DISCLAIMER: I don't own them, sadly. Written in semi-drabble format, though they are posted in chronological format.

Derek was frustrated. He wasn't entirely sure how to deal with this blossoming semi-obsession (he preferred the term observation) with Stiles' mouth. He understood it, because, really, the thing was only shut when food was involved, but still... he didn't even particularly like the kid. He was loud, cocky, and never stopped moving. Ever.

It had started one night in Stiles' room. He had been staying at the hyper teen's house to hide from the Argents and Stiles had been studying. With books came food. 'A study snack, man!' had been the exclamation from the teen. And Derek had been forced to watch as the popcorn was flicked, one piece at a time, in between those lips. After about half of the bowl, one piece had decided to be difficult and had bounced from one of Stiles' lip, requiring him to use his tongue to keep it from falling. Just like that, Derek was hooked, watching that flexible tongue snag the piece of fluffy corn before it disappeared.

After that, Derek couldn't help but notice every single time Stiles had food nearby. A never ending flow of finger food; french fries, grapes, Twinkies, chips, bananas. Derek had almost given himself a concussion the day Stiles had brought up hot dogs for them, running head-first into the open closet door at Stiles taking half of the dog and bun into his mouth at once.

"Christ, how do you keep from choking? I mean, seriously?"

Stiles had just arched a brow and made a ridiculous face before continuing his dinner.

Derek hadn't been able to put his finger on why he couldn't keep his mind off of those lips or that extremely talented-looking tongue. Or why he was finding the teen less and less insufferable. He had even found himself cracking a smile at the lame jokes. He was finally starting to come to terms with his "observation" of the younger male, though Stiles putting him on display for a fellow lacrosse player, regardless of the results, had made something twist uncomfortably in his stomach. He was not a piece of meat to be auctioned off, not even to a rather cute, dark-haired hacker.

He glared from the other side of the teen's room after Danny had left, trying to read Stiles' expression. Was the attention-challenged boy so uninterested that he was willing to pawn him off on someone else?

"Do you find me attractive?"

The question made him freeze for a moment before he offered another scowl to the teen.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Well, when I had asked Danny, he never gave me an answer. And Scott won't answer either. And it is pretty obvious girls have no interest in me, I mean, look at Lydia, I am not even on her radar, so I figured I could try for the other team, but none of the dudes answer me either."

Derek's eyebrows pinched together at the words. Most the time, a line like that was a pick-up line, but Stiles seemed to be honestly curious. Should he tell him or go back to ignoring the kid? He opted for trying to ignore the question with a slight diversion.

"Everyone has different tastes, kid. And why the hell would you want someone like that Lydia chick, anyways? She is a conniving, self-serving predator..."

Derek glanced up as his words were cut off with a wave of Stiles' hand, followed by, "Have you noticed the type of people I surround myself with? Look at Scott. His head is so far up his ass, he can only see Allison. And you kinda do what everyone else does, just brush off Scott's sidekick and ignore me."

Derek sat in stunned silence for a moment, never having thought Stiles noticed what an ass his best friend could be, his attention redirected to the words about himself as he pushed up from the chair.

"You really think anyone is capable of ignoring you? Your mouth is always spouting something ridiculous enough that people can't help but pay attention. Trust me, kid, no one can ignore you, even if they tried."

"So, ADD aside, nice attempt at avoiding the question. Do. You. Find me. Attractive?"

Derek tried to avoid the teen's eyes for a moment, scrambling for something that would offer some type of reassurance without revealing his recent observations. But then his eyes landed on Stiles' and he found brutal honesty falling out of his mouth.

"Yes. I do."

The words were growled out as he quickly sat back down, trying to bury his attention back in the thick Lycanthropy book he had been reading to keep from looking at Stiles. He was expecting the teen to go back to the his computer, maybe make a few smart comments and then they could proceed past the awkward situation. What he had not expected was to find Stiles standing in front of him, head cocked to the side, staring down at him.

"Really?

He only offered a nod, keeping his eyes on the book and the sliver of Stiles' he could see over the top of it without looking up. He didn't want to see the cocky look of triumph that was surely painted across the teen's slender face. When Stiles slowly flipped the cover of the book closed, he didn't have much choice but to look up, just in time to see that agile tongue swipe across dry lips.

"I was reading that," his voice deadpanned, trying to keep his face neutral. They didn't need a distraction right now.

His heart beat sped as Stiles leaned down, arms coming to rest on the sides of the chair, trapping Derek in his seat, which was a stupid thought because he was a werewof and he could move then teen without breaking a sweat. His fingers curled at the edge of the book cover, making to open it again.

"Now, if you don't mind giving me some personal space, we have things to d-"

The words were cut off by the lips settling over his own, a gentle pressure that slowly increased. He savored the feel for a brief flicker before placing his hand on the teen's chest and pushing lightly back.

"Not now, Stiles. We don't have ti-"

Again, he was interrupted, unable to resist a soft sound as he suddenly had a lap full of hyper, loud Stiles to contend with. His eyes flicked from the shirt in front of him up to Stiles' face, picking up on the note of nervousness on the teen's face, the uncertainty that lingered there, before wanting to reassure the teen and pressing their lips together. He tossed the book to the side before filling his hands with two lean hips and tugging the teen closer, his lips moving in a gentle pressure across Stiles' slightly chapped ones. He deepened the kiss by slow degrees, his tongue coming to flicker across the seam of Stiles' lips before dipping into his mouth. He tasted something sweet, probably the candy bar Stiles had been consuming, along with the taste that matched Stiles' scent, something pure that could never be fully covered by another flavor.

Even during a kiss, he found, Stiles could not be still. His body moved, twisted and writhed from his perch on Derek's lap, making a soft growl play in his throat before he caught the sound and swallowed it with another taste of the teen he was becoming addicted to. His fingertips crept under Stiles' shirt, tracing them along surprisingly defined muscles as his mouth did its best to reassure the teen above him that, yes, he most definitely found Stiles attractive, despite his better judgment on the matter.

"Fuck, Derek. If I had known this would be the answer, I'd have asked, like... days ago, at least."

Derek rolled his eyes before again gently pushing the teen that stubbornly refused to moved.

"Stiles. Move. We don't have time for this right now."

"Screw that. Ever since I have gotten involved in this wolf crap, I have seen and been close to death more times than I can count. So I will be damned if I move now. Kiss me again."

Derek wanted to argue his point but found himself dragging Stiles close again, slamming their mouths together, no longer the gentle kiss from before and instead filled with a note of need. He felt slender fingers rake through his hair as his fingers tightened on Stiles' hips, tugging at them as Stiles made to shift closer, bringing the evidence of their desires together.

"Woah, you definitely weren't lying, dude!"

Derek only offered another growl before sliding his hands to the back of the teen's thighs and standing without warning, his grip on the boy keeping their kiss uninterrupted He smirked his victory against the teen's lips as he felt legs wrap around his waist, moving them towards the bed.