I'm Feelin' Pretty Dirty, Baby (Forgive My Sins)
Title: I'm Feelin' Pretty Dirty, Baby (Forgive My Sins)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Stiles frets over what happened with Derek; Stiles tells Scott.
Warnings: boys being silly and oblivious, cussing
Notes: Title from The Maine's 'My Heroine'
After that, Derek didn't come back to his room. Stiles huffed as he had to do up his wraps by himself again for school - because while he could go around freely at home, he was definitely not going to risk it at school, ever, he wasn't an idiot like some people believed. He sent a text to Derek, saying 'we need to talk' before he was rushing down the stairs two at a time with his bag in over his shoulder and out the door with a pop tart in his mouth.
He paused in the car for a moment, rolling his phone in his hand. He'd thought about telling Scott, and maybe letting the pack know, now. He chewed for a moment before he tapped out a message to him, too, and then pulled out of the driveway and started toward the school.
When he got there, Scott practically jumped him. “Dude, what's up? What happened?”
Stiles waved him off. “I'll tell you after school.” He gave his friend a strained little smile. “It's not exactly something I can tell you without proof.”
Scott gave him his usual confused frown and nodded. “Okay, um, I'll tell Allison I'll be a little late then.”
Stiles nodded then let out a breath. Okay, good, he wouldn't be chickening out of this now, Scott would want to know what was wrong so he probably wouldn't let Stiles get out of it. He checked his phone for a text from Derek, and tried not to feel too disappointed when there was nothing.
He really shouldn't expect any different. It was Derek. Derek was probably going to try and ignore whatever had happened and avoid Stiles more than he did before he stumbled into the clearing and found him.
“Expecting a call or something?”
Stiles shook his head, tucking his phone back into his pocket, grimacing as he felt the wings tug at his uneven wraps. “Uh, no, it's nothing.” He shoved down the disappointment and flinched when the final bell before the tardy bell rang. “Craaap. Okay, I cannot be late again or my dad is gonna bury me, dude.”
The two ran down the hall, and with classes and the thought of what he was going to tell Scott after class was almost enough to get his mind off of Derek.
“Dude.” Scott stared at Stiles for a few moments as he looked up at him from where he was sitting on Stiles' bed. Stiles tried not to twitch too much and curled the wings around him. “So, like, what, are you...”
Stiles cut him off with a shake of his head. “I have no idea where they came from or anything. Just... happened a while ago.” He finished lamely, then twitched back when Scott reached out to touch one of them. No one else had ever touched them. Except for Derek... Stiles grimaced. Great. And he'd done so well just ignoring that problem. Dammit.
Scott pouted at him for a moment, hand still stretched out, before he leaned back. “So does anyone else know about, um, them?”
Stiles flushed and nodded. “Y-yeah. My dad, and, I pretty much just told him last night, and, um...” He coughed and rubbed at the back of his neck. “...Derek.”
Scott's eyebrows shot up at that. “Derek? You told Derek before me?” Scott looked hurt. And, Stiles really didn't want the guilt trip, because really, if he ever got up the strength to tell anyone by himself then his dad and Scott would be the very first to know. It's not his fault Derek was... Derek, and just stalked around in the forest and dropped in on him.
“Uh, no. It was more... Derek found out.” He hoped beyond hope that he could leave it at that. Scott just met him with a blank stare and eventually he nodded, prompting him. Stiles sighed. “Keeping them... wrapped up like that for very long gets... uncomfortable so I used to go into the woods where no one usually came and... let 'em out for a while. And I did that like, a month ago and Derek just... popped up.” There. That should do it.
“And?”
Dammit, Scott. Stiles glared at his friend as he sat at the edge of Stiles' bed, like a puppy waiting for his next treat. “And I freaked out and ran away and then he stalked me back to my jeep and everything was good. That's it. Nothing else happened!”
Scott sat back and nodded, then looked up, face scrunched up, like he smelled something weird. He hesitated before he asked. “So, are you going to tell the pack?”
