Can't-Sink-This-Ship's One Shots

Sing A Song of Lovers (Mature Content)

The five times Stiles has heard Derek sing
(A/N these "original songs" are not real songs, I wrote them)
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I.
Stiles was a sophomore, Derek was a senior. They were both in the Concert Choir, but that was it as far as interactions went. Partially because Stiles had a huge crush on Derek and was terrified he'd find out.
That day, April 11, the choir instructor, Mr. Travis, singled Derek out.
"Derek, do you sing?" Mr. Travis asked.
"I'm in choir, sir." Derek replied, and several people laughed.
"Yes, but do you sing? I've never heard your voice. Never." Mr. Travis sighed melodramatically.
"You're hearing it now, sir." Came Derek's response, and following it, more laughter.
"That I am, Derek. Stand up and sing your part in Sing A Song." Mr. Travis said.
"Right now?" Derek asked.
"No, 1985. Yes, right now. Sing!"
Derek reluctantly stood, and Stiles watched silently as he began to sing.
"Sing a song of voices, sing a song of joy, sing of love in all hearts, of every girl and boy. Sing a song of heartache, sing a song of pain, sing a song of lovers, sing of hope again. Sing of what unites us, sing of love once lost, songs of peace and songs of war, of heat and rain and frost." Derek's voice was quiet, but powerful and unwavering. It was amazing that he didn't try out for any solos, because he would've gotten them without question.
Derek began to sing the canon, but Mr. Travis stopped him.
"Alright, I've heard enough. Class, get out Days of Remembrance." There was a collective groan. Nobody liked that song except the three emo kids in the back row; it was too depressing.
After class, Stiles rushed to catch Derek before he went out to the parking lot.
"Hey, Derek!" Stiles called out. Derek waited while he stumbled his way over to him.
"You have a really great voice."
"Thank you." Derek replied automatically.
"Hey, man, Mr. Travis was being a douche." Stiles felt like he had to apologize on behalf of their teacher.
"Don't worry about it." Derek said, starting to walk away.
"Wait! Um, I mean, would you like to be in my band? It's me and Isaac from the Men's Choir, and my best friend, Scott, on bass guitar, and Jackson from the swim team, on drums." Stiles asked hopefully.
"I don't really sing in front of people." Derek's tone hinted at shame.
"Then why'd you pick choir?" Stiles asked. Derek grimaced like the answer was painful.
"My mother wanted me to join choir." Noticing the past tense, Stiles didn't comment.
"But if you want, I can play guitar." Derek offered. Stiles' eyes lit up.
"Would you? That would be great." Derek found himself smiling at Stiles.
"Okay, I'll text you after school then."
~
II.
Stiles had dusted off almost every surface in his house in preparation for Derek. Derek's family had been rich, and he lived in the family mansion. Stiles didn't want his house to look like a mess, and Derek to go back to ignoring him.
His phone was on, blaring the messages between Stiles and Derek.
"Hey Stiles, when is the next rehearsal and should I bring my own guitar?"
"Tonight, 5:00, and if you could, that would be amazing."
"Great. See you then."
However, the rest of his band, named Man Vs. Monster, hadn't responded to his texts or answered his calls, which, really? Totally uncool. That meant, unless they miraculously answered him in the next ten minutes, it would just be him and Derek.
No Scott awkwardness to distract from Stiles' many flaws. No Isaac adorableness to clear the air so Stiles could catch a breath. No Jackson being an asshole and therefore uniting he and Derek against a greater evil.
Stiles cleared floor space in his bedroom for two of his music stands, struggling a bit with the complicated German structures.
Suddenly, his door bell rang.
"Hold on. Be there in a sec!" Stiles called out, rushing to greet his guest.
Derek looked even more amazing (was that possible?) in tight black jeans and a red Nirvana shirt.
"Please come in. I like your shirt." Stiles said shyly.
"Thanks. Do you listen to them too?" Derek asked, fingering the hem of his shirt.
"Oh yeah! I love the rhythm patterns they use in the drum part." Stiles said enthusiastically, feeling a little more confident knowing they had something in common.
"Well, this is my room. Sorry for the mess." Stiles led Derek over to their respective chairs.
"The rest of the band... Well, they are all being douchebags, so it looks like it'll just be you and me this rehearsal. You can look through these songs while I go to the restroom."
Stiles walked quickly to the bathroom, cursing his nervous bladder.
