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[December 5th] [Teen Wolf] Frozen
Title: Frozen
Series: Mouth Full Words I Can't Say
Prompt: 5.You can buy a peach. But where can you buy an orchard in full bloom?
Series: Teen Wolf
Character/Pairing: Sterek
Yet, as sudden as that, once Derek's lips were on Stiles', kissing him like it was the only thing in the world, they were also gone.
”Derek?” Stiles asked, stunned, pleased and confused all wrapped into one head full of thoughts that didn't take root, his brain being overpowered in the wake of the kiss. It had just been getting real good, too, he'd let his mouth fall open and was sure Derek would have stuck his tongue into it, he knew he'd been about to explore Derek's himself. And, oh, he was hard.
Derek's hands were gripping on Stiles' arms, either holding him away or wanting to pull him back in, well, maybe not the latter option.
Stiles shivers, because he's cold again, his whole body shaking, now that he's not pressed right next to Derek again. “Fuck, if you're not gonna kiss me then either hold me closer or take me home... or a hospital?” Suddenly Stiles' eyes sprang wide open and he feels completely alert and awake. “Oh my god, did that happen or am I imagining this, trapped into some hypothermia dream and I'm gonna die?!”
He can't breathe, just can't, the air doesn't make it into his lungs, not inside of them and he just can't. He's shaking because this must be it. Why the hell would Derek even kiss him anyway? He was scrawny, talked too much and wasn't sex on legs, like Derek, who was more broody sex on legs but that's besides the point. OH MY GOD HE WAS STILL TRAPPED IN A SNOW DRIFT AND FREEZING TO DEATH!
Derek's looking at him, Stiles' face smushed between his surprisingly gentle hands, and Derek's looking straight at him. “That happened, this is real, you're not drying. Also, never say stuff like that aloud ever again.”
“But if this is happening why aren't you kissing me again?” Stiles demands once more and realizes that he might be a bit loopy from his frozen adventure. A little bit.
Derek fucking growls, almost shifting, his grip so tight Stiles thinks he'll bruise. But Stiles doesn't get, doesn't want to get this cold-hot-cold thing that Derek's going. You don't get to kiss someone and then pull away and pretend like it's nothing, like it wasn't what you wanted, not even if you're fucking Derek Hale. Stiles really is tired of Derek's bullshit. Ok, so Derek's older than him and he's a teenager but if kissing is all they do? How is that so bad? How could it be?
“Because it isn't okay,” Derek sounds pained, like he wants to scream the words at Stiles but can't, because Stiles has hypothermia and you don't scream at people who have hypothermia.
“Bull,” Stiles counters, punctuated by a long yawn, man he's tired. Cold and tired. He wants to just sleep forever. Sleep in Derek's arms.
He does fall asleep, slips into it like it's nothing, so easy, not afraid at all that he maybe shouldn't. The next time he wakes up is somewhere else. There's a suspiciously familiar tile ceiling above him but it's the scent and the sounds which tell him where he is like nothing else can.
Beacon Hills hospital, one of the places in Beacon Hills which he most hates, for obvious reasons.
“Stiles...” It's his dad, sounding worried and Stiles hates being the reason.
Stiles turns his head and looks at his dad, who's sitting in a chair by the bed and give him a weak smile. There's an IV hooked to his arm and Stiles wonders how long did he lie in the snow to need and IV. How long had he lain there before Derek had found him, before Derek had tried to warm him, had kissed him and then tried to pretend like they weren't happening. Derek had given in that little bit but it only left Stiles wanting for more, for everything that Derek could give him. For everything Stiles was sure Derek wanted to have with him but thought that he shouldn't. Because of reasons.
“How long?” Stiles asked his dad and sighed happily when his dad got up and bent to hug him.
“A few hours,” his dad tells him. “You really scared me, son. I don't why you'd ---”
Stiles knows what the words his dad swallows would have been. Knows all too well.
