A Very Sterek Christmas

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

Stiles walks into the forest, the cold air burning his throat in the best way possible, and he looks around as he tries to see in front of him. The moon is bright in the air, showing him where to go and he looks around the woods as he tries to find out where he's going. He's looking for Scott's inhaler, he promised to bring it back to him, and he breathes out to watch his breath fog up the air. "If I was an inhaler where would I be?" Stiles muses, and he crouches down to look at the earth and dried leaves that litter the forest floor.

Stiles wishes that Scott would take better care of his things, ever since he became a werewolf Scott has been way too careless about his things, and Stiles looks around using the light from his phone to help when the moves under a tree. Stiles brushes his hand over something, it feels slimy and he makes a face to himself, and he looks around until he sees what looks to be red eyes in the dark that make him squeak in fear. "What?" Stiles mumbles, and he stands up until he thinks he recognized the face. "Derek? It's Derek, right?" Stiles says, pulling his jacket around himself more as he looks at the man in front of him.

"Yeah. What are you doing here?" Derek asks him, and Stiles turns towards him and he breathes out while he pulls his beanie down around his ears more. "This is private property. That means that you're not supposed to be here." Derek tells him, and Stiles chuckles as he hugs himself and he looks around as if he thinks that Scott's inhaler is going to appear out of nowhere for him.

"I'm looking for my friend's inhaler. You threw it at him and he dropped it on the way back. He's not the smartest." Stiles jokes, looking at him while he shakes his head fondly with a soft smile. "So what are you doing here? It's so late." Stiles says, looking at him. He's curious about the other man, he wants to know everything about him, and he looks around the woods with him. "I'm here for a reason but I looked it up, this is the edge of Hale land. Did you hear my loud breathing and want to investigate it?" Stiles asks him, smiling in amusement while he shakes his head. He hears Derek make a noise, a strange sound like a snort mixed with a scoff, and he looks at him.

"You do breathe loudly." Derek tells him, and Stiles laughs softly while he looks around before he sees something. Stiles leans down and it's not Scott's inhaler but a piece of a phone, and Stiles frowns before he tosses it to the ground with a soft sigh. "Your cheeks are pink. Do you want to come in?" Derek asks him, and Stiles looks at the direction that he hears his voice and he nods his head. "Start walking left." Derek tells him, and Stiles does as he's told.

****

Stiles cannot see much as he looks around, the house that Derek must be staying at is getting brighter, and Stiles can make out smoke coming out of the chimney. "Warmth." Stiles sighs, looking around at the place where he was standing. "This is nice." Stiles says, mostly to be polite but the room does have a sense of warmth. The rest of the house is burned or at least scorched, but this room seems to have been fixed up. Derek snorts, going to get something before Stiles can see him better after he lights a lantern, and Stiles chuckles. "Old timey." Stiles teases, and Derek chuckles. "You need a Christmas tree." Stiles says, and Derek rolls his eyes.

"Do I?" Derek asks him, and Stiles nods his head as he sits down next to the fireplace and he smiles to himself. "It's Christmas Ever. It's a little late." Derek tells him, and Stiles snorts.

"Yeah. You shouldn't be alone on Christmas." Stiles says, finding himself laying down on the floor. Derek watches him, curious about why this boy that Derek doesn't really know besides his scent and his heartbeat, and he hums. "I'm going to rest my eyes for a few seconds and then leave." Stiles says, and Derek hums as he sits down next to him.

****

Stiles wakes up when he hears the loud sound of birds chirping, and he feels warm arms around him. He hums to himself and he opens his eyes to see that he's being crushed against Derek's chest. It's warm, so warm that Stiles feels his eyes getting heavy again, and he checks the time. His father won't be home for hours, and he lays his head back down on Derek's arm before he allows his eyes to close. Best Christmas ever, Stiles thinks, and judging by the sound of Derek's snort he may have said it out loud.