It was the roar of the engines that first caught Stiles's attention as he and Scott meandered through the fair. Stiles frowned and stopped what he was doing, and candy floss stuck to his lips as a plume of dust rose around the general vicinity of the car park. The noise died and once again Stiles was surrounded by the sounds of the fair, pop music, stall holders promoting their games, people screaming as the fairground rides sped up, kids crying and laughing coming from everywhere.

'What the hell was that?' Stiles asked licking his sugary lips clean.

'Motorbikes,' Scott said arching his neck, 'lots of them!' He cocked his head to the side and took a deep breath and Stiles was about two seconds away from teasing Scott for acting like a dog again when Scott practically vibrated, and if he had a tail it would be wagging furiously because he was moving away from Stiles towards the parking lot muttering something about his Dad and Derek and Stiles felt himself go cold all over, because he knew who was riding the motorbikes, knew why Scott was suddenly so excited.

By the time Stiles caught up a leather wearing hot biker dude had Scott in a one armed hug and he was grinding his knuckles into Scott's mop of unruly hair. The guy was tall, a dark head of hair and what looked like a weeks' worth of stubble on his face. He looked like the kind of guy you didn't mess with, the kind of guy that his Dad, the Sheriff, often negotiates with as opposed to arresting, because Stiles has seen guys like that before, mean tattooed bikers who act like they have nothing to lose, like everybody owes them a favour.

Stiles knew who this guy was, Derek Hale, Scott's other step brother. Derek's Mom and Scott's Dad had married years ago, and Scott usually spends every summer with his family in Santa Monica, leaving Stiles to wallow in pity for two months of the year, and then there's the odd Christmas spend away from Stiles too, not to mention other holidays, all that has made the name Hale a bitter taste on Stiles's tongue.

Scott was busy talking to Derek, Stiles can see his lips flapping, but no words sink into Stiles's mind, because this was supposed to be the last summer, this was supposed to be their summer. They haven't even graduated yet and here is mister awesome older brother who buys Scott beer and hangs out with cool people ready to hijack another summer of Stiles's life.

They were watching him, Scott and Derek and this posse of bikers, all looking at Stiles, waiting for him to say something, and Stiles felt worse than the days they drive home from the airport without Scott, the prospect of a long lonely summer ahead of him, no friends, no brother, just Stiles and his video games, and occasionally a dog on the street to walk.

Now though, Stiles faces a summer of misery and disappointment, with Scott there but too busy with his other family to hang out, like he's just going to be there, just in reach, but far too busy with his other friends he hasn't seen all year to pay Stiles any attention at all.

Stiles wiped his mouth on his sleeve and pressed the candy floss into Scott's hands, turning and heading towards where his Jeep was parked. He felt ill and tired, and despite the fact that Scott was calling his name Stiles ignored him and drove away, leaving Scott with Derek and his friends.

'Hey,' Scott said poking his head around Stiles's bedroom door.

'Hey,' Stiles didn't look up from the comic on his lap.

'So today-'

'Dude I'm tired. We're graduating tomorrow and I need my beauty sleep,' Stiles told the Iron Man strip instead of the brother in front of him.

'Okay,' Scott sounded resigned his hair falling over his face as he stepped backwards away from Stiles's room. He shut the door softly behind him and went to his own room. Stiles continued to stare at the picture of Iron Man and Thor arguing for a long time after the sound of the light switch from the other room indicated Scott had went to bed.

Graduating high school felt strange. Stiles realised that one chapter of his life was fully and completely over and done with; he'd never be able to go back, never be able to change things, to walk these halls as a student again. He was never going to recapture this, whatever this was, and perhaps a part of him was glad it was all over. He didn't feel excitement or joy or relief, he just felt strange, like something was missing, something he'd never had.

Scott's other family were there too, of course. Stiles spied them as he took his place with the rest of his class mates. Derek and his sister Laura, both in leather jackets, even on this warm morning. Dave McCall, his wife Talia and their seven year old daughter Amy, holding her mother's hand and looking up with big adoring eyes as she gave Scott thumbs up. After the ceremony, when Stiles and Scott made it their way towards their respective families Stiles noticed his Dad and step-Mom Melissa with them his heart sank.

Derek immediately pulled Scott into a rough hug. 'Didn't know you had it in you kid!' He said, a big grin splitting his face.

Scott blushed under Derek's praise as the rest of his family stepped up to hug and congratulate Scott. Stiles hung back, until a pair of feet, decorated with rings and bright painted toes appeared in his line of vision. Stiles looked up, into the face of Scott's step-mom. 'You must be Stiles,' Talia said, 'I've heard so much about you!'

'Hi, yeah I'm Stiles; I mean you know that but...' Stiles trailed off and rubbed the back of his head. He felt an arm on his shoulder, his Dad at his side. He thanked his Dad, silently, to himself, for being the most awesome person ever to exist.

'Sheriff!' Talia said with a beaming smile. Scott was cuddling his little sister now, talking to a tanned boy who Stiles recognised as Danny from the multitude of pictures Scott had shown Stiles after last summer. Danny was Scott's first love a relationship he had in Santa Monica, going through all this new exciting stuff away from Stiles, as usual.

'-should come down!' Talia was saying as Stiles tuned back into the conversation.

'Stiles would love that, wouldn't you son?' John asked turning towards Stiles, squeezing a litter harder than he should have to pull Stiles away from his daydream.

'Love what?' Stiles asked dragging his eyes away from Derek who was watching Scott as if he owned him.

'Spending a week or two in Santa Monica?' Talia said. 'Scott loves it there and he never keeps quiet about you, it's like you've been with us every-'

'No.' Stiles said. Talia's eyebrows rose and Stiles could see where her son got that look from. 'I'd rather spend the summer at home with my Dad, I'm off to college in September and I won't see my family just as much so thanks for the offer but I'll stick around Beacon Hills, thanks all the same.' Stiles bit at his lip looking between his Dad and Talia.

'Oh, we'll, that's nice, a young man who's fond of his family. I like that,' Talia said smiling at Stiles. 'Derek's sticking around for a few weeks before he and Scott come down, so there's plenty of time to change your mind.'

'I won't.' Stiles slid his hands into his pockets. His father elbowed him hard in the ribs but Melissa distracted them, slipping her arm around John's back and resting a cheek against his chest.

'Dave's invited us out to dinner; you don't mind do you Talia?' She asked.

'Of course not, the more the merrier,' with that she turned away and found Scott pulling him into another hug before leading the way to the parking lot.

'You want to ride with me?' Stiles heard Danny ask Scott. Scott's face lit up, and Stiles wondered if Scott remembered he'd broke up with this guy, and then he was barrelling towards the line of motorbikes, with his fingers around Danny's wrist like a kid in a comic book store.

'Hey Stiles,' Scott called and Stiles walked towards him trying not to trail his toes on the gravel, 'hitch a ride with Derek, you don't mind, do you bro?'

Stiles opened his mouth to answer that he was happier on four wheels thank you very much when suddenly there was a motorbike helmet being thumped into his belly. 'Sure thing Scott, I'll give him a ride,' Derek practically leered. Stiles faltered, the sudden image of Derek pinning him down, his muscular torso rippling with movement. Derek's smile spread into a smirk as Stiles got closer.

'I'm not really comfortable with this particular mode of transport.' Stiles said clutching the helmet. He wondered what it was made of, how secure it was, would it save his life if he fell off?

'Don't worry, I know how to handle her,' Derek said resting a warm palm on Stiles's shoulder, fingers squeezing slightly as he guided Stiles closer to the massive hulking black bike.

'I should hope so,' Stiles muttered glaring at the motorbike.

'Come on, put your helmet on!' Derek turned and started to place it on Stiles's head, buckling the strap under his chin. Stiles sucked in a breath as Derek dipped his head to check what he was doing then he was away leaving Stiles gaping at nothing. Derek slung a leg over the bike; thighs clenching on the leather seat for a second then looked to Stiles expectantly 'come on!'

Stiles sighed and looked at the bike, catching his lip between his teeth. It didn't look as easy up close as it did in the movies. He had to rest his hands on Derek's waist and swing his leg over, careful not to hit him and then settle down behind him. Derek's ass was pressed against Stiles's crotch, and he tried to ignore the intimate position. 'Um, where's your helmet?' Stiles asked.

'Werewolf,' Derek shrugged kicking the engine into life moving away from his space in seconds. Stiles yelped and tightened his arms around Derek, wondering if this was how his life was going to end.

