Love is Like the Wind

Chapter 4

"So when is he going to come over for dinner?" John asked as Stiles shoveled whole spoon-fuls of cereal into his mouth. "Have you two even had sex?"

Cereal blasted out of Stiles mouth, littering the table and floor around him. "Dad! Come on!"

John smirked as he brought his coffee cup to his lips. "Well, have you?"

"No!" Stiles replied emphatically. "No we haven't!"

"Why not?"

Stiles froze. "You're alright with us having sex?"

John's smirk erupted into a full laugh. "Of course I am… You're a hormonal boy… Derek's a hormonal boy… man… How old is he?"

"Older than he looks…"

"But my point is…I know what it's like to be your age. I had sex!" Gesturing at his son with his hand, John added, "Obviously."

Stiles glanced over at the stove. "Oh look… I've gotta go. This chat was great, Dad… let's never talk about this again?"

John moved to block Stiles' path. "Son, I'm serious. I'll be working the night shift this weekend. If you want, Derek can come over and stay the night. And you two can… you know… do it."

Stiles turned a shade of crimson John had never before seen as he brushed past him and out the door, quickly starting his Jeep and driving off. But as he drove the familiar path to that prison they called an educational institution, Stiles decided he would text Derek as soon as he got there.

It turned out that he didn't need to text Derek because as he pulled into the spot, Derek's Camaro was already sitting there, the sexy werewolf leaning against it. As Stiles got out of his car, he grinned. "You know you graduated from here already, don't you?"

Derek chuckled. "I missed you… I wanted to get to see you before school stole you for the day."

Resting his hands on Derek's strong chest, Stiles kissed his boyfriend's cheek. "You're gonna lose werewolf street cred if you keep talking like that."

"Don't worry about me," Derek said. "I'm the Alpha, remember?"

Stiles felt knots turning in his stomach at the sensation of Derek's arms around him. He'd only ever felt this way before around Lydia. "So my dad is going to be working the night shift this weekend… he said you could come over and stay the night…"

"Alright… I'll be over around 7:00 on Friday," Derek said. "Now you need to get to class. If your grades slip, your dad might revoke my overnight privileges."

"Good looking, smart, and you're concerned about my education… I think you just hit the trifecta of what my dad wants in my romantic partner…" Stiles chuckled, letting his lips graze Derek's scruffy cheek, sending shivers of anticipation through his body again. He wasn't sure how he was going to wait until Friday night, even though it was only two days away.

They were the slowest two days Stiles had ever had the displeasure of enduring. However when Derek showed up at his house, promptly at 7:00, the knots and butterflies in Stiles' stomach seemed to multiply with each passing second. He was somewhat of a one-hit wonder when it came to cooking, so his Pierogi dish was ready for them to eat.

This, of course, wasn't the first time Derek had ever been to Stiles' house. It was, however, the first time he'd been there as Stiles' boyfriend. He could tell Stiles was anxious as he closed the door behind them and motioned to the kitchen. He grabbed his boyfriend's hand and pulled him close. "You don't need to be nervous, Stiles. We aren't going to do anything you're not ready to do."