The Things We Grow Through

Chapter 6

Derek furrowed his eyebrows as something wet swiped against his cheek. He squeezed his eyes shut a bit tighter as he shifted under the blankets.

"Derek," stiles sang close to his ear, his breathing warm and minty.

"I'm sleeping," Derek mumbled. Something wet pressed against his cheek against but he didn't move. Then a wet stripe of trailed from his jaw to his ear.

"Stiles Stilinski, are you licking me?" He asked as he turned his head away from the assault, bringing his hand up to wipe away the wetness. His eyes finally opened, Stiles hovering over him with an innocent smile on his face.

"Oh good, you're awake! Sit up." Derek did so without question, Stiles sitting on his thighs as Derek leaned against the wall. Stiles reached to the right and a tray appeared between them. It was a baking sheet but on top of it was a plate of pancakes, another of hash browns, and a bowl of cut up strawberries.

"What's that?" Derek smiled softly.

"That is breakfast for my handsome boyfriend," stiles said. He picked up a strawberry and fed it to Derek with a playful smile. He pressed a kiss to Derek's lips and licked the taste of strawberry off of them.

"You're the best," Derek said, forking off a piece of pancake and feeding it to stiles.

"You realize this is extremely cheesy right? Feeding each other breakfast in bed," stiles smiled.

"I'm aware, but I don't care because you look so cute," Derek pinched Stiles' cheek. Stiles rolled his eyes and swatted Derek's hand away.

"What's on the agenda today?" Derek asked, sitting back against the wall and stabbing a piece of pancake with a fork.

"Liam said she was trying to convince our parents to let her stay but she's not answering my calls so I'm going over there in a bit. I have a shift at 10 so I won't stay there very long. I'm off at 7, do you want to pick up me up and we'll go see a movie or something? Today's 2 dollar Tuesday at the theater on Pete Street."

"2 dollar Tuesday? You're so cheap," Derek chuckled teasingly.

"Hey, I have to be cheap. Our living room is a blanket, a pillow, and a laptop sitting on a cardboard box."

"Yeah," Derek nodded agreeably, "We could go thrifting? Or garage sale hopping."

"Do people still have garage sales?"

"Why wouldn't they?"

"I just... I haven't seen one since I was twelve."

"I'm sure they're still a thing."

"How do you find garage sales? Do you just drive around until you see a sign?"

"You know," Derek thought for a second, "I have no idea. Thrifting it is." Stiles chuckled as he rolled off of Derek's lap, leaving the breakfast tray there.

"Where are you going?" Derek asked with a little pout as stiles pulled on a pair of jeans.

"I told you, I'm picking up Liam."

"Fine, I guess I'll just go to work then," Derek rolled his eyes, throwing himself back down against the pillows.

"I love you," Stiles sang, leaning over the bed to press a kiss to Derek's head.

"Love you too," Derek mumbled into his pillow. Stiles grabbed his wallet, phone, and keys from their dresser, stuffing them in his pockets before leaving the bedroom. "Hey, babe!" Stiles swiftly turns around and pokes his head back into the bedroom.