Stiles shrugged and flopped down onto the bed beside Scott, tucking them close to him and just sighing as Scott reached out again and touched the wing closest to him. It was... different from when Derek touched them. With Derek it felt... it almost felt like the alpha was digging under his skin and touching his most intimate parts. And with Scott it was just like, warmth. Safety and warmth and summer days running around being idiot kids.
Huh. That's... weird... He really didn't want to think about what that meant.
“Yeah, I guess. I'm not going to come out at school though. That's pretty much like asking to get lynched and burned at the stake.”
Scott stared for a moment. “Come out?” He tilted his head, looking parts confused and parts a little like he just pieced something together. “There something else you want to tell me, dude?”
Stiles stared up at him for a while, trying to figure out what he... oh. Oh no. “No! No, god, no, um, I'm not...gay, dude.” Well... not for sure. But theoretically doesn't necessarily count, right? “I meant it like, come out with these not... out of my non-existent closet which does not exist.”
Scott nodded slowly. “Mmhmm.” He opened his mouth to say something else, and Stiles never wished more he could just disappear or be swallowed up by the floor or something, when his phone buzzed and he smiled. And Stiles would be forever thankful to Allison for getting him out of a possibly more awkward and embarrassing conversation than this one. Any more and he'd probably burst into flames from blushing.
“Sorry, dude, I...”
Stiles waved him off. “It's fine, go, man.”
Scott grinned at him, then pulled him up into an awkward bro-hug, and rushed out. Stiles sighed and flopped down onto the bed, reaching for his phone to check if Derek had answered at all. Still nothing.
Stiles pouted, as if pouting at his phone would magically make a text or a call appear. When that didn't work he just pulled himself up and busied himself around the house and in front of the tv for a few hours. He didn't have to worry about his dad being back until around midnight, so he had the house to himself. Even then, though, he was turning in early, tugging Derek's shirt back over his head and ignoring how the scent of woods and wolf and Derek made him feel calmer and more focused.
He was just about to crawl in under the blankets when he heard his window cracking open and he looked up to see Derek crawling through. Finally... “Derek...”
Derek's head shot up and he stared over at Stiles, his eyes flickering red once before he dropped in, sliding the window shut. “You wanted to talk?”
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Stiles frets over what happened with Derek; Stiles tells Scott.
Warnings: boys being silly and oblivious, cussing
Notes: Title from The Maine's 'My Heroine'
After that, Derek didn't come back to his room. Stiles huffed as he had to do up his wraps by himself again for school - because while he could go around freely at home, he was definitely not going to risk it at school, ever, he wasn't an idiot like some people believed. He sent a text to Derek, saying 'we need to talk' before he was rushing down the stairs two at a time with his bag in over his shoulder and out the door with a pop tart in his mouth.
He paused in the car for a moment, rolling his phone in his hand. He'd thought about telling Scott, and maybe letting the pack know, now. He chewed for a moment before he tapped out a message to him, too, and then pulled out of the driveway and started toward the school.
When he got there, Scott practically jumped him. “Dude, what's up? What happened?”
Stiles waved him off. “I'll tell you after school.” He gave his friend a strained little smile. “It's not exactly something I can tell you without proof.”
Scott gave him his usual confused frown and nodded. “Okay, um, I'll tell Allison I'll be a little late then.”
Stiles nodded then let out a breath. Okay, good, he wouldn't be chickening out of this now, Scott would want to know what was wrong so he probably wouldn't let Stiles get out of it. He checked his phone for a text from Derek, and tried not to feel too disappointed when there was nothing.
He really shouldn't expect any different. It was Derek. Derek was probably going to try and ignore whatever had happened and avoid Stiles more than he did before he stumbled into the clearing and found him.
“Expecting a call or something?”
Stiles shook his head, tucking his phone back into his pocket, grimacing as he felt the wings tug at his uneven wraps. “Uh, no, it's nothing.” He shoved down the disappointment and flinched when the final bell before the tardy bell rang. “Craaap. Okay, I cannot be late again or my dad is gonna bury me, dude.”
The two ran down the hall, and with classes and the thought of what he was going to tell Scott after class was almost enough to get his mind off of Derek.
