Stiles wanted to answer Derek's question, but he found himself being kissed, so he agreed with himself that it could wait a little longer. So instead he quite literally melted into another kiss, giving Derek not just his laugh but a small little sigh at the end too. He smiled against the soft lips again then opened his eyes to look into the green ones from close. In the dark they looked a dark grey and Stiles loved the way they looked at him.

"Nooo, that'd be such a rude thing from me to bring you to a bench where I made out with someone before!" Stiles eventually chuckled. "My mom used to bring me to the playground a lot when I was little since it's close to our house. Then after she was gone, I often hid here from other kids or dad, or just to read a book or my comic books, sometimes with Scott too," he explained in-between stealing soft pecks from Derek.

He was a bit at a loss about what to do with his hands, but finally slid closer to the other boy and curled them into fists around Derek's shirt by the warm sides. This time it was Stiles' turn to lick along the seams to initiate a deeper kiss, his curious tongue sliding into Derek's mouth in search of the other.

"Got it, no taking you to..." known make out spots. That's what Derek wanted to say but Stiles was now the one who stole his words away by kissing him and not just with any kiss. It was deepened right away as their tongues found one another and their bodies pressed close together on the bench that wasn't a make-out bench before but might turn into one rapidly since they were planning on keeping it a secret for a little while. It was a perfect meeting up spot too when the parents were home at both homes and they had nowhere else to go.

Derek was okay with that, probably was going to be okay with a lot of things if he was often going to be kissed like this. So very okay with doing this for a while, that would be cool. He had no idea what time Stiles had to be back home, but he hoped it was a long time from now. He let his hand fall down from the cheek to settle somewhere on the other boy's waist, but he wasn't sure because his attention wasn't on his hands. His focus was on the sounds of their kiss, slick sounds, loud in the quiet night.

It was no surprise that for a while there's been a constant blush on Stiles' cheeks and his whole body felt like tingling. The fact that his kiss was returned and stretched out only affected him more. He wasn't a virgin by any means by then, even if his sexual experiences were limited to just girls, but this kinda felt like his first time doing it and not just because it was a boy he was kissing, but because he really liked Derek and he didn't want to mess this up.

As the kiss stretched on, it also grew more passionate with some lip biting and tongue sucking, the wet sounds continuing. Derek was a good kisser and Stiles was told that he wasn't bad himself either, so this was bound to be amazing. And it was, without a doubt.

He had no idea when his hands let go of the shirt to find their way underneath to touch bare warm skin, but they were by then and he was more than half-hard from what they were doing. It was kinda like a wet dream come true. Yes, Stiles would want more, but right now he was very content with just the kissing and ignored the hard-on in his pants or the crazy way his heart was beating in order to fully get lost in his boyfriend's(!) tongue and lips.

Derek was by no means a blushing virgin but he was, in the end, an inexperienced virgin and as soon as the cold hands were pressed against his bare skin, his body reacted. It was a combination of their heated kissing, the way Stiles smelled like arousal and the touching and boy... that created some problems. Not only did he get so incredibly hard, his fangs wanted to drop and his claws had already popped out. Shit! If that was the case, his eyes were probably next so he quickly squeezed his eyes shut and pulled away. Panting harshly.

So much for no control during full moons. Control was impossible when he was so into doing more than just kissing. Clenching his hands into fists to hide the evidence, Derek tried to make them go away. He stood and created some distance as he breathed in and out, repeating the Hale mantra.

Alpha, beta, omega.

Over and over. He could do this.

Stiles got very surprised when suddenly the lips were gone and then Derek himself jumped up to walk a few steps away. It happened so abruptly that Stiles lips were still right where they were left as confusion flooded him. What just happened? Everything went so well until now. Derek was kissing back and seemed to enjoy this just as much as Stiles did. He took a glimpse between the other teen's legs and he was sporting a matching bulge to Stiles'. So... what went wrong?

"What's wrong? Did I do something? Is this too fast for you? Because we can slow down. I'm sorry if I pushed you..." Stiles finally found his voice, which sounded just as confused as he was. Was he already messing things up when they barely started? It'd be so him so he wouldn't be surprised.

He stood up from the bench too, watching the tense line of Derek's back and noticed the hands curled into tight fists as he carefully walked over to put a hand on the boy's arm. "Derek? Are you okay?"

