Seeking Comfort

Stiles hugs his dad tightly when they get to his house.
"You alright, kiddo?" John asks, resting his cheek on Stiles' hair.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm great, dad," Stiles grins. John ruffles his hair and kisses his temple.
"He allowed coffee, Derek?"

Derek perks up from where he is beside Stiles. His hand rests on Stiles' hip and Stiles melts into his side, looking up as he waits for his answer.

"I think you're excited enough as it is, love," Derek chuckles. Stiles nods easily. "Anything without caffeine would be great," Derek directs towards John. The sheriff smiles at the pair and goes into the kitchen.

"And you?"
"Just water, please."
"Scott and Mellisa should be here soon," John says as he brings the drinks into the living room.
"Still okay for us to stay here?" Stiles asks.

"As long as there's no sex with me in the other room," John grumbles and settles in his armchair. Stiles is sat so close to Derek that if he were any closer he'd be in his lap. Derek's hand has rucked up his shirt, thumb running back and forth over Stiles' hip. Stiles sighs and rests his head on Derek's shoulder.

"I can assure you that won't happen. Right, Stiles?"
"Well since I'm not allowed sex till I'm eighteen, it seems pretty unlikely," Stiles grumbles. John tries to hide a smirk as Derek pinches his hip. "What? It's true!"

Derek raises an eyebrow. Stiles raises one in reply.

John watches with curiosity.

"Do I need to punish you, Stiles?" Derek asks calmly. Stiles sags.
"I haven't even got rules yet. I don't know what's allowed and what's not. I-"

He cuts himself off with a sigh and stares at the ground as he tries to remove himself from Derek's side.

"Hey, as soon as we can, as long as you're in the right frame of mind, we'll get you some rules sorted out. Okay?" Derek soothes. "I didn't know you were this bothered. You could've told me."
"I didn't want to seem needy," Stiles whispers. Just as John notices the tears ready to fall the doorbell rings.

"If you want to go upstairs for a moment I'd recommend doing it now before these two are in here," John murmurs.

"C'mon, babe," Derek says gently.
"No! No I'm okay," Stiles insists. Derek ignores his protests and helps him upstairs before John opens the door to his other guests.

Stiles crumbles when Derek helps him kneel over his lap so he doesn't hurt his ankle.
"I'm sorry," Stiles sobs. "Are you angry?"
"No, love, not angry. Sad that you didn't tell me and worried that you aren't feeling too good. It's okay, it's alright."

"But you said you were going to punish me?" Stiles sniffles. He pulls away and wipes his eyes on Derek's shirt.
"Charming," Derek grins, kissing his cheek. "I said I'd punish you because you back talked. And then didn't respond to my obvious physical reprimands. I understand that you don't have rules right now, but you know that is naughty."
"I just- I've felt so high strung not knowing what I can and can't do," Stiles whispers against Derek's shoulder.

"I think," Derek begins, pausing to nose along Stiles' hairline. "That you did this to find where the line is. It might have been unconsciously but you wanted to find out what was too far. Do you want a punishment?"
"Yes, please," Stiles mewls.
"Okay, baby. Now or after dinner? I'm sure sitting through dinner on a sore bum would really reinforce the lesson, huh?" Derek says softly.

Stiles lifts his head to smile at Derek, kissing him gently on the lips.
"You're amazing," he sighs happily.
"So that's a yes to before dinner?" Derek teases, already knowing the answer.

Stiles grins, nods eagerly before he presses his lips against Derek's again. He hums as Derek's fingers tangle in his hair, whining when Derek pulls away.

"Come on then, Stiles," Derek encourages. "Over my lap."

Stiles pouts up at him for a moment.
"You asked for this," Derek reminds him, squeezing the back of his neck gently. "I know you don't particularly like them, but you'll feel better."

Stiles deflates and let's Derek situate him over his lap. He wriggles when Derek pulls his jeans down to his thighs, running a hand over his bum.

"Mm, I'm on board with that," Stiles hums. Derek responds with a smack to his  thighs. He holds Stiles' still with a hand on his back as he brings his hand down five more times.

"No- that's wrong," Stiles whimpers.
"What's up, love? What can I do to fix it?" Derek asks quickly.
"Four more. Please," Stiles shudders.
"Okay, babe. Can you tell me why?"
"Makes it ten. I like numbers when they end in five or zero," Stiles shrugs.
"That's good. Thank you for telling me," Derek murmurs before doing as Stiles has politely asked for.

