Hangover

Chapter One - Part 7

Somehow, Derek and Stiles manage to avoid any sort of awkward silence that usually would occupy a car with two guys, who barely knew each other. Derek kept telling Stiles about things they did the night before. Stiles asked him how they ended up hanging out the whole day after the party. And Derek answered.

"Well... Around 4 in the morning, people were still at Lydia's." Derek said, Stiles listening intensely, like a five year old, listening to a bedtime story. "Some had passed out, some just... Randomly decided to have a sleep over there, and some had gone home. You'd stayed. You were passed out in the couch. And, since I was pretty tired myself, we stayed like that. We literally 'slept together'." Derek gave Stiles a look, who just rolled his eyes back.

"Anyway..." Derek continued, smiling. "Later on, I woke up, around... 11 maybe? I tried to wake you, but you were so passed out, it was impossible. So, I carried you."

"You carried me?" Stiles said in disbelief.

"Yeah." Derek said, and frowned. "Why?"

The only thing coming to Stiles' mind was muscles. Derek's bicep was tightly fit into the black, tight t-shirt of his, and it looked gorgeous... And don't get me started on the rest! Stiles tried to take his eyes (and mind) off of them, but OMG how can a man be this perfect!?

"No reason..." Stiles finally murmured for an answer, and Derek continued his storytelling.

"I would have driven you home, but I had no freaking idea where you lived. So, I took you to my place, hoping you could tell me when you woke up. A while later, you did. Wake up, I mean... I made us some food and you ate like you hadn't eaten in weeks. I mean, I know I can cook, but I'm no master chef!" Stiles both smiled and blushed a little, but Derek didn't notice. "Then, uh... I have absolutely no idea where you got it from, but... You took out some... Weed. From you back pocket."

Stiles eyes widened. "I got high!?" He said, in a... Loud whisper.

"WE got high." Derek corrected.

"Wow..." Stiles murmured. He always thought the first time he got high would be with Scott, just the two of them. " I mean, I've always wanted to try," he told Derek, " but, you know... Would be fun to remember!"

Derek gave him a look, and laughed. "I don't think you would want to remember that."

"Having sex with you? Yes, I think I do." Stiles said, without thinking, and silence hit the car. Derek seemed surprised, but amused. He shook his head.

"No you wouldn't." Derek said. Stiles was about to start an argument, but Derek cut him off. "Just, take my word on this one. That is not how I would've wanted our first time to be like."

Stiles stayed quiet, just looking at a Derek. He'd sounded like, since the first time didn't work out exactly the way he would have liked, he wanted to try again. I wouldn't mind that... Stiles thought to himself, but immediately regretted it, thinking of what might happen to his... Thing, if he allowed his mind to wander off.

Stiles saw that they were close to his house, so he asked Derek to stop. He did, pulling up next to a random house.

"Why?" He asked, but then noticed the packet of cigarettes Stiles took out of his pocket. Stiles saw how Derek looked at then pack in his hand.

"Yeah, I know." Stiles said, fiddling it between his fingers. "Only one out of many bad habit. I don't know if my dad's home, but I'm not risking it, you know." Stiles pushed the door open, about to leave, when Derek reached over and grabbed him by the arm.

"Forgetting something?" He asked. Stiles' mind spun and flipped around like a roller coaster inside of his head, looking for an answer, because he obviously had no idea what Derek meant.

"... Thanks for not-being-an-axe-murderer...?" He spat out randomly, immediately regretting his choice of words. Derek smiled at his answer... before he pulled Stiles in and kissed the living shit out of him.

Once Derek let go, drawing his tongue and lips from Stiles' swollen one, Stiles was a pile of goo in his seat. He no longer worried about getting home to his dad in time or not, he felt like he's only true wish in life was to stay right here, in this beautiful car, with this beautiful man and have beautiful car sex, FOREVER. Stiles' eyes flickered over the back seat, wondering in how many different positions they could possibly do it in...

"You should go." Derek said, letting go of Stiles and putting an end to Stiles awesome, but not-so-likely-to-happen, imagination. "Before your dad gets worried." Stiles sighed.

"Yeah. Yeah, okay." Stiles said, then climbed out the car. Standing up outside, he felt the cold wind against his skin, pulling his hoodie closer. Right before he was about to slam the door shut, Derek leaned over, meeting Stiles eyes.

"I'll see you later. Alright?" He said, and Stiles blinked several times, just out of surprised. He really likes me doesn't he? Stiles thought, a smile spreading on his lips. Derek noticed, and smiled back.

"Alright." Stiles answered, and shut the door. He watched as Derek drove off, his Camaro disappearing on the dim lit road.

Stiles wandered over to the sidewalk, before fishing up cigarette from the pack, still in his hand, and lit it. He sucked in the smoke, destroying his lungs, before he blev it out into the cold air. God, he felt like he hadn't had a cigarette in ages, when actually it had probably only been a day or two.

Derek didn't leave Stiles' mind the whole evening. On the whole way home, Stiles thought of Derek. Over dinner, when his dad asked where he'd been all afternoon, Stiles said "with Scott", but thought of Derek. When Stiles jerked off in the shower later, he thought about Derek. And when he got in bed, he thought of Derek. The whole night he thought of Derek, and wondered when he'd see him again.

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A/n:

I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING!!!
And this chapter wasn't supposed to be this short, it was supposed to be another part with Scott in the center of it all... But yeah, there you go.

But really, there's no excuse. Unless I became suicidal all of a sudden. WHICH I DID NOT, thank you very much!

Anyway...
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(...yes, I switched name since you last saw me. LOL. I just thought since that's who I am on a few social media, I figured I'd be better. Simply as that!!! Ok BYE.)