Operation Regain Stiles Favor (O.R.S.F)A Chapter by Tsukin Archangel WARNING: SUGGESTIVE THEMES, LANGUAGE, GAY KISS, FLUFFYNESS, DONT LIKE DONT READ The car was silent. Almost awkwardly so. Well it probably would be awkward if it was anyone but Derek trying to figure it out, but Derek being the not so great emotional reader he was (despite the whole I can smell when you’re angry thing), was all to oblivious to it. He glanced at the boy next to him who was currently looking out the window and twisting the bottom of his shirt…nervously?…Absentmindedly? It was hard to tell, the two kind of blended into one with Stiles, hell Derek would probably be more freaked out if his heart beat was anything less than erratic. Stiles sighed and started biting his nails. Derek scowled, okay that was a decidedly nervous/ worry gesture, but why would he be worried? It’s not like he’d never been in Derek’s camaro before, they already got the whole do not eat in my baby rule down pat, and it’s not like the two of them hadn’t been alone together before, so what was it? Derek’s scowl deepened. His dad. Of course it would be his dad. Why else would he be worried? Yes that was definitely the reason, he was worried about his dad, who was currently stuck in the hospital recuperating from his mild heart attack. Any loving child would be worried about that. Derek cleared his throat. “What’s wrong?” He asked for lack of a better question, his voice harsh and gruff; he internally winced at his tone, that was not how it was supposed to come out. He really was bad at the whole boyfriend thing, though considering his only other love interest had been psycho b***h Kate Argent…could you really blame him? Stiles flailed in surprise, jumping slightly in his seat, his hand successfully almost getting them killed by smacking Derek in the face, who somehow miraculously did not end up swerving into another lane and making a wonderful kaboom that would have been the end of them both. Derek shot Stiles a look, a low growl in his throat. Not the sexy kind, but the God I want to rip your throat out kind. Stiles looked up at Derek in surprise and guilty horror,“Sorry! Oh gosh, sorry wow, I almost killed us. Ha.Ha.Ha. That’s…great, score one for Stiles yeaaah…” His voice dropped at the end of his sentence and he cleared his throat, fidgeting in his seat before continuing, “I’m fine, peachy, great, totally fine,” He nodded as if to reassure himself it was true, “definitely not freaking out cause…I’m here…with you…alone…in the camaro…annnnd my mouth is running on its own again. Okay…shutting up…now…” He paused, “Yeeep….shutting up…quiet mouth…quit talking…okay…okay…shutting up officially…now.” Stiles took a breath and looked at Derek a slightly strained smile plastered on his face, “Yep, totally fine.” Derek nodded after a moment and turned his gaze back to the road, the car lapsing into silence. “Sooooo…where’re we goin?” Stiles asked after a few minutes of companionable silence, his verbal diarrhea back under his control. Derek said nothing opting to grunt instead of using words, his eyes fixed on the road. He honestly had no idea where they were going, but of course Stiles didn’t need to know that. Did it really matter? He could take a surprise couldn’t he? He just had to sit there and go with it. Simple right? Wrong. Stiles hated surprises, surprises held nothing but bad memories for him. Surprises had become the epitome of evil ever since his life had cascaded out of control and become a real time MMORPG complete with heroes, psychotic villains, and an ancient book full of mystical creatures, which under less threatening circumstances would be cool, had been cool, but one too many encounters with creepy uncles wanting to give him the “gift” of werewolfism(is that a word?)…who he might add should be dead, and with creepy snake Kanima’s that wanted to paralyze and rip his head off, kinda turned him off to the whole “surprises” thing. So no, surprises weren’t good. Nope. Nada. Do not do it. “Oh come on you know you wanna tell me,” Stiles nudged him good naturedly with his elbow, “Huh huh? You know you wanna.” Derek didn’t dignify that with an answer. “Fine, then sourpuss, don’t tell me and you’ll force me to use my feminine powers of persuasion on you.” Stiles paused opening one eye to peek over at Derek who remained as stoic as ever. “Cause we both know I’m the girl in this relationship…my a*s can testify to that, and we both know woman hold all the power whenever a man is involved.” Derek scoffed, “What power? You’ve got as much fight as a toothpick.” Stiles gasped, pulling a hand up to his mouth in mock horror, “Derek! How could you