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"Do it."
The teenage voice echoes slightly in the dim staircase.
"C'mon. I won't tell anyone, just do it." There's a whine to the command and Derek can just imagine some pathetic teenage boy trying to get his nervous girlfriend to suck him off in the school like a real life fantasy after watching some ridiculous porn. What Derek can't fathom is why the universe let this kid pick the far stairs and have him be forced to find them. Granted, Derek could just turn around and take the other stairs but he was already a quarter of the way down, he had a heavy box of papers he needed to mark for tomorrow, and this staircase was closest to where he parked his car, god dammit. Teen lovers be damned, Derek continued down the stairs.
Maybe some part of him hoped the kids would hear him coming down the stairs, so he made no effort to be loud so they could run, but maybe some part of him-the lonely desperate part - just wanted to see something lustful. Something real, not empty moans and the fake love of teenagers. But when Derek rounds the corner, he realizes the kids didn't hear him coming. And he never saw this one coming: There are three boys in the stairwell. Two locked at the mouth, eyes closed and bodies pressed against each other like they're fighting for both the dominant and submissive roles. The slightly taller tanned boy seems to take the upper hand and swings his partner into the wall, crushing him into it and rolling his hips forward, in. The blonde against the wall makes a needy sound in the back of his throat before the tanned boy pulls off his mouth and a full, shuddered moan is released. A shaky breath back in and he surges after the tanned ones mouth again, hands roaming wildly enough that Derek sees a flash of tanned skin as he pulls his partners shirt up a tiny bit. The satisfied noises from the couple almost drown it out, but the third boy - Derek swears he recognizes this kid - stands with his mouth open and panting. Eyes wide, unblinking, with his lashes fanned out against his pale skin covered in a smattering of tiny moles. There's an excited noise from the couple and Derek looks back to find the blonde desperately trying to unbuckle his partners belt. Obviously, Derek drops his load.
The box falls, almost in slow motion, and when it hits the ground a couple of papers fly up into the air. The rest fall out when the box tips over on the edge of the step, and cascade down to the couple and their observer. The frantic pawing and pants stop as all three boys look up at Derek. He has to grudgingly admit none of it looked fake.
"Shit." The blonde is the first to say anything and, just as desperately as he was doing the opposite before, attempts to rebuckle his partners belt. Without another boys face latched onto his, Derek can tell it's the lacrosse captain.
"Mr. Whittemore." Derek notes Jackson's blush. The tanned boy slaps Jackson's hands away and buckles his belt - Derek recognizes him now. "Mr. Mahealani." Danny blushes and steps away from Jackson, slowly like he doesn't want to. Both stare at the ground but quickly look up at the squeak of the door opening. Derek looks over just in time to see a red hoodie slip through the door and run for the exit.
"Who was that?" Derek asks calmly as he bends to retrieve his papers. Danny starts collecting the ones at his feet and shoots Jackson a glare until he's helping too. All the papers are back in the box, some crumpled but overall okay, before Derek asks again.
"Who was that?" This time he pushes an edge into his voice and Jackson cracks.
"Stiles." He whispers.
"What was that?"
"Stiles Stilinski, Mr. Hale." Danny repeats louder, taking Jackson by the hand.
"Alright." Derek sighed and realizes the boys are waiting on him to say something. "Go home. I'm not going to say anything. Just... Not this staircase, okay?" He sets his grey-green eyes on them until they nod enthusiastically and rush out the door before him. Danny has the good sense to hold it open for Derek.
Thursday hits Derek like a brick wall.
[He stayed up most of the night marking half-assed papers and grumbling into a cup of coffee, avoided four calls from Laura, answered one from Cora, texted his brother Scott, and then had to drive out to the city to pick them all up because they were too drunk. He can kind of remember the night... "It's a goddamn weekday! Why the hell aren't any of you at home, asleep?! Scott, you're an idiot, did you seriously leave Allison alone with your toddler all night? Cora, I expect this from you, and I'm still telling Mom. But Laura, seriously?" None of his family members had responded because they were too busy giggling. Derek had finally gotten home around 2 AM and collapsed into bed.]
