Chapter 6

Stiles had reached out to Derek in Messenger and had agreed to be picked up for the party. Then Saturday rolled up and Derek was nervous, so nervous he was driving his family insane all day as he didn't know what to wear, didn't know how to style the hair, didn't know if he should use aftershave or not. Pacing a lot, fiddling with his clothes a lot and then changing again.

"When is this damned party? Please, say you have to leave now..." Laura groaned, Peter finally taking pity on all of them by helping Derek pick out some clothes, complaining about how there wasn't much fitting to pick from since Derek's fashion style was appalling.

Cora, the eleven year old genius, made Derek wear the first outfit he had picked today and Talia made sure her son was going to eat dinner. Because going on a date with an empty stomach to a party with alcohol that maybe wouldn't influence him much but might not agree to the emptiness... that would be a bad call. Or so the alpha had decided. And then had taken a wet cloth to his face because they had eaten spaghetti and the red sauce was all over his face.

"Mom...!" Derek jerked away from her, embarrassed, having to change again because of the red sauce. All in all, the day had been trying for all Hales involved and there was a collective sigh of relief when Derek could leave to pick up his date.

"Ah, young love," Peter sighed, watching the car speed away. "Well, at least we don't have to worry about him knocking a girl up."

Derek, thankfully, didn't hear that remark as he put music on and stopped at the Stilinski house right on time. Should he go to the door? Was he supposed to ring the doorbell? He got out, lingered, got back in the car, waited, then repeated it.

The Sheriff had watched the dance from the window and laughed. "Stiles, Derek is here. I think he's too nervous to make up his mind if he should come and get you or not." These boys were ridiculous in his opinion, as if he hadn't noticed his own son's interests when it came to boys and girls. As if he was blind to the way Stiles had looked at Derek. Or the way he blushed each time Noah even mentioned the name.

"Okay, okay, think I'm ready!" Stiles rushed down the stairs, jumping off from the last two and thanks to some miracle didn't break anything or faceplanted on the floor. His nose was looking a teeny-tiny bit better, the edge of the bruising and the black under his eyes beginning to recede a bit and pick up a green shade which meant he has started healing. And a plus was that the swelling went down enough so he could breathe without being too loud about it.

The days leading up to this night were dragging on, Stiles' nerves and anxiety making him even more de-concentrated and unsure about all of this. Even if he wanted this very much. Yes, he was overthinking and yes, his emotions were all over the place. But there was one part of his days which kinda put them and his mind at ease and that were the chat messages he kept exchanging with Derek at the evenings – sometimes lasting late into the night. It was so easy to talk about all kinds of stuff – usually innocent stuff not involving relationships – to Derek. Their likes and dislikes in many things from food to books and movies and comics. They talked about classes and teachers and even some news that had caught their attention for some reason. It was so much easier to do that through text than facing the real person. These talks also boosted Stiles' low self-esteem and confidence about Derek a bit. He was such a cool and nice guy as it turned out and maybe he'd even consider them as friends now.

But that confidence and relative calmness were so very gone as the party drew closer and Stiles had to pick an outfit for himself. He usually wore a T-shirt under some baggy plaid shirts or a hoodie and simple pants or a pair of jeans at school, but he knew this night called for something a bit different.

That's why after a good hour of critically examining all the clothes he owned laid out in his room, he chose the black T-shirt with a red stripe across the chest and nicely fitting black jeans which bordered on skinny ones. And he pulled out his "festive" black pair of Converse sneakers too. Other than that he used the same aftershave and styled his hair the same way. Oh and he had his swim pants underneath. His backpack slung over a shoulder contained a towel, a pair of boxers for after the pool and a few bags of chips and snacks. Strictly no alcohol since yeah, they were underage and he was the Sheriff's son. Stiles was sure his dad even inspected the backpack while he was getting ready.

"Ah-ah, hold up a minute there, young man!" Noah put his hand out in front of Stiles before he had the chance to tear the door open in his hurry.

"Oh come on, dad! We already had THE TALK when I was like twelve!" Stiles whined with a pained expression.

"Oh god no, not that," Noah grimaced, but his eyes were amused. "I just want you to be responsible and don't make me embarrassed. I definitely don't want to be called in because of that party, okay?"

"Dad, you know me..."

"That's why I'm saying," Noah cracked a smile. "Otherwise have fun and try to come home at a reasonable time." Stiles went out too rarely (staying over at Scott's didn't count) so he kinda always looked forward to use his reasonable dad voice before letting his kid out of the house.