As he walked back down the hall toward his room, he could hear Derek sighing through one of the older songs, of the ones he had written himself. It was titled Freedom Rings.
"They say bow down and pledge allegiance to me, I guess I'll kiss their Freedom Rings." Derek's voice was perfect for the song, just the right combination of soft and husky, and Stiles cringed at the thought of his own mediocre voice.
Stiles started to open his bedroom door and the song immediately cut off.
"Why don't we run through some of these songs? We can start with this one." He suggested, and Derek nodded. He took Freedom Rings from Derek's hand and put it on the music stand.
"My country's pure, can do no wrong. That's why they scrub the blood all day long. Maybe one day the bloodstains will go, and with it the sin and libido." At that point, Stiles heard Derek start to harmonize.
"My leader tells me that I should die, if I do nothing but survive. He can't say it like that, but it's clear that's what he means.
"My leader tells me not to worry, they'll fix their problems in a hurry. He won't say it like that, but that's what he means.
"I don't know that this is a democracy, feels more like a monarchy to me. They say bow down and pledge allegiance to me, I guess I'll kiss their freedom rings."
Stiles broke off as Derek did the guitar solo. It was clear he was very talented, and Stiles bit his lip. Derek was way out of his league.
"My leader tells me not to sin, but what is right when you're American? I don't say it like that, but that's what I mean.
"My leader says that we are strong, and no one tells him that he's wrong. They can't say it like that, but that's what they mean.
"My leader, he tells me! That nothing's wrong! My leader! Will never! Hear this song! Oh, oooooh.
"I don't know that this is a democracy, feels more like a monarchy to me. They say bow down and pledge allegiance to me, I guess I'll kiss their freedom rings."
Stiles paused, and Derek had another guitar solo, and he bit his lip. Derek was way out of his league. Talented, attractive, and clearly not interested in Stiles...
He had a type.
Stiles shook that thought and sang the final lines much softer than the rest of the song.
"I don't know that this is a democracy, feels more like a monarchy to me. They say bow down and pledge allegiance to me, I guess I'll kiss their freedom rings.
"Let freedom ring, let freedom ring. Let freedom ring."
Derek struck the last chord, and it hung in the air for a moment before wavering, and fading away.
Stiles laughed. "Wow, you're really good!"
Derek smiled shyly. "You're a very good singer, yourself."
Stiles was taken aback. Compared to Derek? He was a horrible singer.
"Thanks." he said anyway.
"Who wrote this song?" Derek gestured to Freedom Rings.
"Oh, well, the band, Man Vs. Monster, does a lot of old rock songs, but we also have a resident songwriter. That would be me." Stiles admitted.
"Wow, you're a very good songwriter too." Derek pulled out another song.
"I really liked this one, can we run through this one now?"
Stiles looked. It was Wishes, another one he wrote. He had written this back when he had a crush on Lydia Martin
"I'd bend over backwards for you, dear. I'd sell my soul for you, no doubt. But do you even care to notice? Would you even hear me if I were to shout? I wish you would.
"I'd walk through fire, walk through rain. I'd drink my blood while you drink champagne. But would you ever hear me calling? If I went through all that pain?
"Oh, I wish. I wish. I wish."
~
III.
It was their last time that they would practice together before Scott was off to college in New York, and Isaac to Florida. Stiles would be going to the University of California, where Derek was already attending for a music major. Stiles hoped he'd see Derek in a few classes, as he was trying for the same major.
A considerable crowd had shown up, perhaps because it was a small town, and it was the last time the Sheriff's son, step-son (Scott,) and their, well, Scott's other half, Stiles only wished Derek felt the same. And Jackson, of course.
The music-themed restaurant at which they had been playing at for the past two years was now packed, and the owner, Steve, gave them a smile before handing Stiles the cordless mic.
"Wow, we did not expect such a large crowd! Thank you guys, so much! Although, I'm sure Steve will be thanking you quite a bit more." Stiles joked, and thankfully, he got a few laughs.
"We thought we'd do a couple of our favorite songs and end with some of our originals. So, first up is Scott's favorite, Tonight Tonight by Hot Chelle Rae." Stiles waited for his cue, and then sang.
"It's been a really really messed up week. Seven days of torture, seven days of bitter. And my girlfriend went and cheated on me. She's a California dime, but it's time for me to quit her.