Even in (because of?) his sleep deprived state of irritability, Derek could feel Thursday sucking. He could feel it. So, obviously, while lugging his box of papers up the stairs, a teenager whips past him and upsets his coffee. Which upsets Derek.
"Hey! Watch it! No running in the -" Derek knows this fucker. "You!" The boy prepares to run and Derek's arm shoots out. Like a cartoon, the boy desperately tries to keep running but Derek holds him in the air until finally -
"Damn! It's been like 10 minutes, how are you still holding me up?!" The boy looks comical, as he crosses his arm while suspended in the air and Derek figures he's had enough.
"It hasn't been ten minutes. It's been barely two." Derek slowly lowers the boy. "What did your friends say after you ditched them?" Derek smirks as the boy goes from unaffected to strawberry red in zero-point-seven seconds.
"Nothing."
"Really now? Don't lie to me..." Derek picks his brain. "Stiles."
"They didn't say anything. But from the glare Jackson gave me this morning's practice, I'd say I'm not allowed to be involved anymore." Stiles shifts awkwardly from foot to foot, avoiding eye contact.
"Involved? You were just standing there." Derek almost wants to laugh.
"I..." Stiles looks like a strawberry when he blushes because of his moles. " I don't like touching people." He suddenly looks self conscious. Like he just realized he's talking to a teacher. Derek feels a sick pleasure curling in his belly.
"You like to watch." The pleasure skyrockets when Stiles finally makes eye contact and Derek realizes his eyes are a warm honeyed amber.
By Friday, Derek's found out all he needs to about Stiles (except his first name but he's willing to overlook that) and he's a tiny bit obsessed with the eagerness and defiance he saw in Stiles gold-brown eyes in the stairwell.
["I guess I do." Stiles had shrugged and exited out into the hall, leaving Derek with his spilled coffee and box of barely satisfactory papers.]
Stiles Stilinski. Scrawny lacrosse player (benchwarmer). Above average grades (certified gifted student). Has a school parking permit (for a beat up blue jeep). Only child, to the sheriff (a bit concerning). Even with Derek's access to the schools data (which told him he taught the kid in ninth grade), that's all he could find on Stiles. And it was enough. Derek knew Stiles had lacrosse practice until 6:30 tonight, at which time he would rush to get home to his single father, and be making his way to his jeep parked at the back of the lot (since he was late that morning) by 6:45 and Derek... Derek could hardly wait. He jittered through his classes, hurried his students out the door last period, and settled in to mark until 6:25. The essays were awful and not well thought through, poor spelling and grammar, and complete divergence from the topic, and... why was Derek even trying with these imbeciles any more?! The alarm on Derek's phone went off and he jumped. 6:25. The essays were tossed under his desk and Derek tucked a scrap of paper and a pen into his pocket. Then he locked his door and went down his staircase out to the parking lot. The Camaro gleamed under the parking lot lights, but Derek stepped past it and kept walking out to the far side. A lone blue jeep was parked out near the edge of the forest, no sign of Stiles. Derek checks his watch. 6:32. He steps behind the jeep, reconsiders, and leans casually against the hood. A million reasons to abort his mission jumps to the forefront of his mind but Derek steels himself against it. He thinks of Stiles' amber eyes.
"Whoa. Dude. What the hell?" Stiles approaches his Jeep and Derek straightens himself.
"Hello, Stiles."
"You can't just lean on her hood, man. She's delicate." Stiles throws his bag of lacrosse gear over the front seat and hops into the Jeep. "Why are you here anyways?"
"Stiles." Derek moves to the drivers side door. "I've thought about you a lot since we talked."
"You mean yesterday?"
"Stiles." Derek silences him with one look. "I've thought about what you said and... I'd like if you came over." Derek pulls the scrap of paper and pen from his pocket to scrawl his address and phone number down. He holds then paper out.
