a Whole Lotta Smut

chocolate chips and grocery list (sterek)

Still awake, and he couldn't even blame his stupid whacked out college sleeping schedule for it. Oh no, the only person he could blame was himself. He had forgotten the groceries for the week, his roommate Scott even made sure to have the grocery list taped to Stiles laptop. But like everything else he had to go and fuck it up, after eating his last cup o' noodles this evening he realized what had been nagging him for the entirety of the day. Scott of course was at his boyfriend Issac's apartment a s it had certainly slipped his mine. So he was starving and the constant pain in his stomach wasnt letting him close his eyes. He was praying because if it stayed like this he wouldn't be able to stay awake for his lecture at 8am which was in, sigh, 6 measly hours.

So when the scent of chocolate heaven drifted into his nostrils he prayed to god this was a blessing and not torture, and that who ever was backing at 2am wasnt a nut case.

Oh god, it's been forever since he had chocolate.

So when he climbs out of his bed to go beg for a delicious morsel, he has no shame. Its something he was blessed (or cursed depends on who your talking to) with since he was little, and decided it would be good to show everyone in Walmart his beauty mark under his left asscheek.

The pad of his feet can be heard throughout the hallway and serves as a distraction for the maybe embarrassment he will come to face if he has to beg. Stiles tells himself he'll handle it okay, and word vomit that ussauly comes out wont graze him with its presents, and he won't sound utterly ridiculous and squander his chances at saving his stomach.

Bot oh man, nothing prepares him for what's waiting for him in the communal kitchen.

Derek Hale, the tastiest man (emphasize on the word man) on campus, was in the kitchen making fucking chocolate chip cookies. Not to mention the heavens sent the babe wearing an apron, which only highlighted his blessed ass even more.

Oh fuck me.

"What?"

Stiles held in his groan when he realized he was staring and finally came to the conclusion he had to disappear from the face of the earth, because once again word vomit ruined his plan.

"Nothing, I was just admiring the, uh, cookies."
The smirk that ussauly grazed Derek's face was back and Stiles lowered his eyes because if he stared any longer he was sure to get a semi. The man seeped pheromones and the apron made his fucking irresistible, so Stiles assumes not making direct eye contact, was a good choice.

"Well, if you want to help me you can. I'm actually making this one for me friends' birthday tommorow."

Oh god bless this gave Stiles the perfect chance to get something to eat.

"Do you think I could have a few? I'm really hungry."

"Sure I'm positive they won't miss any."

The relived sigh is earth shaking as as it leaves his mouth and he's almost positive he sees Derek trying to hold in a laugh.

"Okay do you want to know the trust?"

Derek peeks at him from under his eyelashes making Stiles confession even easier.

"Sure...after you start mixing these. Fold, don't stir."

After he hands Stiles a large metal bowl filled with melted chocolate and confectionery sugar, he bends over at the waist to check the cookies in the oven, Stiles almost loses it.

"I actually came out here because I haven't gone grocery shopping for the week, and I haven't ate since 6."
"Oh don't be afraid to tell me like it is Stiles."