The next morning, when Stiles woke up, he found himself alone in Derek's bed.

He got up and wandered out of the bedroom in search of his boyfriend, still dressed in only his boxers, as he rubbed sleepily at his eyes.

Derek had to smile amusedly at the sight of Stiles' hair sticking out every which way from sleeping as the younger man walked into the kitchen.

"What are you doing up already?" Stiles asked with a yawn as he watched the werewolf eating his breakfast, a bowl of cereal.

Frosted Flakes, Stiles noted. It was a somewhat boring cereal choice, but there were blander options and it somehow seemed like a fitting choice for Derek. Stiles was more of a Lucky Charms man himself.

"I could barely sleep because someone was taking up the whole bed," Derek responded accusingly, dragging Stiles out of his cereal reverie.

"Well then maybe you should have wolfed out and curled up at the foot of the bed like dogs do," Stiles joked as he headed towards the cupboards in search of a second cereal bowl. "Besides, Scott never seemed to mind."

Derek was unimpressed with Stiles' dog joke, but the Scott comment was what made him ask a question that he immediately regretted.

"Well then why don't you just spend the week at Scott's instead?" Derek asked a little too calmly.

"Oh my god, are you jealous of Scott?" Stiles asked, sounding amused, but not at all upset by the idea.

Derek just stared back at him with an unimpressed look.

"Oh my god, you are. Aren't you?" Stiles continued excitedly. "I can't wait to tell Scott about this !"

Derek's gaze intensified into a glare.

"Relax, I'm just kidding… Mostly," Stiles assured his boyfriend. "Besides, me and Scott have been best friends for our entire lives. We've been sharing beds when one of us slept over since we were little kids. It's not a big deal. And it's certainly nothing to worry about… I mean have you heard Scott gushing about Allison? She's really all he talks about, so something tells me that Scotty doesn't plan on going gay for me any time soon."

Derek rolled his eyes at that, but felt himself relax at Stiles' reassurance as he got up to help the other man find a clean bowl.

Stiles couldn't help but smile despite himself. Derek Hale was jealous at the idea of him sleeping in the same bed as someone else. Was Derek really that oblivious of what he did to Stiles? Didn't he realize that Stiles wasn't even capable of imagining himself with someone else?

After breakfast, Stiles went to go take a shower. He wasn't in there long before someone else decided to join him.

Derek slipped into the shower and reached to turn the water temperature down.

As Stiles felt the cold water hit his skin, he turned around to face Derek.

"Oh my god."

Derek couldn't help but smirk at that comment.

"No, not you oh my god. I mean, not that you aren't totally oh my god worthy, especially when you're naked, but that's not what that specific 'Oh my god' was about. That 'Oh my god' was more of an 'Oh my god, are you trying to kill me right now' kind of 'Oh my god'. I mean I know that you have that whole werewolf higher core temperature thing going for you, but I don't, I'm human." Stiles stopped talking for just long enough to adjust the water temperature to a nice steaming temperature. "And that also means that I can't heal from when my boyfriend comes into the shower and turns the water ice cold in an attempt to give my hypothermia-"

Derek could see Stiles pause for just a moment to take a big breath in preparation for the continuation of his little speech, so he decided to shut Stiles up using his favourite strategy.

Before Stiles could get another word out, Derek leaned forward and pressed their lips together, surprising Stiles in the process. As they kissed, Derek brought one arm past Stiles to turn the water temperature down to a temperature that was only slightly less icy than he had made it before.

In Derek's mind it was a fairly significant compromise.

"Okay, I know that you like to be the hottest thing in the room, Derek," Stiles said through teeth that were practically chattering. "But it's a little ridiculous being jealous of water. That's like if I said that I was jealous of air."

A triumphant smirk formed on Stiles' lips that showed that he thought that he was hilarious as he moved to turn the water back up to full heat. "I like my showers like I like my men. Scalding hot."

Derek took a step even closer to Stiles and his voice came as a low growl in Stiles' ear as he asked, "Funny that you complain about not being able to heal from 'hypothermia', but you can heal just fine from the burns this water must be giving you."

That voice was definitely not playing fair, but then again, why did Stiles ever think that Derek would? And how was he ever supposed to win this argument when Derek was purposely using his sexiest tone on him?

Stiles gulped loudly, he was sure that with Derek's werewolf hearing it had probably sounded as loud as a gunshot, as he stumbled out the words, "Maybe we're just not shower compatible." Stiles really wished that they were.

"Maybe we're not," Derek agreed, although that realization didn't at all affect his invading of Stiles' personal space. Not that Stiles was complaining.

There was a brief lull in conversation as Derek brought his lips to Stiles' neck before Stiles finally admitted defeat.

"Alright, fine. We'll both be miserable."

With that he grabbed the faucet and adjusted the temperature to a neutral warm temperature that wasn't really what either of them wanted, but was at least middle-ground instead of one extreme or the other.

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"You know, you're making it very difficult to be miserable here, Derek."

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"Oh my god… …And yes, that one was because of you."

A/N: Please read and review! Thanks for reading! :) I hope that you liked the chapter, I'm going to try and have at least once a week (hopefully).

Also, thanks to Snowbeardolphin, squigglegiggle , carameldip18, and mjsmart2001 for reviewing the first chapter!