When he's finished spanking Stiles, he sits there for a moment and rubs his hand over his bum to let Stiles float a little longer.

"My good boy," Derek tells him and kisses his shoulder. Stiles turns his head and smiles lazily up at him. "You ready to come up here now?"

Stiles nods and straddles his lap slowly with a little help, arms wrapping around Derek's neck. Derek brushes his hands up and down his hips, smiling slightly as he dips his head down. He knocks his nose against Stiles' before their lips briefly meet over and over again. After a few times Stiles keeps him close and their lips move together slowly until Derek pulls away chuckling.

"What's so funny?" Stiles asks, finding his smile contagious. Derek tugs his pants up over the swell of his arse.
"Well, I'm very happy. And Scott is complaining."

"I'll give him something to complain about."

Stiles startles Derek by moaning and panting in his lap. Even though nothing occurs to make it happen, Stiles throws his head back and closes his eyes as he rocks his hips.

Derek chuckles and kisses his jaw gently.
"Love, don't bully my betas," he tells him before he lifts him up and carries him downstairs.

Scott is blushing and glares at Stiles  as Derek sits him down on the chair. Derek sits beside him and joins their hands together.

John smiles at the dopey look on his son's face.
"Alright, Stiles?" John asks, voice teasing.
"Great," Stiles grins. "Hi, Mellisa."
"Well obviously I get all the gossip from your dad, but I haven't seen you in person for a while. Or you Derek," she smiles. "I've missed you both."
"Been laying low for a little while haven't we?" Derek say. Stiles nods and squeezes his hand.
"Yes. But we are officially boyfriends now," Stiles announces.

Derek flushes slightly when John laughs, but it's fond and happy.
"Took your time. You've been pining after each other since you met."
"Let's eat," Stiles says to save Derek from his embarrassment.

Melissa laughs lightly and they begin to eat. Scott kicks Stiles under the table when he begins to shake his leg quickly. Stiles whines and pouts at Scott who just shrugs and stares down st his plate.

Once they've eaten they move into the living room. Derek pulls Stiles into his lap, kissing his cheek. Stiles smiles softly.

He gets his phone out and texts Scott, Derek watching over his shoulder. Scott is sat sulking and Melissa and John are chatting away about work.

To Scott:

What's up, dude?

From Scott:

I've found my mate.

Straight after.

From Scott:

I think.

To Scott:

Who?!? Why haven't you told me this before?

From Scott:

You had your own problems. I didn't want to worry you about something that might not be true.

"Hey, Scott," Derek says. Scott looks up nervously at him. "Let's go out for a minute."

John raises an eyebrow at Stiles who shrugs.
"I can't gossip about them. They're both werewolves and one has the ability to punish me," Stiles tells him.
"You shouldn't not do something because you're scared of me," Derek says as he reaches the door.
"I'm not scared of you, Der. I can't gossip because that would be an invasion of my boyfriend and best friend's privacy," Stiles amends. Derek softens and smiles at him before he leaves the room with Scott.

Derek and Scott sit at the bottom of the garden steps, shoulders brushing as they wait.

"Isaac," Scott says after a few minutes. "It's Isaac."
"But he's with Alison," Derek says. "You were with them not that long ago."
"I know. And that's what makes it worse."

"When I was with Alison it always felt like something was missing. When Isaac joined us it was amazing. But then I felt like I liked Isaac more than Alison. And that just wasn't fair so I left them," Scott explains.

It had been just over half a year since he left them. They'd had their fair share of spontaneous hookups since then, an awkward goodbye after each one.

"You need to tell him. Nothing will happen if you don't tell him," Derek says.
"I know. But I don't know how. How do I tell him he's my mate?"

Derek pats his back a couple times.
"You can do it by just blurting it out like I did. Or you can find some sappy, romantic way of doing it," Derek suggests.
"I'm going over to his. I need to-" Scott stands, chest heaving as he begins to pace. "I need to see him."

Derek hugs him, holds him tight as he nuzzles his cheek.
"Text me, okay?" Derek says softly. Scott nods and goes inside to get his coat on.

Stiles kisses Scott's cheek, smiling reassuringly when he explains what is happening, before going outside to Derek.