"La, la, la. Whatever. La, la, la. It doesn't matter. La, la, la. Oh well. La, la, la.
"We're going at it tonight, tonight. There's a party on the rooftop, top of the world. Tonight, tonight, and we're dancing on the edge of the Hollywood sign.
"I don't know if I'll make it, but watch how good I'll fake it. It's alright, alright, tonight, tonight. Whoa, come on! Whoa!" Stiles started to clap to the beat, and, to his surprise, his audience did too.
When the song ended, his ears were assaulted with cheers.
"Wow, okay! Here's my personal favorite, Alone Together by Fall Out Boy." Stiles waited for the cue from Derek, and then started.
"I don't know where you're going, but do you got room for one more troubled soul? I don't know where I'm going, but I don't think I'm coming home.
"And I said, I'll check in tomorrow, if I don't wake up dead. This is the road to ruin, and we're starting at the end.
"Say, yeah!" Isaac and Scott echoed him with the "yeah"s, and Derek was his lifeline, tying him to a steady beat, and keeping him from getting too lost in the music.
The atmosphere itself was pulsing. Stiles' peers were particularly enjoying the song, while the older folks were mostly just watching Stiles.
Okay, a little creepy. Stiles didn't let that bring him down.
"My heart is like a stallion, they love it more when it's broke in. Do you wanna feel beautiful, do you wanna?" Stiles sang into the mic.
When the the song ended, a torrent of cheers and screams erupted.
"Wow, okay. Thank you! Next up is Derek's favorite, which I only discovered that he liked when, confession, I snatched his iPod and looked at the songs he played most often. You'd be surprised at what I found." Stiles turned around to mouth "sorry" and pull his pleading puppy face on Derek. Derek chuckled and shook his head.
"Here's Swing Life Away by Rise Against."
With Isaac and Scott's backup voices, Stiles started.
"Am I loud and clear, or am I breaking up? Am I still your charm, or am I just bad luck? Are we getting closer, or are we just getting more lost?
"I'll show you mine, if you show me yours first. Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse. Let's un-write these pages and replace them with our own words.
"We live on front porches and swing life away. We get by, just fine, here, on minimum wage. If love is a labor, I'll slave to the end. I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand."
Stiles could feel the sadness of their leaving in the lyrics.
"I've got some friends, some that I hardly know, but we've had some times, I wouldn't trade for the world. We chase down these days with talks of places that we will go."
As he closed the song, so much quieter, he felt his throat get thick.
"I'll show you mine, if you show me yours first. Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse. Let's un-write these pages and replace them with our own words."
Derek ended the song with a final strum.
Stiles cleared his throat, and met Isaac's eye. "Next, we'll be doing Isaac's favorite. I mean, his favorite besides Scott." Stiles joked, to clear the air. To his relief, there was a collective laugh and even a few whistles.
"Here's Time of Your Life by Green Day." Stiles smiled, and Jackson started, and then Derek and Scott, and Isaac on the backup. Stiles didn't know why exactly Isaac had become a backup singer. He had just said he liked the backup part. Stiles didn't understand. Isaac was a much better singer than he was, surely he should sing backup and give Isaac the cordless mic.
"Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road. Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go.
"So make the best of this test, and don't ask why. It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time.
"It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right. I hope you had the time of your life."
The song ended a final strum of Scott's bass guitar.
"Okay," Stiles said, and was met with applause. "Now let's get to the songs you nostalgic people want to hear! Our very own Pogroms In New York: Honey, I Just Needed A Place To Stay, written by the marvelous Mr. Derek Hale!"
Four beats on the cymbals, and Stiles jumped in.
"Everyone knows your clique's the best, honey. I'll admit your bed's better than the rest, it's funny... You seemed to think that I'd be staying long. Well, did it hurt you when I stayed gone?
"Everyone knows your kingdom is stronger than the beast, honey. That's why they try to steal your bank money.
You seemed to think that I'd be the king to your queen, but did you realize I didn't care about the green?
"There are pogroms in New York, some that you will never see. And you dreamed that we would be together, now that dream will never be.
Oh, oh, oh."
When the song ended, Stiles met the eyes of his former crush, Lydia. She looked pointedly behind him, at Derek, and quirked her eyebrows in question. They had recently become friends after she cornered him at lunch and demanded to know what his deal was with Derek Hale: were they dating, or was it unrequited?
