'devil' to werewolf and it's pretty relatable." Stiles snorted.
Derek grinned at him, enjoying the way the teenager flushed pink. "I don't think I actually told you that I really liked the tape you made." Stiles said quietly. The statement along with Stiles' sweet and shy demeanour made Derek wanted to stop the car and kiss him with abandon.
"And so did your dad apparently." He joked.
"Oh God that was embarrassing." Stiles groaned. "He told me that because you put that AC/DC song on it, it meant you liked me but I guess I thought it was just because you knew I liked them." He continued.
"I put it on there because you like them and because I like you. A lot." Derek said, slowly becoming more brazen.
"Oh." Stiles practically squeaked.
They were getting closer to the Winchester house, so Derek decided to ask what he'd been gearing himself up to ask.
"Listen... You don't have to, but I think it'd be good for us to erm, get to know each other better before you uh- make a decision." He started.
He glanced over at Stiles, who was listening, lips slightly parted. Derek hated beating around the bush, and it was making him feel awkward and exposed.
"Go on a date with me?"