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Not a crush anymore

Chapter 9

Stiles was driving himself and Scott to Scott's house as he continued to think about the Wolf's bane problem. How had Jackson known about it? Not knowing was killing Stiles... figuratively. Before he even knew it though Stile was parking his car in the McCall's drive way and getting out. He turned to Scott and saw the young werewolf sniffing the air. Scott turned to him with a shit-eating smirk and gave a short chuckle.

"Derek is already here."

Stiles heart gave a little tug and skipped a few beats as he looked at Scott and scowled. His best friend was finding this way too funny. This was misery! Misery I tell you! Slowly and very reluctantly Stiles followed Scott to the front door of the house. Just before Scott reached for his house key the front door opened and a what looked to be very annoyed Derek greeted them in the doorway.

Scott smiled at the older werewolf before entering his home and leaving Derek and Stile to themselves. Stiles heart was going an mile a minute. What the hell was Scott doing? He couldn't just leave them alone together!

"Get a move on Stilinsky! Mrs. McCall is only gone until morning. We can't have you standing there waiting for her. We've got more important things to do."

From Derek's tone of voice Stiles could tell that the nineteen-year-old was rather annoyed with him so Stiles made his way into the house to avoid further annoying the werewolf. What Stiles didn't know was that Derek wasn't annoyed at all. Seeing Stiles standing in front of him was doing wonders for Derek's blood flow to his cock. The older werewolf was sure Scott could smell his evident arousal even from his place in the kitchen and was laughing his ass off. The little pest.

Derek followed Stiles into the living room and tried his hardest not to watch that firm ass in front of him. It was hard not to the way Stiles swayed his hips and the way he bent over slightly to place his bag on the ground next to the couch. For a second Derek was scared he'd reach out and grab that fine behind so he put his hands into his pants pockets and fisted them so tightly he was afraid he'd rip his pants.

The two of them sat in a somewhat uncomfortable silence as they waited for Scott to come back from the kitchen. What in gods name was the boy doing there? Jerking off? Soon a smell his Derek's nostrils and the werewolf knew exactly what Scott was doing. Sitting down on the couch, next to where Stiles had sat himself down, Derek blew out a sigh and waited for Scott to come into the room with the food his mother had surely prepared for them.

It was weired knowing that he wasn't wanted by the police having been so close to it again and he was sure that Mrs. McCall actually knew he was here. After Scott and Stiles had found him behind the school slowly healing as they headed out to talk to Stiles' dad they had decided not to put the blame on Derek. Thankfully they had never said anything to Allison and the others with them in the school.

A noise made Derek turn to Stiles and he saw him squirming on the couch. Just then Derek noticed the way Stiles heart seem to skip beats every now and then as if the boy was lying to himself in his thoughts. He was wondering what was bothering the sixteen-year-old, but before he could put further thought to it Scott came into the living room with three plates of pizza. Homemade pizza. It had been a while since Derek had had it.

They ate in a somewhat comfortable silence until Derek broke it when Stiles heart skipped again as their hands met while they were both reaching for a napkin.

"Okay that's it. What the hell is wrong with him? He's not talking which is weired in and of itself and his heart is going haywire. Is he dying or something?"

Everything Derek said and asked was directed at Scott. The nineteen-year-old didn't trust himself to look at Stiles and not look at him with a worried expression and that would just bring up embarrassing and uncomfortable questions on the boy's part.

"I was in a car accident last night nothing bad, but apparently somethings wrong with my heartbeat. Though they said it would start beating regularly again in a day or two."

Scott wanted to snort but he knew if he did Derek would find it suspicious, but damn it was funny to watch these two being so attracted to each other and really not noticing it. Stiles was so nervous sitting next to Derek he was nearly jumping in his seat and Derek was leaning ever so slightly over to Stiles and Scott would bet a years worth of his allowance that the werewolf wasn't even aware of it.

Derek seemed to consider Stiles' explanation before slowly nodding and turning back to his slice of pizza. Scott noticed Stiles' look of hurt when the older werewolf didn't even care to ask if he was okay and it was starting to annoy Scott a whole damn lot.

"If you like him so much how about asking if he's okay?"

Scott was speaking just loud enough so Derek would hear him. It wouldn't do for Stiles to overhear them Scott was, after all, quite enjoying watching those two idiots dancing around each other. The only thing that showed Scott that Derek had actually heard him was that he ducked his head a little lower before biting into his pizza. Derek chewed for a very long time before swallowing and turning his head just enough to the right to have Stiles in his line of vision.

"Your otherwise fine I assume?"

Stiles fought a little blush which didn't go past Scott's notice before nodding and pacing the hint of a smile on his lips. Scott shock his head and turned his attention back to his own slice of pizza. From the looks of it he was going to need the extra strength if he planed to survive the whole night with the oblivious two teenagers in front of him. If Stiles wasn't his best friend Scott wouldn't know why he was doing this.

A/N: For all those who asked me to continue I hope this is up to the standard I've set for this fic. I hope you enjoyed it and please do tell me what you liked or didn't like...:P