The bar Derek and his pack favoured was set a mile or so back from the pier. It was small, dimly lit and tourists passed it with heads down and eyes averted. Rows of motorbikes and the odd truck always sat out front. Unsurprisingly it was Hale owned. Stiles blinked at the dim light when he stepped out of the December sunlight. It was three pm on a Friday afternoon and the bar was always busier than it looked from outside. Scott was already there, playing pool with Isaac, Danny sitting behind him buried in piles of books as usual. Erica was behind the bar, playing with the cocktail shaker while Boyd tried to manipulate the jukebox into playing what he wanted for free. Stiles spotted Derek deep in conversation with his mother and sister in the corner of the room.

Stiles went to the bar and ordered himself a beer, amused, still that he always got served here. Talia had some agreement with local law enforcement that if they left her bar alone she would help out when trouble arose elsewhere, using her unique skill set. Stiles collected his beer and joined Scott at the pool table, waving a hello to Danny.

'Loser plays Stiles,' Isaac teased. Stiles narrowed his eyes.

'Less of your cheek,' Stiles muttered. His throat was still a little tender from the end of semester party he'd attended last night. He had no idea what he was drinking, even Scott had looked adorably confused when Stiles found him in the kitchen this morning.

'Or what?' Isaac probed.

'I'll have your bike towed for illegal parking,' Stiles said sitting his drink beside Danny who didn't acknowledge him, 'I'm the sheriff's son you know.'

'Sheriff has no jurisdiction here in Santa Monica,' Isaac said.

'Fine, I'll tell Kali about that dream you told me about.'

'What dream?' Scott asked as Isaac's face fell into a scandalised frown.

'You wouldn't,' Isaac said.

'Try me,' Stiles said leaning on the pool table.

A moment later warm hands slid over his hips and underneath the t-shirt he wore, fingers pressing into the skin of his belly. Stubble scraped at his neck as Derek's teeth nipped at his skin. 'Hey,' Derek whispered.

'Hey,' Stiles said turning to kiss Derek. Derek wrapped a hand around Stiles's throat, his thumb making little circles.

'For once I had nothing to do with it,' Derek said. Stiles chuckled and pressed his ass back into Derek's crotch.

'Semesters over, Christmas here I come,' Stiles said. Christmas had been the elephant in the room with them for weeks now, Derek was reluctant to leave his pack and family, but Stiles didn't want to not spend it with his dad.

Derek just hummed in agreement. 'I need a date, office party is tonight,' Derek said.

Stiles snorted. 'You mean where you bully other interns and I have to watch,' Stiles said turning in Derek's arms. Scott made a gagging noise beside them, Stiles ignored him.

'I'm the best,' Derek shrugged. Stiles rolled his eyes but accepted the kiss Derek offered him.

'I suppose seeing as you came to that party last night...hey any idea what I was drinking?' Stiles asked. Derek made a face but shook his head.

'It tasted foul,' Derek complained pulling away.

'Do I have to wear a dumb lawyer suit tonight?' Stiles complained.

'If I have to you have to,' Derek said. Stiles huffed, but it wasn't all bad, the sight of Derek in a suit did wonders for Stiles's wank bank material, not that he needed more, what with the leathers and the bike, and that one morning on this very pool table that if Scott ever found out he would never use it again. He rarely needed to use that material now either, he moved into Derek's bedroom at Halloween because his stuff being in a separate bedroom just wasted space whenever he was never in the damn room in the first place.

'Stop it!' Scott cried and Stiles tried to hide his grin.

Derek sat beside Danny, nudging him. Danny ignored him, and Derek shared an amazed look with Alcide. It was one of their favourite past times, trying to distract Danny from his work. They always failed, and today would be no exception with Scott policing them.

'Hey, leave him alone,' Scott said right on queue.

Derek chuckled and stood up, handing Stiles his beer. 'Come on we should get home and get ready for tonight,' Derek said.

Across the room Erica cackled and Stiles spotted her deep in conversation with Laura, but he knew what they were laughing at. Stiles finished his beer and grabbed his helmet as he went out the door, tugging it on and sliding onto the bike behind Derek, linking his fingers over Derek's belly.

The cold tiles were a sharp contrast to the molten heat pressing against Stiles's front as Derek plastered him into the wall. They had long since finished washing each other, and now Derek had three fingers buried in Stiles's ass as he ground against him.

'Derek,' Stiles breathed nipping at Derek's chin, 'Derek please,' he begged as water ran over his face.

'Please what?' Derek asked biting at Stiles's neck.

'Please,' Stiles wrapped fingers around Derek's cock, 'I want you to knot me.'

Derek pulled back, his eyes searching Stiles's face. 'Are you sure?'

'I've never been surer of anything in my life.' Stiles said. Everything happened so fast after that, the water was stopped, Stiles was dried and somehow ended up on the middle of their bed, spread out with Derek on his knees between Stiles's legs. 'Use your left hand,' Stiles begged.

'Kinky little bastard,' Derek muttered coating his fingers with lube, his eyes locked on Stiles's face. Stiles rose onto his elbows watching Derek avidly as Derek's thick tattooed fingers fucked Stiles's hole open.

'Yeah, I am,' Stiles whispered licking his lips as he watched himself be fucked.

'How do you want to?' Derek asked. Stiles dragged his eyes away from the sight of Derek's fingers sliding into him and met Derek's eyes.

