Stocking

Derek opened the door and moved to the side to let Stiles in as the human beamed at him and pressed a kiss to the corner of Derek's mouth as he passed.

"Nice day at work?" Stiles asked.

Derek watched Stiles walk towards his kitchen and knew by the time he made it into the room the other man would have his head in the fridge. Except for the sex, nothing had changed from when Stiles was simply an annoying teenager sliding into pack life and eating all of his food.

"Derek?" Stiles called. "Stop standing by the door and lamenting that you didn't eat this yoghurt first."

"Leave my yoghurt alone," Derek called and closed the door before he went into the kitchen to save his yoghurt.

Stiles was sitting on the bench, yoghurt in one hand and wrapped present in the other.

"Stiles?"

"You only get one," Stiles told him with a wink. "The yoghurt or the present."

"It's not Christmas yet."

"This is a before Christmas present."

"If I choose the yoghurt will I get the present at Christmas?"

Stiles scoffed. "I hope I'd win if I was wrapped up like a present."

Derek smiled and walked over to slide between Stiles' knees, he wrapped one hand around the gift and the other around the back of Stiles' neck to pull the human into a kiss. He yanked the present out of Stiles' slack hand when his boyfriend let go to press in close and tuck his hand into the back of Derek's jeans.

"You are a terrible cheat," Stiles mumbled into his lips. "Now take me upstairs and remind me why I'm not eating your yoghurt."

Derek grinned, slid Stiles off the bench, the human's legs around his waist and walked them to the fridge. Stiles returned the yoghurt to the fridge and then curled his arms around Derek's neck and started nibbling at the tendons along the left side of Derek's neck. Derek growled at him and started walking faster.

Later, curled around Stiles, Derek groaned as the man next to him wriggled away and then slid back into his embrace and slapped him on the chest with the wrapped gift.

"What is it?"

Stiles slapped his chest. "Babe, I shouldn't have to explain how gifts work to you at this late stage in our relationship."

"You do give a disproportionate number of wrapped gifts."

Stiles beamed at him. "And you love it."

"I love you too."

Stiles leaned forward and kissed him. "You'll love this too."

Derek pulled away and settled against the wall behind the bed. He turned the present over and undid the bow before lifting the sticky tape carefully and slowly easing the gift open.

"This is the best and worst part," Stiles said, kissing Derek's bare shoulder. "You're so careful with the wrapping."

Derek shrugged and kept pulling at the wrapping. He pulled the last flap back and frowned down at the forest green material in front of him. "What is this?"

Stiles poked at it. "Probably not made of wolfsbane so you can look at it."

Derek rolled his eyes and unfolded the material to find two matching stockings – one with his name on it and one with Stiles embroidered on the cuff.

"Do you like them?"

"Yes…but, I'm not sure if I understand."

"This is our first full on Christmas so I thought we should celebrate by decking your fireplace with stockings."

"That would make even more sense if you'd move in with me."

"Okay."

Derek knew he'd been played in some way but he'd wanted Stiles to move in since the other man had come home again so he really didn't care. Just pulled Stiles down into the mattress and celebrated. Then lamented his life choices when he found the yoghurt already gone in the morning.

The End