"Sure, dad. No trouble. No drinking. No getting anyone pregnant and no getting hurt. I know the drill... I promise we'll just sit around reading books while the music is on...." Stiles pulled his dad's leg with an exasperated eye-roll.

"I'm sure..." the sheriff snorted. "Now scoot. Your date is probably getting impatient."

"He's not my... Arrrrgh, dad!" Stiles groaned and stormed out of the house, followed by his dad's chuckle.

His momentum lasted until he got to the black Buick and his eyes zeroed in on Derek. Who, of course, looked gorgeous. "Hi..." he said with a slight flush on his cheeks and was kinda grateful that it was night time, hoping that the street lamp's light would hide the coloring a bit. Damn all this blushing around Derek!

Maybe he should have put more thought in his outfit since clearly Stiles had decided to forgo the usual attire. Usually the teen was donned out in loose jeans, a large t-shirt with some kind of text or drawing on it and a plaid shirt over it or a hoodie. If somebody would tell Derek to dress as Stiles for Halloween, he'd know exactly what kind of clothes to wear and everybody would know who he was, from school anyways. Not tonight. Tonight Stiles looked different and Derek felt like his jeans and shirt were too like his usual. He never should have eaten dinner, then it would have been a nicer shirt.

As Stilinski got in, Derek smiled at him warmly. "Hey. Looking good." Green eyes trailed over the lanky form before he started the car. They had been talking non-stop this week through messenger but it was so different when he wasn't staring at the screen of his phone but at the other boy himself. He wanted to lean in to kiss him. Maybe he would have if he didn't see movement behind the window of the house. The Sheriff. It would be so wrong for their first kiss to be in front of a parent. So he drove off, knowing the way to Danny's house well by now.

The drive in the car was a little awkward with their blushing and glances and smiles. Not a bad kind of awkward though. It was a giddy kind of silence between them, with a lot of anticipation. When Derek pulled up near the house, it was already crawling with other teens and cars, everybody was happy with the chance at a party it seemed. Lots of juniors around so Stiles shouldn't feel too out of place. Derek got a box from the backseat, filled with snacks of which he had grabbed handfuls at the store, knowing that most kind of chips was fine and that popcorn was a no go because of the sticky mess it created. Waiting for Stiles so they both could enter together, they were greeted by loud music as soon as the door opened.

"Food's here!" he called out loudly, followed by loud whoops as some of the guys of the team took the box from him to the kitchen somewhere in the back. There was random dancing happening all around, kids lounging everywhere, doors in the back opened to the garden with a large pool where even more teens were. There was a table full of booze to the side in the living room and a beer keg outside from the sounds of the loud encouragements going on there.

"Yeah, the parties are always like this. It's not bad." Soon there would be some truth or dare, there'd be couples kissing, there'd be puking. Kids using bedrooms. "Do you want a drink?"

Stiles was drinking in the details of the house and the ongoing party. He was uncharacteristically quiet on the ride here, but he didn't mind either. He liked the kind of silence between him and Derek which fell on them in-between some quiet small talk until they got there and boy, he needed a drink as encouragement!

"Yeah, sure, that'd be nice. Beer will do," he said. He liked beer sometimes. Got drunk before too, like that time with Scott and a bottle of whiskey in the woods last year. That ended with some puking and heavy headache the following day. Things which Stiles didn't want to let happen this time because he was here at the party with Derek Hale. Maybe as his date? He still wasn't sure, but it was a nice thought and he wanted to play it cool and not mess it up as usual.

He trailed after Derek, his whiskey-colored eyes moving around as he watched the other boy greet practically everyone and get slapped on the shoulder or in the back or get some fist bumps. All the usual stuff popular kids probably had to deal with daily. Stiles kinda felt invisible, which suited him since he didn't want to be at the center of attention. That usually meant pranks or comments thrown in his way when it wasn't in class answering the teachers' questions or helping his dad or Scott with something. And it would require coming up with cleverly insulting retorts or laughing along. For now no one seemed to really notice him – in his opinion – which was good because it gave him time to observe his surroundings.

Yes, it was a typical teen party with all kinds of activities going on and sure, lots of drinking and loud music and fun and teen drama like couples bickering, girls crying about boys or the unfairness of life and stuffy air from too many bodies put in closed spaces.

Stiles was far from a party boy, but he could appreciate a good party when he was invited and not picked on. Although he expected a few comments at least from Jackson at some point. But tonight he didn't care that much because he was on Derek's side and they just raised their typical red plastic cups once Stiles dropped the bags of chips and snacks onto a table too.

