𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙙 | 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘬 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘥𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘢𝘶

number nine

The engine puled as the two sat in comfortable silence. No unnecessarily stupid arguments disrupted their morning, no unnecessary words were exchanged.

Stiles woke up to warm breaths tickling him on the forehead as he found himself wrapped around somebody's arms. He soon discovered he didn't have clothes on and somebody else's skin was brushing against his own. He looked up to see the sleeping peaceful face of the sourwolf he so utterly couldn't stand only a week ago. He blushed, remembering events of last night. He couldn't help it. 

He thought maybe if they were in a movie, Derek would wake up right at this moment and would say something cheesy of a line like: "You planning on staring at me all day?" but he didn't and Stiles was glad because he hoped the two wouldn't turn out this way.

He carefully removed himself from under the arms holding him down and sat up, the blanket sliding off his chest, which, he noticed, was covered in hickeys all the way to his lower abs. He glanced at the clock on the nightstand. 9 am. He turned around, Derek was still asleep.

,,Derek," he said and shook the sourwolf to wake him up. He only growled and buried his face in the pillow, obviously not in any interest of getting up any time soon.

Stiles rolled his eyes and stood up from the bed, cracking his back and neck and stretching out. He instantly felt a sharp pain in his... southern area. He threw his head backward, eyes closed in defeat. He knew the car ride is going to be very uncomfortable. He found his bag and put on clean boxers. 

He turned at the sleeping sourwolf again and reached out to him.

,,Get up, we have to get going, we're already an hour behind schedule," he said and shook him harder but still only receiving a growl in return. ,,Come ooon," he whined. ,,Get up get up get up!" he started poking him in the arm but got no reaction whatsoever. He frowned and rolled his eyes in frustration.

This is just annoying.

He thought for a second, his eyes wandering off to the pillow Derek was lying on.

He harshly extricated it from under Derek's arm, the sourwolf muttering a quiet and confused "what the hell?", and heavily slapped him over the head with it. ,,Get up!"

Derek's eyes shot open and he lifted himself up on his elbows in surprise, frowning instantly, offended by the rough awakening. 

,,Okay, you're not nice in the morning," he mumbled but stood up, and just like Stiles did a minute ago, he stretched out, the boy getting a good view on his muscular torso. But not only that. He got caught up in the moment for a few seconds, not wanting to let Derek out of sight.

,,Didn't you get a good look last night?" Derek said casually and Stiles immediately looked up at him.

,,You didn't exactly give me time to look."

,,Oh, right," the sourwolf laughed. They didn't say anything for a second, just nervously standing opposite each other, awkward smiles on their faces until Stiles spoke up.

,,Your thing is still showing," he mumbled and cleared his throat.

Derek looked down and maybe a little too late he realized that he didn't have boxers on. He quickly covered himself up with a blanket, locking eyes with the boy afterward who was just standing there.

,,I'll just go to the bathroom," Stiles said as an excuse to just get out of there and disappeared. Derek couldn't hold back a laugh when he saw how freaked out the boy looked.

Stiles hit his head against the wall a few times in frustration because of course, it was going to be weird. How could it not be? They slept together for god's sake! Stiles still couldn't quite comprehend it but managed to get ready, and when he walked out of the bathroom, Derek was already dressed.

But it could have been worse. The two didn't need a constant conversation to be comfortable around each other. Although Stiles thought differently, especially after last night, where they pretty much got the closest two people can possibly get.

So, when they walked out of the hotel and have been driving in light rain for 20 minutes, it wasn't so bad. Until Stiles finished drinking a whole water bottle.

,,I have to pee.

,,We just drove off."

,,Didn't you see me drink all this just now?" Stiles lifted the empty bottle to Derek's face.

,,That's your problem."

,,Come on, I'll pee on you if you don't stop the car."

,,This is your jeep, you wouldn't pee in it."

,,You're right, I really wouldn't want to. But if you don't stop the car, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to."

,,You have no endurance."

,,Fine, you can think that, but while we're having this discussion, my bladder is actually about to explode."

,,You can actually last 15 more minutes after you think you can hold it anymore, so please do."

This is like talking to Coach.

,,That applies when you're physically exhausted, not in this case. Look, can you just stop the car?!"

,,Okay," Derek rolled his eyes, hiding a smile. Of course, he was going to stop, he just wanted to tease the frustrated boy next to him.

He stopped at the curb and looked at Stiles expectantly. 

,,Finally. Alright give me your jacket," the boy said.

,,What?"

,,Come on, mine is in the trunk, I don't wanna get wet!"

,,You're not peeing in my jacket!"

,,Oh, like that matters to you after last night," Stiles gave Derek a look, knowing he won.

Derek was prepared to say something back but Stiles did catch him off guard. His mouth hung open before he collected himself and shut up, annoyedly reaching for the jacket on the back seat and handing it to him. Stiles had a smirk on his face.

,,Thank you," he enunciated on purpose. 

He put it on and ran out of the car, disappearing into the trees. Derek sighed. He was glad things weren't especially awkward between them and they could casually talk to each other. He was really scared he would mess it up but Stiles, apparently, had better plans.

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Derek was driving and Stiles was just looking out the window. He didn't know what last night meant for Derek or him and if they are - or should be - something, but they didn't have to talk about it now. They didn't have to decide. It was just one night after all. Besides, they didn't even have time for this. They had to save their friends and deal with whatever their local Stabby Joe had planned for them this time. And who knows how long that was going to take.

Derek glanced at the boy next to him, smirking.

,,Stiles?" 

,,Mhm?"

,,You wanna turn on the radio?"

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el fin

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word count: 1160

thanks for reading ig

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why can't a bike stand on its own?

because it's two-tired

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