Human is Just a Word 43/?
A/N Sorry, LJ doesn't want me to use a cut
Chapter 43
When they were back on the road Stiles made sure to lace their fingers to show Derek how content he was. For a while they didn't speak and Stiles was almost drifting off to sleep. The weekend had been fun but little kids were exhausting. And he felt the deep seated sleepiness after a good orgasm.
"It should get better." Derek broke the silence, bringing Stiles back from the brink of sleep.
"What should get better?" He sat up straighter, the tone of Derek's voice told him that this was something important.
"The possessiveness." He said, eyes strictly on the road in front of him. "The animalistic streak. It should get better over time. It's still too fresh and new, I can't ... I'll be more careful next time."
"Don't you dare and hold back." Stiles pointed at him. "I told you, I liked it. I want more of that." More quietly he added: "This is a part of you and I want that, too. Never hold back on who and what you are. Please."
Now Derek did turn his head but the expression on his face was unreadable in the dim light of the car.
When they arrived at the loft, their pack was waiting for them. However, this time Stiles wasn't just somebody tagging along, this time he was right in the middle of the group hug. Sure, Derek as their alpha was the main target but the others embraced him in almost the same way.
Erica's head was resting on Derek's shoulder but she had only one arm around him. With the other one she was holding Stiles close. Boyd stood behind them, his nose on Derek's neck but his body was pressed against Stiles. And on his side Isaac was all over him in his attempt to scent both of them at the same time. They were holding on so tight, their bodies firm all around him, Stiles could barely breathe and he loved it. His nose wasn't good enough to make out their scent like the wolves could but he smelled Erica's perfume and a hint of sun from Isaac and something wild that was all werewolf coming from Boyd. Together with Derek's leather jacket it was the scent he associated with pack. His pack.
He was home.
Smiling he sneaked his arm tighter around Derek.
"Somebody got marked properly." Erica finally said with a sniff at Stiles' neck.
"I smelled wrong." Stiles elbowed Derek in the side.
"Not anymore." Boyd assured him from behind and Stiles wondered if they could smell the flaking come on his stomach. He had cleaned up the best he could but there was only so much one could do without a shower.
"At least they got that out of their system before they came here." Isaac spoke up, his nose now buried in Stiles' neck. "You don't want them to be all over each other tonight, don't you?"
"Hey, two hot guys? A girl can dream." The way Erica grinned at them she wouldn't mind a first row seat to them having sex, she would bring popcorn.
"Are you trying to make me jealous?" Boyd asked from behind them and then Stiles had to lean his head out of the way so that Boyd and Erica could bring their lips together between him and Derek.
"Eww." He made. "Stop doing that right next to my ear."
Of course the kiss instantly became more filthy.
"I hate you, Erica."
It was almost midnight and they all had to get up early the next morning so they turned in not much later. Stiles grabbed a quick shower and by the time he came back downstairs in his sleepwear, the wolves were waiting for him in the den.
He had slept with a pack last night but as nice as it had been to wake up in a pile of pups, it hadn't been his pack. Now he shamelessly slung one arm and a leg over Derek, hugging him tight, while the others settled down around them. Stiles felt a head on his hip and a wolf behind him but he was too tired to care which body part belonged to which wolf, it was all pack and it was awesome.
In the morning they had a quick breakfast, main ingredient coffee, and then the others went to their own places to get ready for the day. Stiles did the same but when he came back to the kitchen for another sip of coffee and maybe some making out with Derek before he had to leave for school, Erica was back.
She was already in her business suit, all professional except for the feral grin on her face.
There was a little case sitting next to her on the counter but Stiles decided to ignore it in favor of coffee.
"Have you looked in the mirror this morning?" She asked, already opening the case. Make-up, Stiles notice which didn't make sense. She had her perfect make-up already on.
"Not really?" Stiles sipped his coffee and inched closer to Derek who was leaning nonchalantly against the counter. With Erica right here it felt wrong to assault him but Stiles did sneak a hand under his shirt to let it rest on the warm skin just above the waistband of his jeans. Derek didn't acknowledge it but he shifted a little closer to Stiles.
"You have an impressive imprint of Derek's teeth right here." She pointed with her manicured finger at the collar of his shirt.
"I … what?" Stiles almost choked on his coffee but then he was up the stairs again to have a real look at himself in the bathroom mirror.
She was right. Half of it was hidden under his shirt but what was visible was impressive enough. It was deeply bruised and he could even make out the imprints of single teeth. Derek hadn't bitten down hard enough to break the skin but he had come close.
