K.S.P. - Sterek Fan Fiction

K.S.P. - Sterek Fan Fiction - Chapter 10

The list of cast continues to play in the big screen as the lights turn back on. Derek can still feel Stiles' grip on his arm and the grin on his face hasn't left yet as he look into Stiles' mortified face. 

"What?" Stiles finally noticed Derek staring at him and he loosen his grip on Derek's arm. 

"Nothing. I just thought I'm gonna lose my arm because of your tight grip." Derek teased Stiles as he stood up.

"You're a really mean person, you know. You're enjoying my misery and fear." Stiles replied as he followed Derek out of the movie house.

"Yes, absolutely." Derek teased more as they reached the parking lot. "But don't worry, I won't let them hurt you." Derek paused as he realized he said something he's not really sure he's gonna regret or not.

Stiles just stared at Derek and they are now both blushing and a bit awkward. "Aaawww... That's sweet of you Der." and then he punched Derek lightly on the stomach and then he just laughed and got inside of the car.

Derek just listened to Stiles' usual chatter on their way home. Laughed a little, nod a little and answered in short phrases. Derek can't stop thinking of what happened and to make things worse, he can't stop looking at Stiles' lips. Finally they arrived at Stiles' house. Stiles got off the car and Derek followed him to the doorstep.

Stiles looks at Derek. "Thank you Derek, really. Thank you. I appreaciate it."

Derek coughs a bit, like something is blocking his airway. "No problem. I enjoyed it too." Derek saw red coloring Stiles' cheeks and he looks so beautiful. Moles that are wonderfully arranged on his face. The innocent looking eyes, and the lips. Such wonderful lips, so red, so vulnerable.

Derek did not hold back any longer. He passionately grabbed Stiles' face and he stared at his eyes asking, begging for his permission. He can feel Stiles' warm breath, and he can feel his own face getting warmer. He slowly moved his lips closer to Stiles and saw Stiles closed his eyes giving into the intense emotion of the moment. Their lips finally touched, Derek can taste Stiles. Sweet and pure, he can now feel Stiles' hands on his chest and the other on his shoulder. Derek closed his eyes to fully embrace the moment. Derek suddenly felt Stiles asking for more, so he gently bit Stiles lower lip which made him moan a little which Derek find so amazingly beautiful. Derek catches Stiles opened his mouth a little which he took advantage and slip a bit of his tongue and he was surprised to feel Stiles' returning the favor. A minute has passed and they both felt the need to breath and stopped. They stared at each other, blushing, catching their breath. When Derek was about to kiss Stiles again, "Der! Hey, Derek!" he heard Stiles shout.

It wasn't real.

Derek looks at Stiles who is already inside the house. "Are you okay dude?" Stiles looked a bit worried.

"Uh, yes. I'm fine. Goodnight Stiles." Derek took off with the disappointment painted on his face.

"What's he's problem?" Stiles muttered to himself. "Dad???" Stiles checked if his father is already home then head to his room to change. He saw Derek's jacket on his bed, and realized he forgot to return it. He was about to send him a message but he remembered how Derek reacted a while ago. So he shruggs the idea off. Instead, he called Scott.

"Hey dude." Stiles greets Scott.

"Hey, I presume the date didn't go well?" Scott asked.

"Oh no. the date was great." Stiles answered.

"So why the sad tone in your voice?" Scott follows up.

"After the date, I thought he was gonna kiss me but then he just suddenly stormed off without a word." Stiles unsurely responded. "I don't know what happened, and I can't think of anything that I did to piss him like that."

"Just don't overthink it okay. Maybe he have his reasons." Scott reassured him. 

They just talked for a few miutes more and then got off the phone to take a quick shower and then head back to bed. Stiles cant get Derek's look off of his mind and Scott's right, he is overthinking it right now. He suddenly remember Derek's warm chest and musky smell. His great big arms. Then his phone stops his train of thoughs. Its Derek, "Hey."

"Hey back." Stiles replied.

"cant sleep?" Derek quickly replied.

"yes, and its your fault." Stiles typed getting furious.

"why is it my fault? i thought you wanted to watch that movie" Derek responded,

"not that. its what happened a while ago at my doorstep. did i do something wrong?" Stiles getting a bit sad.

"oh that." Derek responded and then sent another after a few minutes. "forget about it, you didn't do anything wrong." Derek reassured Stiles.

"good! coz Im beating up myself here." Stiles replied.

Then Derek sent him a picture of a cat riding a dog which made Stiles smile.

"I hate you!" Stiles replied.

"No you don't" Derek sent back.

"Yeah.... I don't" Stiles replied.

"Goodnight Stiles." Derek was about to put down his phone when Stiles' called, "Hey" Derek answered.

"I forgot to return your jacket." Stiles quickly anwered back.

There's a short pause, "Keep it." Derek replied.

"Oh" Stiles was surprised by Derek's anwer, "alright, thank you."

"Anything else?" Derek answered in his usual annoyed tone.

Stiles shakes his head and then he remembers Derek cant see him, "No." 

"Goodnight Stiles." then Derek hangs up.

Stiles got a lot more confused than before he called him. And now he is pretty sure he has feelings for Derek. Sadness slowly creeps into him and then he received a message.

"Thank you." 

He just smiled and forgot everything else.