say such a thing? And I’ll have you know a toothpick can fight, a toothpick can put you’re eye out so there.” Derek resisted the urge to smile, forcing the muscles in his mouth to stay put, making his mouth do this ridiculous twitching thing that made him look pained and constipated. Way to try and uphold his image. “Still not going to tell me? Fine, you leave me no choice, no sex for you,” Stiles nodded, “Yep that’s right you’re officially regulated to second base privileges only. My a*s needs a break anyway, I refuse to be in a diaper for the rest of my life by the time I’m twenty.” Stiles mumbled the last part of his sentence and if it wasn’t for Derek’s werewolf hearing he wouldn’t have caught it and have snickered against his better judgement. No, not snicker, Derek Hale did not snicker, he was much to mature for that, he smirked. “I’m serious you know,” Stiles said crossing his arms, “These legs are locked up tight, not even a diamond cutter could open up these puppies right now.” Derek just looked at him with a, really Stiles? You’re even more hormonal than I was when I was your age, how are you going to last without sex look, obviously not believing him. “Don’t make me take away kissing privileges too,” Stiles warned turning away from him and back to the window, biting his lip lightly and messing with the hem of his sweater again. Derek gulped, his mouth going dry when he saw the motion. Oh how he wanted to just stop the car and push him against the door and have his way with him, to feel those soft lips against his own, to run his hand through Stiles buzzed hair, to feel him pull him closer to him…Stiles couldn’t have been serious about the no kissing…could he? He couldn’t possibly be, right? Derek tore his eyes away from his lover, glad that Stiles couldn’t smell his arousal and resisted the urge to smack his head against the steering wheel repeatedly. Oh the effect Stiles had on him. The pair continued in silence, Derek scanning the street for something that might earn him brownie points with Stiles and glanced at the clock in the car. It was twelve o’clock. Noon. Okay…so he’d get him food, yeah that would probably work, when was Stiles not willing to eat? He nodded to himself glad to have the first step in as he will now call his, Operation Regain Stiles Favor plan. Oh lord, did he really just think that? He did didn’t he. Crap, that goofy kid was rubbing off on him. “You hungry?” Derek asked as he drove into the parking lot of café, breaking the silence. Stiles looked at him, “Derek, you must not know me, how could you possibly have to ask?” He grinned, “Of course I’m hungry FEED ME!” “Is here okay?” He inquired gesturing to the café they were now parked in front of. “Eros Greek Café, hmmm?” Stiles raised an eyebrow, “ I hope you know that just because you take me to a cute little café named after the goddess of love, whose name just happens to be the root of erotic, does not mean I’m going to reinstate your butt sex privileges, cause if that’s what you‘re trying to do it‘s not going to work, kay?” Derek had not been aware of that, but he counted the fact that Stiles had grinned at him a positive sign sooo….one point for Derek, so far O.R.S.F seemed to be working…now he just needed to figure out the second step. He grimaced, he’d figure that out later…in the mean time… “Lets eat!” Stiles exclaimed getting out the car, letting out a hoot of delight and walking through the doors of Eros. *** “Stiles slow down, you’re going to choke.” “No I’m not, I’m a master deep throater remember?” Stiles wiggled his eyebrows comically and laughed. Derek sputtered, choking on his drink which only made the boy next to him laugh harder. Oh laugh Stiles, laugh at my pain, glad it amuses you, Derek thought as he glared at the hyper active teen, who had proceeded in taking another gargantuan bite out of his pita sandwich, clearly un-deterred by his gaze. “Oh, Derek, this is sooooo goood, its soooo thick and juicy and meaty, I could eat it all day long,” Stiles popped a fry in his mouth and drizzled in a bit of the white yogurt sauce, purposely letting a little bit spill out of the corners of his mouth. He licked his lips, seductively,“Delicious.” Derek, sputtered again, managing not to choke this time, and glared at Stiles some more, pouring as much venom and warning as he could into it. “I think you’re done,” He said matter of factly, not leaving any room for argument and grabbed Stiles wrist, yanking him from the table ignoring his protests of, I’ll be a good boy, and I wasn’t done with that yet. Derek paid for the food and tipped the waiter and with his vice grip still around Stiles wrist he