So this was Stiles’ life now. Planted firmly in his soul mates lap as they effortlessly made out slowly and deeply. Stiles had long since gotten the hang of making out, and not just kissing in general but more specifically kissing Derek. He enjoyed long drawn out strokes. The best reaction coming when he’d drag their lips together, softly sucking on Stiles’ bottom lip enjoying the taste.
There was a lazy grin stapled to Stiles’ face once he pulled away “So we get to do this every time we make up?”
“Pretty much. Though I hope we don’t have to make up too often”
“Oh I beg to differ. I might start a fight for the hell of it” this earned him a hearty laugh before Derek wrapped his thick hands around the back of Stiles’ pale neck and pulled him back down again. This time Derek’s lips were peppering kisses on his cheek, slowly sucking down his neck. Well this was new. Stiles enjoyed it don’t get him wrong, maybe too much. Derek’s warm lips had the young baker growing hard in his pants, trying and failing to focus on anything that would keep him from grinding down against the panting man below him. Wanting hands traveled through the buttons of his shirt, rubbing at his back and chancing a graze over his nipple, tweaking it once. It sent a moan from Stiles’ dusty pink lips, surprising himself, he’d never heard that noise from himself before.
In a moment of clarity Stiles was able to assess the reality of the situation, and he was scrambling from a confused looking Derek to the other end of the sofa “Stiles. Is everything okay?” He found comfort in the genuine concern in the mans voice.
“Yeah. I just think we should cool off a bit” Stiles managed his response with a chuckle, trying to keep Derek from freaking out too much, maybe he could have backed out more gracefully.
“A-Are you just not ready yet?” Derek tried in a calm tone, he clearly didn’t buy that he was alright. Stiles could tell he was trying not to be pushy but he wanted an answer. And Stiles had one for him, he just was too embarrassed to share it. But the constant hand of reassurance rubbing up and down his thigh was too comforting to want to keep any more secrets.
He breathed out as he begun “I should tell you something”
“Okay”
He exhaled slow, too slow, it was buying him time “I’m a virgin”
“What?” Stiles winced, not expecting that reaction. He was sure Derek put the pieces together long ago, he had to. Stiles was emotionally stuck before Derek came around, it should come as no surprise that he had never had sex before. He was ashamed to admit he’d touched himself more than a little in the past, but never anything more than that. Derek took note of his boyfriends expression “I’m sorry, that was insensitive it’s just surprising–I guess”
“Yeah, I get it…kind of” Stiles shrugged, bringing his hands up to button his shirt again, suddenly embarrassed “But I wasn’t kidding about closing myself off. I was sure my soul mate-you-would hate me so I didn’t want to bother with any kind of intimacy or romance. You were actually my first kiss”
“I was?” He exhaled with a smile
“Yeah. I mean with the exception of Erin Kincaid in the 10th grade school play, yeah you were my first kiss”
Not putting up a fight, Stiles let Derek pull his hands down to hold in his own. The look in his eyes was sincere, caring, inviting. He wanted Stiles to share everything with him, he wanted him to know they were in this together “Why didn’t you tell me any of this?”
“If I’m honest I was scared, and I didn’t think we’d last so I kept it to myself”
“Sti I know your soul words gave you the wrong idea, and I promise I will forever be sorry. You have to know I meant it when I said I’m here for go-“
Stiles was quickly placing reassuring hands on either sides of Derek’s shoulders. He was attempting to be comforting “I know that…now. You and I- we’ve been doing really good that’s why I’m telling you”
“We can take it as slow as you want. I’m happy just to have you, do you know that?” Stiles grinned in response happy that his boyfriend was such a sap. Feeling a bit better after his confession Stiles climbed right back on top of him. Derek was welcoming, groaning at Stiles’ eager fingers combing through his hair. They picked back up as if they never stopped, going hot and heavy all over again.
Stiles was teetering on the thought of slipping off Derek’s shirt when he heard the click of a door opening. Then from the depths of the entry way came a sing song voice “Oh Der Bear. I’ve got some rosé and a bony shoulder for you to cry on” Stiles was trying to look but the man wasn’t letting up, and his lips tasted too good. He let himself continue, and the voice came again, this time closer “Derek whe-oh my god!”
“Laura!” Again, Stiles clambered away from Derek, the two looking oddly suspicious. He had never moved his hands so fast, but his fingers flew as they redid the buttons on his shirt “W-What the hell!?” Derek shouted.
Scoffing, she placed hands on her hips. She had dark hair like Derek, the same striking jawline and vibrant eyes. If he didn’t know any better he’d say she was Derek reincarnated as a woman “I literally announced my entrance. It’s not my fault sex tuned out your hearing”
“Laura! Would you shut up-we’re not having…What the fuck I don’t have to explain anything to you, what are you even doing here?”
“Checking up on you. You seemed pretty bummed about your boy when we got off the phone, so I thought I’d come cheer you up-” Her explanation came out nonchalantly as she slid off her coat and made herself at home. So far Stiles had kept his mouth shut, watching the interaction unfold, waiting for his erection to go away. Then Laura had him in her sights “-Evidently I was beaten to the punch. Hi, Laura Hale”
“Stiles” he waved across the penthouse.
He watched as she pulled wine glasses from a cupboard, setting them in a row on the counter “Glad to see you two made up. So Stiles, I hope you’re a pink wine fan”
“Oh no no you are going home” Derek was to his feet, beginning his attempts at trying to drag his sister out. But by the looks of it she would put up a fight.
“No I am not. I didn’t not drive halfway across the city just to be turned away. Adam took your nieces out for ice cream which means I’m staying for at least an hour”
“Laura” Derek growled through gritted teeth. Stiles found it cute how hard he was trying to be alone with him. But despite the fact Stiles had only just met her, he could tell she was a stubborn woman.
Stiles took the chance to stand and meet the two, he ran a soft hand against Derek’s tensed back and chuckled “It’s fine Derek. I’ll let you two catch up, and I’ll text you later”
“Wait no, don’t go. You and I have yet to be acquainted” she didn’t give him much of an option before weaving her own arm through Stiles’ leading him back to the sofa. He realized maybe some time with her would be nice after catching the tortured look on his mans face “Everyone is just going to flip when they find out I met you first. They already think I’m Derek’s favorite”
“You wish. Cora is my favorite” Derek answered quickly, smirking at his sister.
She scoffed “Obviously. You branded your soulmate with some pretty harsh words at the sake of her”
She struck a neve “I didn’t do it on purpose” Derek mumbled.
Stiles sighed, he didn’t hold it against Derek anymore, he didn’t want anyone else too either. So with the few social skills he possessed he turned his direction to Laura, feeding into her interrogation. Derek looked irritated, Stiles guessed he wanted them to have alone time. But he thought the moment would be good to get to know Derek’s side, maybe hear some embarrassing stories. By her second glass of wine Stiles got what he wanted.
“Hey! You should totally come to the family barbecue on Sunday”
“Barbecue?”
“Oh it’s nothing” Derek, who was reclined with his arm tucked comfortably behind Stiles’ shoulder sat at attention.
“Shame shame baby bro. How dare you not invite him”
“Yeah Derek how dare you not invite me. I thought we were going strong” Stiles played into the joke not admitting his was probably a little buzzed himself.
“I just… I didn’t want to overwhelm you”
“Well, I’d really like to meet your family”
“Really?”
“Yeah”
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