"I... What? You know who my Dad is, right?"
"Yes. I also know that you're eighteen. You can call me if you want, but any time tomorrow is fine." Stiles takes the paper.
"I don't know if I can-" Stiles starts.
"I don't care. If you don't want to, burn that information. If you do... I'll see you tomorrow." Derek smiles and heads back to his Camaro.
On Saturday, Derek wants to shoot himself. Stiles hasn't called and there's no way to tell if he's on his way or a dozen squad cars with sirens blaring are about to pull into his driveway. Derek massages his temples, even the old forest house isn't enough to calm him (Laura hadn't wanted their old home after Mom and Dad retired to Florida). There's the soft rumble of a car engine and Derek looks out to see a familiar blue Jeep. He stops holding his breath.
"Just to be clear, you aren't going to murder me, right?" Stiles looks nervous on the front porch.
"If I was, would I tell you?" Derek opens the door further and Stiles steps in.
"That, surprisingly, is the right answer. Also, this house is huge. It's pretty awesome."
"Thank you." Derek shuts the front door and they stand in the foyer in silence.
"Why am I here?" Stiles sets his curious eyes on Derek.
"Because." It's all that Derek's giving. "Follow me."
Derek leads them up the grand staircase to a second floor living room, and down a wide hall with doors branching off. There's a double door at the end of the hall, barely cracked, and Stiles can hear heavy breathing. Derek stops.
"Before anything else. I just want you to feel safe. If you need to leave, go. If you want to leave, do. I don't mean to force you to into anything." Derek tracks his eyes over Stiles' face and the boy just nods. "And please, don't tell anyone about today."
There's a cherub in Derek's extra large king bed. He has curly blonde hair, round cheeks, and if his eyes were open, Derek knows they would be crayola cornflower blue. His eyes aren't open because he's busy fucking himself onto his hand, biting down on a pillow.
"Holy shit." Stiles breathes out but it's enough for the cherub to slow. Instead of thrusts, he rocks on his fingers.
"Derek." It's low and needy. The most desperate sound Stiles has ever heard, like it's ripped straight out of the boys soul.
"Isaac, wait. Stiles, this is my boyfriend, Isaac. Isaac this is Stiles."
"Um. Hey, man." Stiles swallows hard. Isaac gives a smile.
"Okay. I'll get a chair for you." Derek leaves and Isaac mewls, like a hungry cat denied it's meal. When Derek gets back he's dragging a chair from his kitchen and out of the corner of his eyes watches Isaac start riding his own hand again.
"Seat?" Derek offers.
"Okay. Thanks." Stiles stiffly takes his chair. Derek pulls his shirt over his head and off in one smooth motion and crawls into his bed beside the naked and panting Isaac.
"Have you been getting ready for me?" Derek drawls and Isaac nods eagerly, riding his hand faster. "All morning, right? Like I told you to."
"Yes. Please, please fuck me now. I've been waiting so long." Isaac sounds breathless and needy but Derek keeps shooting looks at Stiles. His mouth hangs open and his eyes seem glazed. Derek returns to Isaac.
"I know you have, you're a good little pet. But I have to check and make sure you're ready." Derek smiles devilishly and Isaac quickly turns and presents his ass without question. His fingers slip out without a sound and he makes a noise of discontent at being so empty.
"Oh, pet. This is perfect. You're so slick and open..." Derek easily slips 3 fingers into Isaac's gape, roughly the diameter of Isaacs entire slender hand, and crooks them each one by one until Isaac cries out.
"Oh, god, yes!"
"There we go... Breathe deeply, Isaac." Derek carefully stretches Isaac's hole until he can squeeze his thumb and pinkie in. Isaac whimpers and his teeth clamp down on the sheets.
"No, pet. Our guest likes to watch. He must like to listen too." Isaac releases the sheet just as Derek pushes in again and he keens. Derek spares a glance over to Stiles, awestruck with a tent in his jeans but his body immobile. Derek rubs against Isaac's prostate and he moans.