There was something about this, the engine between his thighs, Derek's body in front of him, and the rumbling heat as they moved through the streets under the summer sun. People stopped to look their way, but avoided eye contact, kids stared in awe, mouths hanging open, ice creams and ice lolly's long forgotten as the pack of werewolves on motorbikes rode past, the Sheriff's son riding in front with the Alpha.

Stiles could feel his body start to take interest in the heat in front of him but thankfully they stopped at one of the town's favourite restaurants, and Derek turned the engine off, sliding easily from his seat after the stabiliser has been clicked down, holding a hand out to help Stiles. His legs were wobbling, the adrenalin mixed with the position on the bike and he stumbled a second until he got his balance back. He fumbled with his helmet, and Derek took it with a grin.

'So how was I?' Derek asked casually. Images of Derek sucking Stiles off, fingering him open flashed across Stiles's mind and he opened his mouth to suck in a breath.

'Hey Derek,' someone, a female, called and Derek suddenly was away, leaving Stiles gaping at an empty space. Stiles closed his mouth and searched the crowd finding Derek with his arm around a blond biker chick, laughing at something Scott's Dad said.

'Good ride son?' The Sheriff asked slapping Stiles on the back. Stiles wanted to die but he settled for ignoring everybody as they trooped inside the hotel to where a large private room had been booked for the sole purpose of celebrating Scott's graduation.

They took their seats and Stiles found himself between his Dad and Scott's uncle Peter, and it isn't awkward, not at all Stiles decided as Scott sat sandwiched between Derek and Danny. Stiles barely looked up from his plate the whole meal and when it's time to leave he was first out the door and into the back of his Dad's car. Scott didn't join them on the ride home.

Stiles had been ignoring his phone for the better part of an hour. He was busy building a legend on SimCity and finding the time to lift his phone was impossible when he needed at least three more schools for his population to stop whinging at him. He did stop to wonder if this would be his life at university. Scott was going to Santa Monica, where he already had a wealth of friends thanks to long summers spent there, and while Stiles decided to attend the same place, clearly he didn't think it through because now he was going to be stuck in his dorm room while Scott has a good time. Regrets, Stiles already had a few.

A knock on his door caught his attention at the same time as a freak storm on screen covering his city. He paused his game and lifted his head as the door opened, pulling his headphones off. His Dad looks into the room, 'hey son, Scott just called me, said you're not answering you phone.'

'I just,' Stiles sighed and unexpectedly his eyes filled with tears. He ignored the burn all day, focusing on looking at anything but her picture, because he was thinking about her, he did miss her but he was ignoring that gap on his graduation day so as not to upset others, but his Dad, he got it.

'I know,' he squeezed Stiles's shoulder hard then left closing the door with a soft snick. Stiles went back to his game half-heartedly, and after half an hour powered his lap top down, no longer able to focus.

His window was wide open so as he pulled a pair of worn sleep pants on and fell into his bed, kicking the covers to the bottom. The room was dark and he could hear the sounds of motorbikes in the distance, his eye caught sight if the plume of bonfire smoke rising towards the moon behind the trees as he punched at his pillow.

Sighing he rolled to face the wall and reached down to pull the duvet over his head. He didn't sleep.

'Beast, buddy, you have to not pull me dude!' Stiles chocked out as the black Mastiff trailed Stiles around behind him. Damn little old Mrs Plunkett and her love of big dogs twice her weight. Big dogs that tended to do big shits; the blue "rose" scented baggie Stiles carried was a testament to that. Extra-large was not enough.

He had worn his oldest sneakers and pulled a ragged Beacon Hills Sheriff Department hoodie over his shoulders. He had even invited Scott but Scott just made noises into his pillow and Stiles left him snoring his head off. So naturally, grumpy and in the scruffiest clothes he owned, he came across Derek Hale and a few of his pack leaning against the park railing beside one of the town garages, motorbikes strewn all over the yard.

Stiles tried to keep his head down but Beast had a way of drawing attention to himself, you know, because of his general size. Derek had his head tipped back enjoying the early morning sun, his throat bare in a way that made Stiles swallow. Beside him sat another tall bulk of a man, checked shirt stretched dangerously over broad shoulders. Was every werewolf hot or just the ones Stiles came into contact with? Derek was laughing at something the guy said, lips and eyes crinkled when he looked up and spotted Stiles.

'Hey,' he called waving a hand in the air. Stiles would have settled for an unfriendly gesture back at him but Beast had other ideas, in the form of greeting strangers enthusiastically with as much tongue as possible.

Stiles looked around for a bin and spotted one, but Beast wasn't ready to move from where he was licking at a blond girl's hands and arms. She was telling him in baby talk that he was oh so cute, yes he was. Beast, the idiot, was lapping it up.

'Hey Boyd, can we get one?' The blond girl called over her shoulder into the garage.

'Don't be silly Erica, Isaac will get jealous and hump the couch again!' Someone, Boyd, Stiles presumed, called. Erica snorted while a curly haired blond looked offended enough to be the Isaac in question.

Derek laughed and Stiles resigned himself to standing around these people until Beast had his fill of them with a bag of shit in his hand.

'Hey,' Derek said beside him, 'I'll take that!' Stiles looked down at the bag, wanting to protest, it was his shit to dispose of just like this was his summer with Scott but he knew how pathetic it was to fight over dog crap.

'Actually hold him and I'll dump it myself,' Stiles said offering the handle of the leash to Derek. Beast ignored the changeover, still besotted with Erica and her attention. Stiles found a trash can then washed his hands, rubbing his fingers on faded blue jeans as he walked back to where Beast was laying balls up on the forecourt getting the belly rub of his life from Erica, who looked like she was enjoying it just as much as the Mastiff was.

'Nice dog,' Derek said leaning back against the fence.

'He's not ours.' Stiles said immediately.

'He's Mrs Plunkett's dog Beast.' Derek said nodding towards the Mastiff who was now trying to get his snout into Erica's cleavage. Stiles gaped at him; some animals had all the luck. 'Scott told me all about the Plunkett, and how you two walk Beast three times a week, and the time Beast trailed you into the pond when it was icing over because he wanted the bread someone had tossed there for the ducks.'

'Scott told you all that?' Stiles asked with a frown.

'He never shuts up about you!' Derek said tilting his head towards Stiles. Something welled inside Stiles, knowing that Scott thought about him even when he was in Santa Monica with this branch of his family. 'You should come out with us this afternoon; we're going to the old lake for a swim.'

'I'll think about it,' Stiles said taking the leash from Derek's hand. Beast woofed happily and wagged his tale as he ambled beside Stiles at a more mundane pace happy that an adequate amount of attention had been paid to him by a complete stranger. Stiles bit his lip and was about to turn and look over his shoulder when he tripped over the kerb.

He heard laughter behind him and immediately felt his face redden up. He ducked his head and didn't look back. How the hell could Stiles expect to compete with Derek and his friends, all cool leather and bad reputation? He could just imaging everyone on the jetty, laughing and joking with tanned bodies and muscles to spare, just like Scott, and Stiles decided he was better keeping out of the sun for the day, least he get a headache.

Stiles celebrated making it back home alive with no dislocated joints by toasting half a box of pop tarts and eating the other half while he waited. He played Candy Crush as he sat on the counter, swearing at the game that shouldn't be addictive when Scott padded into the kitchen, his hair mussed up and little crusts in the corners of his eyes. He slumped into a chair and looked at Stiles with those puppy dog eyes. Sighing dramatically Stiles snatched another box of pop tarts and stuck two into the toaster, tossing the other two to Scott who happily munched into them.

'Your Dad told me last night that you missed your Mom yesterday, I'm sorry if I was a jerk for forgetting.' Scott said, his mouth full of strawberry pop tart.

'Nah, don't worry about it,' Stiles said waving a hand around in the air, 'I was the jerk for ignoring you.'

'Hey we're going to the lake this afternoon, want to come along?' Scott said standing to grab the pop tarts. He hissed when the food burned his fingers and tossed it between his hands until it was cool enough to hold.

'Dude, you're like the worst werewolf ever!' Stiles complained watching Scott struggle to get his food under control.

'Shut up.' Scott pouted. Stiles snorted and kicked Scott in the ribs. Scott made a protesting noise and indicated the food in his hands.

A comfortable silence fell over the kitchen, the only sounds was Scott chewing and Stiles kicking his heels off the cupboard door. Eventually Scott spoke again, 'you didn't answer me.'

'What dude?' Stiles asked yawning and stretching his arms over his head.

'About the lake, we're heading down there; it's going to be epic.' Scott grinned.

'It's not really my scene, not like I know anyone in the group or anything.' Stiles said biting his bottom lip. He could see no actual way out of this without being totally childish.

