Lesson #24: Scott is an Idiot

A/N: SMUT WARNING! (it's like, towards the middle/end)

As I sat in the nurse's office with an ice pack on my nose, Derek wouldn't stop staring at me. The nurse tried to question us about what happened, but I didn't want to get anyone into trouble, so I claimed I tripped and fell. She didn't act like she bought it, but she didn't say anything else before she left the room, leaving Derek and I alone. I had a pretty good idea of where she ran off to. It was clear I had been in a fight, even if I did tell her a lie. She had to be talking to the principal at this point. But, while she was off doing that, Derek was sitting across from me staring into my soul. I was looking at the floor, but every once in awhile, I would glance up and he would still be staring. He wasn't even trying to hide the fact that he was staring, either.

"What are you looking at?" I grumbled, my nose still aching. The bleeding had stopped, but it hurt a lot more now than when it happened.

"I'm worried about you," he answered instantly, getting up from his chair to move closer to me. I watched him walk closer, until he was kneeling on the ground in front of me as I sat on the bed. I stared down at him as he rested his arms on my knees. "This is my fault. I should have told people that we were together sooner. If Jackson knew we were together, he never would have touched you."

I lowered the ice pack from my face, setting it beside me as I covered his hands with mine. "This wasn't your fault. He thought I was flirting with Danny. I guess they're together. He said I tried to steal Lydia from him first, and now he thinks I'm trying to steal Danny. As if they belong to him, or whatever. He's an asshole. It wouldn't have mattered what you told people, he still would have hurt me." Jackson knew Derek and I were more than friends, I thought. I remembered that day in the locker room, before Derek and I were together, before I admitted my feelings for him. Derek had gotten angry with Jackson for flirting with me. I didn't think he was flirting then, but now I knew he was. Jackson had to have known there was something between Derek and I then.

"I still feel responsible," he sighed, wrapping his arms around my waist as he wedged himself between my legs. He rested his head against my chest and waited until I hugged him back. "I'm sorry I didn't keep my word. I said we could come out and then I avoided it until you got hurt."

I ran my fingers through his hair, kissing the top of his head despite the throbbing pain in my face. "It's okay. You were scared," I replied, trying to be understanding. I was upset before, but now I realized it wasn't because of me that he was putting it off. He was just scared of being himself. I wasn't going to push him.

"I could have killed Jackson for what he did to you," he mumbled, squeezing me tighter, as if I might slip away if he let go. I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't help but smile. I loved how protective he was. It made me feel much safer. "I feel like I shouldn't let you out of my sight anymore."

"That's not possible, we have different classes," I teased, prying his arms from my waist. I gestured for him to sit beside me, so we were on the same level. He slowly moved to the spot next to me on the bed, turning to face me as we talked. "Just so we have everything out in the open. . . you're not embarrassed of me, are you?" I wondered, just because I had to know.

Derek frowned, tracing his thumb over my cheek as he looked at me, shaking his head. "Of course not," he promised. "The only reason I avoided you and telling people about us is because of me, not you. I've known I was gay since before middle school. Back then, the word 'gay' was used as an insult. I couldn't be myself then, and until I met you, I never dreamt I would be able to be myself ever. I didn't realize I would find someone who would make me want to risk it all. I was just afraid that the same people who used my sexuality as an insult in middle school would make my life a living hell today."

"I understand," I assured him, leaning in to his touch. "You know you're not alone anymore, right? I'll have your back just like you had mine back there."

Derek grinned, resting his forehead against mine. "I know. And that's one of the reasons I love you. I don't know what I was so afraid of," he whispered, leaning in to kiss me gently. He pulled away just before the door opened and the nurse walked back into the room. Derek slowly scooted away from me, his face red as the nurse stared at us with a shocked expression.

She cleared her throat, looking between the two of us as if searching for her words again. "So, I'm guessing it wasn't you who punched Stiles in the face?" she said, her eyes on Derek, who was still red in the face.

"It wasn't me," Derek answered, glancing at me. "Stiles, just tell her. He deserves to get in trouble."

I sighed, giving in. "Okay, fine," I mumbled. "It was-" I cut myself off, turning my attention to the door as my best friend was pushed through the door by Lydia. Right behind her, Jackson was rubbing his jaw and he had a blood lip. "What the hell?" I demanded, jumping up to grab Scott. I noticed his hand was bloody and starting to bruise already. "Scott, what did you do?!"

