Through the years

17.

Warning: Smut

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"C'mon," Derek sighed as he kicked the door closed, struggling as Stiles was wrestling to go back down the stairs and fight Jonah. 

He eventually succeeded in getting the brunette inside and he sat Stiles down on the bed. 

The wolf crouched down, taking the brunette's shoes off, putting them aside and helping him out of his suit jacket and tie. 

Derek then proceeded to open a few buttons down to make the human more at ease and Stiles wiggled his eyebrows at that. 

"You look ridiculous." Derek chuckled as he looked up at him in amusement.

"I like where this is going." Stiles said, approaching his face from Derek’s and completely ignoring the wolf's statement but Derek pushed his head away and the brunette tsked in return. 

"Go change in the bathroom."

"Nah." Stiles shook his head, regretting doing so as soon as it started to spin and he laid down on the bed with a grunt, his arms spread on top of his head before letting out a loud sigh. 

His eyes looked around the room before they fell on the wolf again and he stared at him. 

"You know, you do remind me of someone I know!" Stiles exclaimed out of nowhere, his feet moving side to side, resembling a child as he pointed at the wolf who had taken his own shoes, jacket and tie off. 

A few buttons had come undone as well and the wolf felt like he could finally breathe again. 

He really hated those damn suits.

"No way." Derek deadpanned, deciding to humour the brunette who nodded widely in return. 

"He's like this tall dude," Stiles started to explain, his hand shooting out in the air to demonstrate just how tall the said ‘dude' was. "never smiles, grumpy all the time, moody and snappy and tall." he told the wolf, repeating himself without realising. 

Drunk Stiles was ridiculous.

"I'll arrange for you guys to meet if you want. But make sure to not, I repeat, do not get intimidated by him. His ego is big enough as it is. His name is...what's his name again...Derek!" Stiles said with a snap of his fingers in victory before his face dropped in surprise. "You guys have the same name too! How crazy is that? This is fate, I tell you!" he said enthusiastically and Derek rolled his eyes, sitting down next to him on the bed. 

The wolf never thought he would be able to see the brunette in such a state.

It was amusing in a way.

"So, as I was saying, he looks super scary and shit but do not fret!" Stiles exclaimed, raising his arms in the air, hands opened wide towards the  wolf. "Because, even though the pack doesn't know this, he's super kind! Well," the brunette chuckled, obviously remembering something. "not with me but he has a soft heart for the pack." he told the wolf and Derek frowned.

"Why isn't he kind to you?"

"Who knows?" Stiles laughed again, waving his foot in front of the wolf's nose before dropping it back down. "Not me, that's for sure. I mean, now that I think about it, this is odd really. I didn't do anything to him. Well, apart from the whole we got him accused of murder and he became one of the most wanted criminals around town thingy." Stiles chuckled and Derek decided to ignore what he had just heard completely. 

He had a feeling he wasn't supposed to hear this. 

"But like, Scott was just searching for his inhaler, you know. We didn't know we were on Hale property. We didn't even know he was back in town. But...hold on a second...that doesn't even make sense. Why wouldn't he be mad at Scotty too? Well...he isn't, like, the kindest to Scott either but..Derek....out of everyone, I think he hates me the most." he said with a frown and Derek heard how he was telling the truth.