'You know me, and you rode with Derek yesterday. Derek's fussy, doesn't just take anyone on his bike you know. You can get to know the rest while we're there, come on it'll be more fun with you there!' Scott pleaded.

Stiles bit back several cutting retorts and nodded his head. 'Okay, but I'm not swimming, could be anything in that lake.'

'This is going to be the best ever!' Scott whooped punching a fist into the air.

By the time they arrived at the lake Derek and his pals were already well settled in. A row of motorbikes sat gleaming in the sunshine, and beyond them, the pack. It was noisy, there was music playing, and someone was setting out a barbeque with what looked like piles of meat. Stiles made a note to make sure that at least some of the food would be cooked properly so he wouldn't be starving later. There were coolers of beer too, bottles of wine and what looked like spirits tucked under the flaps of bags. Clearly the bikers were here for a while.

'Scotty!' A woman Stiles recognised as Laura Hale hurried over. She was wearing a pair of tiny denim shorts and a vest, and her legs looked like they went on forever. Stiles pointedly did not stare at them.

'Hey Laura,' Scott grinned as Laura wrapped him in a hug, Scott loved hugs and cuddles, he was really in his element here with a touchy feely werewolf pack, 'I brought Stiles.'

'So I see,' Laura grinned, 'I haven't really met you Stiles.'

'I've been uh, busy with the graduating and the um, hi, nice to meet you.' Stiles stuck his hand out. Laura batted it away and pulled Stiles into a hug. She felt warm against him, and Stiles felt himself flush. Hot girls just didn't go around hugging him. When she stepped back thankfully her attention was on Scott again but she kept an arm wrapped around Stiles as she led them to where she had been lounging in the sun.

They settled on the grass and Laura offered them each a coke. Stiles opened his mouth to accept when Scott snorted at her and they both giggled, producing two bottles of beer instead. Stiles bit his lip, he was no goody two shoes, and the odd bottle of Jack had disappeared when he and Scott slipped into the preserve to have a party, but drinking by the lake in broad daylight in front of all these people. He was the sheriff's son; he was supposed to set an example. 'I'm eighteen,' he blurted before he could stop himself. Laura's boyfriend who had been lying back on the blankets snorted but didn't say anything. Stiles recognised him as the guy Derek had been laughing with earlier at the bike shop. Alcide he thought his name was.

'Now is the perfect time to start then sweetheart,' Laura uncapped the bottle.

'My Dad's the sheriff,' Stiles tried again. Scott was looking at him like he'd just lost his mind.

'Pretty sure none of us are going to blab on you kid,' Laura's boyfriend sat up and trailed the black t-shirt he'd been wearing off his body, leaving him in blue jeans and nothing else. Laura leaned into him and nipped at his shoulder and they shared a secret look together before Stiles took the bottle felling like a total dick.

'Cheers,' Scott grinned clinking his bottle into the one Stiles held and taking a swing. Thing was, Scott was used to this, Derek and Laura had been sneaking him beer since he was sixteen. It was stuff specially brewed for werewolves too, one that allowed them to get tipsy and even drunk, although Scott maintained someone was always responsible enough to stop him. The beer tasted good, cold and grainy as Stiles swallowed it, soothing his hot mouth and throat.

'There we go!' Laura said. The sound of more motorbikes arriving drew Laura's attention and she peered at where they were parked, rolling her eyes when she recognised who it was. 'The fuck, who invited her?' She hissed.

'Them,' Alcide practically growled beside her. Stiles shot a look over his shoulder. Two women, one in her thirties, tall and blond and the other in her late teens with long dark hair were walking to the other side of the jetty where Stiles suddenly spied Derek relaxing back in the sun talking to Isaac.

'Who is it?' Stiles asked arching his neck. Beside him Scott stiffened and looked away.

'The Argents. They used to be werewolf hunters, but the family supposedly left the hunting business. They still make their money dealing in weapons though. Kate used to date Derek, but they broke up. They still hook up when Derek's feeling desperate enough to call her, or worse, accept her calls. The girl beside her is Allison. She's actually sweet, or was sweet, but Kate's training her up to be a first class bitch.' Laura said, reaching forward to squeeze Scott's knee. Stiles knew the story of course; Allison had dated Scott for almost a whole summer when he was sixteen. Scott had returned home with a broken heart, and apparently he left behind a bunch of furious Hales who were baying for Argent blood. 'Too easy manipulated by Kate, that girl. It's sad really because she was quiet sweet.'

'Yeah,' Scott said. Laura's eyes hardened and she squeezed his knee again.

'Hey, don't worry about it sweetie, I'll make sure she doesn't ruin your fun,' Laura promised. Kate was standing over the top of Derek, her feet on either side of his hips talking to him as he lay on the grass. As Stiles watched she laughed and lowered herself until she was resting right over his crotch. Derek rose up to his elbows so they were closer and Kate said something else that made Derek laugh. Allison shifted on her feet but she noticed Scott lying on the grass and looked hesitant for a moment.

Danny flopped onto the grass beside them, pushing at Scott's thigh and making himself comfortable. Scott grinned down at him, running his fingers through Danny's hair. Stiles checked over his shoulder again to see Allison looking away, towards where Derek was still talking to Kate, but she didn't look as comfortable as she had.

He turned back into the conversation around them, where Danny was talking wistfully about surfing, and how much he wouldn't mind catching a wave now. Surfing, another thing Scott had used against Stiles in the argument that Santa Monica would be the best place to study for the next four years. Stiles had never surfed but he would love to try it. 'I'll teach you both,' Danny offered. Scott grinned and leaned over to kiss Danny's lips and yeah, they were back together again. Stiles rolled his eyes and caught a fond look from Laura.

'You're a jerk and an asshole!' A voice screamed from across the jetty. Everyone looked over to where Derek was now standing facing Kate, who was trying to hit him. Derek shrugged his shoulders and Alcide snorted.

'Guess he's not in the mood babe,' Alcide said to Laura who pushed her fingers into his ribs. Kate and Allison left in a huff and Derek caught sight of them, padding over. He was barefoot, wearing faded blue jeans and a white wife beater. There was a tattoo on his left arm, a sleeve, the Grim Reaper on a motorbike, a wolf howling at the moon, little wisps of smoke curling over his hand and down over his fingers. He looked good enough to eat. Stiles looked away, examining the grass in front of him.

'I told her no in Santa Monica, but I didn't tell her where we were going,' Derek said slumping onto the grass and kicking Scott, 'hey bro.'

'Hey,' Scott grinned back, 'how did she know where to come?'

'It's a given really, where else would I have been this week other than at your graduation?' Derek asked resting back so he was stretched out. The side of his bare foot touched Stiles's thigh but Derek didn't acknowledge it or Stiles for that matter.

'I can't believe she brought Allison, here of all places.' Laura complained tugging her phone out of her pocket and tapping a text out.

'Are you telling Mom?' Derek asked looking up at her from where he was lying.

'I'm warning her,' Laura said darkly. Moments later the phone in Laura's hand rang and she rolled her eyes, getting to her feet and taking the call.

'Hey, turn that music up!' Alcide boomed across the grass. Erica shot him a grin, and for the first time Stiles noticed she was wearing a skimpy bikini top and shorts similar to Laura's.

After that things calmed down. Scott talked about their plans for next year, college, Santa Monica, sun and surf. Danny was already at college, he intended to become a surgeon. Stiles didn't envy him when Danny explained the years of work he was going to have to put into his chosen career. 'What about you?' Derek asked throwing his feet into Stiles's lap. Stiles looked down as Derek crossed his ankles, heels resting on Stiles's thigh.

'What about me?' Stiles asked taking his last mouthful of beer. Alcide quickly handed him another one.

'What are you studying? You're going to UCLA too aren't you?' Derek prompted.

'Yeah, I'm studying Anthropology,' Stiles said with a shrug.

'Yeah, for real?' Derek asked and Stiles bobbed his head. 'Do you have to pick a minor?'

'I'll probably go with something like folklore,' Stiles admitted. Derek crossed his arms and clasped his fingers behind his head so he could see Stiles better. He moved his ankle slightly and Stiles was acutely aware of how intimate their possession looked, especially since he had only met Derek yesterday. He had no idea what to do with his hands so he kept them resting on the grass on either side of his legs.

'I'm almost a lawyer,' Derek said, 'just one more year and I'm onto the bottom rung of the ladder.'

'Baby brother has a long way to go!' Laura said and Stiles remembered that their mother was a partner in Hale and Whittemore based in LA. Of course her children would be lawyers.

'Says the senior associate.' Derek muttered.