"Cheers!" he grinned over the rim then drank half of his beer, smacking his lips at the end.

"Hey, you could make it!" It was Danny with one of his big white smiles and too tight shirts which showed off his muscular upper-body. He clasped hands with Derek and gave him a half-hug. Which Stiles usually referred to as a "bro hug". "Feel yourself at home!" he said cheerfully, clearly hyped up by the drinks he already had and being the host.

Being the center of attention wasn't something Derek felt too comfortable with but gotten used to. The way everybody knew him, wanted to greet him, acknowledge him. It was all part of it and he took it in stride as he banned his way over to where the keg was to get the asked beer, checking back often to see if Stiles was with him. He was remarkably quiet, and he realized that he hadn't seen Stiles at these parties often so maybe he wasn't that much of a fan of them. Or was so used to not being noticed that he'd fall back into his wallflower behavior almost automatically to avoid more harassment. Which wasn't going to happen, not on Derek's watch. The stupid shit was going to end as soon as somebody starts it.

"Always, thanks Danny," Derek grinned at the Hawaiian, who was already being a good host and making sure the bowls of snacks were going to be added to the tables. Beer was a stupid drink, tasted like watered down hop and though Derek always drank a few of the red plastic cups, he'd resort to the stronger stuff in the end. The sweeter the better. Especially if it had a kick when going down, warming the belly before it fizzled out.

Drinking games were no fun with him, he would always win and have to act at least a little intoxicated to keep appearances up. When that acting came from watching others be idiots and never having it experienced himself, it wasn't worth the bother. He had done it a few times but not often. The drinking was to keep up appearances. He'd also drink soda for the actual thirst. After a few sips of the beer, he shared a grin with Stiles, not sure how to entertain him. The lips were wet from beer, looking all the more inviting.

"You wanna swim before everybody gets too drunk? I mean, in like three hours somebody will have puked in it or peed in it or had sex in it." Unfortunately, as werewolf, if he'd get some of the water in his mouth, he'd taste it. Nothing like having your swimming time ruined by drinking somebody's pee.

Stiles normally wouldn't go for the swimming right away because although he was okay with his rapidly growing teen body and was proud of the lean muscles he had managed to lately put on his bones, he was also painfully aware that he was far from the buffer guys around. But two things quickly convinced him. One, there were non-sport people in all shapes enjoying the water in the pool, and two, he remembered that Derek would like to see him in his swim pants. That memory and the one from the naked shower put some color on his cheeks once more and he quickly downed the second half of his beer, throwing the empty plastic cup into a trash bag under the table.

"Yeah, sure, why not?" he asked with a small smile, appearing more confident than he was, his heartbeat picking up somewhat from the prospect. "I brought a towel and boxers once we get bored of the water," he announced, pointing a thumb at his backpack which was still on one shoulder. Because Stiles Stilinski was usually good at rolling with things, but when he could, he liked to be prepared for anything.

Looking around, he found a spot in the garden where they could undress and leave their clothes without the danger of getting them all wet from the splashing water. Heading that way this time in front of Derek, they soon got there and he dropped his bag to kick his sneakers off and pull his tee over his head. He glimpsed at Derek next only once his hands were unbuckling his belt and pushing his jeans down, jumping on one leg for a few seconds to be able to pull it off properly. He has never been a graceful stripper – not that he could practice that too much – but he didn't care. He suddenly felt somewhat giddy – probably the beer starting to affect him a bit too – so he grinned at Derek, their clothes in a mixed heap over his backpack.

"Okay, Mr. Popular, show me how pool parties are done!" he smirked at the other boy, hands on his narrow hips, his look expectant.

Derek wasn't sure why Stiles was so uncertain about himself. He showered with other boys, they had seen one another naked already so being in swimwear should be way easier. The teen looked good in his opinion, nothing to be ashamed of but maybe he wasn't that comfortable without his clothes, when Derek was so the other way around. Shamelessly he watched Stiles undress down to the shorts he had already put on. He didn't seem to mind the ogling and only grinned at him.