Derek nearly jumped out of his skin when the hand touched his arm but at least his fangs hadn't dropped and his eyes didn't activate or his vision would have been different. Of course he couldn't say that he was about to go werewolf on Stiles. That would be bad on so many levels. No, this was a secret he had to keep so he nodded and tried to come up with what was wrong. He should have prepared for this and he totally wasn't. Stiles was smelling of guilt and that couldn't happen so Derek, in his infinite wisdom, blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

"I'm a virgin!" Wow, this was going to do wonders for his reputation even though it was true. "I got... like really into it and I panicked." It hadn't been his boner that had made him panic but whatever worked right? They were making out so nicely and now Stiles might leave because Derek was still a virgin at seventeen. That was freaky, especially for boys. Nothing cool about being a virgin. "Sorry. I was stupid."

"Hey... hey, Derek, it's okay. I don't mind. It's not a problem that you are," Stiles said without thinking, because it was what he thought. Sure, it was a surprise that Derek blurted it out like this and that a popular guy like him didn't do it yet, but Stiles really didn't care. He knew some people waited for the right person or didn't feel ready for it. Or didn't have anyone to do it with. "Doing it just because others do it is lame," Stiles said and stepped in front of the other teen to look him in the eye.

"I'm glad you told me. And if it makes you feel better, I totally panicked and messed things up before my first time. It was an awkward situation, but we managed to laugh it off," he smiled up at Derek, his hand still resting on his upper-arm. "You don't have to panic with me, okay? I won't push you, we'll do only what feels right to you, I promise. And whenever you feel like it's too much, just tell me and I'll stop," he added with an honest look in his eyes as he slid his palm down along Derek's arm to hold his wrist since his hands were still curled into fists.

"Is that okay like that? I mean... I really enjoyed what we were doing, I'm sure you noticed, but I want you to be comfortable with me if we want to do this. You still want to do the boyfriend thing, right?" he asked a bit worried at the end, which resulted in Stiles chewing on his bottom lip with a hopeful expression. "I don't want to blow my chance with you."

Yeah well, the problem was that everything felt good to Derek and he wanted it all. It wasn't like it was too much but his body's reactions and his control went completely berserk when he got horny around Stiles. He was seventeen, he was horny a lot, he was really into this boy and his body wanted. It wanted so badly it was causing problems. And here Stiles thought it was because Derek got nervous and was being all sweet and supportive. If only he knew that Derek wanted nothing more than for them to be naked and get some friction going. And when Stiles said blow, his own dick did this happy twitch. It had a mind of its own.

"Yes," he hissed as he tried to calm everything down so it sounded like he was angry but in truth he was so horny it was embarrassing. Taking a few steadying deep breaths again, he nodded. "Yes I still want that." What was he supposed to say to it? Of course he had wet dreams, he had moments where he'd pop a boner in a situation that wasn't ideal, and he helped himself with a hand. Often. But as long as control was an issue, he wasn't allowed to be with humans, he'd hurt them. Sexually be with them.

"I guess because I never did anything I'm... a little on edge about it all. Everything felt really good." The fists didn't unclench, the claws had left wounds which had healed already but there might be some blood there.

"Okay... Good. As long as everything felt really good and you want it," Stiles smiled at him relieved. He didn't get offended by that angry-ish undertone. He was very much familiar with panic attacks and whatnot and sometimes he got angry about them too. So instead he let his thumb caress Derek's pulse point on his wrist in an effort to calm and ground him a bit more.

"How about you escort me back home? It's getting late and this should need a good night sleep to sink in. Or with other words, we might want to rest it for a day or so. But you can totally kiss me good night at the door if you want to," he smirked at Derek, not wanting to make a big deal out of this because it wasn't. "Dad should be already asleep," he added and started pulling Derek towards the edge of the playground and back towards the road.

He let the wrist go only when a car approached and passed. Stiles picked up his abandoned backpack from the swings where he had first dropped it and knew that this place was never going to be the same for him. This place was going to be where his first kiss happened with Derek Hale... Which put him back into his good mood and he glimpsed back at the other boy with a big smile to see if he was following.

Right, tomorrow Stiles wouldn't want to see him, and Derek was allowed to kiss him at the door and they'd probably be all awkward at school come Monday. Derek didn't protest though and followed as he got pulled along, wiping his hands at his dark jeans, nothing to see there. He studied the palm of his hands to be sure but all clear. Stiles was smiling at him, so he returned it, joining him to walk side by side to the door of the Stilinski home.