Scott was scowling as he glared at Jackson, then looked back at me. "I heard what he did to you. I knew Derek wasn't going to beat the shit out of him because you wouldn't let him, which I respect, but I don't care if you get mad at me. Jackson deserved it. If he ever touches you again, or Derek for that matter, it'll be a lot worse."

"I can't believe you," I laughed, shaking my head at him. "You're so stupid."

Scott shrugged as Lydia smacked him in the back of his head. "I pulled him off of Jackson. Otherwise, Jackson would be a lot worse right now," she sighed. She pushed Scott into a chair, far away from Jackson, who was across the room with a deadly glare on his face. The nurse was checking out his injuries.  "Stiles, are you okay? I almost beat Jackson myself after I heard what he did to you," she gushed, forgetting about Scott as she rushed over to my side.

"I'm fine, just a little bruised," I answered. My nose was still throbbing, but I didn't think it was broken. "I didn't want this to end up with anyone getting suspended, but I guess that's unavoidable now, thanks to my idiot best friend."

Scott shrugged again. "It was worth it," he defended himself. "A few days off school and I got to punch Jackson in the face? Fine by me."

"It was bound to happen," Derek assured me. "If not Scott, then probably Isaac, or someone else who Jackson has pissed off."

"I guess," I sighed, leaning into him as he put his arm around me. We sat there awhile longer as the nurse checked on Jackson. When she had cleaned the blood from his face and handed him an ice pack, she came over to us, and she didn't look happy. She cleaned Scott's hand as she questioned us. Scott told the truth and once everything was out, she brought in the principal. We each gave our side of the story and then we were released. Well, all of us except for Jackson and Scott. They were probably in a lot of trouble.

The nurse let me go home early because my face hurt so bad, but Derek had to go back to class. He promised he would come over right after school let out, but that was still a couple of hours. While I waited for him, I made myself lunch at home and ate it in bed while watching Netflix. The last hour before Derek would get there, I decided to take a nap. I set an alarm to wake me up five minutes before Derek came over.

My alarm didn't go off. When I woke up, Derek was hovering over top of me, his arms holding him up as he gently kissed my face. It was the best way I had ever been woken up. "I wanted to let you sleep because you're just so damn cute," he said between kisses. His lips were warm against my skin and his kisses gradually became more intense as he kissed my jawline, moving down towards my neck, sucking gently at my skin. "But I wanted to kiss you more," he added, his voice low.

I laughed nervously, my hands touching him wherever I could reach. I ran my fingers across his back, digging them into his skin as he kissed me. "I could get used to this," I mumbled, as he smiled and kissed my lips. I was wide awake now, my heart racing as Derek's tongue traced my bottom lip before exploring my mouth. I could hardly catch my breath, but I wasn't complaining. "W-Wait," I stopped him, as he pulled away and tugged at the hem of my shirt.

He stopped immediately, sitting up to look at me, a worried expression on his face. "I'm sorry," he said quickly. "Are you okay?" he asked, concerned.

I nodded, sitting up too. "I mean, my face still hurts, but that's not gonna stop me from kissing you," I teased, easing his concern a little. I slid my hands under his shirt, pulling him closer. "I just wanted to make sure we're clear about what we want. . ." I admitted, my face red.

Derek sighed softly, almost relieved. He visibly swallowed, his hands cradling my face. I could see it in his eyes that all he was thinking about was kissing me and it was turning me on so much, I almost said to hell with it all and let him do whatever he wanted to me. "What do you want, Stiles?" he asked, sweetly as he brushed his lips over mine.

I was practically jelly in his arms, but I still stood my ground as best I could. "I-I don't want to have sex yet," I told him, my face burning. "I'm not ready for that. . . but I want to do other things," I tried to explain. "If you do, too."

"I just want you," he whispered, kissing behind my ear, making my heart beat fast against my chest. "Any way I can be closer to you, I want it," he continued, kissing my neck slowly. Every touch from him made me shiver. He slowly lifted my shirt over my head, staring at me for a few seconds in awe before gently pushing me back down to the bed. "If you get uncomfortable, or want me to stop, just tell me, okay?" he said, taking his own shirt off to discard next to mine on the floor.

