One Night

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    It's not as if stiles wanted to be there, but he did. Derek and the teens conversations and night visits started to become more regular. Off and on. Derek watching over the teen with a horrid alpha threat. One week it would be every other day, the next Derek skips completely, and then on occasion- coughs-cought-correction-correction... three nights of two weeks Derek has stayed the night. One in the bed, one stiles doesn't actually know, and the final at his desk, searching about the few alpha they know of.

    Never had the older alphas visits been initiative between the two. No hints, or touches. Stiles is as clean as a baby, and as oddly sad as it is, he wishes he wasn't. Dork! Like every teenage boy, but he wishes he wasn't so clean to Derek's touch. Something in the man made stiles spring. Yet whatever it is about Derek that makes stiles want to be, for lack of better word, dirty, he will not act on it. They swore to stop that, and with this cute little, oddly satisfying yet completely depriving, mistake came a closer relationship. And the possible realization of homosexuality in stiles.

Either way right know, in this moment, stiles raised his flat hand to Derek and taunted the alpha about having three inches of room to punch through the wall. Except he knows he's only providing an inch, maybe, of space between his palm and Derek's- Ouch.

Stiles flipped onto the table holding his hand, mouth open with a small pained whine like yell. "Ow! Oh my god." Stiles pulled away, "he can do it, he can do it." He snapped holding his hand to his chest and passing a worried looking best friend, and glaring at a chuckling Peter.

Derek nods and pulls his arms over his chest again, crossing them. "Thought so." He resisted a smile at the playful tack in Stiles' whining. "No I didn't."

"Okay- Stiles are you okay?" Scott interrupts, immediately shushing the older men.

"Doing great Scotty." The human teen answered. The teen who still couldn't believe sacrifice's are being made and no one else seems to believe him. Except Derek, who'd sat in his room with him two nights ago learning about what Stiles pieced together is happening.

"Good. So let's finish this and get going, Erica and Boyd are waiting for us." Derek nods at the young wolf.

"I'll go in first, i can break the wall and then you come down." Derek leans over onto the table, bracing his hands.

Stiles makes his way back over, although the teen doesn't choose to stand beside Scott, he stands on Derek's right, crossing his arms, and dusting his shoulder to Derek's own. Peter quirks a brow at the sight, taking note of the comfortable closeness, despite Derek not likeing to be touched, and stiles earlier bickering with the man, he also notes Scott's obliviousness to the two. Either way, none of it mattered. What mattered was the fact that the group worked precariously to try and figure out the best way to free the two members of their pack.

    Stiles rolls his shoulders bouncing on his heels. He knows the plan, but it is quite a surprising plan. The teen absolutely does not want to be there right now. There an in school, but of course, alas, here he is at school with Isaac and Scott, at school with Derek, at school with two rabid beta werewolves who want to kill everything in sight.

    The teen drops the very strict attempts in cooking his nerves and settles with raising his cupped hands to blow on them. Of course he wasn't actually cold seeing as he was the one inside, the one who argent instructed with propping multiple werewolf emitters around the school in ways that they will direct the two charging death-aimed and dangerous. Stiles reached into his little grey duffel bag and grabs one of the few final emitters from the bottom, he raises the pointed end and slams it down against the metal of a random locker. The teen presses his hand hard in the top, raises it, and slams down again. The prime pushes in and stiles quickly presses a small button on the side with would snap out a few locking spikes.