When Derek came back home from school he immediately ran up to his room and threw himself on the bed, drained physically and emotionally. His bed was much nicer than Stiles', he had to admit. It was firm but soft, just how he liked it.

Thinking about yesterday made Derek angry, because he didn't know what to do with his feelings for Stiles. He fell asleep next to him. Derek knew he shouldn't have stayed, but it was like he had no control over his brain when around the boy. The more time he spent thinking about it the more he wanted to punch something. What was he supposed to do? Go on until the rest of high school, ignoring his feelings and pretending Stiles didn't exist? Maybe, but they shared classes, and it was hard to not look at the boy. Sure, he was skinny and gangly, and he would ramble about the most random things at times, but Derek secretly enjoyed it. He didn't know why, just that he did.

Eventually Derek decided to take a nice, warm shower. He locked the bathroom door, discarding his clothing, looking at himself in the mirror before entering the shower. He glared at his reflection, unhappy with it.

The warm water started falling on his body, sending waves of pleasure through his nerves.

Derek started thinking about Stiles. About how they basically slept together in his bed, extremely near each other. He remembered the boy's scent; a mixture of vanilla, and some earthy smells. The way the boy's mouth would hang just a bit open when he slept. The way his long lashes fanned out, his features soft yet sharp. All that thinking brought some attention to his lower body parts.

Derek groaned as he grabbed his member by the base, slowly gliding his hand up, letting out a stifled moan. He began thinking of Stiles' beautiful pink lips, and what they could be capable of. He thought of laying in the boy's bed, pinning him down, kissing and licking his neck and collarbones, marking him all over so that everyone knew who he belonged to. Derek thought about ripping Stiles' shirt off, sliding his hands all over that beautiful cream-colored body. He would make sure to not leave any corner of the boy's body untouched and unexplored, make a mental map of every mole and every freckle. Derek thought of all the ways he could make Stiles moan and whine. He would play with his nipples, sucking and licking them, sending the other boy into a whirlwind of lust and want. Then he'd slowly trail his tongue down Stiles' stomach, along his happy trail-he made note of it in gym class. Derek would then grip the boy's member, and bring it to his mouth, making slow circles with his tongue all over its head, Stiles begging him to take him. And eventually he would, savoring the brunette's taste.

That sent Derek over the edge. He panted, letting out a strained moan as he came in strong strands of cum, leaning back on the shower wall to support himself, his legs shaking from the release. He closed his eyes when the flow stopped, letting the water wash away all of the remains. His happy bliss was soon replaced with shame and discomfort. He hated feeling like that after a jerk-off. It ruined the whole moment. Why couldn't his stupid teenage hormones just calm down for like 5 minutes?

Walking back into his room Derek was stopped by Laura, looking even more smug than she usually does.

"What did you do?" he asked, folding his arms over his chest.

"What?" his sister replied. "I'm hurt that you would think I always have some ulterior motive."

Derek glared at Laura, not in the mood for games.

"Okay, fine," the girl said, throwing her hands up. "I texted Stiles from your phone."

"You did WHAT?!"

"I told him to come over and work on your project thingy."

Her brother looked like he was about to bust a vein, but didn't say anything. Derek simply walked into his room and slammed the door after him.

A second later it opened again. "When is he coming?" he quietly asked.

"In an hour, Romeo," Laura replied, snickering.

Derek just slammed the door again.

Stiles was sitting behind his desk, his attention on the computer screen. He was looking at the pictures he had taken a while back, but never got the chance to properly inspect. He had driven up to a small lake near the town, the view perfect for some artistic photographs. Unfortunately, they weren't the best looking, as his camera was a bit old already and couldn't compare to the newer models with advanced features. Stiles was still proud of them, though-they were his creations and he spent quite a bit of time getting the angles just right, even if the end results were a bit pixelated.

Suddenly his phone buzzed twice, startling the boy a bit. Stiles looked at the screen. It was a text message from Derek. What could he want?

Stiles starred at the notification for a bit, before finally deciding to open it.

Derek Hale: Can you come over in an hour? want to work on the project

Stiles froze for a second. He was feeling a mixture of excitement and dread. It had been 2 days since he last heard from the boy, which was the day they had their 'accidental nap'.

Don't sound desperate, Stiles thought as he began writing a reply.

Stiles Stilinski: sure do u want me to bring my books too?

Derek Hale: Yeah. Just ring the doorbell when u're here

Stiles closed his laptop and ran into the bathroom; he was in need of a shower. Perhaps a even cold one.

40 minutes later the brunette was going through his closet, desperately trying to find articles of clothing that were presentable in public. He went through dozens of clothes, none of them appealing to him. He went through his shirts, hoodies, tees, everything.

Why do I not own any nice shirts?! Stiles thought in annoyance.

Realizing that most of his clothes were in the washing machine the boy groaned and sat down on the floor. Then he got an idea. He ran up to his backpack and pulled out a backup shirt he took with him just in case Jackson was feeling like throwing slushies at him. Looking back into the backpack Stiles realized he still had Derek's hoodie in there; the one Derek gave him that time under the bleachers. Looking at it Stiles began thinking that he should probably return it, seeing as he had plenty of his own. But it felt so nice to have it. It smelled like Derek, even though the scent was starting to wash away. No, Stiles decided it was time to return it. He wasn't going to be the weirdo that steals hoodies.