He shook his head slightly, and she nodded, sympathetic.
"Thank you so much! I think I can represent all five of us when I say that we love you guys so much, and we wouldn't be anywhere without your support." Stiles said, and there was a round of applause.
"Here's Cherry Pie Sunset."
As the intro crescendo'd, Stiles took a deep breath and sang.
"Baby, I'm envisioning a future sweeter with you and I. We're sitting, staring into the sugar-sweet horizon and bright red sky.
"Cherry pie sunsets and creaky old wooden porch chairs. This is my dream, you'll be there.
"Cherry pie sunsets, a sugar-sweet horizon. You reach down to hold my hand. This part wasn't planned.
"Baby, I'm watching our children play in my own dreams. I'm looking into your eyes, and I know you love me.
"Cherry pie sunsets and a love that will never die. This is my dream, it's just you and I."
Stiles broke off as Derek and Scott did their thing.
"Baby, I'm envisioning a future sweeter with you and I. We're sitting, staring into the sugar-sweet horizon and bright red sky.
"Life could be cherry pie. For you and I, you and I. Our love would never die. You and I, you and I."
The song ended on a single, hopeful, wistful pitch.
"Our last song is called Gateway. We've never performed it before, so you guys get a special treat." Stiles smiled as someone whistled.
"Another week, and we'll be on the road. Another day and we'll be on our way. These are the days that we will always remember.
"Another photo taken in our homes. Another song is played, and we're on our way. These are the times we celebrate and remember.
"This is the gateway to another fine memory. This the doorframe to another good time. This is the window to a fresh insanity. And I'm, yes I'm... Excited.
"Another journey taken, we go our own ways. Another path is chosen, and we'll see you all soon. These are the faces we'll continue to see behind our eyelids. Hey, hey.
"Another heart is lost in the maze. Another wrong turn, and I'll swoon. These are the choices we come to regret.
"This is the gateway to another fine memory. This is the doorframe to another good time. This is the window to a fresh insanity. And I'm, yes I'm... Nostalgic.
"Don't worry, pure hearts always find their way back here. But do we trust our hearts to be so strong and pure?
"This is the gateway to another fine memory. This is the doorframe to another good time. This is the window to a fresh insanity. And I'm, yes I'm... Optimistic."
The song ended with a final drumbeat, and the applause and cheering could've busted Stiles' ear drums.
"Thank you! Good night and goodbye!" Stiles turned off the mic, and started to help Jackson pack up the drum set.
"You sounded great. At least, from where I was standing." Stiles didn't need to turn around to know it was Derek who spoke.
"Thank you. You and Scott sounded really good during the instrumental of Cherry Pie Sunset." Stiles offered, dismantling the snare drum stand with ease. Derek smiled shyly at him.
"I was wondering..." Derek began.
"Yes?" Stiles raised an eyebrow.
"You know how I was sharing an apartment with Danny?"
"That Hawaiian guy?"
"Yeah. Um, well, he's moving out to live with his fiancée. I was wondering if you would take his place. I'd rather it be you than some creepy stranger." Stiles deliberated.
It wasn't a question of if he'd be okay living with Derek. It was if he could handle living with his crush of four years, without giving it away.
It still wasn't hard to choose.
"Sure, why not?" Derek looked relieved.
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IV.
It had been a year since Stiles had moved in. So far, everything had been fine, but it wasn't getting any easier to hide his crush. Especially since now he was surrounded by Derek's scent constantly, and had started to dream about him.
He hoped he didn't talk in his sleep.
They were in a different band now, called Running With Wolves. It was made of a girl named Erica on drums (and Stiles had to say, she was a little too good at hitting things with sticks; it was kind of scary,) Erica's boyfriend, Vernon Boyd (although everyone just called him Boyd) playing bass guitar, and three girls named Allison, Malia, and Kira all singing with Stiles.
They were fairly successful, playing in bars and basketball games and things when they didn't have classes.
Stiles was waiting for Derek to get out of the shower so that he could shower too. Faintly, he could hear Derek humming. Moving closer, he realized Derek was full-on singing in the shower.
"Things will never change. Out hearts were always separate. I'll forget about you, I'll forget about you.
"The things we never say are better often left alone. I'll forget about you, I'll forget about this time.
"But it's the same old situation. We made it through this far." Stiles backed away, heart racing. Derek's voice was so perfect, and he imagined that Derek was singing about him. Of course, it was only a fantasy. Derek was so far out of his league it wasn't even funny.
