Sour Wolf and Big Mouth

All of Me

I feel like this song practically describes Sterek. I love it!!

Derek's POV

I sat in my bedroom, closed door and windows. Darkness filled the room as I hugged my pillow that still smelled like Stiles. Damn Stilinski and his stubbornness! What would I do without his smart mouth, drawing me in and him kicking me out. He always had my head spinning, no kidding. He's hard to pin down. What was going on in that beautiful mind like a magical mystery ride? But now I'm so dizzy and numb. I don't know what hit me when Stiles walked out that door. I won't be alright.

Stiles' POV

My head felt like it was underwater and I couldn't breathe. My panic attack was slowly paralyzing me to the spot. I rocked back and forth, tears flooding my face. I wanted my crazy Sour Wolf when I was so out of my mind. Why did I leave him when all of me loved all of him? I shouldn't have lost my temper when he was just trying to protect me. I love all his rough edges and all his perfect imperfections. I felt real bad. He was giving his all for me and I felt like I was only half assing it. He was my end and my beginning. When I lost a lacrosse game, Derek always made me feel like I was winning. I whimpered as I hugged my knees to my chest. Derek, where are you?

Derek's POV

"Derek, where are you?" I lifted my head. Stiles was whimpering for me. I ran out of my house and went straight for the Stilinski house. I jumped up to Stiles' window. My baby was in the floor, hugging his knees and whimpering to himself. I opened the window and slid in. I picked up Stiles who cling to my shirt. "Shh...you're beautiful baby." I whispered in his ear as I sat down on his bed. "But I'm a crying mess. How am I beautiful?" He whispered back, tears on his lovely face. "Even when you're crying, you're beautiful too. I know the world is beating you down. I won't leave you again. I'll be here for every mood. You're my downfall Stiles. My lovely muse and my worst distraction. I love you Sti." I whispered in his ear as I began to rub his back. He nuzzled into my neck. "Der, can you put on the rhythm and blues?" Stiles asked against my skin. "Of course love." I said as I got up to put on his favorite disc. We both hummed the melody as it rang through the air. Stiles calmed down to the point where he was about sane again. We both sang as I rubbed his back. He laid down, pulling me with him. I kissed his forehead. We didn't stop singing, the music was ringing in our ears. The song ended and Stiles was asleep. "I love you baby boy." I whispered before kissing him softly. "I love every inch of you with you everything in me. I love your curves and all your edges. I love your perfect imperfections. You ended a dark part of my life and began a bright future for me and I can never thank you enough." I stroked his hair before pulling him in close and burying my nose in his neck. I inhaled the smell of cinnamon, Adderall and nutmeg. I inhaled the smell of home. Stiles was special. And I would always love him for it.

Stiles' POV

I woke up, my eyes sore and my head aching from crying last night. A huff of air moved across my neck making me freeze. "Go back to sleep." Derek mumbled against my skin. He pulled me in tight and rolled over so I was beneath him and his head was now resting on my chest. "Sourwolf!" I groaned. "You're too heavy!" Derek grunted. "M not." I pushed him off only for him to roll over and hold me like a teddy bear. "Deeerrr!" I whined. He placed a hand over my mouth. "Shhh." He kissed my shoulder. I rolled my eyes before closing them. If I'm stuck here I might as well get a nap out of it.

Derek's POV

Stiles was finally asleep. I put him down and ran into the kitchen. I dug around for the ingredients for chocolate chip pancakes. Stiles loved them with a mound of whip cream on top. Considering he was already a hyper spaz, he didn't need the sugar but I wanted to spoil my baby boy a little. He had a rough panic attack. I made the batter and spooned some into the pan. As they cooked, I grabbed the endless amount of whipped cream Stiles hoarded in the back of the fridge. I flipped the pancakes and set up a tray to take upstairs. I made a tower of pancakes and carried the whipped cream with me up the steps. Stiles sat up sleepily when I opened the door, rubbing his eyes. I smiled briefly. He was so adorable. "Those better have chocolate Sourwolf." He grumbled. As much as Stiles wanted his dad to be healthy, he himself had an issue with it sometimes. I kissed his cheek, setting down his breakfast. "They do." He smiled at me. "You're the best." He said before kissing my cheek. He began to eat. Now I've lived with wolves all my life but to have never met anyone with worse manners than Stiles. It was gross yet cute. "Whaddya we doin?" He said around a mouthful of food. I grimaced and wiped his mouth where whipped cream had landed. He swallowed. "I know what else we can do with the whipped cream." He said playfully. I looked at him in confusion. "What do you me-?!" He pulled down my pants and boxers, exposing me. He shook up he can and squirted the cold cream onto me. I yelped to Stiles' amusement. "Aww, is it too cold for my Der Bear? I'll warm it up for you Sourwolf." Before I could respond, Stiles engulfed my cock. "Shit!" I howled as he warmed my hardening erection. He pulled up when the whipped cream was swallowed. "Tastes so good Derek." He whispered before kissing my unshaven cheek. I pulled him into me and aggressively bit his neck. "DEREK!" Stiles screamed as I bit the spot under his ear. He clawed at my back as I mercilessly nipped and kissed his sweet spot. "Ahh! Derek stop, please!" He begged. I only stopped when the skin was red and beginning to bruise. "Why are you marking my skin you furry bastard?" Stiles whined as he slapped my shoulder. I grinned before nuzzling his cheek. "So all the world can see you belong to me." I murmured as I licked the tip of his nose where he managed to get whipped cream. He laughed and pulled away. "You and your wolf marking territory crap!" He mumbled around a mouthful of breakfast. I pulled on some boxers and jeans as he finished his pancakes. I pulled him onto my lap when he was finished. This was what home felt like.

Stiles' POV

"So we're together right?" I asked, breaking the silence. Derek kissed my neck and licked my cheek. "We never technically broke up." He purred. His warmth was making me drowsy. I closed my eyes. "Love you Der." I mumbled before falling asleep in his lap.