Nothing Little

[Sterekdrabbles challenge for 03/6/19: “romantic, alive, first”]

On AO3.

Stiles would be the first to admit that Derek was the more romantic one.

Of course Stiles loved Derek but sometimes Derek left a voicemail just saying, “I love you, Stiles.” Sometimes Derek left the apartment for this or that ordinary reason and returned with a long-stem rose for Stiles, or his favorite ice cream. Wherever they sat together Derek held Stiles’s hand.

Thinking of these things one night as his mind rambled its way to sleep, Stiles snuggled closer to Derek and whispered into his ear, softly as he could, “You make me feel like the luckiest person alive.”

Driven By

[Sterekdrabbles challenge for 03/08/19: “driver, journal, bear”]

On AO3.


Derek couldn’t bear small talk so of course his Lyft driver would be more than unusually chatty.

Scrolling through the latest edition of Journal of Cryptozoological Studies, to find the article he’d written concerning the reality of werewolves, Derek ignored the non-stop chatter despite its seductive rumble in his sensitive ears.

Derek could not believe the guy kept on talking, undeterred by the absence of response. He was prepared to deliver his most intimidating glare when he got out, except he was met with a friendly smile and completely white glowing eyes.

“See ya next time, Sourwolf,” the driver said.

Bedfellow

[Sterekdrabbles challenge for 03/11/19: “candle, horror, faithful”]

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Immensely far from the battlefield’s horrors, Sir Derek stood in his bedclothes in the candle-lit chamber of young King Mieczysław.

Overhearing attendants chided for their slowness, the knight held back a smile. His lord’s eagerness often overwhelmed his patience.

Incapable of standing idle Derek aided chamberlains preparing the royal bed for their monarch.

Despite thickest curtains and weighty coverlets, the king’s warmth was Sir Derek’s prized responsibility.

All present were sent away. Derek, not obliged to kneel in their privacy, only bowed his head. “Your Grace,” he said.

“My faithful knight,” King Mieczysław whispered roughly, caressing Sir Derek’s bearded cheek.

Two Men in a Tub

[Sterekdrabbles challenge for 03/13/19: “bathtub, place, matter”]

On AO3.

“We need a bigger bathtub,” Stiles grumbled, voice sleepy. “Let’s move some place that’s got one.”

Derek couldn’t imagine why.

The water was still tingly warm, the bubbles still plentiful, but Stiles felt confined, his drowsy brain fantasizing what else they could do in a tub, like he’d seen in porn.

That’s why.

“This is fine,” Derek muttered, hugging Stiles more snugly. Contact, skin to skin, being all he needed, nothing else mattered.

“But we could do stuff.”

“We’re doing stuff.”

“I mean, besides soak.”

“You can barely keep awake.”

“Mm,” was all Stiles managed to reply, promptly dozing off.

Remaining Unseen

[Sterekdrabbles challenge for 03/15/19: “study, squash, try”]

On AO3.

Stiles knew he’d pass his photography class without even trying now that he’d persuaded his buff but bashful boyfriend to be his subject.

He’d promised Derek although he’d be nude he’d remain unidentified.

Derek squashed a pillow over his face in one photo, the rest of his body exposed. As if studying naked, he hid his face behind a textbook in another.

Though he couldn’t see it through the lens, Stiles was sure Derek smiled, not the sunny smile other people received, but the subtle curl of his mouth that peeped through his shyness whenever Derek knew he’d pleased Stiles.