I Would Fake Forever With You(Sterek)

Of course

Derek, unable to sleep, had been sorting through his recipes trying to decide what to make for dinner for everyone when he heard voices in the hall. It was nearly two a.m. He recognized one of the voices to be Stiles.

Derek worried that Theo had shown back up. He quickly grabbed a shirt from the dryer and stepped into the hall to see a man clutching his jaw, and stumbling towards the elevator away from Stiles' door.

He knocked, hoping that Stiles was okay.

The door swung open to a murderous Stiles.

"Liam, I swear I will have you arrested if you don't-" Stiles cut off when he realized it was Derek at his door.

"Is everything okay, Stiles?" Derek noticed the way the younger man was cradling his hand.

"Derek," Stiles' tone was surprised but his lips pulled into a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine." He went to wave his hand but instantly winced at the movement.

"Whoa, what happened?" Derek reached out taking Stiles' hand in his to see it was starting to swell.

"Liam," Stiles shrugged as if that was answer enough.

"Wait, the guy Theo cheated on you with?" Derek looked back over his shoulder at the now closed door. If Derek had known that's who that was, he would have had a few choice words for him.

"He wanted to know if Theo came back to me."

"And you punched him?" Derek smirked down at where Stiles' hand was still in his.

"He was being a dick," Stiles shrugged again, earning a laugh from Derek.

"Let's get some ice on that," Derek went to Stiles' fridge and pulled out a small ice pack.

"How'd you know something happened?" Stiles gestured to the door as he took the ice pack from Derek.

"I heard you in the hall."

"What are you still doing up?" Stiles took a seat on his couch and gestured for Derek to follow suit.

"Couldn't sleep. I'm guessing you were working on your lesson plan for tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I have a class at nine, one at eleven, and then one at one," Stiles nodded gesturing to the pile of papers on his table.

"I feel terrible for taking you away from work so much this week," Derek placed a hand on Stiles' brushing his thumb along it slowly.

"I don't mind," Stiles bit down on his bottom lip. Derek was so sweet, it made Stiles' heart race just being touched by him.

"Can I bother you to join me for one more dinner?" Derek looked over at Stiles with a hopeful look.

"Of course," Stiles nodded, "When?"

"Tomorrow? At least one night during their visit, Ben and I cook for everyone. We used to do it once a month back when I lived at home. The tradition kind of transferred. They'll be expecting you, but if you can't come, or don't want to then-"

"Derek, I'll be there," Stiles cut in.

Derek smiled, "Thank you."

"Of course," Stiles tossed the ice pack on the table, and gently flexed his hand. "That helped some."

"Good, you should get some rest now. You have an early morning," Derek stood, grabbing the ice pack and heading towards the kitchen.

"You too. You need to be good and rested for dinner tomorrow. I'm sure there is lots of nitpicking to look forward to," Stiles laughed gently as he stood.