A grin was flashed back in return as Derek pulled his shirt over his head, revealing tanned skin as he was toeing his shoes off, no socks in the sneakers. Down went the jeans to reveal simple black swim shorts, clinging to his skin because he didn't like the baggy swim shorts at all. A challenge had been uttered about him showing how the pool parties were done, which he was about to show…

"Oh, you're on!" It was all the warning Stiles got as Derek ran over, wrapping his arm around the pale waist to pull the younger teen with him in his mad dash to the pool. The human didn't stand a chance, the two boys mostly stumbled into the water together with loud yelling, Derek resurfacing with a laugh. That was what pool parties were about, pretty much the usual pool antics. Boys would be boys.

Stiles should've expected this. He should've prepared himself, but he was too mesmerized first by that clinging piece of fabric on Derek's way too hot body. (Knowing what was underneath was only a bonus which could've made Stiles hot and bothered in seconds if he allowed himself.) And also from the way the other boy's arms wrapped around him and pulled him along with little effort, which proved Stiles that Derek was stronger than he first thought.

Then he was suddenly surrounded by cold water and was coming up to sputter some out of his mouth, wiping his wet hair out of his face as he was looking around for where Derek had landed. "COLD!" was the first thing he said then splattered water into the Hale's face as 'revenge' but he was laughing. The water reached only up to his chest, so he didn't have to constantly move around like in the school's much deeper swimming pool.

"You should have seen your face!" Derek laughed and spluttered at the same time, running a hand over his face to get rid of some of the water. It was cold, the water left a tingling sensation in his extremities but as a werewolf, it didn't affect him as much since heat and cold both didn't do much unless they were extremes. Stiles looked a shade paler thanks to the cold, it was maybe not hot enough for a pool party because the water hadn't had time to warm up yet so early in the year.

Splashing some water back, Derek grinned and swam to the edge so he wouldn't get another teen on top of him, they tended to jump in the middle if they wanted to get in. A blow up donut drifted past so he snagged it, handing it over to Stiles so he could lounge on it if he wanted to. This was what they did at pool parties, lounging on inflatable items, pushing each other into the water and talk. And get drunk.

"We don't have a pool so I often go to the parties when I know there is one just so I can enjoy one. I think they're supercool. We usually swim in the lake when it's really hot."

Stiles grabbed onto the donut with both hands and let the rest of his body float up onto the surface once they found their relatively quiet and calm spot near the edge. Stiles' always restless eyes glimpsed around them time after time to like avoid being jumped on and 'attacks' and such, but they mostly stayed on Derek's wet face. And life was just unfair! How come Derek gets to be like a young swim model while he probably looked like a wet dog?! Unfair indeed!

"Oh yeah, we don't have any either if we don't count the blow-up pool dad and I relax in on too hot days sometimes. But I think it wasn't used for a year or two now. Maybe this summer it'll make a return!" Stiles grinned, curiosity shining in his eyes. "Oh that lake is cool. Sometimes Scott and I go there too. Dad used to take me too as a kid but to the more popular parts where most go. But we had found this perfect spot with Scott a few years back. Not too deep and not too shallow bay-like area. It's good for swimming and there are big enough rocks in the water to jump from if we want. Maybe... if you'd be interested, you could come with us some time?"

It was a long shot, but Stiles liked the idea of swimming around or just sunbathing on the sand beside the Hale.

The smile Derek flashed Stiles when he was invited to come to the lake with Scott and the other was large and genuine. This summer was months away so that meant Stiles was finally embracing the idea that they were going to be friends at the very least. But of course there was the intense hope for more though he'd take what he could get. Derek was a masochist like that.

"I'd like that. We usually go to the same spot so I haven't done much exploring." The Hale family was fine with avoiding the busy spots and the community was fine with avoiding them too. It was a big lake so plenty of spots to be for the entire town as well as the county. Of course, if they crossed the Preserve, they were already at the lake so it was really close for them. Some in town had at least thirty minutes to get there since they couldn't take the short cut through the woods with their cars and bikes.

They hung out in the water for a while, chatting and lounging and it was pretty nice. Of course Derek had to go and ruin it by suddenly lunging for Stiles, pushing him off the donut and swimming away playfully with a challenge. Some roughhousing was needed before they'd get out.

"Oh youuu!!! Way to ruin a good chat!" Stiles yelled 'outraged' and swam after Derek. Challenge accepted, he thought with an evil grin, the muscles in his arms jumping and flexing as he used them to catch up with the Hale. Then it was he who tried to push Derek under the water – which was harder than it looked because he had met resistance.

Then more water into his face when one of the girls fell off a guy's shoulder when their opponent overpowered her. The people nearby cackled from the victory 'arm dance' the other girl did on top of her team mate's shoulders.

