This Is Going To Be Fun

John got home a little after midnight. He hung up his jacket & belt, & went to check on Stiles. His son was cacooned in his blanket in the middle of his bed. The sheriff thought that was sort of weird, since Stiles normally sprawls out on the bed, but he just shrugged.

 He was about to close the door when he heard a flush come from Stiles' bathroom. The bathroom door opened & Stiles walked through, only wearing sweat pants. He got in the bed & tried to push the other person over a little, but said person only grumbled. 

"Oh my God sour wolf, you're like a friekin brick wall. Move so I can cuddle up against you." 

There was a huff & then the cacoon moved, & ate Stiles along with the other person. 

"Ok no, I can't sleep like this & you know it." 

"Stiles, sshhh." John was surprised to hear a man's voice. 

"No, I will not ssh. Don't ssh me. How would you like it if I shhed you? Shh me, what the hells wrong with you?" 

Stiles moved the blanket from over their heads, & put it around them so Stiles feet hung out. John could see other persons face now, & he about ran down to get his gun. Derek Hale was in his son's bed. Stiles moved Derek so he was facing him, & a what almost sounded like a growl came from Derek. Stiles just hit his chest. 

"Stop it, I'm trying to get comfortable." 

"Well I was comfortable." Stiles rolled his eyes & placed himself in Derek's arms, wrapping his arms around Derek's waist. When Stiles was comfortable he placed his head on Derek's (bare) chest & closed his eyes, sighing in contentment. 

"I love you, sour wolf." 

Derek kissed Stiles' head, & grumbled what almost sounded like an I love you too. John didn't quite know what to do. But he decided to just sleep it off, & deal with it in the morning.

***

Stiles woke up to the side of his bed being kicked. He slowly opened his eyes to see his dad. Stiles groaned when he saw that his clock said eight. 

"Dad, why are you waking me up at this ungodly hour on a weekend?" 

"Breakfast is ready, I expect to see both of you downstairs in five minutes." 

And with that his dad left. Stiles was about to yell after him to ask him what he meant by both of you. But then he became very aware of the arms wrapped around him, & then he remembered Derek stayed last night. Stiles quickly sat up & looked at Derek frantically, who was looking at him with the same expression. 

"Did he just..?" Derek nodded. 

"I think so." 

"Well what are we going to do?" Derek thought for a second. 

"Well I have a feeling that if I jump out your window he won't think very much of me. I probably have a better chance if I endure the breakfast." Stiles smiled a little. 

"You want him to approve of you?" 

"Of course, he's your father. If we plan to have a future I'd like it to be with his consent." 

Stiles smiled again & kissed him. He put his lips against Derek's ear & whispered. 

"He's right out side the door isn't he?" Derek chuckled & whispered back. 

"Yes, but I meant what I said." Stiles smiled & kissed him again. 

"C'mon love, let's go endure the wrath that is my father's interrogation." Derek laughed & got up. 

"I think we better put on shirts before we do." Stiles looked down at his bare chest, & noted both of them were only wearing sweat pants. 

"Oh ya, that would be a good idea." He grabbed two shirts off the floor & threw one to Derek, both of them slipping them on. Stiles entwined their fingers & smiled at him. 

"Ready?" 

"I'm always ready when you're at my side." Stiles chuckled as he opened the door. 

"My god, you're such a sap." 

"You love it." 

"No I love you, there's a difference." 

Derek laughed as they made it down the stairs & to the kitchen. The smell of bacon was almost unbearable, & Derek would deny it if anyone saw drool dripping from his mouth. John just brought two plates of bacon, accompanied by pancakes & eggs, over to the table when they walked in. John looked up at them & noticed their hands were entwined. Derek almost let go, but Stiles squeezed his hand tighter. 

"Derek." 

"Sir." John smiled at him a little. 

"Please, it's John. C'mon, both of you sit." Stiles eyed his father suspiciously, but pulled Derek to sit down anyways. 

"Why don't you seem freaked out about this?" 

"Well I came home late from my shift last night & went to check on you. You were bundled up nicely in your blanket, which I thought was weird since the blanket most of the time ends up at the end of the bed with you. Right when I was about to leave you came walking out of the bathroom, & whom I thought was you, turned out to be Derek." 

Stiles shot a glare at Derek, but Derek just gave him a little shrug. John found it quite amusing to watch them have a silent conversation. 

"And why don't you seem upset that I had a man in my bed last night?" John gave him an unamused look. 

"Don't try & pretend that was the first time you guys had a sleep over." Stiles just gave him guilty smile. "And I'm not upset because before you went to sleep, you guys told each each other I love you." 

Stiles smiled at Derek, who smiled back at him. 

"Well we do." 

"And that's why I'm not upset. Although the age difference does worry me a little bit, you're almost eighteen & I trust you to make a smart decision with this." Stiles smiled at his father. 

"Thanks, dad." 

"Now that being said there are rules. If Derek stays the night, your door stays open at all times. You are not to stay the night at his house alone, & I'll be checking with Melissa before you stay the night at Scott's. Your curfew is ten on weekdays & midnight on weekends. Arguments?" 

John raised an eyebrow, daring either boys to argue, but they didn't. 

"Good. Now enjoy your breakfast." Stiles chuckled as he handed a fork to Derek, & dug into his own food. 

"Not that I won't follow them, but most of those rules are unnecessary. Derek has made it very clear that nothing is happening between us until I'm eighteen." 

"Stiles, don't argue with your father." Stiles rolled his eyes at Derek. 

"That's another version of shushing me, & we've talked about the shushing." Derek laughed, a fond smile on his face. 

"Sorry." Stiles smiled at him. 

"Mmhm." 

John sat back, an amused smile on his face. He could already see this relationship was gonna be fun.