"Seems we have to try harder to impress our guest, pet."
Isaac is the most responsive person Derek has ever met. It's half the reason he likes him (the other half is composed of mostly his cooking skills, bad jokes, and ability to make children laugh). So even before Derek gets his cock out, Isaac is a thrashing, wet, loud mess on the bed.
"Oh, god! Oh, go-o-od! De-rek!" Isaac's voice cracks and he squirms on the bed, trying to force himself harder onto Derek's hand.
"Do you want to cum?" Derek asks breathlessly, he's painfully aroused in his jeans.
"Please! Please, just fuck me, please..." Isaac moans desperately, arching his thin body off the bed.
"Oh, shit." Stiles is still here. He's still watching them. Derek absently notes he's not touching himself at all.
"Okay, pet. Come on..." Derek pulls his fingers out of Isaac and unbuttons and unzips his jeans. Isaac's hands are there before he had to say anything and Derek relaxes. Isaac pulls his jeans off, one leg at a time, then this boxers until they're both naked. Instead of touching Derek's dick, Isaac surges for his mouth and loses his submissiveness to force a hard kiss. Derek always likes how Isaac tastes like candy, but he pulls away first.
"Okay, pet. Go ahead." Isaac eagerly pulls back and reaches for Derek's dick, in a firm hand he tugs on it a few times before enveloping it in the heat of his mouth. Isaac is so open and slick that there's no reason for the blowjob but Derek lets him lick and suck for a few minutes before gently pushing him away. Isaac falls onto his back and slowly lifts one leg to rest on Derek's shoulder.
"Please... Just do it. It's been hours..." Isaac pleads and absently thrusts into the air. "Please, Derek."
Derek doesn't speak, he simply smiles at his boyfriend and gives his dick a few more strokes before lining the head up with Isaac's opening. He can see the muscles on Isaac's lower abdomen twitch as he slowly slides in. He stops halfway.
"No, no, Derek, all the way. Please." Isaac murmurs with his eyes closed and Derek continues. He does stop when he's completely sheathed in Isaac, his leg still hooked over one shoulder and Derek presses kisses to Isaac's bare skin.
"Come on, baby. You're okay?" He loses the authority in his voice for a second.
"Yes. Please... Just..." Isaac wiggles under Derek and clenches around his dick. That's all the agreement and motivation Derek needs and he slowly slides halfway out to glide back in. He sets the slowest pace he can manage, head bowed and whispering sweet words into Isaac's gold hair. Derek slowly shifts the angle until he rubs against Isaac's prostrate and he bucks against Derek.
"Jesus, Derek!"
"What do you want?"
"Fuck. Fuck me." Isaac is squirming and moaning, overheated in Derek's arms. "Please, Derek."
"Okay, we'll start slow..."
Derek pants against Isaac and kisses his forehead. He's sure he won't hurt him now, he's so wet, and Derek increases his pace. Instead of curling into Isaac, he lifts himself up and focuses on snapping his hips in and out right up against the bundle of nerves inside. He knows he's hit it when Isaac cries out and reaches out for his hip bone. Isaac's fingers dig in and his hips rise to meet Derek's thrusts.
"Fu-More! More, Derek! Fuck!" Derek slips his arms under Isaac and lifts him up, leans back until he can ride him. Isaac's curls are sweaty and stuck to his forehead and his hands roam everywhere before the left one settles on Derek's lower belly and the right one loosely fists his own dick. Derek rolls his hips a few times until Isaac starts to rock on his own.
"Oh, shit! Oh, oh, mmmm... Fuck!" Isaac breaths come fast and shallow, his right hand working quickly on his dick. Derek watches his angelic boyfriend ride him for a few minutes, before reaching out and stroking his dick. Isaac squeaks.
"Are you going to cum, Isaac? Are you?" Derek asks as he strokes the slit with his thumb.
