Oh man - major update fail! When I said earlier that this whole story was written, I may have lied... everything was written except the epilogue. Sorry about that, and I hope you guys enjoy the update! A huge thank you to sonsofsilly for all of her beta work on this sucker!

Four months later

"Oven door open, behind you!"

Derek expertly dodged the obstacle, stepping out of the way as Stiles slipped the lasagna back in the oven to melt a final layer of cheese on top. There was a loud racket coming from the living room, and Derek was afraid they'd have a mutiny on their hands if they didn't serve dinner soon.

Once the timer was set, Stiles stepped out of the kitchen to check on their guests, returning with an update a few minutes later.

"Everyone's wine glass has been refilled. We've still got a few stuffed mushroom caps and some bruschetta on the coffee table. The caprese skewers and mini meatballs have been decimated. I swear to God, it's like we're feeding pack of wolves out there."

Derek laughed as he finished mixing the salad dressing. "It's a good thing that we got to taste everything before they got here, then."

Stiles snuck up next to him and dipped his finger into the bowl before Derek could swat his hand away. "What?" he asked innocently, sticking the finger into his mouth and hollowing his cheeks around it. "I'm just making sure your skills are up to par. Which they totally are, by the way."

Derek put down the mixing bowl and pretended to be annoyed while grabbing the lettuce from the fridge. "Why don't you go and entertain our guests while I finish this up, and I'll let you know when the oven beeps?"

"Nice try, buddy! Erica and your sister are getting along way too well right now, and I wouldn't go near them with a ten-and-a -half foot pole. Even Boyd looks a little shell-shocked."

It was the first time that everyone had come over to Derek's place for a homemade meal, and Derek was beginning to regret letting Stiles convince him to throw a 'real adult dinner party.'

Derek tried another tactic. "You're okay leaving your Dad out there with them?"

"At least he carries a gun."

"What?" Derek paled. "All the time?"

"Yes," Stiles hissed. "Why do you think I never had any dates in high school?"

"'Cause you were a nerd?"

Stiles huffed. "You're the one who wanted me to keep my glasses on when sucking your cock last night."

Derek's eyes darted around the room nervously. "You realize that we were just talking about your Dad, who is the Sheriff, in my living room, possibly carrying a gun? Not the best time to be talking about cocks, or the sucking of them."

Stiles walked up to Derek, plastering himself against his back, and Derek could practically feel the evil smirk pressed against the back of his neck. He wrapped his arms around Derek's waist and let a hand drift lower, gently rubbing over Derek's cock.

"Stiles!" Derek hissed. "What the hell are you doing?".

"Just trying to relax you a little. You seem a little stiff."

"This obviously isn't helping." Derek swatted his hands away. "You're a menace."

Stiles huffed out a laugh against his neck, but stepped back and gave Derek some room. "Fine. I'll get everyone to the table." He heard Stiles make his announcement, which resulted in what sounded like a stampede. Smiling to himself, he carried out the salad and gestured to Stiles to help with the rest of the food.

Once everyone and everything was settled, Stiles announced, "Dinner is served!" Commotion ensued, with plates clattering and utensils flying.

"Hold on a sec!" Hands froze in mid-air and everyone turned to look at the Sheriff. "I just wanna say thanks to Derek and my son for inviting us for dinner. It looks great. You two make a pretty good team."

Derek blushed and Stiles grinned at him from across the table, waggling his eyebrows. "You hear that, Derek? What do you think of Team Halinski? Has a nice ring."

Erica snickered. "I think Team Stale might be a little more appropriate."

Stiles' mouth dropped open, offended, but before he could say anything the Sheriff interrupted. "Okay kids, play nice. And someone hand me that lasagna."

"Start with the salad, Dad!" The sheriff frowned and looked to Derek for help, who answered with a shrug. However, he brightened a little when Derek snuck an extra piece of garlic bread onto his plate, which resulted in a glare from Stiles.

Things were silent for a moment while everyone dug in to their meals, and Derek took that time to reflect on how much things had changed in the last few months. Before taking that cooking class, he would've been home alone, maybe eating a pizza that he would finish up for breakfast. Instead, he was sitting at a crowded dinner table, enjoying a meal that he helped create.

Laura's voice snapped him out of his thoughts. "Hey, Der-bear, hand me a piece of bread."

The glare that Derek aimed in her direction was epic, but she was too busy continuing her chat with Erica to notice.

Stiles, on the other hand, choked on a piece of lettuce before clearing his throat. "I'm sorry, what did you say?" he asked, looking as if he might explode trying to contain his glee.

"Huh? Oh, that's what I used to call Derek when we were kids."

Stiles looked back at Derek with a twinkle in his eye. "Really? How did he get that nickname?"

"Laura," Derek warned with a growl.

She kept talking as if she didn't notice. Laura was a horrible person.

"He got this stuffed bear for Christmas when he was about five, and was so attached to it he took it everywhere."