Stiles poked at it with a finger and now he felt the sting. Which went straight to his groin. Derek's mark on him for everybody to see. It felt good. They were mates and he liked the idea of showing that off.
Curious he lifted his shirt to see what other marks Derek had left on him. The one on his neck was the most impressive but his whole front was littered with marks. From Derek's teeth, claws and beard.
"You're going to be late for school." Derek was suddenly right behind him which did nothing to calm down his growing arousal.
"I have a few minutes."
Stiles couldn't resist and pushed his butt against him. Derek hummed and shifted closer. He nuzzled Stiles' neck from behind while his hands sneaked around him. His fingers found the mark. He rubbed his thumb over it, making it sting even more and Stiles let out a groan. He was getting hard now and he wished that Derek's other hand would travel down from where it was spread out on his stomach.
"Erica needs those few minutes to cover this up." He brushed one over the mark last time and then he was gone. Stiles shivered from the sudden loss and had to brace himself on the sink.
"You asshole." He yelled after Derek.
"I don't have all day." Erica shouted and Stiles couldn't help but laugh at that.
He was pretty sure that Erica could smell the boner on him but she didn't comment on it. Instead she made him sit down and take his shirt off. She worked efficiently and a few minutes later she had covered up the mark. Stiles put his shirt back on and inspected the result in one of her little mirrors.
"Sure you're not a make-up artist?" He asked because even knowing it was there he couldn't tell where it was. Which was kind of sad, he liked the idea of openly wearing Derek's mark on him, and he needed to find a way to leave a mark on Derek as well, but he got that it would be a bad idea to show up with something like that at school. Things had just calmed down a bit.
"I like kicking ass more." She shrugged and gathered her things. "Try to not touch it too much or it'll rub off."
Which turned out to be harder than expected. The whole day Stiles was constantly itching to touch it. However, Erica had worked a miracle. Not even Sean noticed it and since that hickey last week he had a close eye on Stiles for things like this. Maybe he had other things on his mind.
Derek didn't seem to be a big fan of the cover-up either and Stiles only barely managed to slip in the bathroom to wash it off before his mate could lick it off.
Derek seemed to really like the idea of his marks on Stiles because he spent the next hour mapping out Stiles bare chest and stomach. They never managed to get rid of their jeans but Stiles came arching on the couch with Derek's hand rubbing him through the denim of his jeans and his mouth busy sucking the mark into an even deeper bruise.
Stiles slumped back, catching his breath, while Derek hovered over him, watching him with intense red eyes.
"Let me." Stiles tried to sit up and reach for Derek but the werewolf stopped him.
"I'm good." He ducked his head with a blush.
"Did you just came in your pants just from giving me a hickey?" Stiles gaped at him and burst out laughing when Derek's blush deepened. "Oh my god!"
"Shut up."
Somehow they managed to leave their hands off each other long enough for Stiles to make dinner. Okay, Derek didn't seem to have that much of a problem with it but Stiles was pretty proud of his self-control.
"How was school?" Derek tried for a normal question and to his own surprise Stiles leaped into a detailed report of his day. Mr. Miller still ignored him most of the time but he had graded his latest test fair, Stiles got an A, so he could live with the cold shoulder. Sean was still the only one who dared to be seen with with him but that was okay, too. Stiles never had many friends and he was used to being kind of an outcast. And this was the last year of high school anyway. Which brought him back to the topic of collage and for a while they were discussing different options. In the light of the latest events Stiles wasn't keen on leaving but he could always follow Isaac's example and attend a college near by. Or at least close enough to spend the weekends at home. And with home he meant here with Derek and not Beacon Hills which was kind of a new development as well.
However, that made him think of his father.
"I should call him and warn him that Laura is coming his way." Stiles sat back in his chair. "I told her that he'll answer all her questions but I guess a little warning would be fair."
"She won't drive out there tomorrow." Derek reminded him. "But with a little head-start he can gather more information for her."
Stiles hummed to that. That wasn't really the problem he had here.
Derek raised an eyebrow at him, waiting for him to say something.
"I haven't told him about yet. About us." He admitted with a sigh. "But I want to tell him before Laura burst out with it."
"I can tell her to watch her mouth." Derek offered quietly.
"No! I want to tell him." He reached out to grab his hand. "You're not my dirty little secret, Derek. I'm proud of being your mate."
The look Derek gave him was hard to read but Stiles knew him well enough by now to recognize the feelings under the well guarded expression.
"It's just … this is big and I don't want to fuck it up."
Chapter 44
Masterpost