"Do you think I'm getting old?" Derek laughs when Stiles tries to sneak up behind him. Stiles huffs but wraps his arms around Derek anyway. Derek's hands settle on Stiles' where they rest in his belly, Stiles' face pressed into his back.

"I was trying to be romantic and cute," Stiles whines.
"You're always cute, love; more than, actually. How'd you get out here?"
"With difficulty," Stiles laughs.
"Ah. Well I think one of my rules will be that your only transportation will be me," Derek smiles and turns to lift Stiles up in his arms. He presses Stiles carefully against the wall.

"Mm," Stiles grins mischievously and rubs a hand up and down Derek's chest. "Does that mean I can ride you?"

Derek laughs dryly, tucking his face into Stiles' neck.
"You can in - how many more months until your birthday?" Derek teases. Stiles sighs.
"Too many," Stiles groans. "I think you should order me some toys while we wait for my birthday."
"I think that is a great idea," Derek agrees and lifts up to kiss Stiles slowly.

When they pull apart Derek grins down at him.
"I'll never get tired of that," he sighs happily. Stiles blushes.
"Can we go inside? It's cold."
"Okay, love. How about we go upstairs and you have a nice shower, I'll make hot chocolate and then I'll have a little surprise for you?"
"Ye-yeah that sounds great," Stiles beams.

Derek helps Stiles in the shower, wraps him in a fluffy dressing gown and sits him on his bed.
"You stay put while I go make our drinks," Derek tells him and kisses him quickly before going down stairs.

When he comes upstairs Stiles kisses his cheek as thanks and takes his drink carefully.

They snuggle together and Stiles puts Stranger Things on his laptop because:
"Der, you need to see it! Need to!"

When Stiles starts yawning Derek moves the laptop, ignoring his whine of protest.
"Lie down, love," Derek tells him softly.

Stiles is starting to fall asleep when Derek begins to work his fingers into the bottom of his non-broken foot. A soft moan comes from Stiles every time Derek massages a sensitive spot, fingers deft and absolutely amazing.

Stiles grabs Derek's hand when he is close enough and tugs him up to lie down.
"Thank you," Stiles says quietly, eyes closed. Derek kisses his lips gently before he wraps his arms around him and gets comfy.
"Been a very good boy, today Stiles. So good," Derek praises and watches Stiles' lips turn up at the edges. Derek presses his face into Stiles neck and let's himself fall asleep once Stiles has.

Stiles is still asleep a few hours after Derek wakes up. Already he has gone for a run, had a shower and a pretty lengthy phone call to Laura and the kids.

Stiles wakes up with a loud groan and a long stretch.
"Derek?" Stiles calls out, knowing the were can hear him. A minute later Derek is in his room, smiling down at him.
"Mornin', lazy bum," Derek teases and let's Stiles climb into his arms.
"Morning," Stiles yawns. He buries his face into Derek's shoulder.

"You seem awfully tired, love. What's up?" Derek asks.
"I don't know. Think I'm finally coming down from the mess of hormones in the past few months," Stiles shrugs.
"Okay. I'll make sure to put you too bed early tonight then," Derek tells him and rolls onto the bed, to have Stiles on top of him. Stiles hums and leans down to kiss Derek slowly.

"I think we can pick out some toys today. How's that sound?" Derek asks between kisses. Stiles hums, holding himself up above Derek.
"Awesome. I'm so glad my dad doesn't have werewolf hearing."
"Yeah, me too," Derek chuckles. "Want to get dressed?"
"Yes please. You choose?" Stiles asks. "I-I like you making decisions for me."

He blushes and Derek stands up from the bed, pulling his top over his head.
"Well, here's your shirt for today and..." he digs out some joggers and throws them into the bed.
"Underwear?" Stiles squeaks but he looks immensely pleased with Derek's easy agreement.

Derek takes his time looking through Stiles' underwear, chuckling when he finds some batman ones that look worn down and faded.
"You know we can buy new underwear?" Derek teases.
"They're comfortable," Stiles shrugs. "But I'd be up for underwear shopping with you. As long as you let me pick some for you too."
"That seems like something we can definitely do," Derek smiles and hands Stiles a pair of plain black boxers that look like they'll be nice and tight.

Derek helps him get dressed, taking a moment to admire Stiles' arse in his boxers.
"You are gorgeous," Derek sighs before pulling his joggers up and rolling it up to rest above his cast.
"Can say the same for you. You're fucking mouthwatering."