Stiles sounded positively giddy when he asked, "Did this bear have a name?" Derek turned his glare on Stiles, but apparently several months of seeing it regularly had made him immune.

"Yup. He was named Theodore S. Bear. The 'S' stood for Snuggle, I believe?" A round of snickers erupted around the table.

"Laura, that's enough."

"But he was more popularly known as Mr. Bear."

"Laura!" Derek tossed down his fork. He turned toward Stiles. "The 'S' was just an initial. It didn't actually stand for anything." Realizing he was digging himself a deeper hole, he stood up from the table and started gathering dishes, spinning on his heel and heading toward the kitchen.

"Sorry, Derek!" Laura called after him, not sounding sorry at all.

As he dropped the dishes into the sink, he heard footsteps behind him. "I'm sorry, babe," Stiles said, wrapping his arms around Derek's waist and resting his chin on Derek's shoulder. "I gotta admit, though, the thought of a little Derek Hale walking around snuggling Mr. Bear is the most adorable thing I could imagine."

Stiles squeezed Derek tightly around the middle before letting go. "Now, don't make me go back out there alone. My dad will give me a disappoint look. Isaac and Boyd will silently judge me. Laura will not-so-silently judge me, and Erica might eat me alive is she's not full from dinner." Derek snorted and Stiles placed a soft kiss on his cheek. "Love you, Der-bear," he said before unwinding his arms.

Derek found that he didn't really mind the nickname so much when Stiles said it, his voice warm and fond, and he flushed at the term of endearment. He hadn't had the courage to say it back yet, but Stiles understood, and didn't shy away from saying it whenever he pleased.

However, he still swatted at Stiles' bum in retaliation, who yipped and tried to leap out his reach. Derek grabbed his hand before he got too far away, though, and they walked back into the dining room together.

~O~

When the door slammed shut behind the last guests, Derek leaned his back against it and let out a deep breath.

"Never again," Stiles yelled from the kitchen. "I mean, the way Isaac and Boyd turned on us toward the end of the night was downright unfair."

"I don't think Boyd had much of a choice in the matter, unless he wanted to Erica to withhold sex from him for the rest of the week," Derek said as he walked back through the living room and into the kitchen.

"What?!"

Derek huffed as he fitted his body against Stiles' back. "I don't know why she tells me these things. It's not like I want to know."

Stiles wiggled his hips against Derek. "There's just something about you that screams good listener," he said, turning off the tap.

Derek couldn't help but grind against him a little and his cock began to take interest. Trailing his fingers up Stiles' sides, he said, "Leave the dishes. I'll finish them later."

Stiles spun around with a smirk on his face. "I knew leaving that lasagna dish for last was a good idea," he said, whipping his shirt off before Derek complained.

Not that he would've.

He stepped back, pulling Stiles with him toward the bedroom while Stiles dragged Derek's shirt over his head. As soon as they reached the bedroom Derek pressed him against the wall, tangling their fingers together.

Tucking his face into Stiles' neck, Derek scratched his scruff along the pale skin before pressing his lips there to soothe the burn. He followed with small nibbles along his shoulder, knowing that his sensitive skin would bloom pink at each spot he sucked.

It was one of Derek's favorite things that he had learned about Stiles' body over the last few months.

"I swear to God, Derek, if I have to relive the Great Hickey Embarrassment of April, I'm gonna be pissed." Derek knew that he didn't really mean it by the way he stretched his neck long to give Derek better access.

Shaking his hands from Derek's grip, Stiles rested them on the waist of Derek's jeans for a moment before tracing his fingertips over the button and pulling it open. "These need to come off," he grunted, sliding the zipper and pushing the jeans down over Derek's hips.

Derek stepped out of his pants while Stiles popped the button of his own jeans, pulling them off with his boxers and leaving them together in a pile on the floor. He pushed Derek over to the bed and sat down with Derek standing between his legs before tucking his fingers into the elastic band of Derek's boxer briefs, sloppily kissing along the defined 'V' muscle as he pulled them down.

With Derek freed from the offending fabric, Stiles wrapped his lips around the flushed tip of his cock and stuck his tongue into the slit, making Derek jump. Stiles smirked. "Sensitive, babe?"

"Why don't you get back to sucking my dick and find out for yourself?" Derek responded, raising an eyebrow. Stiles stuck his tongue out at him, but then used it to lick a long strip along the underside and flick gently at the sensitive skin just under the head.

Cupping the back of Stiles' head, Derek scratched his fingers in the short hairs near the nape of his neck and groaned loudly. Enjoying the soft petting, Stiles let his eyes flutter closed and plunged down, taking Derek down to the root.

He did it again and pulled off with a cough, going back to concentrating on the tip for a minute before taking him deep again. "F-Fuck, Stiles," he groaned. "Take it deep again for me." Derek reached down and touched a finger to Stiles' throat, pressing softly as he watched his cock disappear into his mouth.

