Suffer Well (Sterek)

Isaac

Stiles sat on Derek's bed, his hands in his lap. Derek gingerly sat next to the human.

"You didn't have to walk me home," Derek sighed.

"I told you, I'm not leaving you alone," Stiles answered, his brown eyes meeting Derek's green ones.

Derek's eyes dropped to Stiles' lips. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about kissing him. He knew it was a bad idea and he needed to stop his feelings for Stiles before they escalated, but the human was winning him over.

Derek leaned forward slightly, his eyes still focused on Stiles' lips.

Stiles' tongue flicked across his bottom lip nervously before standing suddenly, "I should go, I told Dominic I'd stay and chat for a minute, and it's getting late, I'll need to get back home soon."

"Dominic, right, of course," Derek sighed dropping his head.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Stiles said before slipping out of Derek's door

Derek woke up again, but this time the sun was pouring in his window.

"Damn it, that's twice in one night," Derek growled to himself. The same dream too.

Derek replayed the dream in his head. The way Stiles looked, the color of his eyes, his full lips. But he'd brought up Dominic. Derek let out a frustrated sigh. He couldn't deny that Stiles and his brother would be good together, but the aching in his chest proved he'd rather they not end up together.

Derek reached for his phone to see three texts from Stiles. His heart jumped in excitement as he opened them.

9:00  Morning Derek, I saw you text a few hours ago, I'm guessing you didn't sleep well.

9:01  I'm gonna call Isaac shortly, do you want me to come get you? Does she know your car?

9:05  Dominic said you've only had the car a year so nevermind, text me when you leave.

Derek frowned at the last text. He really hated that Dominic had given Stiles his number.

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Dominic looked up from his phone to see Derek walk into the kitchen. He looked extra tired.

"Hey, Derek," Dominic smiled at his younger brother, "Stiles asked me to message him when you got up. You're seeing him today?" Dominic asked.

Derek tensed. He hadn't planned on telling his family he was meeting Stiles.

"You're talking to Stiles?" Derek meant for his tone to remain even, but he heard the jealousy in his own voice.

"Yeah, since about nine," Dominic nodded.

Derek glanced at the stove clock. Ten thirty. He told Stiles he'd see him at eleven.

"I'm running a little late, didn't sleep well," Derek grumbled.

"I'll let him know," Dominic nodded.

Derek did his best to hide his annoyance.

"You okay?" Dominic must have picked up on Derek's mood.

"I'm fine," Derek nodded.

"So Stiles says you two are just talking to Scott today. He said Scott's not taking this seriously and he's worried about the hunters in town," Dominic eyed Derek as the alpha made a coffee.

"Yep," Derek responded. Damn Stiles was good. He'd never have thought of that lie.

"So that's it? You're not going to talk Scott into being a pack member?" Dominic asked gently.