Holding On to You

Chapter 3

         It was a nice thought, to repair what Stiles probably did not know was broken, but Derek didn't take into account the resistance he would have to uphold to even speak to Stiles. A few days reduced to two, Derek feeling the lure much more powerfully than ever. This was a horrible idea, he cursed to himself, Stiles would never agree.

"Holy god!" jumped the boy, emerging from the hallway into his currently occupied bedroom.

Derek quickly stood, dusting off his jeans as if sitting on Stiles' bed left a sort of residue- a sticking desire despite the absence of touch, "Sorry."

Stiles raised his eyebrow, not believing that word was in Derek's vocabulary, let alone imprimitive to him, "Um, okay. What're you doing here? Danny's outta town, he can't trace the number until next week."

Derek shook his head, Stiles' figure blurring before him, "I'm not here about that."

The boy squinted, finding himself further confused, "Okay, we're back to what you're doing here."

"I-I need-" Derek couldn't think, his brain reverting back and forth within his skull, the very sight of Stiles taunting him, "I need you..." his speech lowered down to a mumble, Stiles refusing to believe the statement he just heard.

"You need what?" Stiles asked, suspicious eyes taken off Derek for a moment as he unzipped his hoodie.

         Derek swallowed loudly, practically becoming the fabric as it slid down Stiles' milky arms. He needed to touch Stiles like that- required it beyond any mere craving. His movements were slowed, hardly noticing before he had Stiles against the wall once again. He breathed heavily, confusion lacing his fearful eyes. Derek's own vision blurred, hardly shaping out the crevices in Stiles' skin before pressing their lips together.

         He felt the boy gasp, his hands pushing strongly against Stiles' shoulders, keeping him immovable to nothing but Derek's will. The wolf was drowning, sinking gradually underwater until nothing was left of the surface. He was lost within Stiles' cooperating lips. But then he was pulled up, Derek's heated body knocked back into focus as the cold wind of Stiles' hands pushed resistantly against his chest. They parted, Derek's tongue wishing it seized the nonexistent opportunity to explore Stiles' short-willing mouth.

         But it was over now, Stiles looking perturbatively up at Derek, "Get off me." Stiles ordered, teeth clenching in what oddly appeared to be anger. Keeping his vow in mind, Derek released him, eyeline following the boy as he darted out of arm's length. Stiles glanced back at him, but made certain to keep his distance, "What the hell was that?" he tried to ask calmly, fingers wiping any remnants of Derek's DNA off his lips.

"Uh," the beta faltered, not knowing how to respond to such a reaction. Fear, he could have handled, "I-I just kissed you."

"Oh really?" Stiles tilted his head to the side sarcastically, "I would've never known. I meant why!" his tone grew increasingly angry, Derek misunderstanding because he deemed that kiss, as short as it was, to be well above average.

"I had to." Derek replied, realizing after how little it improved.

Stiles squinted at him, disbelieving he was innocent in whatever just happened, "You really didn't."

"You didn't have to kiss me back, but you did." Derek pointed out, attempting to tear the embarrassment away from himself.

Stiles held his arms out to his sides, "You jumped me, what was I supposed to do?"

"I didn't jump you." Derek argued, seeming to find a sort of defense in this ridiculous row.

Stiles folded his arms, "No, you just held me against a wall so I couldn't move!"

Derek pressed his lips together, knowing that action could have ruined all chances of Stiles agreeing, "Look, I'm sorry. I couldn't help it."

"What're you talking about?" Stiles asked, the seriousness evident in his tone.

Derek sighed, not knowing how else to phrase his confession, "It's getting harder, okay? It's almost time and I don't know how much longer I can stay away from you!"

Stiles took a step back, the idea of someone uncontrollably wanting him shot a chill up his spine. But this wasn't an idea- this was Derek Hale, a werewolf he hardly knew, looking at him as if he was blood dripping off torn flesh. Stiles cleared his throat, not looking into Derek's eyes as he said, "I don't know what you're talking about, but whatever you thought was gonna happen here isn't, okay? I've never thought of you like that."

Why not, Derek couldn't help but ask himself, what did I do that repelled the boy so? Instead, he replied, "Stiles, you don't understand. If you just let me explain..." Derek trailed off, wondering how he would accomplish such a thing.

"I got it." Stiles assured him, "You thought you'd just come in here with your leather jacket and your huge biceps and think something was gonna happen. The only thing I don't get is why."

Derek glanced down at himself, briefly paranoid that his said leather jacket and huge biceps had something to do with Stiles' refusal, "I didn't think that. I was just coming to ask you for a favor."

Stiles remained utterly confused, "If it's that kind'a favor then no!"

It definitely was, Derek's hand pressing to his forehead, trying to ignore the consistent urge, "You're gonna have to." he said, a much darker tone than what he had prior.

Stiles swallowed, fear of Derek's strength and what he could make him do shooting through his bloodstream, "I don't have to do anything." uttered the boy, barely noticeable steps being taken away from Derek.

He clenched his teeth, lust swirling around his mind as he treaded toward Stiles, "Thinking that is only gonna get you hurt."

Stiles found his breath shortening once again, "Get out." he ordered, frozen in place as he prayed Derek wouldn't come any closer.

The wolf's eyes shut, wishing he would have said something else- anything else besides the truth, "Stiles, I didn't mean-"

"I said get out!" the boy repeated, this time more impassioned, "Jump out the window, use the door, take a helicopter- I don't care how just get out."

         Derek's instincts told him to ignore the boy- to take him right here despite the timing and what was said. He wanted to. However, the beta stood by his word; he would not give into his innate desire unless Stiles fully agreed. Nodding, Derek walked past the boy, exiting through the bedroom door. To his dismay, Stiles sighed in relief, an unnecessary weight seeming to lift off of him as Derek left. This would not do. Maybe if Stiles knew the circumstances- knew what was at stake if he didn't comply, then he might agree. Derek, himself, wasn't fully aware of the situation. He didn't fully know what was happening to begin with. After all the questions of which rang through Derek's mind to distract himself from the pulsating need for Stiles, maybe he just needed a little help.

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So a kiss. That just happened. 

Yay?