When Derek came out of the shower, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, Stiles gulped and prayed Derek didn't notice the tent in his pants, trying to hide behind the armchair.
Of course, Derek noticed.
"Is- is that...? Am I?" Derek stuttered, running a hand through his hair.
"Look, Derek-" Stiles didn't know what he was supposed to say in this kind of situation.
And then, Derek did something that totally did not help the situation. He licked his lips.
"Um, I'm sorry... If you want me to move out because it's too awkward, I'll- I'll understand." Derek chuckled.
"Stiles, you idiot. I feel the same way."
"You-" Stiles didn't get to finish his reply because suddenly there were lips against his and he was getting his back slammed against the wall and Derek was just in a towel that really needed to come off.
Years of sexual tension seemed to hurry them into shedding what articles of clothing that were in the way.
Within thirty seconds, Stiles found himself on the floor with Derek on top of him. They broke off the kiss only to gasp for breath before resuming the make out session.
"We should have done this ages ago." Stiles gasped between kisses.
"How long have you liked me?" Derek asked, hovering above Stiles' lips. Stiles wet his lips before replying, "High school."
"Damn, I was stupid. I thought you liked Lydia Martin." Derek muttered.
"We were both stupid. Now, can we get back to making up for lost time?" Stiles demanded, and Derek grinned before grinding down on Stiles, causing Stiles' eyes to dilate as he dug his nails into Derek's back.
"Condoms?" Derek asked. "I think I may have some in my night table drawer." Stiles replied. Derek nodded, and got off of Stiles as Stiles protested half-heartedly.
Stiles followed Derek into his bedroom and watched Derek put on the condom. Derek looked up at Stiles, lust in his eyes.
"And now what?" Stiles quirked an eyebrow suggestively. Derek smiled slowly.
"And now I'm going to fuck you, in your bed. And then in mine." Derek licked his lips provocatively, and Stiles didn't have to hide this time, what it did to him.
Stiles kissed Derek, and Derek pushed him down on the bed, their dicks rubbing feverishly together.
"Hang on, I need the lube." Derek stretched to reach the small tube on the night stand.
"Turn over." Derek murmured, and Stiles eagerly complied.
First, Derek stuck in one finger dripping in lube, then two. When he added the third, Stiles cried out in pleasure. Derek stretched him, and, when he was sure Stiles couldn't wait any longer, replaced his fingers with his dick. The first thrust was slow, careful, measured. Derek hit his prostate with amazing efficiency, making him yelp, and then started to thrust faster and faster.
"D- derek," Stiles whimpered. "Harder." Derek complied.
Stiles reached down to stroke his own length, until finally, he came with a soft cry of "Derek!"
Derek came not long after Stiles did, deep inside Stiles.
They lay there, Derek still in Stiles, just breathing quietly.
"So, I should take you to that restaurant you liked, huh?" Derek murmured.
"You remember that?" Stiles asked.
"Obviously. I was going to take you some time this week, anyway." Derek admitted. Stiles chuckled.
"Damn, we were stupid."
"We're well-matched, then." Derek kissed the top of Stiles' head.
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V.
-Two years later-
Stiles was quietly creeping down the hall to check on their baby daughter, Summer, when he heard something he thought he recognized.
"Sing a song of lovers, sing of hope again."
Stiles peeked into their daughter's room to watch Derek feed little Summer, and he smiled softly.
Then he went into he and his fiancée's room, and crawled into bed. Running With Wolves had become very popular, and they were going to start opening for another, more popular and well-known band. Summer would accompany them for their first tour.
He smiled at the ceiling as his fiancée crawled into bed next to him.
"What's got you smiling?" Derek asked.
At first, Stiles didn't answer.
The,n he said simply, "I love you."
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A/N:
Random Confession Time!
1. I'm ADD and OCD (kind of an annoying mix.)
2. I'm going to a FOB concert in six months!!!!!!!!!
3. I am overweight for a girl but perfect weight for a guy.
4. I have kissed only two people in my lifetime. (Ace as hell!)
5. I hate having boobs. I would willingly give them away if I could.
6. I can read smutty fanfics with a straight face, butI squeal and giggle and dance around when reading fluff.
7. This took me forever to write because I wanted it to be perfect.
8. Your comments make my day!!