Author's Note: That's all, folks. Thank you for sharing this journey with me. :)

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Chapter 14: One and One and One Is Three

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"So, is Scott…" Derek said half an hour later, as they lay sprawled together on top of the covers of the master bed.

"Is Scott what?" Stiles murmured in between sloppy nibbles at the hinge of Derek's jaw.

Derek grimaced. It was better to ask now than to disappoint Stiles later. "Going to join us?"

Stiles pulled back, a look of horror on his face. "What?"

"I mean, is this supposed to be a three way thing?"

Stiles bit at his lip, brows scrunching together. "Do you want it to be?"

Derek looked down at where his hand was resting on Stiles' hip, thumb dragging in circles over the soft skin of his belly. "No."

"Oh, thank God."

Derek looked back. "What?"

Stiles winced. "Like, I mean, if you want to have sex with Scott, that's cool, but like, I wouldn't want to be there, and I sort of don't want him to be here when the two of us are, uh, you know. Not because he's not awesome and everything, but because it's sort of harder to get a boner and I don't want you to think it's because of you, because it's definitely not you, it's—"

"Stiles," Derek said, moving his hand to Stiles' cheek. Stiles looked over at Derek, eyes wide. "Slow down."

"Uh," Stiles said. "Right. Starting over." He screwed his eyes shut and took a deep breath. "Did you want to have sex with Scott?"

Derek couldn't help the amused twist of his lips. "Not particularly, no."

Stiles opened one eye and looked at Derek suspiciously. "But you want to have sex with me, correct?"

"You're seventeen," Derek said, biting back a sigh.

Stiles relaxed in Derek's arms, waving his hands as though his age was somehow irrelevant. "And you don't want to… like, have Scott in the room with us or something, because that would be weird."

Derek tilted his head. "Is Scott okay with the two of us… doing stuff without him?"

"What? Oh! Yeah, totally." Stiles grinned. "We talked it all out, the only sexing will be between you and me. But you can still be, like, Scott's boyfriend too, if you want, just without the sex part. I'm pretty sure he'd be down for that. Because you should cuddle more people, and I think Scott would totally be excited about threesome cuddles and movie nights and Call of Duty."

"Okay?" Derek frowned as the first part of Stiles' declaration sunk in. "Wait. What about — you're not sleeping with Scott?"

"Dude, no. We don't want to have sex. Tried the whole making out thing, didn't really like it."

"What?" Derek pushed himself up onto his elbows. He needed to be sitting up for this.

"Yep. Still a virgin! Not, uh, that it makes a difference, I mean, social construct and all, plus, like you said, seventeen, so it's not like you're gonna get a piece of this hot ass anytime soon—"

"Stiles," Derek growled.

"Yes?"

Derek swallowed, looking away from Stiles. "Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice quiet. Sure about me, Derek wanted to add, but couldn't bear to say the words out loud.

"Duh," Stiles said. "Uh, you too, right? I mean, we're not sexing it up until I'm legal, I get that, but, uh, when I am, you'll want… to do that? With me? Mutual orgasms et cetera?"

Derek stared down at Stiles. He was nervous, biting at his lower lip and tapping his fingers against the bed sheets. "Idiot," he said, and kissed him.

Apparently, kissing was an excellent way to get Stiles to shut up. Derek was going to have to remember this.

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Derek woke up just once, a little past midnight. Scott was curled up behind Stiles, an arm slung across both of their waists, fingertips brushing against Derek's lower back. He was drooling into the back of Stiles' hair. Stiles was snoring gently, and his legs were tangled up with Derek's.

Derek thought of late nights in New York, whenever the nightmares got too bad. He used to slip into Laura's bed, and wake up with her arms around him.

He didn't wake again until the sun was streaming through the windows and Scott was writing "PROPERTY OF SCOTT" on Stiles' forehead in magic marker.

(Stiles made him add "AND DEREK" an hour later, when he saw his reflection in the bathroom mirror.)

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December 10, 4:23pm

Wilbur Springs

Now that C and I are back home, I haven't had much cause to update the blog. Well, about a week ago, our friends decided a trip to a hot springs was in order. When we got back, C requested I make a blog entry about it, since we did, in fact, road trip there.

Why hot springs in December? Don't ask me. I didn't pick the location.

It's definitely a different experience traveling with a big group. C insisted on carpooling with two of our friends (who I have previously referred to as M and SS), so the car ride up was noisier than I'm used to. Once we got there, I only got halfway through reading the next chapter in my book before I was dragged out to the deck for hot tubbing.

I'm glad I went, though. Even surrounded by crazy people, it was sort of a nice weekend. I got to spend more time with everyone. I think I had a better time than C, even. And I slept better than I have in months.

Come to think of it, though, we never did go to the hot springs.

3 comments

batman-not-robin says:
ha! I knew you had fun. -SS

d-stands-for-dangerous says:
Actually, you're M. It's short for Moron.

batman-not-robin says:
shut up, you know you love me. -SS (which is actually short for Super Stud)