Spn and TW Oneshots Book 2(CLOSED)

Easy(Sterek)

Stiles shoved his phone in his pants pocket and grabbed the key to his jeep. He glanced over his shoulder to see Derek still asleep. He'd gotten good at leaving without waking up the werewolf. He hated leaving every night, but Stiles couldn't stand the mornings after. He learned that the hard way. The first time he'd woken up next to Derek had been awkward. Neither of them knew what to say. Derek had gotten up to make breakfast. Stiles and Derek ate silently and Stiles remembered wanting to die inside.

Stiles had crashed at Derek's when a threat had Derek on edge. He insisted Stiles not stay home alone while the threat was in town. Scott had stayed with Stiles the first few days but then Allison wanted to stay with Scott so Derek told Stiles to crash with him. It wasn't a big deal, except that the werewolf was in a stressed state and Stiles decided to comfort him. The two ended up talking about things that neither ever talked about. Derek talked about the stress of having a pack and Stiles talked about the stress of being the only human in a pack. They had admitted that the other made things easier for them. Derek liked that Stiles helped manage the pack and researched every monster they came across until he was an expert on it. Stiles liked that Derek treated him like a member of the pack and didn't get annoyed when he couldn't do werewolf things. Somehow the two of them had found themselves close, so close that they kissed. Stiles wasn't honestly sure who initiated it, but it escalated quickly.

The next morning had been hell. Once the two had finished an awkwardly silent breakfast Stiles had decided it was time to leave.

"I should get home," Stiles spoke grabbing his bag. He needed to get out of there and clear his head.

"I'm sorry," Derek said then, causing Stiles to pause.

"What for?" Stiles was sure Derek hadn't done anything wrong.

"Last night," Derek answered sheepishly.

"Why are you apologizing?" Stiles frowned. They had both been willing participants.

"Don't you regret it?" Derek asked with a raise of his brows.

"Not really, I know I probably should but..." Stiles stared down at his shoes, toeing the cement floor.

"Oh, I just assumed...cause you and Lydia..." Derek shifted uneasily, something he only did when he was unsure of himself.

"Me and Lydia?" Stiles frowned his eyes meeting the alpha's.

"You like her still, don't you?" Derek asked.

"No, not in the same way I used to," Stiles shook his head, "Oh god, you didn't think I was using you as a distraction, did you?" Stiles asked his eyes wide with horror.

"Then why did you?" Derek questioned.

Stiles paused. He had to be very careful how he answered this.

"I guess I'm just comfortable with you and we got carried away," Stiles shrugged. It wasn't technically a lie. Course he could never tell Derek he was in love with him, and had been for the past year.

"It was easy with you," Derek nodded a small smiled touching his lips.

"And it was pretty great," Stiles grinned. The awkwardness seemed to drain a bit.

"Your dad working again tonight?" Derek asked.

Stiles nodded.

"I'll see you later then," Derek said shifting again.

"I'll grab a pizza," Stiles smiled, before making his way towards the entrance.

That night the two had talked a little about how it had been easy. Stiles had asked if Derek was okay with what they did and to his surprised, Derek had been. It didn't take long for them to find themselves in Derek's bed once again. The next morning had been just as awkward. Silent breakfast and Stiles excusing himself.