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Derek/Stiles | 3800 words | Teen | Also on AO3

Written for @dragon-temeraire, who prompted me for
an “I crashed on your couch after the party, and in the morning you made me breakfast” AU. Basically just fluff without plot.

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Stiles really should have found a way to get out of the trip, but
he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. He’d been splitting his time and
skills between two different police departments, working on cases that
challenged him mentally, and making the drive back and forth between each
department and his home. On top of that, most of his free time in recent weeks
had been dedicated to researching and writing a paper for one of the online
courses he was taking to add to his résumé.

Finally, finally, he had a four-day
weekend all to himself, and he’d hoped to spend as much of it as possible
sleeping. Or napping. Or relaxing.

That, of course, was before Derek texted to invite him to a small
get-together at his new place on the same weekend. It was a few hours north of
where Stiles lived, and he hadn’t realized quite how exhausted he would be when
he accepted, but he also didn’t want to back out because it was Derek.

Derek, who had finally come out the other side of his own personal
hell, not only still in one piece, but at peace with himself and his past.
Derek, who couldn’t quite bring himself to move back to anywhere in Beacon
County, but who’d at least returned to the state and had found a beautiful
place in a small town near the forests of northern California.

It had been half a decade since Stiles had last seen Derek.
Exhaustion or not, there was no way he was missing the chance.

Fueled by a large Turbo Shot, Stiles was still relatively awake by
the time he pulled up in front of Derek’s house, a cabin set back away from the
road, and about a half-mile from the nearest neighbor. Everyone was parked on a
stone-covered area next to the house, and Stiles pulled in next to Scott and
Kira’s SUV. He didn’t recognize any of the other vehicles and wasn’t sure who
else would be there, but he doubted he’d be very social once the caffeine wore
off anyway. With a sigh, he grabbed the housewarming gift from the passenger
seat and headed for the front door.

Before Stiles even got a chance to knock, the door opened to
reveal Derek himself.

“Stiles.” His name slipped from Derek’s mouth on a relieved
exhale, and a familiar pair of strong arms pulled him into a warm, if totally
unexpected, embrace.

“Hey, Derek,” Stiles said softly as he returned the hug, careful
not to smack Derek in the back with the large gift bag.

“God, it’s good to see you.” Derek turned his face into Stiles’
neck, breathing deeply, and Stiles wasn’t quite sure what to do with that. He
just knew he was tired, and the warmth of the other man’s body felt so good
that he let himself sink into it. Derek’s arms tightened around him briefly
before pulling away. “You look good.”

“So do you,” Stiles admitted, and it was true. Derek looked great,
healthy and smiling, his hair just a little longer than Stiles remembered. This
somewhat softer version of Derek was already threatening to dredge up old
feelings, so Stiles distracted himself by giving Derek the gift bag. “I, uh,
got you this. Housewarming present.”

Derek took the bag, looking a little startled. “Thank you. You didn’t
have to do that.”

“It’s not much. I just thought you’d like it.” Stiles shifted and
jammed his hands into his pockets.

Derek pulled the gift out of the bag and peeled away the
loosely-wrapped tissue paper to reveal a framed print of an antique moon chart.
As he looked it over, Stiles felt a sudden pang of uncertainty. What if Derek
thought it was a joke, a gag gift because he was a wolf? Before the anxiety
itself had a chance to take hold, though, Derek looked up at him with a soft
smile.

“It’s beautiful. Thanks, Stiles.” He locked the front door, then
motioned for Stiles to follow him into the living room, where he sat the print
up on the mantel above the fireplace. “I think I want to hang it above the sofa
when I get a chance, but this is a good spot for now.” He stepped back to stand
next to Stiles with a satisfied nod.

“I’m glad you like it,” Stiles said, still a little stunned by
Derek’s reaction. He knew Derek had changed – hell, the guy invited everyone to
his house – but he was going to need a minute to reconcile this Derek with the
one he’d known year ago.

Derek gave his shoulder a squeeze. “Are you sure you’re up for
this? You seem pretty tired.”

“Yeah, it’s been a long month.” He glanced over at Derek, who was
giving him a concerned look. “I –”

“Hey, Derek, what’s taking so long?” Scott appeared in the doorway
between the living room and the kitchen. “You need to share Stiles with the
rest of us, man.” Scott wrapped Stiles in a quick hug before giving him a slap
on the back and leading him in the direction of the patio doors at the other
side of the kitchen. “Come on, everyone else is out back waiting for you guys.”

Stiles glanced over his shoulder to see Derek following closely,
his cheeks a little pink. Stiles was too tired to figure out exactly what that
meant, and Scott wasn’t giving him a chance anyway.