Derek chuckles lightly and leans down to kiss Stiles. Stiles moans into his mouth when Derek's tongue brushes against his.

They're rudely interrupted by the door opening and shocked sheriff.
"Jesus Christ! Get a room," John complains and rubs at his eyes as if to remove the image of his son kissing Derek.

"Holy shit- Dad! We have a room. This one! Learn to knock will you?"

Derek sighs and presses his face into Stiles neck.
"Kill me, please," he begs to no one in particular.
"I will if you're not careful," John grumbles.
"Dad!" Stiles exclaims. "Leave!"

He closes the door before knocking on it.
"No," Stiles calls out. Derek laughs.
"I was coming to tell you there's bacon, sausage and eggs downstairs. Coffee?"

Derek raises a questioning eyebrow at Stiles who nods.
"For both of us, please," Derek answers. "C'mon. Once we've had breakfast we can go shopping and then go back to mine?"
"Yeah. Okay."

Derek sets Stiles down at the table, ruffling his hair.
"Thanks for letting us stay, Mr. Stilinski, we'll be out after breakfast," Derek says when John hands him a full plate of breakfast.
"John. I like you, so call me John. My boy being good?"
"He's excellent," Derek smiles, glancing over at Stiles. "Very good for me."
"Makes a change," John mumbles and Derek laughs.

Stiles frowns down at his plate, nudging a sausage with his fork.
"Stiles, you okay?" Derek asks when he notices he isn't eating much.

Both John and Derek are shocked when Stiles bursts into tears.
"Stiles, love, what's wrong?" Derek whispers as he comes around to cradle him close.

John bites his lip, he knows exactly how Stiles can be sometimes. He is very sensitive, even though he can put up a fight, when it comes to his dom, and anything can set him off. Considering the time he's had recently Stiles has been especially on edge.

"Hey, it's okay, I've got you. Calm down," Derek soothes. Stiles cries louder and Derek smiles softly. "Okay, take as much time as you need. When you've calmed down we can talk about what's wrong and fix the problem. That simple."

Stiles opens his eyes only when he has stopped crying, finding himself in Derek's lap on the couch.
"Oh, babe," Derek coos sadly. He kisses Stiles when the pale boy puckers his lips.

"You ready to tell me what's wrong?" Derek asks gently.
"I don't like you laughing at me," Stiles admits quietly.
"What? When did I laugh at you?"
"You said I was good. Dad said makes a change. You laughed at me," Stiles says sadly.

Derek smooths his hair down and rubs his back gently before he begins to talk.

"I'm sorry, Stiles. I didn't mean to hurt you, it was only teasing. But I understand that it's only good if you find it funny too. You are very good for me."
"I don't want you to realise that I'm not. Soon you'll know that I'm bad."

"Whose job is it to tell you if you've been bad and fix it?" Derek asks. Stiles sighs.
"Yours."
"And who is responsible for telling you that you've done well and rewarding you?"
"You are," Stiles answers weakly, head bowed.
"Mhm, that's right. Let's change our plans. We go to mine, you have a nap, we have lunch, go shopping if you aren't dropped and then maybe go to my mums for dinner? I'm sure you'll get lots of wolf cuddles there."
"Okay," Stiles nods.
"You don't have to agree just because I suggested it," Derek tells him. "Maybe we could visit Scott, see how he is."
"Can we ring Scott to see if it's okay?" Stiles asks nervously, unsure of everything right now.
"Of course, love."

John hugs Stiles tight when they leave, kissing his hair. He hugs Derek.
"Thank you."

Stiles falls asleep in the car, still clinging desperately to Derek's hand. Derek sighs and strokes the back of Stiles' hand.

When Scott leaves Stiles' house he drives quickly, pushing the speed limit to Alison's house. He knows that her parents won't be there, they're out of town.

Alison answers the door with messy hair and what looks like one of Scott's old hoodies on.

"Scott? What's up?" Alison asks, opening the door wider to let him in. Isaac comes down the stairs, standing at the bottom.
"Hi," Isaac smiles. He's always had a little bit of a soft spot for Scott, was the reason he got with him and Alison, though a little crush on Alison helped too.

His hair is messy, he looks cute and dishevelled and  wonderfully topless, Scott notices. Scott's breath hitches and he steps forward, hands coming up to cradle Isaac's face gently.

