(Recommended to be caught up on Supernatural)
Stiles Winchester was forced to live in Beacon Hills for two years when his brothers decided that he should live a normal life. But when they found out that Beacon Hills was a literal beacon for the supe...
It was late, but Stiles needed to be near Derek, he didn't know why but it was like an aching in the pit of his stomach. He gently knocked on Derek's door.
"Hey, Der, you awake?" Stiles spoke quietly, but he knew Derek would be able to hear him.
"Yeah." Derek's voice answered.
Stiles stepped through the door closing it behind him. Derek sat up urgently.
"Umm, well, I..." Stiles didn't really know what to say. He couldn't tell Derek he craved to be near him, but he did.
"Stiles, what is it?" Derek stood from his bed and took a few steps towards Stiles.
"Nothing, nevermind." Stiles shook his head.
"Stiles." Derek caught his wrist as he turned to leave.
Stiles looked at Derek. Neither one spoke. Derek was waiting for Stiles to explain and Stiles was waiting for Derek to give up.
When it was obvious that neither was gonna break, it was like a switch hit them. They both threw themselves into the other.
The hug felt desperate but they didn't care. They both needed this.
When they finally parted, Derek kept a hand on Stiles' waist.
"You feel it too, don't you?" Stiles asked. "The pull to be near each other."
Derek nodded. "I told you earlier I did. Is that why you came to see me?"
Stiles dropped his eyes.
Derek lifted his chin. "Don't be embarrassed. I'm glad you came."
Stiles looked at Derek's lips. Before Stiles could talk himself out of it, he was Kissing Derek.
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Derek tensed, but he couldn't stop himself from melting into the kiss after a moment.
Stiles had his hands on Derek's cheeks while Derek gripped Stiles' waist.
The hunter slid one hand to the back of Derek's neck and the other into his jet black hair. This caused Derek to pull Stiles into him so thier bodies were flush against one another.
The kiss grew more heated and Derek felt his hands start to wander. One dropped to Stiles hip and the other snaked around to the small of his back.
The smell of growing arousal from Stiles pulled him out of his trance. He pushed Stiles back gently by his waist.
"Sorry, I just thought maybe it would help." Stiles panted slightly.
"It's fine, I just...didn't want it to progress into something...we might regret." Derek answered. That wasn't really why he pushed Stiles away. He just didn't want his wolf to take the intimacy as a mating experience. His wolf was desperate to make Stiles his, but he wasn't going to do anything without Stiles wanting him to. With Stiles being a trigger he didn't trust his wolf.