"Oh, god, yes! Yes!" Isaac throws his head back and his chest is burning red.
"No." Derek's voice darkens. "You're not cumming until I saw so. Okay?"
"But, please! Please!" Isaac sounds like he's crying as he continues to ride Derek.
"Not until I say so, Isaac." Derek says at keeps stroking Isaac's dick. Isaac whimpers and slows his hips. "What are you doing?"
"Slow... Slowing down. I don't want to cum..." Isaac leans forward again and puts a hand on either side of Derek's hips.
"I didn't say slow down. I said don't cum." Derek thrusts hard into Isaac and he whimpers, bares his throat. It's ridiculously sexy and Derek growls, thrusting up again until Isaac starts meeting his thrusts. He's still steadily stroking Isaac, and tightens his grip. Isaac keens.
"Oh, please! Please, fuck, can I cum? Please!"
"Not yet." Derek focuses on Isaac's dick, waits for the tension to build and build and build and just a little more and - Derek pulls out. He pulls out quick and rough and releases Isaac's dick at the same time.
"No! Fuck!" Isaac falls back onto the bed with a cry and reaches for his own dick.
"Don't touch yourself!" Derek yells and Isaac lays limply in the bed. His chest is rising and falling and he's seconds away from crying out of frustration, but Derek leaves him there. Derek's cock protests the coolness of the room compared to Isaac's heat.
A minute passes.
"Derek, please, Derek..." Isaac whimpers as he runs his ass against the sheets for any friction. Derek figures he's had enough.
"Isaac. You're such a good pet."
"Yes! Yes I am, please let me cum."
"Not yet, Isaac. Thank me for the compliment."
"Th-Thank you. Thank you."
"What else do you have to thank me for?" Derek hovers over Isaac with a smile.
"Thank you... Thank you for your cock. And thank you for your love. And thank you for taking me." Isaac gets quieter and quieter as he speaks. Derek kisses his calf, still on his shoulder. He slips his hand back inside of Isaac and gently strokes against his prostate.
"Cum."
Isaac's orgasm sounds like a soul being released from hell, it's desperate and thankful and needy all at once. The high pitched scream that Derek knows is specifically Isaac mingles with the low moan of someone else. Stiles. Derek glances over and sees Stiles breathing heavily on the chair, head in his hands and a wet spot on his jeans. Isaac pants below Derek.
"Oh, fucking thank you!" Isaac breathes deeply a few times then rises up on his elbows, slides his ankle off Derek's shoulder. "That, was amazing."
"It was." Derek looks down with a grin and kisses his boyfriends lips.
"But you didn't cum!" Isaac fake pouts.
"But our guest did." Derek nods towards the spent Stiles and Isaac whistles.
"Hi! I didn't notice before, but you're adorable!" His voice is a tiny bit breathless but cheerful and Stiles smiles.
"Thank you. I, uh, better go." Stiles stands to leave and awkwardly holds his legs far apart.
"Don't be silly! I can wash those for you. Stay a while!" Isaac smiles at Derek and rolls off the bed. When he reaches Stiles he simply drops to his knees and unbuttons the teenagers jeans. "That's cool, that you cum without touching yourself."
"It's mostly embarrassing." Stiles blushes.
"No! It's cute!" Isaac shrugs and pulls Stiles' pants off. And his underwear. He taps Stiles ankles until he steps out of the dirty clothes. "I'll throw these in the wash!"
"Um, sorry, what am I supposed to wear?" Stiles tugs his plaid shirt down to cover himself.
"Nothing? Derek and I just walk around naked a lot. No neighbors!" Isaac winks and his submissive nature is obviously shed. He slaps Stiles' bare bottom as he walks past. "Go sit on the bed. Der-Bear brought the most uncomfortable chair for you." Isaac sha-shays out of the room.
"Der-Bear?" Stiles perches on the edge of the bed.
"Remember, not a word to anybody." Derek rolls his eyes and pulls a sheet over himself.
"Your boyfriend's cute. That was a surprise."
