Sterek Shorts

Chapped Lips

Stiles and Scott came into the house, cheeks red and lips chapped. They peeled off their layers as the snow caught of them fell to the carpet.

"I told you two to go in through the back," Derek sighed.

"It's cold back there," Stiles argued.

Scott grabbed his clothes and brought them to the laundry room. Derek met Stiles at the front door.

"Ooh, yes, come here." Stiles hung his arms out.

Derek held his breath as his body was used for warmth. He set his arms around Stiles, rubbing his back.

"What were you guys doing out there anyway?"

"I had to check on the Jeep. Then we ended up in a snowball fight."

Derek nodded. "I take it you won."

Stiles sighed, burying his head in Derek's chest. "Don't remind me."

Derek chuckled, cupping Stiles's head as he gave him a soft kiss.

"You should get some chapstick."

"You're one to talk," Stiles scoffed.

Derek felt his lips before reaching into his pocket and covering his lips with the watermelon chapstick that Stiles kept stealing.

"Here," Derek held it out.

Stiles looked at him, then the chapstick, then back at Derek. He slung his arms around his neck.

Urging himself up, Stiles decided Derek's lips would be more effective. His kissed him.

As he pulled back with a smile, Stiles said, "I really do love that chapstick."