“I don't know.” And he doesn't. And that scares him.
Series: Mouth Full Words I Can't Say
Prompt: 5.You can buy a peach. But where can you buy an orchard in full bloom?
Series: Teen Wolf
Character/Pairing: Sterek
Yet, as sudden as that, once Derek's lips were on Stiles', kissing him like it was the only thing in the world, they were also gone.
”Derek?” Stiles asked, stunned, pleased and confused all wrapped into one head full of thoughts that didn't take root, his brain being overpowered in the wake of the kiss. It had just been getting real good, too, he'd let his mouth fall open and was sure Derek would have stuck his tongue into it, he knew he'd been about to explore Derek's himself. And, oh, he was hard.
Derek's hands were gripping on Stiles' arms, either holding him away or wanting to pull him back in, well, maybe not the latter option.
Stiles shivers, because he's cold again, his whole body shaking, now that he's not pressed right next to Derek again. “Fuck, if you're not gonna kiss me then either hold me closer or take me home... or a hospital?” Suddenly Stiles' eyes sprang wide open and he feels completely alert and awake. “Oh my god, did that happen or am I imagining this, trapped into some hypothermia dream and I'm gonna die?!”
He can't breathe, just can't, the air doesn't make it into his lungs, not inside of them and he just can't. He's shaking because this must be it. Why the hell would Derek even kiss him anyway? He was scrawny, talked too much and wasn't sex on legs, like Derek, who was more broody sex on legs but that's besides the point. OH MY GOD HE WAS STILL TRAPPED IN A SNOW DRIFT AND FREEZING TO DEATH!
Derek's looking at him, Stiles' face smushed between his surprisingly gentle hands, and Derek's looking straight at him. “That happened, this is real, you're not drying. Also, never say stuff like that aloud ever again.”
“But if this is happening why aren't you kissing me again?” Stiles demands once more and realizes that he might be a bit loopy from his frozen adventure. A little bit.
Derek fucking growls, almost shifting, his grip so tight Stiles thinks he'll bruise. But Stiles doesn't get, doesn't want to get this cold-hot-cold thing that Derek's going. You don't get to kiss someone and then pull away and pretend like it's nothing, like it wasn't what you wanted, not even if you're fucking Derek Hale. Stiles really is tired of Derek's bullshit. Ok, so Derek's older than him and he's a teenager but if kissing is all they do? How is that so bad? How could it be?
“Because it isn't okay,” Derek sounds pained, like he wants to scream the words at Stiles but can't, because Stiles has hypothermia and you don't scream at people who have hypothermia.
“Bull,” Stiles counters, punctuated by a long yawn, man he's tired. Cold and tired. He wants to just sleep forever. Sleep in Derek's arms.
He does fall asleep, slips into it like it's nothing, so easy, not afraid at all that he maybe shouldn't. The next time he wakes up is somewhere else. There's a suspiciously familiar tile ceiling above him but it's the scent and the sounds which tell him where he is like nothing else can.
Beacon Hills hospital, one of the places in Beacon Hills which he most hates, for obvious reasons.
“Stiles...” It's his dad, sounding worried and Stiles hates being the reason.
Stiles turns his head and looks at his dad, who's sitting in a chair by the bed and give him a weak smile. There's an IV hooked to his arm and Stiles wonders how long did he lie in the snow to need and IV. How long had he lain there before Derek had found him, before Derek had tried to warm him, had kissed him and then tried to pretend like they weren't happening. Derek had given in that little bit but it only left Stiles wanting for more, for everything that Derek could give him. For everything Stiles was sure Derek wanted to have with him but thought that he shouldn't. Because of reasons.
“How long?” Stiles asked his dad and sighed happily when his dad got up and bent to hug him.
“A few hours,” his dad tells him. “You really scared me, son. I don't why you'd ---”
Stiles knows what the words his dad swallows would have been. Knows all too well.
“I don't know.” And he doesn't. And that scares him.