'What's easiest?' Stiles asked. Derek twisted his fingers and Stiles gasped, his head falling back.

'For you, on your side, me behind you, for me, you on your belly, me fucking into you.' Derek dropped a kiss on Stiles's shoulder.

'What about like this?' Stiles asked. Face to face was Stiles preference, either riding Derek or good old missionary. Even if it wasn't that's how Stiles would have chosen to do it, to watch Derek's face, look into those eyes as Derek knotted him. It was something Derek had never done with anyone else, he had confessed months ago before they left Beacon Hills, and Stiles liked to think that Derek was losing his knotting virginity to Stiles. He'd already lost his "ass virginity" as Stiles liked to put it, one Sunday morning when they were alone in the house.

'I like this, but I don't want to hurt you, or crush you,' Derek confessed.

'You're always crushing me!' Stiles complained slapping at Derek's bicep. Derek raised an eyebrow at him but Stiles leaned forward, catching Derek's lips in a kiss, pulling him on top. 'Come on, Derek; let's get this show on the road.'

'So romantic, I can't take it anymore, your sugar is rotting my teeth,' Derek said moving between Stiles's open thighs.

'I'm letting you stick your cock in my ass, and then you're going to let it double in width at the bottom, I think I'm allowed a little snark,' Stiles said pushing at Derek's shoulders.

'Your love for me knows no bounds.' Derek deadpanned.

'It does know no fucking bounds now hump me bitch before I find Mr Red and fuck myself while you whine at me from the corner.' Stiles threatened, knowing that sometimes Derek got irrationally jealous of the dildo Stiles bought as a gag joke one afternoon, telling Derek he thought it matched the colour of his Alpha eyes. (The sex after the first time Derek found Stiles using the dildo had been fucking amazing, and Stiles had no intention of ever letting Mr Red go.)

'Suck a pushy fucking bottom,' Derek said lining his cock up. Stiles opened his mouth to reply but Derek pushed in a little roughly, punching the words from Stiles's lungs.

Stiles loved this, Derek moving above him, holding him down with his weight. Stiles would never not get turned on at the thought of Derek fucking him like this.

It was sweaty, sticky, dirty, and Stiles knew they would need a shower again afterwards, if Derek allowed it that was, chances were if Derek was getting to knot Stiles his possessiveness could be notched up a few steps. Every movement had Derek's cock brushing his prostate, his belly pressing down on Stiles's hard leaking cock. Stiles wrapped one leg around the back of Derek's thighs, the other wrapped around his waist.

'Stiles, I can feel it, can I?' Derek asked. His eyes were blown, tinged with red, his teeth elongating slightly.

'Yeah, please I want you to,' Stiles said. Derek nodded and dropped his forehead to Stiles's shoulder. 'No, I want to see your face.'

'Stiles!' Derek pleaded but he lifted his head, met Stiles's gaze as he started to change. The pressure grew, thickening inside Stiles until they were locked together, little bumps all they could afford as they moved.

The pressure inside Stiles kept brushing his prostate and without his cock being touched Stiles started to come.

'Fuck,' Derek's eyes looked down to where Stiles's untouched cock lay, 'oh baby, I fucking love you, look at you, doing this for me, so precious, all mine, I'll give you it all, everything, it's all yours baby, everything,' Derek babbled. Stiles ran his fingers through Derek's hair, pulling his face up to kiss him quiet.

It was more intimate than Stiles expected, he understood they would be locked together, but the need Stiles felt to touch Derek, to kiss and comfort him to show Derek that he felt exactly the same, it overwhelmed him. 'I love you too,' Stiles said cupping Derek's cheek as Derek slid his arms underneath Stiles's shoulders, bracing his knees on the bed.

'I think we might have to move,' Derek finally admitted. Stiles shook his head, and kissed Derek on the lips, touching Derek's tongue with his own, drawing the kiss out until Stiles was moaning again.

'I think this is perfect just the way it is, we can deal with the stiff muscles later.' Stiles whispered. Derek closed his eyes and kissed Stiles again.

'Remind me to thank Scott,' Derek said. Stiles imagined Derek thanking Scott and Scott's reaction to why he was being thanked. 'Stop thinking about Scott,' Derek muttered a few minutes later.

'I'm thinking about you dolt!' Stiles complained. Derek dropped his forehead so it was resting against Stiles, nipping at his lips.

'I mean it you know,' Derek said rocking his hips slightly, 'I love you.'

'I love you too,' Stiles said blinking slowly. He had a feeling that they would be missing the party tonight, Derek would get a little too possessive, wanting to keep Stiles to himself, hide away from the world, and honestly, Stiles was more than okay with that.

'How do you feel about Christmas in Santa Monica?' Derek asked later when they were laying side by side in bed, gazing at each other, music playing in the background.

'Uh,' Stiles froze but Derek smiled at him.

'Because I convinced your dad and Melissa to come down here for the holidays and I think it would be a bit shit if you were there on your own...' Derek trailed off when Stiles smacked him on the shoulder.

'Do you know what you are?' Stiles asked.

'A werewolf, an Alpha, an amazing kisser?'

'Best. Boyfriend. Ever.' Stiles said punctuating each word with a kiss.

'Nah,' Derek said kissing Stiles again, 'that title's all yours.'