High on Zipping into Love

High on Zipping into Love: Chapter #8

When they get back to Stiles's house, Derek walks Stiles to his door. Stiles unlocks the door and looks at Derek, a bit coy from under his eyelashes. "Do you want to come inside?" he asks in a whisper.

Derek swallows and nods, following Stiles inside the house. Stiles locks the door behind and the two of them hang up their jackets. The air is charged and Stiles swallows, wetting his suddenly dry lips with his tongue. He gestures towards the kitchen. "Wine?"

"Please."

Stiles gestures to the couch. "I'll get the wine if you want to take a seat."

Derek smiles and makes his way to the couch while Stiles turns and heads to the kitchen to get the wine.

Once they each have a glass of wine, they pick their conversation from dinner back up.

"So, why Howlin' Heights?"

Stiles grins. "Well, my mom loved wolves and we would go to this wolf sanctuary as often as possible. I've always loved them because of her. I remember going to an amusement park one summer and although I had a lot of fun, there was just too much noise. When I came up with Howlin' Heights, I had this desire for a place that would be exciting, fun and challenging but that it wasn't suffocating. So, howling up in the trees seemed perfect to me."

Derek sips his wine not taking his eyes off of Stiles. "The passion you have is infectious."

Stiles blushes and sips his wine to hide his grin, but Derek still sees it.

"Just like your smile."

"Oh, hush you," Stiles says. "What about you? Why teaching?"

Derek sets his now empty wine glass down. "Well, I used to get home from school, take all my stuffed animals and turn my room into a mini classroom. I'd then teach them what I learned that day. I would read to kids at the library in the summers. I guess being able to share what I've learned with others is amazing. My first day I was so nervous but at the end of the day I had a little girl named Sophie come up to me. She didn't say a word, but she handed me a pink butterfly sticker with this shy smile on her face." Derek smiles as he remembers that day. "She could tell I was nervous but I helped her and so she helped me. I still have the sticker too."

Stiles sets his empty wine glass on the coffee table and tucks his left foot under his right knee. "You know you're pretty amazing Der? Seriously, I must have saved a hundred orphans in a previous life to deserve you."

Derek's cheeks flush again and he shakes his head. "I don't know that I would say I'm amazing, Stiles."

He blinks realizing that Stiles is much closer than before. "I would," Stiles whispers as he brushes his knuckles against Derek's cheek and leans closer. "I would," he says even softer.

Derek's fingers drag up Stiles's forearms before one hand grips his waist and the fingers of the other hand thread into the hair at the base of Stiles's neck. Their lips meet in a need-filled heat. Their kisses start to become almost desperate. Derek wants to draw out more soft moans from this beautiful man. Stiles's arms slip around Derek's neck pulling him closer. They lose track of how long they've been kissing, and Stiles pulls away first, both other their chests heaving at the intensity of what they just shared.

Stiles searches Derek's face. "I-I...Derek, I had an amazing time tonight. Seriously but I can't just–I have Olivia and if this is just a o-one time thing then I–"

Derek cuts him off with a chaste kiss that Stiles deepens, before pulling away and offering Stiles a reassuring smile. "I'm not going anywhere. I wasn't expecting anything and if we keep seeing each other, which I hope is something you want as well, I don't have expectations."

Stiles swoons. "Really?"

"Really."

"Thank fuck!" he exclaims and captures Derek's lips in a hungry kiss that gets deeper and more intense. They resume their dance of tongues and relax into it now that they acknowledge they don't want this to be just a one time thing.

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It's nearing midnight by the time their conversation and kisses have ended, neither of them moving from their position curled up on the couch. There's no obligation or reason for them to move. Derek rubs small circles on Stiles's thigh with his thumb and Stiles hums at the ministrations.

"Will you stay?" he asks softly.

"If you want me to."

Stiles tilts his head up and meets Derek's eyes. "I want you to."

Derek smiles. "Then I'll stay."

Well, Stiles just has to kiss that smile and so he does. With a few more kisses exchanged they heave themselves up off the comfortable couch and Stiles leads the way to the master bedroom. "I have some pajamas you can borrow unless you're a boxer guy. The bathroom is through there and I think I have a toothbrush in here somewhere." He starts rifling through a drawer under the bathroom sink. He begins to ramble.

Derek simply leans against the doorway with a soft smile. He doesn't remember the last time he felt like this. "If you're okay with it I'll take a pair of pants. I am wearing boxer briefs currently."

Stiles's eyes darken and he clears his throat. "Right!" he squeaks. "Here's a toothbrush and while you uh...while you teeth your brush...I mean while you teeth your teeth..." he groans his face flushed.

Derek chuckles and kisses Stiles's cheek. "While I brush my teeth, you'll get pants for me?"

"Uh huh," Stiles says before darting back into the bedroom. He brings Derek a pair of pajama pants already having changed into a pair himself. He brushes his teeth while Derek changes and well can he really be blamed if his eyes wander? He thinks that if Erica were here—though he's really glad she isn't—that she would be encouraging him to appreciate the beautiful work of art in front of him. Although when Derek catches him looking, he may or may not have accidentally or on purpose deep throated his toothbrush.

Derek is blown away by Stiles's lithe body because while he knew logically the man would have muscles he wasn't prepared for muscles. His eyes rake over Stiles's bare back and chest appreciatively as they both climb into bed and settle under the covers.

"I'm glad you stayed," Stiles says after a few minutes.

Derek pulls him close and kisses his nose, laughing when Stiles wiggles his nose. "Me too."

Stiles yawns and melts against Derek, pressing a kiss to his pulse point on his neck. "Can we do this again?"

"I would hope so. I just got you. I don't plan to let you go if I can help it." He feels Stiles smile against his throat.

"Me too. Goodnight, Derek."

"Goodnight, Stiles."