Sterek: Abandoned Stiles

Chapter Three

Derek pulled his mate flush against his chest, making sure he was comfortable. He placed a kiss close to his ear. "Of course." He whispers to the other.

He waits until his mate is asleep before continuing. "I'll always be here for you." He whispers again. Burying his face into the other guy's neck. Letting the scent of his mate lull him to sleep.

Always. Halfway asleep already, Stiles' mind only caught up halfway on that word, not registering it, however. Not sensing the stranger -Derek- implied already more with it than just this one night, this intimacy after which he had guessed they would go their separate ways again. Never to see each other again, just like a normal one-night stand was supposed to be. Anyways, the rest of the night went by without any other things happening until Stiles went restless the following morning. He was slowly waking up. Ugh.

He had been drinking too much, probably, given his head throbbed lightly, but bearable. Something else caught his attention more, though- a pair of warm, strong arms around him, warmth radiating from... Someone behind him? And he was... Naked? What had happened?

Derek woke up to the feel of his mate moving. He had a feeling that the other might freak out this morning, considering he had a good amount to drink last night.

He slowly tightened his arms around the other, not hurting him but bringing him closer to his chest. From here, Derek could reach him better, so he starts kissing his jaw and face. Hoping it would jog the other's memory of their activities a few hours ago. "Good morning." He says into his mate's ear. Waiting to see what kind of response he gets this morning.

Startled, Stiles somehow managed to wriggle his way out of the arms holding him, limbs flailing as he got to know the solid floor a bit better than he had intended. There was another man in his bed?!

Wide-eyed, he blinked a few times; his confused, still drowsy gaze fell onto Derek, whose name he couldn't recall at the moment.

What had... had happened? He felt sore, also his... well, his backside surely didn't throb lightly for no reason, would it?

"Who... who are you? What are you doing in my room?" He asked, albeit his voice may have one or two octaves gone higher as he spoke, grabbing his clothes hastily whilst he halfway crawled, halfway scooted away from the bed and the man on it.

"You don't remember? I didn't think you were that drunk last night." Derek says before standing up to grab his clothes. Not caring that he was nude, I mean the other had seen all of it last night.

Once he was dressed, he sat back down on the bed. "I think we should talk about what happened." He tells the other guy.

"Me? Not drunk? Dude! I had a few cocktails, if you didn't notice! " He almost squeaked back, went a bit further away, pressing his clothes to his still naked body. And refused to look at the other who now went back into them before taking a seat, now facing him again.

"There's... there's nothing to talk about. Not like I'm staying here long, so don't try to talk me into anything. Got it? I'm not interested in anything serious. So, if you have fallen, unexplainably, magically in love with me over whatever happened, I have to disappoint you... I'm a disappointment to everyone anyways, so it's better. Just... just grab your things and... go. "

"We need to talk, Mieczysław. You may not want to hear it, but we need to." He says gently. Noticing how scared his mate is, Derek just wants to help calm him down. He knows now is the time for him to let his mate know what he is.

"I realize you are trying to get away from something that happened. And what I'm going to tell you probably won't make you happy. But you have the right to know." He tells the other. Building up the courage to finally tell him. Because he won't be able to make it if his mate rejects him.