Dream Catchers - Sterek (Sequel to Tears Don't Fall)

7

Stiles awoke to the smell of bacon. He sleepily walked down the stairs, following the smell to the kitchen. 

Derek was stood with his back to him, baseball shorts hanging low on his waist and frying pan in hand. Although Derek wasn't looking at Stiles, he knew he had perched himself on one of the barstools, and was watching him as he moved around the kitchen.

A short while later, Derek turned around with a plate full of food in his hand. He slid it onto the table in front of Stiles, beaming a "good morning sleepy head" as he did. 

Stiles smiled before digging in. "Mhm, amazing" he complimented before going back for another bite. 

After a little lounging around, the pair decided to get ready for the day ahead. Derek had taken a quick shower, while Stiles took it upon himself to raid Derek's abandoned sweater collection. 

Derek soon emerged, dressed in the usual plain jeans and t-shirt. He looked over, walking over slowly with his eyes looking Stiles up and down. 

"Again, really?" Derek spoke softly.

"Your clothes look better on me."

"I don't disagree" Derek curled an arm around Stiles' waist, pulling him closer. 

Derek hauled him in for a kiss, letting Stiles cup his jaw. He felt Stiles rise on to his tip toes, so he pulled him flush against his chest, holding him for a few seconds.

"I'll be home later" Derek pulled away, grabbing his jacket.

"Where are you going?" Stiles questioned, just curious. 

"I'm meeting with Argent to discuss plans...over Deucalion." He lied, slightly.

Stiles groaned, wrapping his arms around Derek's waist like a child. "Why can't you just stay here?" He whined.

Derek tried to wriggle out of his grip, holding his hands lightly. "Because you need to sit down and study, with no distractions" he shifted his eyes over to the huge pile of unopened books.

Stiles was persistent, still hanging on to Derek. 

"Stiles -"

"Derek."

Derek ignored him, walking through the house with a clingy Stiles hanging off him as he did.

"What do I have to do to get you to study?" Derek mumbled, but Stiles heard him. 

"You could kiss me again." 

And so Derek did. He wrapped his arms around Stiles like usual, pulling him in closely as he kissed him softly. 

"Study" Derek spoke, his eyes playful as he grabbed his keys.

Stiles sat down on the sofa. "Only if you send me another one of those selfies!" He called as Derek opened the door. 

"Wouldn't you rather have the real thing?" Stiles heard Derek shout, and with that he grabbed his maths book. 

"Until later, Mr. Hale!" He called back laughing, opening the first page. 

~ 

"So, the Calaveras..." Derek entered Argents basement. "Any luck?"

"I've made contact with them, but they don't seem very forthcoming about the offer." 

"Did you tell them the amount?" 

"£500,000 - yeah, I told them."

"And?" 

"Well, they haven't turned it down yet, if thats what you're asking."

Derek and Argent had a plan, sort of. Argent needed to somehow scam the Calaveras into telling him why they killed the twins, and Derek - he needed to steal something from them in the meantime. 

They'd opted for Argent to make a deal with them, he was going to offer them money for a gun. Sounds simple, but it wasn't turning out that way. The plan was for Chris to strike the gun deal, to drive to New Mexico, and for Derek to then go his separate ways and do what he had to do to get his possessions back.

Well, they weren't exactly his, but they belonged to his mother, so he needed them. There was one small issue though. The stupendous fact that the Calaveras are a huge group of werewolf  hunters. It was just brilliant, really. 

"And if they don't accept it?" Derek questioned, his jaw clenched. 

"We'll have to do things the hard way." 

"We leave on Friday." 

"And what about Stiles?" 

"I'll think of something to tell him."

"He's a bright kid, Derek" Argent almost smiled, almost.

"Yeah...he is" Derek glanced at Argent as he placed the money for the deal in his safe.

~

Later that evening Derek swung by the store on his way back and grabbed a few bits.

He shortly pulled up outside, locking his car and carrying the bag full of food to the door. The house was silent when he entered, so he put the shopping on the kitchen counter, kicked his shoes and jacket off and went to find Stiles.

He walked up the stairs quietly, turning the corner and entering their bedroom silently. Stiles was lay on the bed in Derek's oversized sweater, no other clothing present. His revision books were still scattered across the bed. Derek was surprised he was still attempting to study. 

Derek cleared his throat, startling Stiles a little, making him look up. He awkwardly tried to pull the sweater down past his thighs, aware that he was commando.

Derek watched him trying to clear the books off the bed and keep his modesty hidden at the same time. It was quite amusing. 

Derek sat next to him, grabbing him by the waist and pulling him onto his lap. 

"Derek I'm not wearing any-"

"Look's like you've been studying hard" Derek was well aware of the commando issue as he kissed Stiles, a little roughly. 

"Uh -" Stiles squirmed, "yeah, lot's of homework." He could feel himself hardening. Stupid teenage hormones. 

"I'll let you get back to doing your homework then" Derek smiled playfully, removing Stiles from his lap and laying down.

Stiles scrunched up his face before leaning down to Dereks level, kissing him as he rolled them over. Derek gazed down at Stiles underneath him, eagerness written all over his face.

"On second thoughts, fuck homework."