The sheriff's boy

Chapter 4: The Angel-case

Derek hadn't slept one bit when his alarm went off that morning. He fell in love with Stiles, in just two weeks of being back, and he couldn't decide whether to feel bad about it or not. As long as I don't act on it, he thought, Everything will be fine as long as I don't act on it.

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"I am so screwed", he mumbled to himself the moment he entered the office and the first person he saw was the young behaviourist he lost his sleep over, looking even more beautiful than the last time he saw him. "Good morning, Der, how's your migraine?" A migraine, that's the excuse he threw on the table to escape after dinner, before he said something stupid, like 'I love you'. "Oh, good, better, I just needed some sleep." Stiles smiled, "I'm glad." Oh for fucks sake, this guy had to stop before Derek literally gave himself a heart attack.

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Stiles was honestly considering therapy, because being around Derek was slowly driving him crazy. Everyone with eyes could see that the man was gorgeous, but he was also gentle and thoughtful and downright perfect, at least to Stiles. Hugging him while he was wearing nothing but some boxer shorts, strong hands on his bare hips to keep them both steady, had been a big fat eye-opener in that matter.

And it's still Stiles we're talking about, so of course he had to make it a million times worse for himself by inviting Derek over for dinner. They had talked and with every word the older man said, Stiles' heart had been beating a bit faster. In general, Derek was a serious, down-to-earth person, which was a nice contrast to Stiles' exited puppy kinda lifestyle. Though, every time they found themselves together, Derek became this energetic and curious ball of sunshine. And that's what had Stiles reeling over the edge of a cliff, threatening to fall head first in a pit of desperate pining and utter confusion.

Oh well, who was he kidding? He already fell, hard, and he was confused to say the least. And now he was standing in front of Derek, asking him about his fucking migraine, like... Really? That's all you got? The guy told you he felt obligated to live a life he didn't actually want for TEN YEARS, and you ask him about a stupid migraine? Nice, Stilinksi.

"Stiles? You okay?" And that's what you get for internally scolding yourself, he hadn't heard what Derek said to him and that would make everything even more awkward, just great. "I'm sorry, zoned out for a sec there, you were saying?" Derek chuckled, "I asked if you needed help with the Angel-case?" "Oh, well, I was going to take a look at the report on those two brothers, maybe you could help me look for a connection with their trench coat friend?" The older man smiled, "I'll get us some coffee, we can start after."

And they did, but Stiles didn't really get to do a lot of research. Derek was standing in front of him and he couldn't stop looking at him over the worktable. His raven hair that started to get its first traces of greys, his razor sharp jaw, his breath-taking eyes... Those eyes. Stiles honestly couldn't describe which colour they had, but they were gorgeous nonetheless and – Oh shit, he caught me staring.

He peeked up again, a faint blush on his cheeks, just to find Derek already looking at him. The older man smiled and Stiles melted a little inside. God, I'm such a goner for this guy, he thought as he smiled back. He tried to focus on the documents in his hands, but he knew it was hopeless. Why would you want to concentrate on files of two crack head brothers that couldn't shut up about angels and demons when you could stare at that delicious piece of ass.

Stiles didn't have a clue.

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Here's Johnny! 

Just kidding, it's me! Chapter 4 already, huh? Crazy shit. Hoped you guys liked it. Message me sometime.

Okay, I'm off.

Byeee

XXX - HY_13