'Emphasis on the senior there sweetie!' Laura said. Alcide laughed beside her and Stiles suddenly realised that while the six of them had pooled together, it was obvious that Laura and Alcide were a couple, and Scott and Danny were a couple. To the untrained eye it would look like Derek and Stiles were too, with Derek's feet in Stiles's lap, and his conversation for the last half hour being directed Stiles's way.

Derek was handsome, Stiles admitted that freely, and he was confident in a way that Stiles could never be. He had an air about him, all the Hales had and it was rubbing off on Scott too, like they were Hales and they knew it, nothing could touch them. Stiles wondered what the hell he was doing here, with Scott's other family. They were way out of his league, friendship ways, financially, visually. Stiles didn't fit into this crowd; he was better lurking in the background people watching. He caught Derek frowning at him and opened his mouth to excuse himself, to go home when someone squatted beside him. It was Boyd from the garage earlier.

'How do you like your meat?' Boyd asked him, because obviously he knew how everyone else preferred it.

'Cooked.' Stiles answered immediately. Everybody around him laughed, even Derek who sat up and removed his feet. Stiles felt cold, even though the day was hot. Derek stood and held a hand out to Stiles who frowned at it but let Derek help him up none the less.

'Come on; let's make sure there's something you like.' Derek said not letting go of Stiles's hand. He heard sniggering behind him and realised they knew Derek was out of Stiles's league too. Derek stopped beside the barbeque where Boyd was busy examining the meat they had brought along.

'So we have ribs and steak, sausage, burger and chicken kebabs that the girls made up this morning.' Boyd said indicating the coolers.

'I think there's salad stuff around here too, Erica!' Derek boomed. The blond girl grinned and skipped towards them, leaning up and pressing a kiss to Derek's cheek, ignoring the hand holding. Stiles felt awkward, he wanted to pull his hand away from Derek's but he didn't want to be rude, and Derek seemed content to keep him by his side.

'Yes oh master Alpha?' Erica teased. Derek scowled at her.

'Help Boyd with the food. Where the hell is Isaac?'

'Swimming.' Boyd said. Stiles caught sight of a group trying desperately to drown each other. Derek rolled his eyes and finally let go of Stiles's fingers, stepping forward to organise the long tables set out. Stiles helped and soon everyone was piling around them setting plates out. Before Stiles knew it a paper plate was being shoved into his hands with food. Derek had seemingly forgotten about him, his arm now slung over a blond boys shoulders while they talked about building up the beach bonfire.

Stiles made his way to where Scott sat crossed legged on a blanket and carefully sat beside him. Scott grinned at him and offered another beer. Stiles took a bite of his steak and tried not to moan out loud.

'Good right?' Scott grinned.

'Yeah,' Stiles agreed.

'So you and Derek huh?' Scott grinned around a mouthful of food.

'What?' Stiles almost dropped his plate.

'You and Derek, he seems like he likes you.' Scott said casually.

'He's like that with everybody is he not?' Stiles asked looking around. Scott shook his head.

'These guys have been his friends for years, he's just met you.' Scott said around a mouthful of sausage, bread and mustard. Stiles screwed his nose up at the sight.

'I didn't think he was gay.' Stiles voice was quiet this time as he tipped more beer into his mouth. He was starting to feel pleasant and buzzed.

'He's not, no werewolf is gay or straight, it's like we're attracted to both genders with no reason or pattern.' Scott explained.

'I didn't know that.' Stiles admitted lifting a forkful of potato salad. It was good; it reminded him of his mother's food.

'Why would you have?' Scott shrugged again. Danny joined them and Stiles watched as they shared their food out, Danny stealing Scott's cherry tomatoes.

A full belly later saw the three of them leaning back and watching Derek and Boyd build the bonfire to their satisfaction, with the rest of the pack mingling around them. As the light dimmed, and the sun sank below the horizon casting beautiful colours across the lake, the fire lit slowly, casting a different glow across them.

Derek returned, falling onto the ground between Stiles and Scott, and tipped his face back the way he had done for the sun earlier. Stiles couldn't resist letting his eyes linger over the planes of Derek's face, his sharp cheekbones, his stubble covered jaw spreading down over his throat, his Adam's apple that bobbed as he swallowed. Stiles eyes drifted back up to Derek's flint hard ones, watching him back. Stiles swallowed himself, eyes darting away from the man beside him to watch the flames lick the wood.

There was more beer passed around, but the bottles of spirits came out too. Boyd handed Derek an amber bottle, that turned out to be Jim Beam. Derek uncapped it and took a swig, passing it to Stiles wordlessly. Stiles felt Derek's fingers brush his as they passed the bottle back and forward, listening to the conversation around them, not talking much themselves. They were touching, from shoulder to ankle, and as the air cooled Stiles started to appreciate Derek's body heat.

In the sand Stiles could see Laura and Alcide dancing slowly, their pace not matching the rock music blaring from the speakers. Derek moved closer as Scott and Danny's make out session forced them to wander off and seek some privacy.

Derek's fingers brushed the sensitive skin on the inside of Stiles's wrist, and he rolled to his side, hand sliding up to catch Stiles's jaw. Stiles felt his heart stutter. Derek was going to kiss him; Derek was going to be Stiles's first kiss. 'C'mere,' Derek's voice was rough from alcohol, his breath sweet from drinking.

Stiles gasped as Derek kissed his mouth open, tongue licking along Stiles's bottom lip. Stiles was hesitant opening his lips for Derek, but Derek took full advantage rolling on top of Stiles and threading his fingers through Stiles hair. 'Is this okay?' Derek asked, mouth so close that Stiles could feel his lips moving as he spoke.

'Yeah,' Stiles said. His voice caught in his throat as Derek's crotch moved slightly against his and Stiles spread his legs to better accommodate him. 'Yeah,' Stiles said again and Derek was back on him, tongue exploring Stiles mouth beside the glow of the bonfire.

Stiles was nervous, he had never had anything like this before, but he didn't want to go further just yet, content to kiss for now. Derek seemed to understand, his fingers clutching at Stiles's waist, warm on the skin of his hips. Stiles hooked a leg over Derek's, arching his half hard cock up to Derek.

'Stiles, fuck,' Derek moaned grinding down, 'if you don't stop I'm going to, oh fuck,'

'Is that not okay?' Stiles asked. His lips were tingling and his face and throat burned where Derek's stubble had been rubbing his skin.

'I ah,' Derek rested his forehead against Stiles's, big grin on his face 'I don't want to come in my pants like some virgin on his first outing,' Derek almost chuckled as he trailed off.

Stiles's heart sank, and he wondered what the hell he was doing here. He wasn't an it crowd person he was an eighteen year old virgin who had no idea what he was doing. He pressed his hands to Derek's chest and pushed with all he had. Surprisingly, Derek moved. Stiles saw the grin on Derek's face but he ignored it, rolling to his feet and grabbing his jacket.

'Hey,' Derek called behind him, 'hey Stiles wait up!' Stiles quickened his pace shoving his hands into his pockets. His cheeks burned furiously as Derek's hand wrapped around Stiles's upper arm tugging him back.

'What!' Stiles cried, 'what do you want from me?'

'I don't understand what just happened!' Derek said. He stood there in a thin t-shirt, grass between his bare toes looking lost.

'I'm that eighteen year old virgin you were talking about!' Stiles hissed.

Derek frowned. 'I thought you lost your virginity last summer to a girl...' Derek trailed off.

'Does he tell you fucking everything?' Stiles snapped. Right now he hated Derek, Scott, everyone, he just wanted to go home and hide for the rest of his life.

'It was, we were out and he was deliriously happy, told me you joined the big boy club, so I kept chipping away until,' Derek sighed.

'I lied.' Stiles said sullenly.

'Oh,' Derek said looking down again.

'Not so interested now are you?' Stiles said turning to walk away.

'Don't go!' Derek's voice was soft in the darkness.

'You don't mean that.' Stiles said. 'You feel sorry for me because I'm Scott's loser brother and you don't want me to leave because then it looks like I've ran off and upset him again.'

'I want you to stay so I can kiss you, go a little further if you want, I want to lie underneath the moon and watch the fire die away, watch the sun rise, fall asleep. I want to get to know you!' Stiles stared this man, this handsome man wanted to spend time with Stiles.

'Are you sure?' Stiles blurted without meaning to.

Derek chuckled and pulled Stiles against him, kissing him.

'I'm sure.' Derek muttered against Stiles lips. Stiles felt his body relax once again, something in him believed Derek, and understood that Derek wanted to spend time with him, kiss him, perhaps a little longer.