walked out the café. *** Stiles crossed his arms and glared at the older boy next to him, one that was a poor imitation of Derek’s that just looked funny on him, “Just so you know you lost all points from feeding me.” Derek smirked not exactly caring, he‘ll just think of something better than food. “I’m serious you’re never going to have sex again, you know why I’ll tell you why, it’s ‘cause you’re not even at zero anymore, no you’re in negative digits, so far gone that even if you used a rocket to go at warp speed for five years you’d have only moved an inch. Hope you still have Lefty and Righty’s number you’re going to need to get re-aquatinted cause at this rate you’ll never have sex again. Nopity, nope, nada.” Stiles took a breath and stopped his tangent there, proud of his self control. And now would be a good time to do that Derek realized. Yep, definitely time to think up part two of his master Operation Regain Stiles Favor plan. Just needed to think of some things that Stiles liked. Simple. Easy. Like taking candy from a baby. Er…what did he like? Right, he should know this, he’s his boyfriend so…uhm…comics…yeah comics that was a big one…and uh…videogames, yep that one was for sure important…considering Stiles was wearing his Halo4 graphic tee…that was definitely an indicator…and er food…but he already did that so he could cross that off the activity list, and sex…everyone liked sex, but that’s what he’s trying to regain soooooo, that one’s off the table too and…uhm…and…plushies. Derek smirked at the thought. Yes, plushies, soft, cute little animals convered in fur, that Stiles oh so loved, yet oh so hated to admit. He had found Stiles secret stash in his closest one time when he was setting out a not so horrendous outfit for him…speaking of which he really needed to take Stiles shopping…he had absolutely no sense of color coordination. Yep…he was going to get him a plushy, he couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he finds out that he knows. “We’re going to the mall,” Derek said eyes fixed on the road, “Gotta get some stuff for the house.” It was true, but of course he had his ulterior motive at play. Stiles raised an eyebrow, “The burned out shell of a house that can barely be considered liveable?” “Yes.” “The one you abandoned for a rundown bus in the middle of a warehouse when my dad had wanted to arrest you?” Derek winced, not wanting to remember that and growled, “Yes.” Stiles tapped his finger on the dash board, “What is with you and rundown buildings, is it some sort of reverse coping mechanism?” He wondered aloud. Derek didn’t feel the need to answer that, he’d leave Dr. Phil Jr. to his own devices while uncovering the secrets of his psychosis. With that the car lapsed back into silence, Stiles looking noticeably less uncomfortable, relaxing into the seat more, letting his gangly frame slouch into the car, his legs stretched out as far as they could go. He waited for Stiles to speak again, one minute turned to two, then three, then four, Derek turned on the radio, Stiles hummed along to the music, it was nice, totally stress free, totally relaxed and Derek felt…okay with that. For once in his life he was okay to just sit and do nothing with someone else. “You really like to keep conversations brief, huh?” “Yes.” “Is that all you can say? ‘Yes?’” Derek shot him a look, “No.” “Oooo, the big bad wolf learned a new word, congrats,” Stiles said moving his hands in an almost jazzy way. “Stiles-” He began. “Shut up?” Stiles finished. Derek looked at him for a moment a really was that necessary Stiles face on, and smacked him lightly on the head, “Yes.” “Ow, was that necessary?” Stiles demanded rubbing his head lightly Derek smirked, “Yep.” “You’re an a*s.” *** “Get the red d****t, you have enough black already, you wear black, your car’s black, your house is f*****g charred, get the red.” Stiles pursed his lips and crossed an arm over his chest waving the red drapes in front of him. Derek was being difficult, ignoring all his suggestions, the neon green lava lamp, the hot pink desk, the sky blue couch, they were all super cool, but noooo, he just refused to have it, who cares about color coordination, Stiles doesn’t, what’s cool is cool, why mess with a good thing? Derek began to place the black drapes inside his cart, along with the black lamp, the dark almost black navy blue build it yourself book case, a couple of black bar stool chairs, and lots and lots of new flooring. How he’d managed to get all of this to fit in the tiny cart was beyond Stiles, apparently Derek was secretly totally OCD and…Oh! He is not going to ignore him again. “Get the f*****g red