Spn And TW One Shots Book 1 (CLOSED)

Put on pants(Sterek)

Derek made his way towards Stiles' house. He had insisted on being the one to check on Stiles, since Scott was keeping an eye on Allison. The alpha pack would very likely go for their weakest members, not that Stiles or Allison were weak, but they were human. Sure, Allison was a badass hunter, but she still new to the whole prospect and Stiles was the smartest in the pack and yes the pack included Lydia. While Lydia was book smart, she lacked survival smarts, like Stiles had. Stiles could form a plan from deck of cards and a pencil if that's all he had. Stiles was logical. He could see all sides of the board, he was level headed, for the most part, and strategical. But, none the less, still human, and a baseball bat was about the only weapon he could manage without hurting himself. So when the pack decided to keep an eye on the 'weaker' members Scott felt torn between his best friend and the girl he loved. Derek all but jumped at the chance to look after Stiles. Truth was, he'd look for any excuse to talk to, or see him. The human had grown on him over the months. Proving to be an essential part of the pack. Scott still struggled to listen to Derek and when he refused, Stiles always pulled him back in line. And if Scott was in line, Allison was in line, and if Allison was in line, Lydia was in line. Isaac rarely got out of line, which is why he made the perfect beta. He was second only to Stiles in Derek's mind. Derek never doubted Stiles would make an excellent beta, minus the part where he insisted on telling Derek what to do, and how to do it, and wasn't afraid to call him out for being stupid, or an ass. It was probably one of his favorite things about Stiles if he was honest. Nobody really stood up to Derek. The closest Scott came was claiming he didn't need an alpha, which Stiles always reminded him quickly, that he in fact did need an alpha. If not for the simple fact that he made a terrible werewolf, than because an omega was easy prey for, well pretty much anyone.

The red brick of Stiles' house came into focus as he rounded the corner. He'd decided to walk, his obvious car would draw attention to the fact that he was there, and the sheriff wasn't exactly keen on Stiles running with wolves especially when the leader of said wolves was technically an ex convict. Though, that had been Stiles' fault, well actually Scott's but Stiles hadn't helped matters.

Derek jumped easily to the small awning just below Stiles' window and slipped in. Stiles always left it unlocked despite Scott's objection. Scott insisted someone could get in, but Stiles always assured him, the only thing that ever came through his window was Derek, and for that reason it would remain unlocked. Derek had felt a sense of pride when he'd learned of this. It made him feel...welcome. Something he didn't feel often.

Stiles wasn't in his room, but he was home. Derek would hear his heartbeat and the Taylor Swift song he was currently humming. He was downstairs.

Derek glanced at the open laptop, praying there wouldn't be porn awaiting Stiles' return. There wasn't. Instead, he had a page on druid herbs pulled up. Research, always with the research. Derek smiled to himself before turning to Stiles' 'murder wall' as Scott called it. 'It's a crime board.' He could hear Stiles huff.

Just then Stiles' door opened. Derek turned to see the human pause in the door way.

Derek's eyes took in the sight of Stiles holding a water bottle wearing nothing but a pair of boxers.

"Uh, hey, Derek, I didn't know you were coming over," Stiles said closing the door behind him.

Derek suddenly felt very uncomfortable. He'd never seen Stiles so scantily clad. Derek's eyes fought to keep from roaming over the human's body. Stiles wasn't built, but he wasn't as scrawny as he appeared. He was more...wirey, like a cable.

"You alright?" Stiles asked when Derek didn't respond.

"I'm here to...look after you," Derek spoke in a strained tone.

"Okay, why? What's wrong?" Stiles set his water bottle down, a look of concern covering his features.

"Just with the alpha pack out and about, we wanted to make sure you and Allison were okay," Derek answered, bracing for the backlash he was sure was coming.

"Oh," Stiles simply dropped his head, but didn't respond.

What was that about? No 'I can handle myself' or 'I don't need your protection'? That wasn't like Stiles.

Derek watched as Stiles turned to his computer bending slightly to minimize the screen before closing the top. Derek couldn't help but watch the way the thin white fabric of his underwear clung to his ass. Stiles had a nice ass, something Derek hadn't been able to fully appreciate before. Derek wouldn't lie, he'd always found Stiles attractive in a way that made him frustrated. He liked him as a person, sure, but physically, Derek had thought about what it would be like to bend him over a table, often. Right now was one of those moments.

Stiles stood turning back to the alpha, "Make yourself comfortable, I guess," Stiles shrugged.

Derek forced his eyes to meet Stiles' trying his best to ignore the pulsing in his pants from the erection he was desperately trying to prevent.

Something was off about Stiles, that much Derek knew, he assumed it had to do with the fact that Derek was there to look after him. He had been fine before Derek brought it up.

"Stiles, you're human," Derek said gently, still trying to ignore Stiles' mostly naked body.

"So I'm reminded," Stiles half snaps. Derek let out a sigh. He wanted to comfort the guy, his pack member. It was instinct. However, he was sure that if he touched Stiles, it wouldn't be in a comforting way, or in an appropriate way even.

"It's just a precaution, we can't lose you, you're too important," Derek spoke ignoring the way the fabric hugged Stiles' thighs as he sat on the edge of his bed.

Derek's teeth sunk into his bottom lip, he was glad Stiles didn't have his sense of smell, cause he knew he'd smell heavily of lust and desperation.

Stiles fell back on his bed with a scoff.

Derek watched as he stretched his arms up to cradle his head. The way his muscles moved under his skin had Derek struggling to breath. He honestly regretted volunteering to look over Stiles. Perhaps he should have sent Isaac. Though he was sure he would have received a pissed off phone call from Stiles for that one.

"I'm serious Stiles," Derek tried to stay concentrated on the conversation.

Stiles, groaned, clearly not wanting to hear what Derek had to say. He rolled over, now burying his head in his arms.

Derek felt his dick twitch at the sight. Stiles on his stomach, on his bed, in nothing but a partially see through pair of boxers. Derek was about to lose his shit.

"Damn it Stiles, can you please put some fucking pants on," Derek snapped.

Stiles rolled back over and sat up in surprise, "Oh yeah, sorry, I didn't think anything of it," Stiles shrugged.

Derek let out a sigh of relief, and disappointment as Stiles pulled on a pair of sweatpants.

"Might as well put a shirt on too," Derek growled slightly.

Stiles obliged with no complaint, "Sorry," He muttered.

"Now sit your ass down and listen to me," Derek demanded pointing to the computer chair, his dick thankful for the clothes now distracting him from the temptation that was Stiles' body.

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