“Dude.” Scott stared at Stiles for a few moments as he looked up at him from where he was sitting on Stiles' bed. Stiles tried not to twitch too much and curled the wings around him. “So, like, what, are you...”
Stiles cut him off with a shake of his head. “I have no idea where they came from or anything. Just... happened a while ago.” He finished lamely, then twitched back when Scott reached out to touch one of them. No one else had ever touched them. Except for Derek... Stiles grimaced. Great. And he'd done so well just ignoring that problem. Dammit.
Scott pouted at him for a moment, hand still stretched out, before he leaned back. “So does anyone else know about, um, them?”
Stiles flushed and nodded. “Y-yeah. My dad, and, I pretty much just told him last night, and, um...” He coughed and rubbed at the back of his neck. “...Derek.”
Scott's eyebrows shot up at that. “Derek? You told Derek before me?” Scott looked hurt. And, Stiles really didn't want the guilt trip, because really, if he ever got up the strength to tell anyone by himself then his dad and Scott would be the very first to know. It's not his fault Derek was... Derek, and just stalked around in the forest and dropped in on him.
“Uh, no. It was more... Derek found out.” He hoped beyond hope that he could leave it at that. Scott just met him with a blank stare and eventually he nodded, prompting him. Stiles sighed. “Keeping them... wrapped up like that for very long gets... uncomfortable so I used to go into the woods where no one usually came and... let 'em out for a while. And I did that like, a month ago and Derek just... popped up.” There. That should do it.
“And?”
Dammit, Scott. Stiles glared at his friend as he sat at the edge of Stiles' bed, like a puppy waiting for his next treat. “And I freaked out and ran away and then he stalked me back to my jeep and everything was good. That's it. Nothing else happened!”
Scott sat back and nodded, then looked up, face scrunched up, like he smelled something weird. He hesitated before he asked. “So, are you going to tell the pack?”
Stiles shrugged and flopped down onto the bed beside Scott, tucking them close to him and just sighing as Scott reached out again and touched the wing closest to him. It was... different from when Derek touched them. With Derek it felt... it almost felt like the alpha was digging under his skin and touching his most intimate parts. And with Scott it was just like, warmth. Safety and warmth and summer days running around being idiot kids.
Huh. That's... weird... He really didn't want to think about what that meant.
“Yeah, I guess. I'm not going to come out at school though. That's pretty much like asking to get lynched and burned at the stake.”
Scott stared for a moment. “Come out?” He tilted his head, looking parts confused and parts a little like he just pieced something together. “There something else you want to tell me, dude?”
Stiles stared up at him for a while, trying to figure out what he... oh. Oh no. “No! No, god, no, um, I'm not...gay, dude.” Well... not for sure. But theoretically doesn't necessarily count, right? “I meant it like, come out with these not... out of my non-existent closet which does not exist.”
Scott nodded slowly. “Mmhmm.” He opened his mouth to say something else, and Stiles never wished more he could just disappear or be swallowed up by the floor or something, when his phone buzzed and he smiled. And Stiles would be forever thankful to Allison for getting him out of a possibly more awkward and embarrassing conversation than this one. Any more and he'd probably burst into flames from blushing.
“Sorry, dude, I...”
Stiles waved him off. “It's fine, go, man.”
Scott grinned at him, then pulled him up into an awkward bro-hug, and rushed out. Stiles sighed and flopped down onto the bed, reaching for his phone to check if Derek had answered at all. Still nothing.
Stiles pouted, as if pouting at his phone would magically make a text or a call appear. When that didn't work he just pulled himself up and busied himself around the house and in front of the tv for a few hours. He didn't have to worry about his dad being back until around midnight, so he had the house to himself. Even then, though, he was turning in early, tugging Derek's shirt back over his head and ignoring how the scent of woods and wolf and Derek made him feel calmer and more focused.
He was just about to crawl in under the blankets when he heard his window cracking open and he looked up to see Derek crawling through. Finally... “Derek...”
Derek's head shot up and he stared over at Stiles, his eyes flickering red once before he dropped in, sliding the window shut. “You wanted to talk?”