"That my boyfriend's cute?"
"That you have a boyfriend." Stiles leans in on the last word and pulls back sheepishly. "Sorry. You just seem really macho."
"But what about Jackson and Danny? They're pretty tough." Derek shrugs.
"Yeah. But Danny has an amazing fashion sense, and Jackson owns too many hair products to be straight. Literally, he owns more than his sister, Lydia." Stiles pulls his legs up onto the bed.
"I'm going to assume this was okay with you." Derek blushes.
"Oh, yeah. It was... Hot." Stiles averts his eyes.
"What's hot?" Isaac skips back into the room and crawls into the bed.
"You are. I mean, you guys were." Stiles is an alarming shade of red.
"Oh, thanks, cutie." Isaac winds his arm under Derek's sheet. "Do you need...?"
"No. I'll just go take a shower." Derek slips out of the bed and into he bathroom. When he glances back, Isaac is encouraging Stiles to take his shirt off.
"Oh, you're just adorable. Look at those moles. So cute!" Isaac reaches out to touch, then pulls back quickly.
"Oh. Um, thanks." Stiles doesn't know where to look, Isaac is sitting cross legged on the bed with nothing over him.
"So, you go to Derek's school?" Isaac asks nonchalantly.
"Oh. Yeah. He told you?"
"Der tells me everything!" (Stiles thinks that explains the pull back) "He want to make sure I feel safe and comfortable all the time. He's a big teddy bear." Isaac smiles sweetly and it's almost sinful to see him so innocent after all his moaning and begging and thrashing.
"Oh, really. Where did you guys meet?"
"His brother's little boy goes to my school. I teach kindergarten. He's adorable, these big brown eyes and curly hair-looks just like his Dad!"
"Oh. Cool." Stiles can imagine Isaac as a fun kindergarten teacher.
"Yeah. So his brother and his wife invited me to a Christmas party a few years back and I saw Derek. And I guess we're here now!" Isaac laughs. "It's a bit crazy."
"I can imagine. You seem very... Different." Stiles hopes it doesn't offend Isaac.
"Oh, my god, we are! I personally despise diets but Derek's on a new one every few weeks! And my love of candy obviously clashes with that. There's plenty of other clashes too, but I think it's the little similarities that make it work. We both hide goodies in our sock drawers because we assume no one wants to smell our feet! And we like hiking in the forest, camping... We both have weird ass cravings sometimes. Like once I ate a string cheese, pickle, Cheerio, and mayo sandwich on pumpernickel bread. But Derek couldn't say a thing because he was off a cleanse and chugging some awful chocolate soda, snap pea, banana, raw egg, and sardine smoothie."
"That's really... Gross." Stiles sticks his toungue out.
"Tell me about it! And I had to kiss him after." Isaac laughs and it makes Stiles skin tingle. They sit in silence for a moment, until Stiles notices Isaac's blue, blue eyes roaming over him.
"You... I wouldn't mind, you know. If you wanted to..."
"Oh, shit! Sorry! No, it's alright. Derek told me we can't touch you." Isaac grins but it's a little forced.
"I... I was kidding when I told him that. It's easier to say you don't like to touch than it is to say I like to watch. Or that no one want to touch you." Stiles feels pathetic as soon as he finishes, like a melodramatic teenage girl. Isaac doesn't say anything though. He just puts his slender hand on Stiles' thin shoulder were the warmth can seep through.
When Derek exits the bathroom, Stiles is napping in his bed and Isaac is missing.
"Stiles. Stiles?" Derek doesn't really want to have to shake him awake.
"Hhhnngg..." Stiles shifts in the bed.
"Is Isaac-"
"Right here! I went to get sleepyhead his clothes." He holds up the dry pants and briefs.
"Oh. Thanks." Stiles sits up and the sheets pool around his hips. Derek allows himself to stare freely.
"Those moles do go everywhere, if you were wondering." Isaac winks after noticing. "Here are your clothes, sweetie." He lays them on the edge of the bed.