"Sorry about the weird ending of the night." Come to think of it, it had been a totally weird night all together, no wonder Stiles was going to run. Shit, as soon as Derek was going to be home, he was going to lock himself in his room, get under the shower and take care of some business to get a clear head again. He didn't want to deal with the mockery at home yet, he'd avoid them until the morning, Sunday family breakfast. Ugh.

Derek leaned in for a chaste kiss on the cheek, he assumed Stiles had meant that as good night kiss.

"Hey... what are you doing?" Stiles raised a brow with a soft and quiet chuckle, just in case his dad was still up (although they didn't see any lights on while approaching the house). "That's not a proper goodnight kiss from your boyfriend..." the scrawny teen huffed half-amused and didn't let Derek pull away, instead he kissed him on the mouth. And boy, did he hope that the tension and closed up behavior he had sensed on the other boy while walking were going to ease up from it!

"This whole night was weird and yet perfect," Stiles murmured after breaking the kiss. "Derek Hale is my boyfriend now... well, for a short while my secret boyfriend... which, let me tell you, is continuously blowing my mind!" he grinned and kissed Derek again, just because he could now and because he met no protest. It was a deeper and longer kiss now with tongues again, waiting out until the other boy reciprocated too. But this time Stiles paid attention not to get too carried away. (Even if his dick didn't get the memo, apparently.)

"Wanna hang out tomorrow? I might be free in the early afternoon. Depending on how long Scott will gush about Allison... oops, maybe I shouldn't have told you that, but oh well..." he lightly squeezed Derek's shoulders where he's been keeping his hands in the last minute or so. Strictly just there. "I cook lunch for me and dad and Scott is bound to pop up some time. But after all that you and I could go somewhere to be alone, if you want?"

To say the Hale was so confused was an understatement, because there was lots of kissing and boyfriend mentioning and then he wanted to hang out tomorrow? Derek scratched the back of his neck, flustered because now he was the one who wasn't sure of any of this being real or whatever it meant. But it beat weird Monday morning so he was quick to say yes.

"You can text me when you're free? I saw Scott chatting to Allison at the party so it might take a while for him to stop gushing." Besides the usual family breakfast, Sundays weren't that filled at the Hales, they didn't go to church. Sometimes they'd go out to picnic. But Talia was often gone, Laura would head back to college and Derek would help his grandmother babysit the twins while Cora tried to get as much attention from his dad as possible if she wasn't at a friend's house to play. It was usually the day for Derek to do some gaming and reading so no big plans at all.

"I don't have plans so time doesn't matter. Sunday is takeout dinner at the Hale's anyways and it's Cora's turn to pick and that means Kentucky Fried Chicken." Derek made a face at that. They didn't even have a decent hamburger. "We can go eat some place if you want, save me from KFC."

"Oh come on! Chicken is good for growing these muscles..." Stiles giggled low while lightly squeezing Derek's biceps – which were nicely toned. "But sure, we can figure out some acceptable food for you if we get hungry. I'll text you when I'm free," he promised then looked a bit more serious.

"Despite the teen drama, I had fun tonight and I'm happy things took this turn. I just wanted you to know. And I'm sorry in advance if I'm too awkward or screw things up. It's just who I am and from now on you have to deal with it. I hope that won't scare you off," he grinned then ran his fingers through the other boy's soft hair and pulled him into another kiss – this time slower and more sensual and somehow promising.

"You’re too awkward and screwing things up?" Derek’s voice did that annoying little hiccup where it went hoarse with higher tones. He got past the whole voice changing process but that was kind of a leftover from it. "I think I was the one who messed up everything tonight. And Jackson but he doesn't count, he always messes up."

But Stiles had fun and he wasn't running away yet, he still wanted to kiss and spend time together so Derek counted that as a big massive win!

"True that about Jackson and let’s put all the blame on him!” Stiles chuckled then smirked at the other boy. “Good night, Derek. Be safe on your way home," he smiled again then reluctantly stepped back to fish his keys out and slip through the door like an eel. He was so going to jerk off after all this once he was sure his dad was asleep... Because wow!

"Night, see you tomorrow, boyfriend," Derek beamed at him and left, feeling a million times lighter by the time he got into his car. The ride home was mostly on automatic, and he yelled that he was back when he got through the door and quickly ran upstairs to his own room. Fuck, he needed some privacy for this. Kicking off his shoes, he rushed into his bathroom to get a shower. And to get his hand on his dick to think about what happened tonight.

Tomorrow couldn't happen soon enough.

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