The gathering was small but lively, and Stiles started to feel
better almost immediately. Derek’s backyard was big and beautiful, and after the
weeks spent mostly cooped up inside plus the long drive, the fresh air and wide
open space was just what he needed.

He ate a bison burger and some pasta salad as he caught up with
Isaac and Jackson, neither of whom he’d seen since high school, then spent some
time hanging out with Derek, Cora, and Cora’s fiancé, Michael. Since alcohol
tended to make him sleepy, Stiles skipped the cooler full of beer in favor of
water. Still, by the time they started picking teams for a game of volleyball,
the hours were starting to catch up with him again, and he decided to watch
from the deck instead. So the teams would be even, Derek dropped out as well,
and the two of them watched in a comfortable silence as Scott, Kira, and Isaac
took on Jackson, Cora, and Michael.

“It’s so beautiful here,” Stiles finally said, closing his eyes
and tilting his face up toward the late afternoon sun.

“Yeah. It is.”

Something in Derek’s voice made Stiles glance over, only to find
Derek looking back at him with an easy smile on his face. Stiles returned it,
warmth spreading through his chest. He’d felt a camaraderie with Derek back in
their early years, and it had definitely morphed into something much deeper
before they parted ways in Mexico, but Stiles hadn’t let himself dwell on the
could-have-beens for long. He always figured that if there was really something
there, they’d find the right time and place to make it work.

He gave Derek a gentle nudge. “Thanks for doing this. It’s been
good seeing everyone again.” He hesitated, quirking an eyebrow. “I never
thought I’d be saying this, but I was even glad to see Jackson. He really
mellowed out.”

Derek nodded, his gaze straying to the volleyball game. “Jackson
figured out what’s important.”

“Seems to be a lot of that going around.”

Derek ducked his head, but Stiles could see a smile lifting the
corners of his mouth. “Yeah.” This time it was Derek who leaned in, lightly
knocking their arms together. “I think you’re right.”

“Well, of course I am,” Stiles replied, and Derek let out a soft
chuckle. They turned their attention back to the game, but Derek didn’t move
away, and it wasn’t long until the warmth of his body started to make Stiles
dangerously drowsy. After catching himself nearly falling asleep on Derek’s
shoulder for the second time in as many minutes, Stiles forced himself to sit
up.

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Stiles
yawns for what feels like the tenth times. It’s four in the morning
and Scott’s bachelor party is still going strong, well – at least
for Scott. “I feel old.” Stiles mumbles, resting his head on
Derek’s shoulder.

Derek
snorts, circles Stiles’ shoulders with his arm and brings him closer.
“Wanna go to our room?”

“No.”
Stiles whines. They are in Vegas and Scott is dancing on top of a
table, drunk on the wolfsbane whiskey Derek managed to sneak into the
club – Stiles’ boyfriend is skilled
like that. Stiles should’ve been having fun with his best friend, not
thinking about collapsing on a bed and sleeping until noon. “I
promised him we’d have fun.”

“We
had.” Derek answers softly. “You got a lap dance from a stripper,
we filmed Scott doing tequila shots off of Jackson’s chest and then
you lost fifty bucks trying to play poker against Isaac.” The video
of Scott licking tequila off of Jackson’s belly button is going to be
a hit at
home, but damn,
Isaac is an awful liar,
Stiles is never going to live that down. “Scott won’t be mad if we
leave.”

“But
I was supposed to take care of him after he got drunk! I’m his best
man!” Alcohol doesn’t really do it for Stiles anymore, he’s not a
big fan of losing control of his actions after – well, everything,
so he just sits and watches, sometimes even films stuff.
For blackmail purposes, of course.

“Isaac
can do that. He’s not that drunk.” Derek juts his chin towards
where Isaac is hitting it off with the waitress. Stiles smiles
softly, the girl is giggling and Isaac’s blush is adorable.
“Come on,” he stands up, pulls Stiles with him, “let’s go to
bed.”

Stiles sighs, squeezes Derek’s hand. “’kay. But I demand blowjobs
in the morning.”

Derek snorts. “You always do.”

Stiles smiles, following Derek towards the exit. Their
hotel is a short walk from the club and even though it’s almost
four-thirty in the morning, the streets are packed with people coming
and going.

The wind is chilly so Stiles holds Derek’s arm and takes advantage of
the fact that his boyfriend is practically a furnace. “Do you think
Scott will remember anything?”

Derek shakes his head, smirking. “I hope not. It will be funnier
when we show him the videos.”

Stiles laughs, turns to stare at Derek’s smiling face. Five years, he
sighs, and this man still takes his breath away. “Would you want
that?”

Derek stops walking, gives him a quizzical look.“What?”

