Hunger

Chapter Fifteen

A/N: Second update because I love you guys and didn't want to make you wait too long for the kissing scene, but I'm not updating Friday! So next update will be Monday. 

Derek

I knew I shouldn't be enjoying this. I shouldn't have liked the way Stiles straddled my lap with his fingers digging into my shoulders and his thighs in the perfect place for me to squeeze while he kissed me. I shouldn't have liked the feel of his heartbeat thumping faster and louder than normal when his bare chest was pressed up against my own. This was completely wrong for so many reasons, but I liked it. I loved it, actually. I loved how he bit my lip and tugged my hair. I loved his hands moving from my shoulders to cup my face to deepen the kiss. I loved kissing him. 

A knock on the door broke us apart, both of us breathing heavy, and I knew Will had heard us, but I didn't care. "Are you guys alright?" Will chuckled, because he knew what we were doing and was being a jerk about it. He just had to say something.

"We kicked you out for a reason," Stiles replied bitterly. He still didn't fully trust Will. Especially right now because he still had that drug running through his system and it was affecting him in more ways than one, obviously. I would like to think this would still be happening if Stiles wasn't dying, but I wasn't so sure. Stiles had admitted his feelings for me before, a couple days ago, but it was different. I had always liked Stiles, up until he started dating Malia. I let it all go after that. I stopped thinking about him and tried to stop flirting, or what I considered flirting. 

"Just a minute, Will," I said louder and in a less harsh tone. Stiles glared at me, but I only rolled my eyes. "Stiles, we have to talk about this," I whispered a few seconds later. 

Stiles shook his head quickly, tightening his arms around my neck. "No, if we talk about this, you'll decide you don't want me and then I'll be grouchy for the rest of my life." Stiles thought I didn't want him, yet here I was sitting on the bathroom floor with him in my lap, in his underwear too, and after we had just made out. Sometimes he amazed me, but other times I couldn't help but wonder how he could be such an idiot. 

"I like you," I started, pressing my finger against Stiles's lips because he tried to talk again. "I like you, but right now isn't the time. Our friends are missing, one being your girlfriend, if you haven't forgotten about her. Also, you're not you right now. So this-" I said, gesturing to the both of us. "This isn't going to work right now. Maybe in the future, if you still want this, but not today. Not right now."

"But--"

"Stiles," I warned. He was going to try to argue about this because that's just what he did, but I couldn't do it right now. Not while he had a girlfriend and while his best friend was gone too. It felt wrong to be happy when we should be focusing on saving the three of them. 

He sighed loudly, dramatically throwing himself off of me and scooting all the way across the floor. "You don't know what I want, Derek. I've tried twice already to show my feelings for you. I even told you once. I'm not trying anymore."

I looked at him, my mouth slightly hanging open because I had no idea what to say to him. "Fine," I muttered, and then, "fine." Even louder.