They didn't go back to the same place. Derek stopped by the truck parked beside the impressive row of motorbikes and snatched a bag from it. His fingers tangled with Stiles's as he led him away from the fire. They were still close enough that Stiles could feel the heat of it, but far enough away that the darkness gave them the illusion of privacy.

He fidgeted nervously as Derek opened out a sleeping bag and laid it by the trees. Derek sat opening his legs and patted the space between them. Stiles had no idea how to manoeuvre himself into that space. He tried crawling but they bumped their noses together. Laughing Derek changed tactic and pulled Stiles into his lap and kissed him, fingers wrapped around the back of Stiles's neck.

'We go at your pace,' Derek muttered.

'This, I like this,' Stiles said ducking down to kiss him again.

Derek's fingers tangled in Stiles's hair, pulling his head back to mouth at Stiles's throat, Derek's lips hot and demanding as he nipped and sucked Stiles's skin, marking him. Stiles whined and ground himself against Derek's hard cock. Derek's hand drifted from his hair to his ass, pulling him closer. Those same sinful hands slid up beneath Stiles's t-shirt, this time pushing it up until Derek's fingers were pressing into Stiles's shoulders, then back down to dip beneath the band of his jeans.

'More,' Stiles pleaded. Derek stopped and pulled his head back, meeting Stiles's eyes. This time when he leaned forward he was almost hesitant.

'Are you sure?' Derek asked, palm splayed over the small of Stiles's back. Stiles bobbed his head and Derek slowly popped the button on Stiles's jeans, reaching inside with careful fingers to cup him through his shorts. Stiles gasped and rode forward into Derek's grip. 'Easy,' Derek whispered softly nipping the skin of his ear. Their mouths moved together again, distracting Stiles while Derek worked a hand into Stiles's boxers, hooking the material under Stiles's balls so he had better access.

Stiles pulled away looking down at the sight of his cock, flushed red with blood practically hanging out of the vee of his jeans, 'I look obscene,' Stiles muttered, his voice catching.

'You look fucking gorgeous!' Derek said. Stiles looked at himself again, his shirt was somewhere trapped under his armpits, and his jeans were open but straining over his thighs, spread over Derek's lap. A breeze caught him, air ghosting over the wet tip of his dick and he shivered in Derek's arms.

'Here,' Derek licked his lips and started to work his hand over Stiles's hard cock, thumb teasing the tip, nail catching on the slit as he moved torturously slow, his other hand dipping into the back of Stiles jeans teasing the top of his crack. 'Is this okay Stiles?'

'Yes!' Stiles panted as Derek tightened his fist and worked him harder, his hand slick with Stiles's juices. 'Yes, god, please!'

'I prefer Derek,' Derek teased with a smirk. Stiles gaped for a second before bursting out with a laugh. Derek grinned at him, kissing the laugh away moments later. The feeling of Derek's hot tongue in his mouth coupled with his fist working Stiles like he'd never been touched before had Stiles shaking and panting as his balls drew up and he coated Derek's hand and his own belly with spunk.

Stiles slumped forward, resting against Derek. He had no idea how to clean up after this, but Derek's movements distracted him. He watched, dazed as Derek drew his own dick out of his jeans, and using the same cum soaked hand he'd used on Stiles, and had not bothered to clean, he jerked himself hard and fast.

The only sounds were Derek's harsh breaths and the sound of skin on skin, the bonfire crackling away merrily mixed with music and conversation in the background. Stiles leaned forward, eyeing Derek's bottom lip and nipped at it. Derek tensed and swore.

The feeling of Derek's come covering his own cooling on his belly shouldn't have been hot, nor the fact that Derek took to licking him clean, but it was, making Stiles feel almost delirious with pleasure. Stiles's dick twitched as Derek cleaned them up then helped Stiles to tuck himself back in.

'You could take your jeans off if it would be more comfortable, get into the sleeping bag.' Derek said running a finger over Stiles cheek.

'I'm good,' Stiles said. Derek nodded and pulled him into a kiss before they adjusted themselves, Stiles resting against Derek's muscled torso. Stiles wondered how he got from not ready for more an hour ago, to wanting to spread himself beneath Derek. He guessed it was Derek himself, and the fact that after only a day Stiles was already starting to trust him.

They sat like that curled together as the party finally started to die down. Stiles felt his eyes droop, the mixture of alcohol and orgasms finally claiming him and he fell into a dreamless slumber.

After the party Stiles didn't see much of Derek and his endless group of friends, but he got a few texts from them the day after, worryingly, he hadn't shared his number, at least to his knowledge, but Scott was a bit loose with that kind of thing so he didn't mind too much. Danny spent his days hanging around the house with them but after almost a week Stiles was convinced the hand job had been a-one night hand job?

It was Thursday when his cell rang almost shocking him off the couch. He tugged it out to see Derek's name flashing. 'Hi,' Stiles cursed himself for sounding breathless.

'I'm coming to pick you up at five thirty!' Derek said in lieu of a normal hello.

'Ah,'

'I take it you are free?' Derek said.

'Yip, yup, that's me man, free as a bird, Freebird if you want to get into the Lynard Skynard of it.' Stiles said cringing at his babble.

'I'll bring you Sweet Home Alabama then,' Derek said and Stiles chocked as he hung up.

Five thirty was early and Stiles wondered what Derek had planned for them. He was ready twenty minutes before it, and the last out of the house with both his Dad and Melissa working late shifts and Scott out with Danny again.

He locked the door as a sports car, sleek black pulled up. Derek got out wearing sunglasses and a snug black t-shirt that looked painted on.

'Hey,' Derek greeted him with a kiss on the cheek, 'how have you been? I've been busy this week with shit that shouldn't take as long as it does.'

'Yeah,' Stiles gaped as Derek opened the door for him. Stiles got in feeling self-conscious, wondering at this new politeness. 'So uh, where did you get the car from?'

'It's mine,' Derek said shifting gear and pulling onto the road, 'Laura's not riding at the minute so she drove it up here for me,'

'Are you planning on staying in town long?' Stiles wondered as he buckled in. Derek drove fast, confident, the way he handled his motorbike.

'I'm here for a few weeks. My late father has a lot of businesses up here still active, run by us of course. I'm looking to see what I can sell off what I want to keep, that kind of thing. I've been elbow deep in books all week, so I fancied doing something different.' Derek said as they headed for the highway out of town.

'And you needed a car for that?' Stiles stretched out his legs. He was itching to poke around, check what was in Derek's glove compartment, change the radio station but he kept his fingers to himself.

'Nah, just for a few days then I'm giving this baby to Scott.' Derek said with a grin.

Stiles started. This was a damn nice car, too nice actually. They had shared the jeep, but now Scott would have his own wheels so Stiles had the jeep all to himself. 'Lucky him,' Stiles said resting his head back.

'It'll be handy for you to have a car each when you move down, have you applied for accommodation?' Derek wondered.

'Scott seems to think they won't let us room together, he wants something off campus.' Stiles said. Derek was quiet for a moment.

'Scott's asked to move in with me,' Derek said shifting in his seat.

'Oh,' Stiles bit his lip looking down at his lap. Scott was well and truly organised for his college life then.

'I have a big place, there's more than enough room for him so don't worry,' Derek said patting Stiles on the thigh, 'and you, if you want too, the rent won't be too hefty,' Derek paused to look into his rear view mirror, the frown on his face smoothing out. Several motorbikes passed them a few minutes later and Derek grinned.

'What's the rent?' Stiles asked. Derek looked over at him for a second.

'You tidy up after yourself and buy your own food.' Derek said.

'That's it?' Stiles gaped. Derek rolled a shoulder, as if it was nothing to him.

'That's it,' he said.

'Where are we going?' Stiles asked getting away from living accommodation conversations, he'd only just met the man, he shouldn't be thinking about living in his house.

'Laran,' Derek said.

Laran was a coastal town almost three hours' drive from Beacon Hills. Stiles had visited it a handful of times as a child, his memories were of busy streets and surf shops. He did remember bikers hanging out by the harbour. 'Um, why aren't we on the bike?' Stiles asked.

'I thought our second date would be better spent in the car, you seemed uncomfortable on the bike,' Derek said. Stiles tried to process everything in that short sentence, did he respond to the fact that Derek considered this a date or the memory of Derek's body in front of his, warm, and intimate.

Stiles swallowed and flushed, 'uh, I wasn't used to it,' he bit his lip.

'We'll have to get you used to it!' Derek muttered flashing a grin at him, 'get you some gear.'

'Gear?' Stiles muttered. Derek grunted leaned back. He was the picture of relaxed, his elbow resting on the car window, fingers loose on the steering wheel, Ray Bans perched on his too handsome face.

