Sterek: Abandoned Stiles

Chapter Six

Push Derek away? Reject him fully? Somehow, Stiles knew the older told the truth about that, was honest. And the elder's statement just now before Derek retreated himself, worrying he had said too much, was too open with his thoughts towards him. And yet.. that promise hadn't fallen on deaf ears. Instead, he had touched something inside the younger, making him turn entirely towards Derek; after a moment's hesitation, Stiles went as far as to lay his right hand on Dereks' shoulder.

"...It's ok. For... for now, we get to know each other. That's something. So... that's not going to happen... the pushing away part." He said, partly to calm Derek, somewhat finding it was the truth. Sure, for the moment, Stiles was worn out emotionally, but... somehow, Derek had become something constant in his life, even though their short time knowing about each other.

"O... okay..." Derek whispers. Still not making eye contact with Stiles. He takes a moment to let his mate's touch calm him a little before looking up.

"Can... Can I please have a hug...?" He asks softly while looking back down, still feeling like he has pushed too much tonight. But he needs the comfort of his mate right now.

"...Yeah. After all, we had sex already, so a hug is totally in limits..." He tried a stupid joke, did what Derek had just asked him for now. Coming closer, he laid his arms around him, a bit loose maybe, but he did. He knew that wolves were more touchy than humans, needing physical body contact, its comfort. So what was a simple hug then? If it made Derek feel better?

When Derek felt Stiles hug him, he leaned into it, wrapping his arms around him tightly. Then, burying his face in the other's neck, he let out a pitiful whine.

"Thank you..." He whispers into his mate's neck. He was enjoying whatever comfort the other will give him.

"...It's ok. I guess... no need to thank me..." He replied, his voice low. A bit raspy, perhaps, raw but not stressed out or something like that at all. Even though he barely knew Derek at all yet, somehow... he was better company than some other people in his life had been recent. And that said much.

"I'm sorry for making you deal with me; I was supposed to help you, not the other way around." He whispers. He gives Stiles a slight squeeze before pulling away from him entirely.

"It's probably best if we get some sleep now." He tells Stiles. He begins to turn away from him to give him space, laying back down in the position he was in the beginning. He knew humans weren't used to how touchy wolves are, so he didn't want to push his luck anymore tonight.

"...Nah. I don't think so. We're both broken... why not help each other, then..." He replied, thus let Derek retreat from him now, watched simply as the other returned, then went to lay back himself as well. "...' Night. And... thank you. For... listening, you know?"

"Good night... And I will always listen to you..." He tells him. Before trying to fall asleep again, his mind abuzz with everything that has been said. He lays awake for a while, just listening to everything around him.

He had believed that from someone else, too. A long time ago, in fact, before his trust had been betrayed like that. Disregarded. Overnight though, Stiles happened to cuddle against Derek, maybe unconsciously needing the warmth. Perhaps the comfort, too, given Stiles felt lonely. Abandoned.

As Derek started to wake up, he felt a warmth against his back. It confused him, so he turned around to see what it was. He then came face to face with Stiles; he hadn't thought the other was comfortable enough around him to do that yet. But I guess he was wrong.

He couldn't help but drape his arm over the younger's waist and pull in closer. He closed his eyes again for a fee minute, just enjoying the warmth the other was giving.

Which didn't stir the younger awake, luckily. If anything, Stiles just snuggled a bit closer, his face, since he was asleep, resting, for the first time Derek was around, fully relaxed. No stress, anxiety, or anything like that in Stiles' face, the younger's breath slow, peaceful. After a while, though, he began to wake up, blinking sleepily up at him. Didn't grasp it right away; he was looking up at Derek, sleepiness still in his eyes. ".. 'orning.." He whispered, his voice scratchy. Tired.

Hearing Stiles greet him made Derek slowly open his eyes again. He also carefully pulled his arm back from the other; he didn't want him to freak out.

"Good Morning." He whispered back. "Did you sleep better this time?" He asked the younger.

"...A bit. I still dreamt bad stuff, but.. not on a nightmare level of bad. So.. it was an improvement. I guess.. ." He mumbled back, went a bit away from him now. Not hurried or scared, just measured. Slow. After all, he still wasn't quite awake yet. "...What about you?"

"I slept fairly well; maybe over time, you will be able to as well." He says. Watching as Stiles pulled away from him, but he didn't seem scared or afraid, at least. Which was a good sign; it meant Stiles was getting used to him now. At least a little bit.

"We should probably get up and start our days now. I hear Laura already in the kitchen making breakfast." He tells the other.

"...Yeah. That's a good idea," He agreed, giving Derek a short glance before he got up, grabbing a few clothes from his bag before he went into the bathroom first, changing his clothes. He was readying himself for the new day.

Which was a routine he had gotten used to in his time since he somewhat lived with the siblings. Had become closer to them, considering both his friends at this point. However, Derek was on a different level than it was with Laura, the two of them just in between friends and being more.

It was another evening, the three of them have decided on a movie evening, with popcorn, chips and a few DVDs to watch. And coke, of course, too. Stiles had become more lively since his arrival and had fallen back to his usual careless, always good-natured self, just about to open another dark drink bottle when his phone began to ring. A Call.