Eventually he dressed himself and gave it a final look in the mirror, thinking it would do. Looking at his hair Stiles groaned and reached for a beanie, covering his mess of a hairdo.

The drive to Derek's went smoothly, Stiles already familiar with the route. He parked in front of the Hale residence, half expecting Laura to greet him again, but this time it was Derek that came out of the front entrance. He was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans that made Stiles' blood rush to places best left unsaid. Fixing his jeans, the brunette stepped out of his car and made his way over to Derek. "Hey."

"Hi," Derek replied, looking a bit nervous. "Come on in."

The last time Stiles entered the Hale house it was filled with chatter and various sounds, but this time it was silent. The TV in the living room wasn't on, there was no sound from the kitchen, or upstairs. "Are-Are you alone?" Stiles asked.

"Uh, yeah." Stiles could have sworn Derek's pitch jumped up a bit when he answered.

"Cool," the brunette responded, trying to sound unfazed. Why was Derek inviting him over when he was alone? Was he going to kill Stiles? He knew the Hales owned a massive amount of land around here, the cops would take forever to find his body.

"You remember where my room is, right?"

"Yeah, why?"

Derek started walking to the kitchen. "I'm, uh, just gonna grab some snacks and be right there. Go ahead, though."

"Uhh, okay," Stiles responded and made his way upstairs. He made sure that it was the right room before entering it. He really didn't feel like accidentally walking into one of Derek's sister's rooms. Setting his backpack by the bed Stiles took the chance to look at Derek's photographs that were scattered all across his room. Call him a creep but he enjoyed looking at photographs, the memories they embodied.

Downstairs Derek was in the kitchen pacing around in circles, gripping onto his phone like his life depended on it. Without giving it another thought he dialed Laura's number and waited for her to pick up.

"How's it going, Casanova?" Laura answered with a snort.

"Shut UP! This was the worst idea you ever had! I can't believe you talked me into it!" Derek was panicking, biting his nails.

"Take a deep breath, and calm down. First of all, I didn't talk you into it, cause you would have said no, I just set it up. Second, it is a great idea, and you know it. What happened?"

"He came like 5 minutes ago. I sent him up to my room, and now I'm in in the kitchen making snacks. Oh God, I'm turning into mom."

Laura sighed. "Get the dumb bag of chips, and go upstairs and woo him!"

"Woo him? Really, Laura? This isn't a rom-com."

"Stop freaking out and go upstairs. Do your stupid project, and talk to him. Get to know him. See what he's into. You can do it, dweeb."

Taking a deep breath Derek seemed to relax a bit. "Alright, I can do this. Thanks."

"You're welcome. Oh, and I put condoms in your nightstand just in case."

*beep*

Looking at the various framed photos Stiles had to smile. Derek was an incredibly sweet looking child. It was also apparently the last time he smiled, cause Stiles didn't really remember ever seeing the boy actually smile or laugh.

Stiles was interrupted by the door opening, Derek walking in empty handed.

"What happened to the snacks?" Stiles asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh," the Hale boy replied. "I forgot."

Stiles laughed. "Wasn't that the whole point of you going into the kitchen?"

Derek blushed, remembering the conversation he had with Laura. "I'll get them later. We should work on the project now," he said, making his was over to his bed, looking at his nightstand to make sure it was closed. Phew.

When Derek sat down a rustling sound was heard, sparking the interest of the two boys. Standing up and lifting his duvet Derek found a pack of XXL condoms laying there. He just starred at them for a while, then looked at Stiles with a lack of words.

"XXL, huh," was all the brunette said.

Mortified, Derek quickly snatched the pack, opened his nightstand and threw them inside. He was pretty sure that later that day Cora would end up being his only sibling.

"Hey, uh, no judging," Stiles added.

"They're not mine!" Derek said defensively. "I mean, they are, but they're not. I didn't put them there! I'm not trying to have sex with you!" He knew he was rambling, something he didn't usually do, but it was like Derek had no control over his mouth.

Stiles was trying his best not to confess his undying love for the boy. "I, uh, didn't think you wanted to, dude. It's okay," he tried reassuring Derek.

"It was Laura! She put them there because for some reason she thinks I have a crush on you, which is stupid cause I don't!"

Scratch the confessing part. Stiles didn't say anything after Derek was done rambling. He just starred at the other boy for a while, not sure what to say.

This was it. This was his chance. Stiles could finally tell Derek how he really felt, since all those years ago. It was his chance to come clean and put everything out in the open, get every single nerve-wrecking thought off his chest, or he could keep his mouth closed and just laugh it off

"What if... What if I had a crush on you?" he weakly asked, looking Derek straight in the eyes.

Derek's eyes widened. "Wh-What?"

"What if I had a crush on you?" Stiles asked again, this time with more confidence. "Would... Would that be weird?"