"Okay," I answered, my voice barely coming out above a whisper. Derek smiled sweetly, kissing my stomach as his fingers hooked in the waistband of my pants, inching them past my thighs. I wasn't sure what I thought I would be feeling during this moment, but right now, I was speechless. I couldn't move as Derek tossed my pants to the side, running his hands over my bare skin, looking at me as if I were some kind of art.

"You're so beautiful," he blurted out, his face red as his eyes drifted over my body. Clearly, he had embarrassed himself by just saying what he was thinking, but his face couldn't have been redder than mine. I bit my lip, unsure of what to say as Derek's lips touched my skin, making my breath catch in my throat. When he slid my underwear down my legs, I held my breath, unsure of what to do. I had never done anything like this before. "Is this still okay?" he asked, his voice low as I now laid there completely naked as Derek waited for my answer, his hands gripping my hips.

"Better than okay," I mumbled, meeting his eyes. He smiled, biting his lip as he hesitantly wrapped his hand around me. He was being gentle and slow, which I appreciated at the start, because I was new to this. I had a feeling Derek had done this before, but with me, maybe it was different. I gasped as he slowly moved his wrist, grabbing his shoulder with one hand, my other hand in his hair as he kissed my hips gently. "Derek, that feels good," I whispered, my eyes fluttering closed as I felt his lips where his hand was a few seconds before. "D-Der," I gasped, gently tugging on his hair. He dug his fingers into my hips, holding me against the mattress as he tasted more of me, forcing quiet moans from my lips. I slowly opened my eyes, watching him use his mouth in ways I never imagined to force noises from my lips that I never knew I could make.

"Does that feel good?" he asked, a half grin on his face as he jerked me off, watching me moan and pant as he  touched me in ways I'd never been touched before. He knew exactly what he was doing to me and he seemed to love watching me like this. "Tell me, Stiles," he demanded, still in that sweet voice of his, but with more of a dominate tone this time. "I want you to tell me it feels good," he continued, using his tongue to make me gasp as I tried to find it in me to form words. "Stiles," he said, impatiently.

"It feels amazing," I cried, sucking in a sharp breath as he took me in his mouth again, moving faster this time. As he gripped my hips and tasted all of me, I threaded my fingers through his hair, unable to keep my moans stifled any longer. Before long, I felt a strange, but familiar feeling in my stomach. "D-Derek, I'm gonna come," I warned him, tugging on his hair as he continued tasting me, like he never wanted to stop. I cried out as I reached my climax, pulling on Derek's hair probably a little too hard, but he didn't seem to mind. When he pulled away, he licked his lips, a grin on his lips. "Oh my god," I sighed, relaxing into the pile of pillows on my bed as Derek crawled back over top of me.

"I love you," he said, kissing the corner of my mouth sweetly.

I laughed, wrapping my arms around him to secure him against my chest. I could have laid there like that for hours. "I love you too, Der," I whispered, squeezing him tight. We laid there under the covers for about thirty minutes before my dad unexpectedly came home and we had to rush to get dressed. We laughed about it after my dad finally left us alone, but it was definitely embarrassing.

Eventually, it was getting late and Derek had to go home. I sat on the edge of my bed, watching him put his shoes on. I didn't want him to leave, but we had school tomorrow, so he had to go. I sighed as he walked back over to the bed, leaning down to kiss me sweetly. "I'll come to your practice tomorrow to cheer you on," he promised, ruffling my hair. "Then maybe you can help me with my calc homework after. I've been a little distracted lately and I haven't been doing so hot."

I smiled guiltily, knowing I was the thing distracting him. "Pick me up for school in the morning and we can just carpool to your house after practice," I told him, following him downstairs to walk him out. Derek agreed to pick me up in the morning, and then he was climbing into his car to leave. As I watched him pull away, I sighed, missing him already.

As I got back into the house, I felt my phone buzz, so I pulled it out, wondering who it could be. Scott was probably grounded from his phone and Derek had just left, so there weren't a lot of options. The one person I didn't expect to be texting me, however, was the one who sent me a message asking me to meet up. The message read:

Hey, its Brett. Can we get lunch this weekend at the mall? I need advice

I had no idea how he got my number, or how to reply to him. It wouldn't have been weird for me to go, right? After all, he wasn't my ex boyfriend. We were kind of friends after we talked, weren't we? We said we were cool. Maybe he just needed help with his boy problems. It wouldn't hurt to get lunch with him in a public place.

I texted him back: Sure, meet you there at 12 on saturday