Derek,” Stiles growled shoving past him and placing the red drapes in the cart before Derek could put in the black. Score for Stiles! “Besides it’ll match your eyes sourpuss.” Derek’s eyes flashed red. “See my point exactly.” Derek sighed and rubbed his temples and placed the black drapes in the cart. Stiles would’ve complained but he made no move to take out the red so he, with his utmost will, did not say a thing. Like he said, why mess with a good thing? *** Stiles couldn’t believe his eyes. In front of him, beside him, all around him were…plushies. Like a s**t load. Like more than he’d ever seen in his life. Like heaven on earth. Stiles could barely contain his excitement as he ran through the aisles like a little kid, picking up small ones, little ones, medium ones, soft ones hard ones, light up ones, plain ones, omg just so many. Stiles was going to die, he really was, it was too much cuteness, how could he survive with all the cute around him? Stiles was about to turn around and leave while he still retained at least some of his sanity but then he saw it. The perfect plushy. The epitome of beauty. The climax of cute. If this had been sex, he would’ve came right there. He really would’ve. He wasn’t sure he hadn’t already…he supposed he could ask Derek later. “Oh. My. God.” He approached the plushy with an almost religious reverence, it seemed to glow with an internal light, its holiness shining out through the very tips of its raven black fur. Stiles picked it up and stared. Oh how he wanted to keep it…but he had no money and when he looked at the price tag…HOLY S**T THAT WAS EXPENSIVE. Way to break a child’s dream inflation…or maybe it was just the fact that it had been made totally by hand. He sighed dejectedly and set it gently back down on its pedestal where it belonged, he could almost believe he saw it frown at him with its beady eyes, pleeing with him, take me, take me, take me. “Do you want it?” Derek asked, suddenly coming up behind him. “Shi-Yes, b-but it’s freaking expensive.” Derek picked up the black wolf and looked at the price tag, then looked at Stiles, then walked away back to the front of the store, wolf in hand. “H-hey wait up, you’re not seriously about to buy it are you? I can totally go without it-” “Here,” Derek shoved a bag in his face. “Derek I-” “No refunds,” The clerk said filing her nails and smirking at them wickedly, like she knew something they didn’t. It reminded him a lot of Lydia. Stiles shot him a look and slowly took the bag from him, a huge grin spreading on his face, “Thanks.” He said beaming up at him. Derek scratched the top of his head, “It was nothing.” Stiles scoffed, “Oh it was something, did you see the price tag?” “Oh I saw the price tag, but uhm,” Derek started turning red, then continued stiffly, “If it makes you happy,” his voice dropped down to almost nothing, “then I’m happy.” Stiles moved closer to him, and whispered, “Oh, he does have a heart.” He glanced back down at the wolf in his hand and nuzzled the top of its head quickly before looking back up at him, saying, “He really is perfect you know.” Then he kissed him, their lips pressed together gently, chastely, lovingly, Stiles’ wolf pressed between them, Derek‘s arms wrapped around Stiles waist, pressing him closer, Stiles arms wrapped around his neck pulling at his hair. Finally, Stiles broke away and said grinning into Derek’s lips, “Hmm, I guess I need to re-instate your third base privileges…” Then he remembered, where they were…and the clerk right next to them and pulled away from Derek completely, quickly detangling himself from the other “Oh…sorry,” He said turning beet red, bringing up his wolf to cover his face. “Mmm, whatever, happens all the time, you all bought something make out all you want,” She said not looking up and filing her nails, “Most action I get all day.” “Okay well uhm…we should be going,” Stiles said, totally embarrassed and hurried out of the store, Derek following closely, the clerk telling them to come again soon. “Where to know?” Derek asked him an almost child like grin on his face. “The hospital, it’s time to see my dad.” Derek sobered quickly and nodded squeezing his shoulder gently. “It’ll be fine.” “I know,” He grinned up at him, “I’ve got Sourwolf to protect me.” “Really? You named it Sourwolf?” “Yes, he reminds me of you…it’s why he’s perfect,” Stiles blushed and moved in closer to Derek. Derek had to fight off another goofy grin, Operation Reclaim Stiles Favor was more a success than he could’ve hoped and if he thought he was perfect…well then…in that case, name that wolf whatever you want.
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