"Oh come on!" Stiles whined and pretended to give up, even throwing his hands up in the air. But when he saw Derek try to move in, like an eel, the slender boy slipped out from his way and got behind him, half-jumping on his back in an attempt to try pushing him that way. Which essentially resulted in a wet Stiles Stilinski plastered against the other boy's back, one arm loosely around Derek's neck while the other was pushing down on a shoulder. It was nearly like trying to move a brick wall.

For a moment Derek let Stiles, though he wasn't sure what he was trying to accomplish by pushing on his shoulder the way he was doing. Snorting at the considerable effort there was being made into trying to get him dunked under water, it was clear Stiles didn't realize that if he wanted to win this one, he had to tackle Derek by surprise instead of shoving and hoping it was going to result in anything.

Not that he minded having the slender body against his own, all wet and cold and nearly naked. But if he let it continue for a while longer, it would get awkward and Stiles was going to blush and move away.

"Better luck next time!" The Hale decided to jump up and fold his legs so he dunked both of them under water before he swam away. And when the human came up for air, he also got a gulp of water Derek splashed at him.

Yeah, enjoy the pee water! Grinning, Derek reached out to take a wrist, tugging Stiles to him. "Come on, let's get dressed, your lips are turning blue."

"You play evil, Mister!" Stiles accused once he actually got air into his lungs. The blush didn't need Derek's body to react to Stiles' closeness, it only needed those fingers around his wrist and his brain to catch up where Stiles was plastered over a few moments ago. He could still feel the heat of the other boy's body on his full front. Which was a bit strange, no? How was Derek still so warm in a pool of cold water which started making Stiles' teeth slightly chatter and his pale skin break out in goose bumps all over? The contrast of his own temperature and the warmth of the fingers' around his wrist had to be some kind of a delusion or something. Not that Stiles had a lot of time pondering on that because they pretty fast reached the edge of the pool and climbed out.

"Cold, cold, cold!" Stiles chanted as he pretty much jogged back to their clothes and backpack and dug out his towel. He started frantically rubbing his skin and hair as dry as he could then glimpsed at Derek with the towel in hand. "Uhm... you want it?" he asked. "I probably should've packed two to make sure, but I only have this one..." he blinked up at the slightly taller Hale (aka gorgeous and not at all cold swimsuit model).

"I should go to the bathroom to change out of the trunks anyway," he added with his bluish lips and a little teeth-chattering. "Our next drink should be something that can warm us up, I think."

"Oh no, it's fine, I don't need it," Derek gently pushed the towel back to Stiles who seemed like he needed it way more with the way he was shivering from the cold. If it was acceptable to do, the young Hale would have stripped out of his shorts right here and pull his clothes on but that might get some weird talk so he gathered his clothes and nodded to the house. "Come on, I'll show you to the bathroom."

Obviously the next drink was going to be something very strong because coffee or hot tea weren't things that were served here and he heard others say they always got a rush of warmth from the strong stuff. Leading the way, Derek took them upstairs to the bathroom there, so Stiles could change in peace without people constantly trying the door because they needed to pee.

"I'll be in the room across if you're quicker than me." Which he doubted. As soon as he closed the door behind him, he slipped the wet trunks off and got into his dry clothes, without underwear since he hadn't bothered to bring any. He'd dry the trunks on the balcony and grab them later to put on again. Wringing them out, he hung them to dry. If he forgot, he could always text Danny if he could come get it the coming week sometime.

Without product, his hair was a little more wild than usual so he scowled at the mirror hanging in the guest bedroom, not bothering to even try to fix it. If they were going to warm Stiles up, he was going to be tipsy pretty fast and wouldn't care what Derek's hair looked like. He waited in the hallway, leaning against the wall as his stomach rumbled softly. They were also going to get like their own personal bowl of chips because he was pretty sure he could eat a whole bag.

Stiles was grateful for Derek's guidance to the bathroom and he tried to be quick with the changing too. He even found a hair dryer because yeah, he was COLD and wet hair wouldn't help too much to warm up. At least this way he more or less got back his messy hairdo too. For a moment he paused about his towel before simply tucking it back into his backpack.

"Sorry for the wait," Stiles smiled when he spotted Derek in the hallway and adjusted the strap of his backpack on his shoulder. "Come on, let's find something to drink and munch on. I saved the best chips for us," he jerked his head towards the backpack and winked at the other boy as they made their way downstairs – which was interrupted with some more greetings of Derek, but Stiles didn't mind. He was just glad he only got a few confused stares instead of snarky comments.

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