Sour Wolf and Big Mouth

Big Bad Wolf

This is for my little wolf cub @sparkle411 who wanted a second part of Little Red Riding Hood. Thanks for the request and reading. Enjoy my werepups!

Stiles ran into his house, shutting the door behind him, hand clutching the bottom half of his face. I don't believe it. Derek Hale, resident Sourwolf, kissed me. Must've been just an accident. "Yeah, only an accident." Stiles said aloud to the empty house. He shrugged off his red jacket and placed it on the hook. He couldn't get what happened out of his head. Derek's lips had been warm and firm against his own. He poured a  cup of cocoa and sat on the couch, lost in his own thoughts. Stiles sipped his drink and looked out a window on instinct. Derek was still stunned, standing outside. He looked briefly at Stiles, eyes blue and red. He huffed once before leaving. Stiles watched him leave. He sighed, fogging the window. "Stiles." Stiles dropped his cup with a shout and flail of his limbs. He turned around. "Derek! What the hell?!" Stiles screamed. The werewolf rolled his eyes. "Careful Stiles before you step on glass." Derek held his hand out for the human to take before he hurt himself. Stiles stared at his hand. "Come on Red. You can do it." Derek encouraged. Stiles grinned softly at the nickname before taking the older man's hand. Gripping Stiles' hand tightly, Derek pulled the human away from the mess he made. "I'll...help you clean that." Derek offered, looking at Stiles who was pressed against him. Stiles swallowed roughly. "Thanks Sourwolf." He said, trying to get away before it got awkward. (Well, more than it already was.) The wolf wouldn't let him get away. Stiles bit his lip and Derek's eyes followed the movement. "Derek," Stiles began. Derek looked back to his whiskey eyes. Stiles' breath caught, lost in a pool of green with flecks of brown and gold. The door opened. "Stiles, you here son?" Stiles was freed and he fell back on his ass. "Uh, in here Dad." He got back up on his feet. "What happened here?" John asked, looking at the broken shards of mug and hot chocolate. "I fell." Stiles lied. It was believable though. John sighed. "Son, we need to work on that balance of yours." John smirked and Stiles smirked. "I'll clean it Dad." John pointed at him with fake sternness. "See that you do." He ruffled Stiles' buzz cut. "Love you son." John said over his shoulder as he left the room. "Love you too." Stiles called back as he bent down and began to pick up the visible pieces. A shard was held out in front of his face by a tanned hand. "You missed one." Stiles looked up at Derek. "So is my dad your kryptonite?" Derek looked confused. "When Superman is exposed to kryptonite he loses his superpowers. So he tends to avoid it best he can. You avoid my dad the best you can. So my dad's kryptonite, Sourwolf kryptonite!" Stiles chuckled. Derek glared at him. "You brought it upon yourself, Derek! You messed with a geek!" Stiles screamed as he ran from the wolf. "Stiles?" John yelled. "Nothing!" Stiles yelled back, taking the stairs two at a time. "Who brought it upon themselves?" John asked as he turned to look at his son. "No one." Stiles replied, throwing the pieces of the mug in the trash. Stiles' phone buzzed in his jacket. He ran up to it . 

From: Sourwolf

You aren't out of the woods yet.

All while I did this, I'm listening to crack videos of Sterek in French trying not to laugh. I think I'm dying from the lack of laughing now.