The sheriff's boy

Derek never really had any complexes about aging, the way his muscles were just that tiny bit more strained after a long day on patrol, the greys that started popping up in his beard, he didn't really mind. But then he returns to Beacon Hills and sees Stiles, the boy he used to play tag with around the office, all grown up and more beautiful than ever. And suddenly being 36 seems a bit of an issue.

(Human Story. Even though this story is mine, I do not own Teen Wolf or any of its characters. )