He Couldn’t

[Sterekdrabbles challenge for 04/01/19: “sort, kind, class”]

On AO3.

“We’ll sort the rest out tomorrow,” Stiles whispered, tugging off Derek’s shirt.

Though committed to helping Stiles research for his folklore class, Derek didn’t share Stiles’s staying-power. Come 4 a.m. he was drooping.

Despite not being werewolf-kind, Stiles’s sense of smell had sharpened, by association probably. Derek smelled warm, inviting.

But Stiles felt gravitationally drawn to his laptop. He didn’t need sleep. He was a college student!

“You too. Come to bed too,” Derek muttered, head nestled in his pillow.

“I just want to—”

“You too!” Derek rumbled louder, his arm extended, reaching blindly.

How could Stiles say no?

Genre Uncertain

[Sterekdrabbles challenge for 04/03/19: “rest, weak, movie”]

On AO3.

When Stiles wished his life were like a movie, he meant rom-com, not crime drama.

He was even in the woods, the perfect place to be murdered.

Roscoe had stalled. While Stiles checked under the hood, something in the darkness growled. Stiles had run.

What could he say, he was weak. And soon, dead. Rest in peace Stiles, he was thinking, then Derek appeared.

“Asshole! Was that you growling?”

“Growling?” Instantly on alert, Derek looked around. “I saw your Jeep on the road.”

When he took Stiles’s hand, Stiles hoped there might be some rom in this drama after all.

Scenes at a Swimming Hole

[Sterekdrabbles challenge for 04/05/19: “sign, basket, water”]

On AO3.

(1)

The sign read “no nude swimming.” Derek hung his clothes on a corner of it. Stiles hung his on the other.

They’d groped one another enough by that time that their body parts weren’t unfamiliar, but neither had seen the other completely naked till that moment.

Championship basketball star Derek had a finely muscled physique that made Stiles want to forget about swimming.

Though Stiles called his body “weird,” pale, covered in moles, shoulders too wide, Derek strongly disagreed.

Holding hands they plunged into the water, its chill shocking laughter from them both when they surfaced and, still laughing, kissed.

 

(2)

The nude swimming ban was a joke considering the water hole’s renown as a spot for anonymous hook-ups. But on that sunny afternoon there wasn’t a sign of another person.

That’s why they’d ditched school. True love broke rules (though they weren’t ready for outdoor sex just yet.)

Stiles had brought a “picnic basket,” a bag of candy and water bottles.

Derek pawed through it, looking for something other than peanut butter cups and Twizzlers.

His hair still dripping, Stiles reached into the bag, removing a granola bar, Derek’s preference.

Sugar was not the only reason their kisses tasted sweeter.

 

(3)

They hadn’t brought towels so they put on their underwear and sat on the ground.

Stiles stayed quiet, listening to rocks plop as Derek tossed them into the water like he was sinking baskets.

When he couldn’t find more rocks in reach Derek lay back and started dragging a finger over Stiles’s stomach.

“That tickles!” Stiles cried. “What’re you doing?”

“Making a sign,” Derek answered.

Pressing a little more firmly so it wouldn’t tickle, Derek continued the same movements.

When Stiles realized Derek was writing and what it said, “’I love you’!” he shouted.

Derek smiled. “I love you too.”