benchwarming | [ open au ] moon baby

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.

[ Stiles reaches down into his pocket to get his phone, wincing at the time. Well past dinnertime, though not terribly late, though there was a missed call from his father. ]

I should, yeah.

[ He looks at Derek, tilting his head. ]

Pack meeting later? For - all of this? [ he gestures between them. ]

[ He gave a nod. ] It'll be hard to explain it without someone getting... Upset about it if we don't call a meeting for it.

I think you mean Scott, there.

[ Stiles shook his head ruefully, sliding the phone back into his pocket. He stood, body stretching, feeling the bite mark ache as he raised his hands above his head.

Then he turned around to cup Derek's chin and pressed a kiss to his mouth, like a promise. ]

I'll see you later.

Mostly Scott.

[ He hummed, but couldn't help but think some of the others might be a little ticked to not find themselves informed immediately.

He leans into the kiss but when they pull away, he nods. ]

Yeah...

[ Stiles smiles at Derek slightly before he ends up leaving, calling his father as he does.

The meeting is the next day, before school. Before, because Stiles knows the secret will be out if they wait for after school. Jackson comes, and Lydia doesn't, but Stiles thinks Lydia will know by the end of the day somehow. So does Scott. The betas show up as well.

It goes not bad. Scott freaks out, Jackson looks a lot confused, and the betas... look a mixture of unsurprised and hopeful.

When Scott accuses Derek of corrupting him, Stiles snarls and resists the urge to pin him down until he submits.

Scott eventually 'gets it', or says he does, not that Stiles believes him. Jackson makes some smart ass remark and Stiles flips him off, turning to Derek as they all start shuffling out. ]

[ Derek remains stone faced through the entire meeting, telling them that not much will change, only Stiles position in the pack.

And that relationship between them, but he sort of played that off as a minor thing as that was more a concern between himself and Stiles rather than the pack as a whole. Should their relationships change with him, well, that was theirs.

He leaves it up to Stiles if he wants to call them mated, but essentially most will just feel more of an urge to follow what Stiles has to say in a similar manner as they tend to do with Derek as their alpha.

He tries to keep it brief as they do all need to get to school and if there are any questions, they can stop by later to ask. He would do his best to answer them.

When all of them start to file out, Derek takes a seat. ]

[ He knows Scott is lingering in the doorway, and he levels a look at him, but then moves over to Derek, resting a hand on his shoulder and then swinging around so that he can lean down and press their foreheads together. ]

What did I tell you?

That Scott would be upset?

[ A sigh escaped as he felt Stiles' forehead brush against his own. ]

You have all day to sort it out with him.

He'll get over it.

[ He insists that point, reaching a hand up to brush it through Derek's hair. ]

I could stay. My grades are fine, and I'll just tell my dad I wasn't feeling well...

You know I wouldn't keep you, right?

[ He looks up at Stiles, though the hands in his hair do feel nice. ]

..From school. [ He added, realizing how it might sound without those particular words. ]

blames the fanfics

always blame the fanfics

darn distracting fanfics

huhuhu

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we could timeskip to after the meeting? :|a

it would probably be easiest if we did :|b

boop boop I figure you can write in Derek reactions idk

I can and will. c:

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