Blind Love - Blind Stiles - Sterek

Derek's Specialty

Derek hauled the door up 5 flights of stairs. He had taken his time getting the door this morning. He needed some time alone to think. Of anything but... anything but silver eyes and pink lips.

He set the door down beside the open empty doorway seeing Peter playing with Stiles cane in the livingroom as he heard the shower was going. "Put that back where you found it Peter." Derek growled at his uncle.

Peter just smirked over at him as he twirled the cane. "Calm down nephew. It's fine. He's in the shower."

"Put it back or I will shove it up your ass." Derek growled as he got into his toolbox and grabbed what he needed.

"Touchy this morning are we?" Peter got up and set the cane back where he found it.

"You try not getting any sleep when-" Derek was inturupted by his pain in the all uncle.

"No wonder the poor boy looked so worn out and flushed. You animal. So how was he in bed? Are those lips as talented as they look?"

Derek dropped the hammer on his foot and cursed a blue streak as he leaned back on the doorway.

"Damn they must be good. You dirty dog." Peter was chuckling at him.

Derek was an inch away from beating his own uncle senseless. "Shut up. Nothing happened!"

Peter just chuckled again.

They heard the shower go off and Derek busied himself with putting in the new door.

Stiles came out of the bathroom a few minutes later with his hair still kind of damp sticking up in that messy way that seemed normal for him.

He was wearing jeans and a batman tee shirt. Derek wondered how he knew which shirt he had on but then he noticed that the emblem was slightly raised on the shirt. He could feel it. Made sense.

"Morning Derek, Uh are you still here Peter?" Stiles was looking towards the door where the sound of tools were.

Peter smirked as he walked up beside Stiles. "Yup Im still here."

Stiles jumped a little.

Derek wanted to snarl at his uncle. "Morning." He said proving he was here too.

"You guys like waffles?" Stiles asked perky and smiling.

Derek hesitated. He did like waffles but he didn't understand where this was going.

"Oh we love waffles." Peter said with his lips in a wicked smirk.

"Great its one of my specialties." Stiles smiled big and bright and he stood straighter and his chest puffed up a bit. It was cute.

No it wasn't. It was not cute. Derek frowned at himself. But his stomach growled for him telling him that he did infact want some waffles.

"Oh the I will be happy to help you." Peter chuckles as he gave Derek a look with one brow arched.

Derek decided it was time to put Peter in his place. He pointed right at Peter and then drug his finger across his throat. The warning was plain as day. I am watching you. I will kill you if you mess with Stiles. Yes it was over reacting. But everyone always said that was Derek's specialty.