They sat in silence for the rest of the drive, Derek only interrupting it to ask what Stiles fancied for dinner. It was seven by the time Derek pulled into a still crowded car park. He caught Stiles by the hand and led him through the streets, past the pier towards the harbour where fishing boats were docked for the evening. Beside that was another car park with bikers hanging around it.

Stiles expected Derek to change, to drop his hand, but he kept his grip firm and nodded to a few people he knew, making his way into a shop.

'Derek Hale!' A woman's voice cried out and he was wrapped in a hug. Stiles watched as the woman in her fifties caught a subtle sweep of Derek's ass as she let go.

'This is Stiles,' Derek said pulling him forward. Stiles found himself the centre of the woman's scrutiny, her eyes roaming over him, 'Stiles meet Eileen.'

'Oh yes, this is perfect for you,' Eileen smirked at Derek. Derek rolled his eyes, dropped Stiles hand only to fling an arm around his shoulders.

'We need leathers.'

Stiles turned to gape at Derek who shrugged back at him, and then Stiles was being manhandled and measured and groped as much as Derek before the heaviest leather jacket in the world was set on Stiles's shoulders. 'Christ!' He yelped.

'Its steel plated,' Derek tapped parts of the coat, 'so if you come off the bike you have some protection.'

'Steel?' Stiles asked, and he hoped with his whole being that he never needed the steel to protect him from the road. He had no intention of ever coming off a motorbike on anything other than his two feet.

'Steel.' Derek confirmed before Stiles was hustled into a changing room and pants were thrust his way. Derek stepped in with him, intent on watching.

'Oh no, not now, you sprung this on me, you get out now!' Stiles said pushing Derek through the curtain.

'Told you he was perfect,' Eileen told what Stiles imagined was a scowling Derek. The pants were tight, like the jacket, but Stiles appreciated their need to be snug. He didn't however, appreciate the price tag. He only had a handful of dollars on him, and not much more in his back account. There was no way he could afford things like this.

'Let me see!' The curtain was tugged back and Derek scrutinised him, Eileen beside him, looking this way and that. He was asked a series of questions about comfort and movement but it was decided that the fit was "perfect". Stiles wasn't convinced.

Then came helmets, and Stiles was shifted around until they found another one, so snug that his ears were pressed into his head. Boots were shoved on his feet and finally Derek was at the till handing over a credit card. Stiles raised an eyebrow at Derek who merely shrugged.

'I'm responsible for your safety when you're on the back of my bike,' Derek said. That comment shouldn't have got Stiles as bothered as it did and he wandered off to look at the patches for the jackets before Derek returned with a box underneath his arm. 'We'll drop this in the car then go for dinner.'

'Yes sir!' Stiles mocked saluted, ignoring the cackling woman behind them.

They decided to eat in one of the steak houses that looked across the ocean. Their table had a great view, beside the window, and Stiles was unsure whether to look out or at the menu first. They ordered, and Derek relaxed back into his seat, his booted foot kicking at Stiles's red Converse.

'What's bugging you?' Derek asked tilting his head to the side.

'I just, that was a hell of a lot of money you spent back there,' Stiles said playing with a salt cellar, 'what if I don't like biking?'

'You will,' Derek said confidently, 'I know you're going to love it.'

'Why do you do it?'

'Freedom,' Derek said resting his cheek on his closed fist, 'I've got the world at my fingertips. It's like shedding my day to day life and just getting out there. For most people, they have biking as a hobby after their day job; my day job has to fit around my biking life, my pack. It's the Hale way.'

'Your Mom rides too?' Stiles asked. Derek nodded hooking his pinkie around the salt cellar and tugging it away.

'We all do, Scott's Dad loves it now, although like you, he was sceptical at first. It's a pack thing,' Derek said.

'You have your own pack?' Stiles asked leaning forward. Scott had mentioned that Derek was an Alpha but his Mom was also Alpha, and Stiles knew that wasn't how packs worked. Normally a pack Alpha had to pass away or be killed by humans for that mantle to be passed on to their family.

'Yeah,' Derek looked out the window, his gaze flickering over the water. Eventually Stiles figured Derek wasn't going to tell him when he sucked in a breath and opened his mouth to speak. 'His name was Ennis, I came out of the surf one morning and he just landed on my back. It was pretty early, even for surfing, and he took me by surprise, but I was always strong as a beta. He wanted me to join his pack or die, so either I was going to die or he was.' Derek shrugged again. Stiles wondered how it felt, to have killed someone like that.

The food arrived pushing those thoughts away but Derek seemed happy to continue, telling Stiles about turning the rest of his small pack, the much needed assistance and guidance of his family, how Derek trained and was trained.

'So you guys basically beat each other up as training,' Stiles said leaning back in his seat, belly full and sated.

'It's more complicated than that. This is another reason we came here, Scott is miles from his pack and eventually it physically hurts, he needs us as much as we need him.' Derek's fingers tapped the table as he spoke and Stiles was distracted thinking of other things, those thick fingers jerking him, tweaking a nipple, sliding into him...

'Stiles,' Derek's voice was rough, thick like crunching gravel, 'don't, not here,'

'Why-why not?' Stiles wet his lips as the waitress appeared.

'Desert?' She said with a wide smile.

They spoke at the same time, voice loud overlapping each other, Derek's no a stark contrast to Stiles's yes. Stiles felt his lips widen in a grin as he looked up at the waitress. 'He's a fitness freak but I've been thinking about that toffee fudge sundae all through my steak,'

'Nice choice, are you sure you won't have anything?' She asked turning to Derek with a flirty smile. Stiles watched her closely, but Derek didn't seem bothered by her.

'Positive,' he ground through clenched teeth.

'Okay, I'll be right back with your ice cream!'

Derek waited until the door closed before leaning close to Stiles, 'two can play that game,' Derek whispered darkly. Stiles licked his lips and let his eyes widen.

'I have no idea what you mean Derek,' he said, enjoying the smouldering look Derek gave him.

Stiles devoured his sundae, perhaps too much for Derek's liking, but Stiles was aware that his eating habits weren't the tidiest so he made sure to lick the spoon clean every time, and any stray drops that made it to his fingers were happily slurped away too.

By the time Stiles had finished Derek looked fit to burst, he paid the bill and all but trailed Stiles to the car. Stiles let himself be led, tripping over his feet only once, but Derek caught him in good time, wrapping a solid arm around Stiles's middle and pulling back so Stiles knew exactly how he affected Derek.

Once in the car Derek drove in practical silence for about twenty minutes before pulling into a dark forest car park. As soon as he stopped Stiles was on him with a hunger he didn't know existed, helping Derek open his button and zipper. Derek tugged his cock out and Stiles wet his lips.

Stiles had never done this before, but he watched enough porn to work out the basic theory. Derek's hand seemed almost hesitant as he wrapped it around Stiles's head, but instead of pushing Stiles down onto Derek's dick like Stiles expected, Derek pulled him close for a kiss. Derek's mouth was warm and he moaned as they kissed, like Stiles was the best thing he ever tasted. Stiles wrapped long fingers around Derek's cock and gave an experimental tug.

'You don't have to,' Derek was already breathing heavy as he leaned his forehead against Stiles's.

'I want to,' Stiles whispered chancing a bite on Derek's bottom lip. Derek hissed and pulled Stiles into his mouth before pulling away and scooting his seat back.

'Okay, keep it wet, I like it wet,' Derek said pecking Stiles once more on the lips. Stiles wondered what the hell that meant, but he ducked down, his breath ghosting over the tip before surging back up.

'Don't knot me!' Stiles blurted.

Derek raised an eyebrow. Stiles felt the blush creeping up his body, and he wondered if Scott was winding him up when he told Stiles that male Alpha werewolves fucked like real wolves.

'Um, I mean,' Stiles looked away, but Derek's hand caught him turning him back.

'We can talk about this later,' Derek said and Stiles nodded again 'I can't knot your mouth.'

Stiles remembered what Derek had said about wet, so he bent and instead of touching the tip he licked a long wet stripe from base to tip. Derek made an agreeing noise so Stiles carried on that way until he was satisfied Derek's cock was wet. He lifted his head and licked experimentally across the slit, gathering Derek's unique taste.

It was bitter and salty, but Stiles didn't hate it, ducking his head for more almost immediately. Derek puffed and groaned above Stiles, but didn't stop him, or make any correction, so Stiles assumed he was doing something right.

Relaxing his jaw Stiles tried to take as much of Derek into his mouth as he could but Derek's girth didn't make it easy for him, 'use your hands, don't push yourself,' Derek said cupping his fingers around the back of Stiles's neck, 'you're doing so good.'

