flirting with danger | sterek

eleven.

stiles had derek assist him in covering up the marks that were visible while he wore a shirt, and then after that derek had offered to drop him off at home.

the marks all over his body were a true pain in the ass, in all honestly. but he could tell derek loved it, because he kept making them every chance he got, and stared at them like his greatest possession.

"if my dad sees me naked im really fucked," stiles mumbled as he grabbed one of his bags. derek had grabbed the rest.

"he's gonna see what you left on my neck anyway, so if he sees you he's gonna make a connection," derek pointed out, and then stiles sighed in defeat when he noticed derek's neck, which had its own hickies, and his hand which was bruised from his teeth.

"did i hurt you?" stiles set his bag down on the floor and stepped closer to derek, taking his damaged hand in his own.

derek smiled down at him and shook his head. he let stiles interlock their fingers together.

"'course not," he reassured stiles, kissing his forehead shortly.

stiles still stared down at derek's hand, and he honestly felt bad. he didn't realize he had bit down so hard. and he had his own on his shoulders that hurt like hell, so if derek's hand felt anything like that he felt bad for him.

"stiles," derek had noticed that stiles still looked guilty, so he tried to persuade him into forgiving himself. "don't worry about it." stiles still had that look on his face.

"if you can't handle it afterwards maybe we shouldn't do it in the first place," with that stiles perked up with a glare.

"as long as it doesn't hurt that bad it's fine," stiles mumbled. derek smiled at him.

"you're sweet," derek kissed his forehead again, and then he led stiles down to the car. he took the bags and put them in the trunk, and then he started the car.

the drive to stiles' house was short, and he saw the fucked up jeep stiles loved. he only shook his head.

he parked his car in the driveway and made his way to the trunk, leaving only one bag for stiles to carry for himself. with protest, of course.

then derek followed stiles to the front door. stiles was about to put his key in the lock, but the door opened in front of them, and derek was face to face with the sheriff of beacon hills.

if he knew stiles' father was the sheriff he wouldn't have put a gun to his chest.

"hey dad," stiles huffed out. his father looked straight past him at derek, who was more nervous than he would like to admit.

he tried to keep himself from freaking out. he was meeting stiles' father as a friend, not boyfriend.

"who's this?" noah asked, and stiles scoffed.

he pushed past his father, and derek stayed in place. "nice to see you too, dad," stiles mumbled sarcastically. "this is my friend, derek," he said with less attitude, a genuine smile on his face when he looked at derek behind his father.

"noah, nice to meet you," the sheriff had a questioning look on his face, but regardless he held out a hand to derek. derek took it, and shook briefly.

"well, you gonna come in?" noah asked, making way for derek. the older teenager nodded, offering a smile as he followed stiles.

"you staying for dinner, kid?" noah asked derek, who looked to stiles.

"you can if you want, i thought you were just gonna help me bring this stuff to my room," stiles shrugged, and noah looked at the two of them

"you're welcome to stay, im making chicken pot pie," noah said nonchalantly, and with that he returned to the kitchen.