Bad Days

Stiles' Bad Day

"Stilinski pick up the pace!" Coach shouted. Halfway across the field Stiles hurled himself forward. They had been doing suicide runs for twenty minutes and he was quickly losing steam. Stupid Greenberg Stiles thought. If he hadn't missed the ball and let it knock over coach's coffee they wouldn't be doing the stupid run. Wheezing he made it to the end of the field and turned on his heel throwing the last of his energy into making it back to where coach was standing. He finished second last and his muscles burned as he stopped beside Scott. Jackson and Danny were talking to each other and to shut them up the coach started blowing his whistle. After the fifth screech Stiles started to imagine crushing the metal into teeny tiny pieces. "Alright ladies you need to pull it together. If you want to beat Eagle high next week you all need to give double, no, triple the effort you gave in that practice." He said blowing his whistle one more time. "Hit the showers and don't be late for class!" With that he turned and marched off to prepare for his first class. Stiles hated morning practices and knew he'd be sore all day. Before the twenty minutes of suicide runs they had had a two hour practice. Other than the strain on his muscles Stiles had accidentally been checked by Isaac and had landed on his stick. Hopping in the shower Stiles noticed a cylindrical bruise forming from his hip to halfway up his rib cage. Quickly cleaning himself Stiles exited the showers and pulled on his jeans and shirt. Noticing he had five minutes to make it halfway across the school for his first class Stiles cursed and grabbed his bag. His muscles hadn't quite set yet and he was able jog across the school without too much aching. Stepping through the door seconds after the bell he was met with Mr. Harris' stern voice. "You're late Mr. Stilinski once more and it'll be a detention." Deciding not to try arguing with the man Stiles silently slipped into the seat behind Scott. Well maybe if I had werewolf speed I'd have been here on time Stiles thought miserably. He sat through a very long, very boring lecture and was called out twice on not paying attention. After being assigned three pages of homework the class was released. Shoving his binder into his bag Stiles stood and groaned. His muscles felt locked and tight. He made it to his locker but didn't get a chance to open it before someone knocked his bag out of his hands. Of course he had forgotten to zip it shut and everything spilled onto the floor. He sighed before getting on his hands and knees to pick up the papers and pencils scattered upon the floor. This was going to be a long day.

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When he got home Stiles tossed his keys on the table beside the door. Heading straight upstairs Stiles flopped face first onto his bed completely ignoring the shadow in his chair. Derek raised an eyebrow at his boyfriend. "Long day?" He questioned setting aside his book. Stiles grunted in response flipping over and sitting up. "We had a two hour morning practice and Greenberg knocked over coach's coffee so we had to do twenty minutes of suicide runs. Isaac accidentally checked me during practice and I landed on my stick so now I have a giant bruise. The run extended practice and I was late for Harris' class so of course I caught hell for that. I forgot to zip my bag and spilled everything all over the floor. I've got probably five hours of homework and I told Scott I'd do his part of the econ project so he and Allison could celebrate their three year anniversary. I forgot my wallet so I haven't eaten today. And and..." Stiles gasped in air after his rant and let his head drop into his hands. Derek raised from the chair and exited the room. He returned moments later with a cold wash cloth. He gently maneuvered Stiles onto his stomach and set the wash cloth on the back of his neck. He then proceeded to rub Stiles' back. Stiles sat up momentarily to remove his shirt but then let Derek resume what he was doing. Derek ran his hands over taut muscles in Stiles' back making quick work of the knots. He avoided where a dark bruise had formed black and blue where Stiles had fallen on his stick. After about twenty minutes Derek realized Stiles had fallen asleep. After pulling a blanket over Stiles Derek grabbed the teens bag and returned to the desk. Derek went over the homework writing here and there on the pages. After an hour of writing, reading, and listening to Stiles sleep Derek headed downstairs. Pulling out pans and ingredients Derek set to work on making dinner. Setting a pan on medium he put in half a pound of ground beef and let it cook through. He then poured a jar of ragu in and let it cook. He quickly chopped up some garlic, peppers, and cherry tomatoes adding them to the mix. Putting a pot on the opposite burner Derek got the water boiling. While the pots were going Derek buttered up some bread and finely chopped some garlic to spread on top. Sliding that in the oven he added noodles to the boiling water. When everything was finished he made a plate for both himself and Stiles. Putting the rest in the microwave for Mr.Stilinski Derek quickly cleaned the kitchen. Adding a dash of Parmesan to each plate he headed back upstairs. Setting both plates on the nightstand Derek turned to see Stiles still asleep. He gently kissed Stiles' temple until he roused from his slumber. When Stiles went to close his eyes again Derek started giving him Eskimo kisses. Stiles gave him a sleepy smile and gently shoved his face away so he could sit up. Derek waved the plate of food under Stiles' nose as he yawned. Grinning Stiles took the spaghetti from his boyfriend and dug in. "You are such a good cook." Stiles said around a mouthful of pasta. Derek smiled and started eating. "I set your homework up for you." He said twirling his pasta. Stiles raised an eyebrow at him. "I wrote out all the formulas for you and read through it all so if you need help just ask." Derek clarified leaning forward to wipe sauce from between Stiles' eyes. "Thanks Der. You know you didn't need to do that though right." Stiles said feeling guilty for Derek having made him supper and done part of his homework. "I know, but my boy was having a hard day and I figured it would be nice for you to have a hot meal and some help." He said setting his plate aside. Stiles ducked his head with a smile. Setting his plate aside Stiles got up and strode across the room. Thunking down in his chair he started on his homework. Derek grabbed his book and sprawled out on Stiles' bed. Two hours later Stiles pulled away from his desk and walked over to Derek. Crawling onto the bed Stiles went between Derek's legs and let his full weight rest on him. Nuzzling into Derek's chest Stiles let out a satisfied hum. Derek put his book on the nightstand and wrapped his arms around Stiles. Rolling them over Derek peppered Stiles' face with kisses. Stiles' hands crept to Derek's nape as they started a lazy make out session. Stiles' lips were soft where Derek applied a firm but gentle pressure. They lost each other in a combination of lips and tongue. After about half and hour Stiles rolled onto his side and Derek slung his arm over Stiles' waist. Hugging Stiles close to his chest Derek sighed contentedly and closed his eyes. They fell asleep snuggled together under Stiles' blanket, and when John got home he just shut the door quietly and left the couple to their slumber.