Pride swelled in Stiles's chest, he desperately wanted Derek to enjoy this, and to know that Derek was gave Stiles butterflies.

Derek's thumb brushed across Stiles's cheek, and he hitched his leg up, leaning across the console to rub a big warm hand over Stiles's back, cupping his ass underneath his jeans, kneading the flesh.

Stiles wrapped long fingers around the base of Derek's dick, his other hand sneaking into Derek's pants to tease his balls.

'Stiles,' Derek moaned followed by a loud thud, Derek's head against the headrest Stiles suspected. Stiles kept to what he was doing, swirling his tongue where he could, following the track of Derek's vein as he bobbed his head, 'Stiles!'

This time Derek's voice was a little more urgent, and his hand tightened in Stiles's hair. Stiles knew more than he should about werewolf etiquette, that it was considered in some packs an insult to not swallow what your Alpha gave you. Sure Derek wasn't Stiles's Alpha but it looked like they would be spending a lot of time together in the coming months, perhaps years.

Stiles swallowed, chocking but pushing past the tears that sprung to his eyes. 'Stiles,' this time Derek's voice sounded reverent, his fingers cupping Stiles's face, wiping his face clean with his thumbs, 'come here,' Derek pulled Stiles into his lap, peppering kisses all over Stiles's face, 'you are amazing,'

'I-' Stiles shifted his pants tight around his own erection.

'What, anything, I'll do anything you want,' Derek's voice was husky as he spoke, eyes searching Stiles's face.

'I ah, just want to come,' Stiles admitted softly, unsure of what Derek was offering.

'Can I help?' There was a smirk on Derek's lips but his eyes looked sincere as he opened Stiles's pants, slipping a hand into the soft cotton to tug Stiles out. Derek started to shuffle downwards at the same time as he pulled Stiles up until Derek's knees had to be pressing into the bottom of the steering wheel. He tugged at Stiles until he fell forward covering the top half of Derek's body with Stiles's groin and legs.

'Uh?' Stiles looked down licking at his bottom lip, his mind catching up with Derek's program.

'I want you to fuck my mouth!' Derek said leaning forward to suck the tip of Stiles dick.

'I-fucker,' Stiles gasped at the first touch of Derek's warm mouth to his dick, 'won't last,' as he slid into Derek's waiting mouth. Stiles was right, it didn't last long, Derek was talented, and his tongue touching places Stiles didn't know existed, his fingers pressing between Stiles's cheeks, touching his dry hole, the stubble on his chin catching on Stiles's sensitive balls. Stiles saw red spots dance across his eyes as Derek swallowed him down, throat clenching around Stiles's dick.

'Okay,' Derek muttered as Stiles flopped half on top of him, 'okay,' he said again, moving Stiles so they could kiss comfortably. Derek slid his arms around Stiles and somehow, they managed to tidy themselves up, tucking away and carefully closing pants.

The inside of the car reeked of sex, and Derek cranked the window, sighing as a cool breeze blew over their skin. It was almost ten in the evening, and they had a two hour drive back home. Stiles didn't really want to break the mood, but Derek was reading his mind.

They moved apart, and made themselves comfortable, Stiles finding some old classic rock that seemed to please Derek as they drove into the darkness of Northern California and made their way home, fingers tangled together across the console.

Derek had dropped Stiles off just before midnight, but they arranged to meet at the old train depot where Derek and his pack had taken to hanging out on Friday afternoon. Stiles found himself fidgeting his morning away until he would be able to see Derek, to hang out with him. He wondered what Derek did on a lazy summer afternoon?

They were all there in various parts of the building when Stiles arrived with Scott. Music blared from one side of the room while Boyd and Derek were doing something with a part of a motorbike engine while it looked like Erica was giving Laura a lap dance. 'Hey,' Stiles said.

'Hey there,' Derek said wiping his hands on a rag then crowding into Stiles to greet him properly with lips and tongue and a little teeth. Stiles was aware of everyone there as he linked his fingers around Derek's neck, 'miss me?'

'Yeah,' Stiles breathed. Something fluttered in his chest that made Stiles think that maybe this was something special between them, something...else.

Derek explained what he was doing, eyes lingering on Stiles's lips as he spoke, and then they moved to where old battered couches were set up. Derek leaned against Stiles's legs on the floor, and they made plans for the evening, a dive bar on the outskirts of town with a big parking lot and at least two pool tables.

'We could get a table or two down here,' Isaac suggested, 'just saying,' he shrugged.

'Derek bought you a pool table for the basement at home too,' Erica said leaning against him.

'That's cause this puppy is Alphas favourite,' Scott ruffled Isaacs's hair. Isaac pushed his hand away with a pout, and Stiles caught Derek shaking his head fondly.

There was a noise outside and Derek's head snapped up. 'Are we expecting company?' He looked toward Laura.

'Your first born isn't due until tomorrow,' Laura said. Derek growled and then quick as lightening the place was in an uproar, people shouting, arguing and Stiles caught sight of his father, a grim look on his face. A police raid? Now?

Stiles stood but Derek's body blocked his. 'We need to have a chat, don't you think son?' His Dad said to Derek.

'What about?' Derek sounded genuinely confused.

'I think you know,' John said not looking at Stiles.

'I really don't.' Derek said clenching his hands.

'Where were you last night between the hours of eight and ten?' His dad's voice was flat, he was talking to a suspect, Stiles realised.

Derek tensed and Stiles sucked a breath in to tell his dad that he and Derek were coming back from Laran. 'I was alone, here,' Derek jerked his head in the direction of the unused train car.

'See I have reason to believe that you were at the graveyard last night, and you weren't alone.' Sheriff said. Stiles gaped. 'I have a witness who spotted you and two of your fellows leave a crime scene.'

'Bullshit.' Derek snapped.

Stiles watched as his Dads face clouded over. He grabbed Derek by the arm and whirled him around, pressing him against the workbench they had been using for the engine parts. 'Derek Hale I'm arresting you on suspicion of the murder of Ivan Lahey, you do not have to say anything, and anything you do say may be recorded as evidence and used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney, if you cannot afford a lawyer one will be appointed for you. Do you understand?'

Stiles gaped as Derek snarled but allowed his father to cuff him, his flashing eyes finding Stiles in the dim room. 'Go home Stiles,' Derek's voice was quiet and commanding, and the sheriff jerked as if suddenly remembering Stiles was there.

'Yeah, son, this is no place for you.' The sheriff spoke.

'What the hell are you doing? You can't arrest him!' Laura called out from across the room.

'If you don't quieten down I'll arrest you for obstructing the peace.' A police officer said. Stiles watched as she stood toe to toe, watched an ashen face Isaac be led upstairs along with a disgruntled Danny. Scott was freaking out; begging someone to tell him what was going on.

'Scott,' Stiles rested a hand on Scott's arm and watched as the police cleared the place, eventually chasing them out the doors.

'What's going on?' Stiles asked when they got into his jeep.

'They think Derek and Isaac killed Isaacs's Dad.' Scott said wringing his hands.

Stiles gaped; it was Isaacs's father who was dead. 'My Dad said there were witnesses.' Stiles said.

'Yeah, but you were with Derek last night, weren't you?' Scott asked. Stiles nodded.

'I was but he lied.' Stiles said.

'What?' Scott asked looking at him.

'Derek lied, when my Dad asked where Derek was Derek said he was here alone.' Stiles said. Scott chewed his bottom lip.

'Was that maybe when you were back?' Scott asked. Stiles shook his head.

'No, it was when we were having sex in his car.' Stiles said. Scott blanched his face paling.

'Dude!' Scott whined, his eyes hurt. If Isaac was Derek's puppy then Scott was his. Stiles grinned.

'We have to fix this.' Stiles said. Scott nodded and they made the unspoken decision to head to the sheriff's office.

It took almost two hours before the sheriff gave in and let the boys make their way to the cells. Danny was slumped on the narrow bed, Isaac sitting in the corner of the cell. Derek stood at the bars, both arms hanging through like he was waiting to catch sunshine.

'Hey,' Stiles looked around before stepping close to the bars. Derek stepped away. Hurt bloomed in Stiles's chest but he pushed it away, swallowing as he wet his lips, 'so want to tell me why you lied to the police?' Stiles asked tilting his head to the side. Beside them Danny was talking quietly to Scott.

'Stiles,' Derek sighed looking around the cell, 'did you really want to-'

'Yes!' Stiles said. 'Derek, you were with me last night, you weren't even in the county.'

'I know but,' Derek trailed off with a growl, 'I don't want to, we're just starting and I-'

'You're my boyfriend,' Stiles said, 'aren't you?'

