Blind Love - Blind Stiles - Sterek

Morning

Stiles yawned and stretched. He felt his back pop in a couple of places and the soft warmth of his bed felt so nice. But soon enough that pleasentness was overcome by the feeling of dried seed in his boxers. Damnit. Another wet dream.

He remembered how damn amazing the dream had been. Derek had pushed him up against the counter and his hot calloused hands had been all over him. Down his pants and stroking him. He had kissed him and tasted like mint. He had pushed him over the counter and ripped his clothes off him growling and cursing into his ear as he had taken him hard.

Stiles smiled at the memory of the dream. Derek had been a sexy beast. It had been amazing.

Wait...

Was... was Derek still here? There was a shuffling sound in the living room. Damnit. He had a wet dream with Derek in the living room. Please please let him not have been vocal. Not this time. Please. '

Stiles slipped over to the door and reached for the knob. There was nothing there. Empty air. No no ... his door had been open. Idiot. No. Okay calm down. There is no way Derek had heard him. Maybe he was quiet... Please.

Stiles shut the door and quickly got dressed in sweats and a teeshirt then grabbed up some new clothes and high tailed it to the bathroom.

"Hey youre welcome to eat anything in the kitchen." Stiles called out as he touched the bathroom knob.

"Why thank you Stiles." Peter's voice sounded amused from a few feet away.

Stiles stopped and tilted his head towards Peters voice.

"No need to worry. Derek went to go get you a new door. I am here baby sitting your place till he gets back." Peter sounded like he was sitting on the couch.

"Oh." Stiles replied feeling a heat crawl up into his cheeks. "Uh... thanks. I am going to shower." Stiles stepped into his bathroom and frowned as he shut his door. Setting everything in its place he took the time to turn the water on.

Was Derek avoiding him? No way... nothing happened. Right? Ugh...