Coughing again as he came up for air, a tear formed in the corner of Stiles' eye and started to fall down his cheek. When Derek gently wiped it away, Stiles' amber eyes snapped up to meet his, wide and beautiful as he continued to bob up and down on his cock. Emotion swirled in his chest as all of Stiles' focus centered on him.

It was overwhelming, knowing that this was something that belonged to Derek alone.

With a tap on his shoulder, Derek let Stiles know that he was close. "Lie down," he said, his voice rough with emotion and need, and Stiles scooted up to top of the mattress, falling back into a pile of pillows. Derek grabbed a small tube from his nightstand before crawling between Stiles' legs and sucking the tip of his cock into his mouth.

Stiles' breath picked up as Derek coated his finger and pressed it into him. He stretched him slowly, eliciting soft moans and whimpers from Stiles before slicking his own cock and teasing it against his hole.

"Come on, already," Stiles grunted out in frustration. Leaning down, Derek placed a soft kiss on his lips and started pushing past his body's resistance. Inch by inch, he shifted in and out, reveling in the feel of Stiles' body opening up for him. Stiles wrapped his legs around the back of Derek's thighs and guided him forward until he was fully seated inside of him. "That's what I'm talking about," he said, a little breathless as he scratched his blunt fingernails up and down Derek's back.

Curling himself protectively around Stiles, Derek held still, waiting for Stiles to adjust. After a moment, Stiles reached down and playfully grabbed a handful of his ass, letting him know that he was ready for Derek to move. He began to thrust, slowly at first, and then faster as Stiles encouraged him, shifting his hips in time with Derek's.

Rocking back onto his knees, Derek sat on his heels and pulled Stiles' hips up into his lap. This way, Derek's cock hit him in just the right spot, and Stiles threw his head back, letting out a deep groan. Spitting into his palm, Stiles grabbed his cock and began to stroke it.

Derek took a moment to watch, staring down at Stiles' long, lean torso, muscles bunching under the skin as he reached forward and urged Derek to start moving again. "Impatient," Derek said, almost to himself.

Breathless, Stiles answered, "Yeah, well I'm a couple of hard thrusts from coming, so how about we get this show on the road?"

Derek chuckled. Stiles was never very good at controlling what came out of his mouth, and Derek had heard him say some fantastically filthy things when he was about to come.

He slapped Stiles' hand away and began stripping his cock as he pounded into him with short thrusts. Stiles' sharp breaths turned into broken-off moans, and his whole body tightened before his back arched hard, come painting his belly in hot stripes. Derek kept stroking his cock until every last drop leaked out and Stiles rested his hand on Derek's, starting to feel oversensitive.

Derek leaned forward for a kiss, practically folding Stiles in half and smearing come against Derek's stomach. "Your turn, babe," Stiles whispered against his lips, wrapping his legs around Derek's waist and squeezing his thighs softly.

With that cue, Derek began thrusting again, taking what he needed from Stiles. "Yeah, just like that," Stiles said, winding his arms around Derek's neck, and plunging his tongue into his mouth. Derek moved his hips in shallow thrusts as pleasure tingled at the base of his cock, and it was only a few moments before his orgasm began to roll through him in waves. He clutched Stiles to his chest tightly as he rode out the aftershocks, his muscles shivering pleasantly.

Underneath him, Stiles lay boneless, with a soft smile on his face.

"What?" Derek asked, rolling to the side.

Curling into him, Stiles rested a hand on Derek's chest. It rose and fell with his breath, still heavy from the exertion. "Nothing," he said, hiding his face in Derek's neck. Derek pulled back far enough to look at his face and raised his eyebrows in question. Stiles averted his eyes, acting embarrassed. "I'm just really happy right now, okay?"

Warmth filled Derek's chest and he knew that there was only one word to describe what he felt. He'd felt it around Stiles many times in the last few months, and had been too scared to put a name to it, but Stiles, who had already given so much of himself to Derek, deserved to know. His heartbeat sped up as he reached over and guided Stiles' gaze back to him with a fingertip on his chin.

"I love you, Stiles."

Stiles smiled back. "I know," he replied softly.

Derek snorted.

Stiles gave him an indignant look. "Oh my God. You're not supposed to laugh right now. You are a huge moment-ruiner. I should've known."

That just made Derek laugh harder. "Did you just Han Solo me?" Derek asked, feeling lighter already.

Stiles gaped at him. "Not on purpose! However, I am enjoying the fact that it makes you Leah in this relationship."

"Oh, really?" Derek asked, rolling on top of Stiles again predatorily and pinning his arms to his sides.

The tickle fight that ensued left Stiles gasping for air. "This isn't very loving behavior, Derek!" he shrieked.

So Derek smothered him with kisses instead. It was something he was looking forward to doing for a long time to come.

The End

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