A Question Of Roomates

Ch. 9

For the first time since we initially kissed I didn't feel so crazy, I didn't feel like I was insane for wanting my roommate so badly. Maybe, we were both crazy, I was just content to know that he felt the same. Stiles fumbled around his footing as we stumbled back into my room. His hands were rubbing and groping under my shirt. He kissed better than he spoke. Stiles operated around my mouth like he knew what I wanted without me having to tell him. He never hesitated, every lip bite every pull Stiles was confident. He wrapped his long hands around either side of my head as he craned his head getting closer.

Stiles pulled the shirt clinging to my body from over my head. His skin felt like fire against mine as I tried to take the reigns and back him against the wall. For a while he complied, kissing down my neck, sucking a dark bruise to the skin there. Then almost as if he had some window of clarity he was pushing against my sweaty pectorals "Wait wait" He pulled away breathless "Just... Wait, I-I need to think"

"Okay" I smiled, as I continued small peppered kisses up and down his neck. His eyes were rolling to the back of his head as his hormones got the best of him and he placed a hand on either side of my face bringing our lips together again. The small bedroom filled with the sound of groans and lips smacking as ours slid back and forth together. I smiled when I felt that Stiles was rubbing against my jean clad thigh. His hot breath hit against my lips as the kiss found a more erratic and desperate rhythm.

Then, finding a shred of control again he was pushing away from the wall, separating our bodies completely " No, seriously this time"

"Right. No you're right" I sighed.

He ran and exasperated hand down his face. I took slight pride in the debauched look and puffy pink lips "We should probably go shower" he spoke to himself.

"Together?" I asked, biting my lip. It was meant to come out as a joke, but I could hear the hint of seriousness even in my own voice.

Stiles laughed as he headed for the door "I'll uh...I'll see you when I get out of my shower... My very, very cold shower" He used the window of opportunity, seemingly knowing that if he stayed any longer he wouldn't have the restraint to stop again. He left and my jeans joined my abandoned shirt on the floor as I did the same as him, heading to my own shower.

Stiles was criss crossed on the sofa eating an over sized bowl of cereal when I came out next. His cheeks weren't as blotchy and the pink lips on his face had returned to their normal size again. He was acting strange again, like he didn't know how to be around me.

"Are you okay?" I asked, playfulness in my voice.

"Are you mad?" he questioned back. My hand was settling on his as I shook my head. Mad? I was far from it. Stiles must have been referring to the heated make out session that he derailed. He finally met my gaze again, his eyes slightly glossy "I just want to feel like we're starting this out right, ya'know?"

"Sex is awesome. I'd say that's a pretty good start"

"Derek" Stiles laughed, playfully slapping my chest.

"I'm kidding. I know what you mean" on a whim, I kissed his knuckles as reassurance "I agree, we should start off right"

"Cool" he exhaled.

"Cool" I copied, snagging his bowl and inching him over to cuddle beside me.

Stiles never stops moving. It was something I knew before I even considered the idea of my feelings for him. His hands tapped against my chest as his head rubbed back and forth like he were trying to embed his scent into my skin. It was nice, and not something I minded, in fact it just seemed that much more like Stiles.

He was jumping from his spot when there were knocks against our dorm door "What is it?"

"I forgot, Scott was coming over to test out a new game he just bought"

"Why do you look so nervous? Scotts been over before"

"Yeah, but what do I say to him...about us?

"Nothing you don't want to" I answered, and I could admit that it may have been a little cryptic. But I was pressing a kiss to his temple before he got the chance to respond. I opened the entrance to Scott beaming like a child.

"Sup Derek" he greeted "Do you always answer the door with no shirt on?" He tried teasing as he waltzed passed me and into our sleeping quarters. I glanced down forgetting I had abandoned the idea of a shirt after my shower, just to rile up the hyperactive boy "Hey man. Are you ready to fire this baby up" He grinned, shoving the game case into Stiles' face.

He snatched it wordlessly and popped it into his xbox.

After the emotional events that transpired between the two of us within the last twenty four hours I was looking for to a day alone in our tiny dorm room. But the day had other plans, so I stored myself in the kitchen.

Video games must have helped with ADHD because Stiles had been nothing but focused from the second they hit start. He'd jokingly reach over in attempts to sabotage and slap the controller from his friends hands. Other times he was sneaking a peak over at me. I opted not to put a shirt on so whenever he did snap his warm brown eyes to me his cheeks would blush and the tips of his ears would turn pink. Hoping to get a rise I blew him a teasing kiss and he was giggling to himself, a sound I decided I loved.

In all honesty I hadn't understood how hard or long I was staring at Stiles until Scott was pausing the game, turning his entire body and attention to his best friend "Okay what's going on?"

Stiles trained his eyes back on the television "Um what?"

His friend just scoffed and switched his inquisitive gaze to me "Derek? Anything to explain? You two are acting weird" I busied myself cleaning the fridge out, discarding food we hadn't touched in days "I'm not that dim Stiles, and Derek's not being subtle with the eye fucking, plus there's a huge ass hickey on his neck...What happened?"

He tossed the controller onto the plush seat with a sigh "Scotty. Derek and I...We decided...Well we kind are dating now"

"Stiles" Scott began as he pinched the bridge of his nose "This is not good. I mean no offense Derek, but roommates who date? That never works out, and if things go south you are stuck with that person"

"A. You and Kira started dating after her brother invited you to live in that house they were renting off campus, that made you two roommates. And B. Ignoring the fact that you're assuming the two of us will instantly fail, don't you think we're adult enough to get through the rest of this school year as roomies if things go bad?"

"Kira and I--that was different"

"Sure whatever. But I can assure you I've got this, don't make me regret telling you" I had been content watching from the sidelines. I didn't want to be "that guy" that agreed with everything his boyfriend said but Stiles had made valid points.

Whoa.

Wait a second.

Boyfriend. Stiles was my boyfriend. I began to finally let myself process that fact. I was smirking inwardly when I realized Scott was off the couch pressing a finger to my chest.

"I'm watching you Hale" I must have missed the goodbyes and the end of the conversation because he was striding out the front door.

"Well. That was actually—good" Stiles exhaled, standing beside me at the edge of the kitchen.

"Yeah, that wasn't too bad-" I soaked in the way he trained his focus on me, like he was waiting just as patiently as I was to be alone together "-boyfriend"