Sterek // One-Shots

Wanted and Wounded [|] part 3

Author:            RoxyRosse
                                Ao3

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Word's:  12,781
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Summary:

Derek can't seem to get off. It's been days with no luck, and he's constantly on edge. But then pack night rolls around, and when Stiles falls into him as he goes to sit down on the couch, Derek is suddenly coming, right where he sits.

Turns out, Stiles is his mate. And among a whole slew of embarrassing side effects to this whole "mate" thing is the fact that Derek will never again be able to have an orgasm without Stiles by his side.

So yeah, Derek's life kind of sucks right now.
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It wasn’t that Stiles intended to leave town without saying anything to anyone. But his Uncle Freddie in Portland managed to fall off the roof of his house, and Stiles didn’t really have time to send out any texts before his Dad was whisking him off to the airport so they could get up north and help out.

When he didn’t show up for school, Scott sent him a text that said ‘ where are you, dude???’ with about ten emojis behind it.

‘ Family emergency in Portland. Back next week, ’ Stiles replied, and that was that.

Well, that was that for Stiles .

Derek circled round towards Stiles’ house early that evening, well aware that practice had been cut short due to the oncoming storm. He got to the front steps, and froze. The house was silent, not a single heartbeat to be heard. Stiles’ Jeep was sitting in the driveway, cold to the touch, but Stiles wasn't there. Derek, along with every other lucid member of Beacon Hills, knew that Stiles never went anywhere without that stupid Jeep. His baby . But baby had been shoved into a corner and Stiles wasn’t here and Derek didn’t know where he could be and-

He’d never had a panic attack before. Not after Paige, or the fire, or Laura. With every loss he’d just gone numb, an empty vessel set on auto-pilot, continuing to live simply because it was habit. But even though Derek had never experienced a panic attack, he could recognize it when it happened.

The shortness of breath, the pain in his chest like it was caving in, the nausea, the fear . God, he hadn’t been afraid like this...ever. He needed Stiles. Oh God, he needed Stiles. It hurt, it fucking hurt, and where was his mate when he needed his fucking mate .

Derek broke the window to Stiles’ bedroom. He’d put a tarp over it later, he reasoned with himself. Slide some money to Stiles under the radar to get it fixed. But if he couldn’t have Stiles right now, then his bed was the next best thing. Sheets saturated in his smell, and the smell of the two of them mixed together. He burrowed under the covers, shaking. And he fell asleep like that. Clutching Stiles’ pillow desperately, terrified, insides writhing unnaturally, heart hammering against his chest.

He’ll come back , Derek kept telling himself, the cruiser is gone. He’s with his Dad. They’ll be back soon. He’s going to come back.

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When Derek woke up, hazy morning sunlight was streaming through the cracked window. The house was empty, and Derek could feel his heart splitting in two.