Blind Love - Blind Stiles - Sterek

12 killer breakfast

Stiles found his tools, bowl, whisk, measuring cup with brail on it, The ladle, the waffle iron. He set everything up and plugged the waffle iron in and got the waffle mix and then set out plates and got the syrup out.

Everything took time and he had to put everything in their special places in the kitchen.

Peters voice pipes up from the doorway. "You are very efficient."

Stiles smiles at the compliment. "Thanks. You have to learn to be efficient when you are down a sense. I enjoy being independent." Stiles filled the measuring cup to the line and then he poured the mix in the bowl and then added the water. He uses the whisk until he no longer feels any clumps.

It already smells good. Smiling he uses the ladle to get some of the batter and poured it into the waffle maker. He shut it and flipped it and then turned to the doorway. "You could get some juice and pour some glasses if you'd like."

"Sure thing." Peter's voice was near his fridge now. He was very quiet when he walked. He could always hear Derek clomping around but Peter was silent when he moved.

But he heard the clink of glasses and the juice being poured. As he opened the waffle iron and put the waffle on the plate he picked a piece and tasted it.

"mmm yum." Stiles grinned. "I have done it again! You can just call me Chef Stiles from now on." Stiles chuckled and poured another batch into the iron.

"Yes Sir Chef Stiles." Peter was laughing aswell. Peter had a nice voice. Not as nice as Derek's but still nice.

Once all the waffles were made he set the plates on the table and then made his way to the front room where he heard a drill going.

He called out for Derek a few times but the drill just kept going. Then he stepped closer and reached out and felt hard muscle tense and twitch under his touch. The drill stopped. "Hey. Breakfast is ready."

Then he felt Derek move and he was about to start moving towards the kitchen when suddenly he felt a hand on his cheek and a thumb slowly swipe over the corner of his lips. He gasped as he suddenly felt his core temperature skyrocket.

"Y-you had some batter..." Derek was saying in that deep smooth voice.

Stiles just wanted to throw this infuriating man on the ground and have his very naughty way with him. I mean you cant just tempt a man like that.

"I... made waffles..." Stiles said lamely as he felt his face heat up as Derek's hand slowly slid from his cheek.

Derek grunted and he could hear him put the drill down. "I like waffles."

The man was trying to kill him!

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Stiles was trying to kill him. The way he caressed his back between his shoulderblades like that with those long fingers nearly brought him to his damn knees. Then he was standing there with batter smeared across his cheek and corner of his lips.

Derek had had a gripping need to lick it off his face. But he had squashed that urge down and wiped it off with is thumb. There was no power on earth that could stop him from licking the batter from his thumb as he followed Stiles to the kitchen.

Peter just sat at the table looking down right glib. Eating his waffles.

Derek narrowed his eyes at him hard. Then Stiles had went over and gotten a small shaker with powdered sugar incase anyone had a sweet tooth.

But then the worst thing ever happened.

Derek had already sat down and was about to dig into his waffles when Stiles walked up to him and sat down. Right. On. His. Lap.

In shock he gripped Stiles' hips and felt his body react from that slender body being up against it. He grunted from the pain of getting so hard so fast.

Stiles had flailed and gasped and made a choking noise as he scrambled up off Derek's lap. He was a deep shade of red when he turned and started to apologize. "Oh holy fuck I am so sorry. I do that sometimes. I am sorry." Then Stiles reached out to the empty chair and made sure it was empty and sat down.

Derek was hunched over slightly trying to focus on anything to get his raging shaft to calm down. He replied back in a calm but deep hoarse voice. "It's fine Stiles. Thanks for breakfast."

The man was trying to kill him.