'Yeah,' Derek said nodding, 'yeah I am.'

'Okay then,' Stiles said reaching through the bars to grab the front of Derek's shirt and yank him in for a kiss. It was awkward, noses too close together, just a little tongue but it felt so filthy that Stiles was tingling when he pulled away.

Derek pressed his face against the cool bars and looked through them at Stiles, a smile playing at the corner of his lips. 'So, you were with me, Danny and Scott were...and where was Isaac,' with a jolt Stiles realised how they'd been acting in front of him. Estranged or not Isaac had still lost his father.

'I was with Boyd and Erica,' Isaac looked away, 'we were hunting in the woods around the old house.'

'So they were with you?' Stiles said.

'We were apart for long periods of time.' Isaac looked defeated.

'Hey, did you kill him?' Stiles asked. Isaac shook his head. 'Okay, so you all have alibis. Use them,' Stiles paused at the sound of footsteps behind him, his father appeared looking sour.

'We need to talk,' he said nodding at the CCTV camera in the corner of the room.

Stiles watched his Dad remove his glasses, fold them, place them in their case and set it neatly on his desk. Then he sat back and looked at Stiles and Scott beside him.

'Talk,' he said finally. Stiles had been running this conversation through his head, but suddenly his words are gone.

'Derek's my brother,' Scott interrupted, 'he wouldn't kill.'

'Wouldn't he? Isn't the first time he's been accused of murder,' the sheriff said. Only last night Derek had mentioned killing to save his own skin, a wolf named Ennis.

'She killed herself!' Scott said sounding alarmed.

'She?' Stiles turned to look at Scott.

'So there's a he?' Sheriff asked. Scott looked betrayed as he sat up.

'There was a fight between Derek and my ex-girlfriend Allison's Mom. She got bit and killed herself.' Scott said.

Sheriff nodded. 'Derek didn't bite her, but they tried to accuse him of driving her to suicide!'

'They?' Sheriff asked.

'Allison's family.' Scott clarified.

'Why was Derek involved in a physical altercation with your ex-girlfriends mother?' John asked with a frown on his face.

Scott swallowed and shifted, bit his lip, his eyes on his lap. 'What?' Stiles prompted from beside him, watching how Scott moved nervously.

'Shetriedtokillme,' Scott muttered.

'What?' Stiles practically shrieked.

Scott sighed, 'she tried to kill me,' he said, his words clear.

Stiles gaped at him. Scott hadn't told him, this was another secret he'd kept to himself. 'Derek saved my life, but he didn't bite her, I know he didn't, but Victoria, something...well...it was all over the news down there.'

'I remember,' John said nodding his head, 'I had no idea you were involved son,'

'Neither did I!' Stiles interrupted glaring accusingly at Scott.

'It was last summer, there was...well Talia sorted it out eventually, but he didn't bite her, I know he didn't. He didn't kill Mr Lahey last night either and neither did Danny, he was with me, and we were at the movies with Laura and Alcide.' Scott said.

'And Derek, he told me he has no alibi,' John said but this question was directed at Stiles.

'We went to Laran,' Stiles said looking his father in the eye, 'on our second date.'

'Oh fuck.' John said dropping his face into his hands.

'Yeah,' Stiles said, ignoring the blush that rose on Scott's cheeks.

'So my son and my step son are both alibis for two accused murders,' John said. He sounded tired, and Stiles wished he could take this away from him, but he couldn't.

'Yeah,' this time Scott spoke. John nodded and pulled something from his desk drawer.

'And you'd be willing to testify this in a court of law?' John asked raising his eyes.

'I'd put my life on it,' Scott said. John nodded and Stiles couldn't help but notice the loyalty that seemed to be between Derek and Scott, a closeness that they didn't have. It hurt a little, but Stiles understood, it was the wolf brother. Stiles reckoned he could live with it.

'They won't be able to leave town until we get this mess cleared up,' John said and Scott grinned. John held a hand up, and they both paused. 'I can't keep Scott from seeing his brother, but Stiles, are you sure you know what you're doing with Derek, he's a lot older than you are, and he's demonstrated that he's more than capable of-'

'Dad, I'm a big boy,' Stiles said. Derek was capable, strong and independent, but loyal. Stiles was already falling for the man, that much was clear. What wasn't clear were Derek's feelings for Stiles, sure, right now he was enjoying his time with Stiles, but would he be looking for someone his own age soon, someone like the alluring Kate Argent?

'I know you Stiles and I trust your judgement, but you're my son, and it's my responsibility to interfere and make sure you're safe no matter what age you are.' John said.

Stiles gaped at his Dad, how relaxed he seemed to be about this relationship between Stiles and Derek. 'You don't think he did it,' Stiles concluded.

John sighed. 'Witnesses put him there at nine on Thursday evening, him and one other younger man on a motorbike, and they met a third person in the graveyard, described as Danny.'

'Isaac has an alibi too,' Scott said earnestly.

'I'm sure he does,' John said tossing a pencil he'd been playing with onto his desk, 'okay, here's what's going to happen. You two are going home, you're going to get some rest and tomorrow we're going to eat breakfast, as a family, and we'll not talk work, and we'll not talk school's or anything else. Danny and Derek are both very welcome, but, two suspected murders, given alibis by the sheriff's own family, eating with that family, that's going to be awkward. I want you two to think long and hard about who you see and when you see them, and I also want you to talk to them, see if anyone's holding grudges that they perhaps don't want to share with their friendly neighbourhood sheriff...'

Stiles grinned, listening to his Dad's easy relaxed manner. He couldn't help but think that a small part of his Dad was perhaps relieved that Stiles was going to collage soon, that all this shit would be a distant memory they would laugh over on Christmas evenings with nothing to do but talk with each other.

He and Scott made their way home, after a quick detour to the cells that the sheriff pretended not to see, and ordered pizza. They spent the evening in Stiles's room, back against the bed, playing video games and drinking soda. The window was open, a cool breeze blowing in, but when Scott stiffened and cocked his head to the side, Stiles checked around him for a weapon. He didn't need it, because Derek was sliding onto the floor with a grin on his face.

'What happened?' Stiles asked. He paused the game and stood up to greet Derek with a peck on the lips.

'I got an alibi,' Derek said kissing Stiles on the lips, 'thank you, you don't have to do this,'

'I do,' Stiles kissed Derek back. Scott made a noise, sounding like a whine and Stiles turned to catch Danny kissing the side of Scott's head.

'We were invited for breakfast,' Danny said with a shrug, 'your Dad just told us that if anyone seen us he'd personally shoot us with his shotgun because he needed the practice and he knew we heal.'

'Getting shot hurts!' Scott whined and Stiles looked at him again. The agreement to talk about the past at a later date went unspoken between them, and even now it was too soon, but Scott gave Stiles a sheepish smile and a roll of his shoulders.

'Okay, Scott, get the hell out of my boyfriend's room, Danny, you too, skedaddle unless you want to see something...'

'Gone!' Scott paled and dragged Danny by the wrist from the room. As soon as the door closed Derek advanced on Stiles and pinned him against the wall, kissing him deeply.

'What?' Stiles asked when Derek pulled away. He was bewildered by this treatment.

'Just, no one outside of my family, or anyone really, has done for me what you have in the last twenty four hours,' Derek said pressing his face into Stiles's neck breathing deep. Stiles let Derek scent mark him, let Derek strip his clothes and touch him everywhere.

It was hot in the room, a sticky heat coating both their skins, but neither cared as they fell onto the bed together, hips grinding in a delicious friction. Stiles came first, coating both their bellies, and Derek followed only Moments later, slumping on top of Stiles and kissing him deeply, 'Don't-don't wash it off,' Derek said and Stiles nodded, understanding even when he didn't. He would ask for explanations later but for now he was content to bask in the afterglow and Derek's scent as his eyes drooped and he fell asleep.

They didn't stay for breakfast. Stiles woke as Derek got dressed in the dim dawn light. Blinking slowly he tracked Derek's movements as he ducked over Stiles to kiss him goodbye.

'I'll call you later, babe,' Derek promised, his voice low and quiet in the room. Stiles hooked a hand around the back of Derek's neck and morning breath be damned, pulled him in for a proper kiss. Danny opened the door, a bleary eyed Scott behind him and together Derek and Danny slid out the window. Scott slumped onto the bed, his head resting against Stiles ankle. Stiles heard the soft thud of boots on the grass below. A few minutes later a motorbike engine kicked into life, followed by another and Stiles grinned to himself, falling asleep to the sound of them riding away.

'Night bro,' Scott muttered and the words shouldn't have made Stiles feel as good as they did.