If Stiles thought this was funny he was incredibly wrong. How dare he make a joke of such a thing? He had no idea how Derek felt; what he felt. He spent countless nights awake with only the other boy on his mind. Every time he saw him walk around school his breath would hitch a bit, his pulse starting to race. How much psyching himself up it took Derek to sit down next to him under the bleachers. Stiles had no idea what it felt like to only be able to look at someone from a distance, someone that made your lips dry, your palms sweaty.

"That's not funny, Stiles," Derek replied with a stern voice.

"Wasn't supposed to be." Stiles took in a deep breath and exhaled. "I... Uh... Like you, Derek. Like, a lot."

The Hale boy tried asking what he was talking, but Stiles wouldn't let him. "Do you remember in 3rd grade when I fell and hurt my knee? You were the only person that came to help me. I moved to town earlier that year, I didn't have any friends. But you were there. You helped me up, and even walked with me to the nurse's office, Stiles said, chuckling at the memory. Derek vividly remembered that day. He also remembered when Stiles joined his class earlier that year, and how he was always alone, much like Derek himself.

"I, uh... Remember, yeah..."

"Do you also remember what you told me after that?" Stiles asked.

Derek mentally kicked himself for not remembering.

"You told me that I should be more careful, cause you didn't want me to get hurt." Stiles smiled at the memory.

"Oh... I forgot about that...," Derek confessed. He was genuinely surprised that he forgot that part.

Stiles took another breath and decided to continue. "Anyway... I've been careful ever since then, not to get hurt, but I can't do it anymore... I have to tell you how I feel, even if flat out reject me and laugh in my face or kick me out of your house and never speak to me... I might get hurt, but... I think it would be worth it. I like you, Derek Hale. I've liked you ever since that say in 3rd grade. I like the way your hair stays up without seemingly any hair products. I like the way your ears stick out a bit. I like the way your bunny teeth show when you smile, which to be honest you should do more, or your crazy eyebrows that you somehow make work. I like the way you always know the right answers in class, and how you're never nervous during tests. God... There's just... So much I like about you Derek, and... I never had the courage to tell you cause why would you care about me, right?" Stiles said with a snort. "I'm the skinny dork with no friends... But... I couldn't keep it in me any longer... So, I apologize if you think I'm a weirdo or whatever but-"

Stiles' words were cut off when Derek stepped up to him, grabbed him by his head and smacked his lips against Stiles'. The kiss wasn't anything special. There wasn't any tongue action, just two people sharing an intimate moment. Stiles could feel Derek's entire body shaking.

Eventually Derek broke the kiss, his eyes wide, lips plump and pinkish. "I, uh," the dark haired boy started, "like you, too, Stiles."

Stiles' eyes widened in disbelief. "Please tell me I'm not dreaming."

Derek smiled weakly and connected their mouths again, this time gently bitting down on Stiles' lower lip, earning a muffled 'ow' from the boy. "Not dreaming," he said when Derek backed off.

Derek took a step back, looking at the floor. "I'd give a speech of my own, but you pretty much took all the words out of my mouth. I've liked since that day, too. I just, uh, had no idea there was a chance for you to feel this way... I always just assumed you were straight."

Stiles chuckled nervously. "Yeah, same."

Derek smiled at him. "Guess we're both pretty dense, huh?"

Not long after their confessions Stiles said he had to go, as he had some stuff to do for when his dad came back from work. Derek looked a bit disappointed but didn't say anything. He accompanied the other boy to the front door, like last time.

Stiles has the front door halfway open when he turned out. "Wait, are we, uh, dating now?" he asked.

Derek's cheeks heated up. "Uh... Do you... Do you want us to date?"

The Stilinski boy rolled his eyes. "I poured my entire heart out to you in your bedroom, what do you think?"

Derek chuckled and stepped closed, planting a short kiss on Stiles' cheek. "Then yes, we're dating."

The two boys jumped apart when they heard a wolf whistle behind them. "Get a room you two!" Laura said in a mocking tone.

"Laura!" Talia, who was holding some shopping bags behind her daughter, scolded.

"Mom!" Derek suddenly felt a lump in his throat.

"Hello, sweetheart. And Stiles, nice to see you again. Are you staying for dinner?" the woman asked, smiling sweetly.

"Hi, uh, Mrs. Hale," Stiles greeted in a scattered manner, "no, uh, thanks but I was just, uh leaving. Okay, bye!" he added and quickly ducked away to his jeep.

Derek smacked his face with his palm when he walked back into the house.

"So, I guess the project's going well?" Talia asked teasingly as she followed her son into their home, a snickering Laura right behind her.

So I wrote half of this chapter on my iphone cause my laptop decided that dying was its New Year resolution so I hope it still all makes sense. Unfortunately this will probably slow me down a bit, as I have no idea when it'll be fixed. I'm still looking for any beta-readers or people who want to collab on future projects, so if you are interested or know anybody who might be please feel free to PM me!

Anyway, I hope you guys had wonderful holidays and enjoy the chapter! Don't forget to leave your thoughts in the reviews! :)