"Thanks again, Isaac." Stiles stumbles out of bed and slips his shirt over his head. Isaac waits until he's got his underwear on before surging forward for a hug.
"Isaac!" Derek moves to stop it but Isaac already has Stiles gathered in his arms. It strikes Derek how similar in they are - Stiles' inexperience and Isaac's innocence. Stiles bony hands rest on Isaac's pale back.
"Shhh... It's okay, Der. He said it's okay."
"What?"
"I may have lied to you, Mr. Hale." Stiles blushes sheepishly. "It's harder to explain why I like to watch."
"Well, sweetie, come over any time and we can talk about it." Isaac rubs Stiles' back before jumping back into the bed. He pulls a remote out of the nightstand and presses something so a TV descends from the ceiling.
"That's awesome!" Stiles pulls his jeans on and curiously peers at the opening. "Seemed seamless."
"Yeah. It better be. Was crazy expensive." Derek smirks and moves to get himself a shirt.
"Cool." Stiles climbs into the bed beside Isaac, who runs his hand through Stiles' buzzcut and lets him rest his head on his shoulder. When Derek comes out of the closet, Stiles is comfortably resting on an amused Isaac's chest.
"Alright, sweetie. It was nice to meet you." Isaac smiles sweetly.
"It was nice to meet you too." Stiles slowly rises. "I guess you're showing me out, Mr. Hale?"
"I'll walk you to your car."
"Thanks for coming, Stiles. It was fun." Isaac snuggles farther into the sheets.
"Um. No problem. Thanks for having me." Stiles waves before following Derek out the bedroom door.
There's a long, low exhale after the door clicks closed.
"Are you alright?" Derek glances back at the high schooler.
"Yeah. That was... Just..."
"Remember, don't get me fired."
"I wouldn't. I just..." Stiles' eyes go soft.
"What?" Derek slows his pace until Stiles is right beside him.
"Isaac is..." Blush heats Stiles' face. "He's so nice. And sweet."
"Ah..." Derek gets it. "He's cute, I know. I noticed."
"Oh! I thought you'd be mad."
"Stiles, Jackson and Danny are two of the most attractive people at the high school. Of course I knew if I invited you here you'd notice Isaac is essentially a grown up version of adorable." Derek rolls his eyes and keeps walking. Stiles follows after a minutes.
"Okay... So... Isaac told you I lied about the touching thing..."
"Yeah?"
"Um, so, what if I wanted to touch... Him. Isaac." Stiles' words rush and scramble.
"What?"
"Yeah. So. I think I want to fuck your boyfriend." Stiles avoids his eyes.
"Stiles..."
"Look, I know he's your boyfriend, but if I'm going to lose my virginity, I'd rather lose it to someone kind." Stiles finishes when they reach the front door and Derek grips the doorknob.
"You know what, Stiles?" Derek lets it stew for a minute. "I could ask him. It's his decision. But you're still a student at my school, so I'd need you to be quiet about it."
"I can do that!" Stiles' pupils dilate with joy.
"Well... I can talk to you on Monday. Have a nice night, Stiles." Derek opens the door and cool night air rushes in.
"You too, Mr. Hale. And the same to Isaac." Stiles steps out with a big, slanted smile on his face.
"Wait!" Isaac skips down the stairs. Naked as ever, he hooks his chin on Derek's shoulder. "Stiles, if you ever want to come over again, let us know okay? Especially since you can touch people." He winks and Stiles turns red.
"Oh. Th-Thanks." Stiles stumbles off the porch and heads for his Jeep. Derek turns and gives Isaac the side eye, he swears his boyfriend can read minds.
"Really?"
"He's pretty cute. Don't lie to me, you think so too. When does he graduate again?" Isaac pauses as he considers the possibilities, until he notices Derek face. "Stop making that face! Come on, let's go back upstairs."
Isaac reaches for his hand just as Stiles' Jeep rumbles to life outside.