“A
bachelor party.” Stiles explains. “Before we get married.” He
adds and then immediately freezes.

They’ve
been living together for the past two years, sharing a house, bills
and even sometimes a car, when Stiles’ Jeep breaks down. They made
their own routine after some fights about who gets to wash the dishes
or take out the trash and it was all very nice until Derek
brought home an abandoned cat he found on the street.

Derek’s
apologetic face was enough for Stiles to decide the cat had
to stay, and that he wanted to marry
the hell out of this guy that could rip someone’s throat out as
easily as he could kiss Stiles good morning every day.

That
was six months ago and now,
in Vegas, at his best friend’s bachelor party, Stiles’ sleep-deprived
mind decides it’s time to say something.

What.
The. Hell.

“I
–” Stiles tries to say as Derek continues to stare, “I don’t –”

Derek narrows his eyes. “Are you drunk?”

“What?
No!”
Stiles glares at him. “You know I didn’t –”

“Are
you awake?” Derek asks again.

“What
–” Stiles repeats, confused.

“Because
that was the worst proposal ever.” Derek continues, never letting
go of Stiles’ hand. “But if you mean it –”

“Of
course I meant it!” Stiles insists. “I’ve been wanting to propose
for six months now! It’s not my fault I don’t have a filter when I’m
tired. You know that.”
Stiles has been known for making some weird confessions when he’s
sleepy. The first time he said ‘I love you’ to Derek he actually fell
asleep before Derek could answer. The next morning was really
embarrassing.

“Right.”
Derek nods to himself, the tip of his ears turning red as he looks
around. There are people walking past them, but no one seems to be
paying attention to their conversation. “I was planning to propose
too.” He confesses softly, slipping a hand in the pocket of his
jacket. When Stiles spots the little velvet box in Derek’s hand, he
gasps. “I never thought about getting a bachelor party,” he says,
“fuck,
I didn’t even think I would get married. And then you
showed up and I just – I just kept thinking about keeping you.
Nothing else.”

Stiles
bites at his lip, not taking his eyes from the box. “I love you.”
He says, finally looking up and smiling at the man that changed his
life, made him feel loved and wanted and cherished.
“I wanna keep you too.” Stiles takes his hand and leans in to
press a kiss on Derek’s lips as an idea begins to form in his head.
“We should do it now.” He whispers, taking the box from Derek’s
hand and smiling playfully.

Derek
blinks, confusedly. “What.”

Stiles
keeps smiling, waving the box as Derek watches him with an arched
eyebrow. “What happens in Vegas doesn’t always have to stay
in Vegas.”

When
they just started dating Stiles used to worry he was more invested in
their relationship than Derek. Every day he’d wait for the other shoe
to drop, for Derek to finally realize Stiles wasn’t what he wanted.

Boy
was he wrong.

That
smile on Derek’s face now just proves it. Stiles is
everything Derek wants, just like Derek is everything Stiles had been
waiting for.

“You’re
crazy.” Even as he says it, Derek begins to walk towards Stiles,
smiling like he can’t believe this is their life.

“Crazy
for you, baby.”
Stiles teases, making Derek shake his head fondly. “Shall we?” He
gestures towards the closest wedding chapel with one hand and reaches
out for Derek with the other.

Unsurprisingly,
Derek takes it.

–

“We
just ruined Allison’s plans.” Stiles laughs, collapsing on the bed
with Derek next to him. Married sex is awesome,
Stiles decides, and they should do it again after some much needed
nap.

It’s
five-thirty in the morning and Stiles is now a married man. Fuck
yes.

“She
was going to throw the bouquet at you.” Stiles completes, turning
to watch his husband.
“Scott told me.” Drunk Scott has no filter and it’s fucking
hilarious.

Derek
shrugs, throws an arm over Stiles’ chest. “She’ll get over it.”

“Or,”
Stiles brightens up, “we don’t tell them. Make it a surprise.”

“You
can’t lie to Scott. Or your dad.” Derek points out, mouthing at Stiles’ neck
lazily.

“Good
point.” Stiles concedes, yawning again. “I’m gonna sleep now.”
He whispers.

“Okay.”
Derek whispers back, resting his head on Stiles’ shoulder. “Love
you.”

Stiles kisses the top of his husband’s head and closes his eyes. “Love you, too.”

–

“Guess
who got married!” Stiles shouts, all but waving his left hand in
front of Scott’s face when they finally meet for lunch later that
day.

Derek
shakes his head, the tip of his ears going pink as people around them
start to stare. “I regret everything.” He mutters, but when
Stiles turns to smile brightly at him Derek smiles back just as
happily.

He
loves him, really.