benchwarming | [ open au ] moon baby

[ Derek's okay with that. They're both aware of those truths and Derek doesn't mind. He closes his eyes, feeling Stiles' forehead press against his own. He breaths in. ]

I guess this is new for both of us...

[ Stiles gives a small laugh, hands still stroking through Derek's hair. ]

Probably more for me than you... but yeah.

[ He hums, enjoying the feel of Stiles hands up in his hair. ]

We should probably call the pack together...

[ Stiles dares to scratch behind his ears a little, testing a personal theory, but stills after a moment. ]

Yeah, it's probably better to tell them than to let them figure it out at school. I can't see that ending well.

[ Whatever that personal theory is, it doesn't make Derek kick his leg, though it does make him lean in with the utmost content and enjoyment. It even earns a pleased smile and a whine when Stiles stops. ]

Yeah...

[ The fact that Derek whines when he stops is enough, and Stiles smooths his hands through his hair again with a satisfied grin. ]

Um. I can handle calling them, I think, or you can, or we both can. Whatever you think works.

You can call Scott, and maybe Jackson or whoever. I'll try to get Isaac to round up the others if he can.

[ He doesn't move away from Stiles to pull out his phone though, simply breathing in Stiles' scent at this point. ]

Oh yeah, cause Jackson is gonna listen to me.

[ Stiles' voice trails off, and he leans forward to sniff at Derek, his cheek brushing Derek's. ]

...smell good.

[ Derek can only bring himself to think that Jackson doesn't listen to anyone. Except Lydia. ]

Talk to Lydia...

[ But he nuzzles against Stiles unable to believe how much he wanted this. ]

Lydia too?

[ But Stiles is only just following the thread of conversation, rubbing his cheek firmly against Derek's and letting out a small sigh, fingers going still in his hair. ]

No, just call her so she can convince Jackson to come out.

[ He sort of growls as he rests his chin on Stiles' shoulder. ]

That means she's gonna wanna come too you realize.

[ Stiles points it out pragmatically, but still sinks into Derek's touch obligingly. Lydia isn't even on his radar. For many reasons, but he doesn't want her, he wants Derek. ]

Tell he she can't. Not this time.

[ It isn't until they're like this that Derek realizes how exhausted he is and how little sleep he's been running on this entire week. ]

I will.

[ He'll try, anyway, and then he's rubbing his hand across the back of Derek's neck, feeling how the older man relaxes. He swallows. ]

You wanna rest first?

...Maybe.

[ He noses Stiles' collarbone. ]

Will you stay?

[ Stiles huffs a soft laugh. ]

No, I'm gonna go out and buy some blow, see how a werewolf body takes it. Yeah, I'll stay, Derek.

[ His voice goes soft, nosing at the side of Derek's head in turn. ]

[ He nips at Stiles' skin for the remark but his hands do come up to hold the front of his shirt, tugging Stiles back to the couch that he keeps in the station for when one or another feels the need to take a break from things.

He flops down and brings Stiles down on top of him. ]

...Good.

[ Stiles goes easily with Derek, giving a small grunt when he's pulled on top of Derek, squirming around until he's settled against the man in a way that's comfortable for him.

He brushes his hand through his hair. ]

Get some sleep, grumpy alpha. I'll be right here.

[ He drifts off rather quickly after Stiles is settled. One arm is curled loosely around Stiles' waist while the other slips off the couch to hang over the side. His expression softens and it's the first time in days that he's been able to just sleep, pass out cold and feel like he's not in any danger (at least none that is immediate). ]

[ Stiles watches Derek fall asleep nearly immediately, and feels his heart clench at the soft expression that passes over Derek's face, and the way that the older man curls an arm around him. He brushes his hand through his hair until he's sure he's asleep, and then sets his head down against Derek's shoulder, nosing at the side of his neck and breathing deeply.

He falls asleep himself after some time, breathing matched with Derek's. ]

[ Derek manages six straight hours of sleep, which may put Stiles at a risk of his father finding out. He shifts, feeling stiff but warm and the added weight to his chest is a nice reminder that he hadn't just dreamed everything up.

He gave Stiles side a light squeeze. ]

Hey.

[ His voice croaks, sounding hoarse and dry. ]

[ His phone is on silent, not even vibrating, so he has no idea if he's missed a call or not from his father.

He stirs when Derek squeezes him, pressing his eyes close and then opening them, a flash of gold fading from them. ]

Uh. Good morning?

[ It's dry as well, but teasing. ]

Early, if it is.

[ He hummed, giving Stiles a pat as he moved to sit up, his eyes flashed red at the hint of gold from Stiles. ]

I don't know what time it is, I've been sleeping.

[ Stiles says it with a little protest, moving so that Derek can sit up, letting a smile grace his face. ]

Need something? Water, toothbrush, blowjob?

[ Okay he was joking on that last part. ]

Check you're phone.

[ Raising a brow at the last article of that comment, Derek decided it was best to just, ignore it. ]

You should get home.

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we should get others in on this if we can for hilariously awkward pack times

i. i know an isaac and she's busy ;A; same with the lydia

i know an isaac too but i think she's at work presently ;n; they know a jackson....

we'll see what we can round up?

sounds good to me!

/lazes

/procrastinates

lol we're so bad

blames the fanfics

always blame the fanfics

darn distracting fanfics

huhuhu

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