Isaac glances at Alison who watches on just as confused, and looks back at Scott just in time for him to press their lips together. Scott feels his heart skip a beat when Isaac reciprocates, lips moving against his.
"Fuck- Isaac- I," Scott pulls away to catch his breath.

He is greeted with a slap, not as hard as Isaac's.
"Alison, what the hell?" Scott exclaims and rubs his cheek as if it still stings.
"I'm tired of you coming here and acting like nothing he wrong and leaving the next morning once you've gotten laid. If you wanted us you would've stayed with-"
"Isaac is my mate," Scott interrupts. "I-I knew there was something wrong, I chose him over you and I couldn't stay with both of you if I couldn't commit to both of you and-"

Isaac surprise them by throwing himself at Scott and beginning to sob into his shirt. Immediately Scott is shushing him, soft words and gentle touches.
"Hey, what's wrong? I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Scott murmurs. He looks to Alison who looks worried and teary eyed herself, but she nods and goes to make Isaac a drink and some food. He always get hungry and dehydrated when he drops.

"C'mon, tell me what's wrong. If you don't tell me I can't fix it."
"I knew. I knew something was different, I always felt so guilty and bad-
"You're not bad, Isaac, it's okay."
"I can't just leave. That's terrible. I can't just leave her-"
"Isaac," Alison says sternly.

"No, I can't have a dominant influence, I need to make this decision on my own. I just- hold me?" Isaac asks desperately as he reaches for Scott who has moved away and Alison who is watching carefully a few feet away.

They sit on the couch, curled up together, Alison's long nails scratching lightly at Isaac's scalp as Scott nuzzles incessantly into his jaw and down his neck.

Alison smiles softly at Scott when Isaac is asleep.
"You can stay the night. You always leave clothes everywhere, so some are upstairs in the spare room. Drink?"
"Still make your own lemonade?" Scott asks.
"Warm?" Alison guesses.
"Please. I'll bring this one up to your room. That okay?"
"Yeah, sure. Stay there with him just in case, you know what he's like when he wakes up."

Scott lies next to Isaac, breathing in with his nose pressed against his hair where his smell is strong.
"It's okay, I'm here, I've got you," Scott soothes when Isaac starts to wake up and panics.

"Are we in Alison's bed?"
"Yes, she'll be up in a minute. Do you want me to leave?"
"No, I- I want to be with both of you right now. But then I'll spend a few days alone to figure it all out," Isaac explains.

Scott smiles and nods.
"That's good, will let you make your own choice. Why don't you go check in with Stiles and Derek? They'd appreciate the company and I'm sure they'd try to help you figure it out, or just distract you," Scott suggests.
"I'm glad they're doing okay now, Stiles seems a lot better," Isaac says. He smiles up at Alison when she comes in the room with a couple glasses of hot lemonade.

"Hey, you okay, bud?" She asks gently and tousles the curls on top of his head. He bites his lip and nods.

They cuddle up together, watch a film of Isaac's choosing and for a moment it feels like how it used to be.

The next morning Scott makes them all breakfast and sits down with Isaac before he leaves.

"I just want you to know that it's your decision, I'm not going to be hurt or angry, no matter what you choose. I understand that Alison means a lot to you, so we do need to consider her in this."

He kisses Isaac's head and smiles gently before he makes to leave.

"Scott, I'll text you with updates on how he is. If we need you we'll phone. I'm going to go talk to him, make sure he knows it's all up to him, no pressure," she tells him.
"Listen, I'm sorry for dropping this on you both. I don't want any hard feel-"
"Don't be stupid, Scott. You were the first person to ever make me feel normal for being a switch and we went through a lot. I understand how special this is, I hope everything works out in your favour."

"Besides, I've seen you brushing shoulders with Lydia. What's going on there?" Scott teases, glad nothing has changed.
"A lot of sexual tension, always someone to cry to when I realised I was out of the loop with you and Isaac. When me and Isaac went through a rough patch a few months ago me and Lydia fooled around. Since then it's been... longing glances and awkwardness," Alison says. "Isaac knows, we are very open with all of this. I knew that he liked you. We are clinging to the ends of our relationship."
"Well, I'm gonna go. Text me later, I'll text Isaac too. See you round."
"Yeah," Alison nods. "See you around."

Scot is at Derek's with  him and Stiles a few days later when he gets a text from Isaac.

From Isaac:
Can we meet in the preserve? I'm about a five minute run away from Derek's.

To Isaac:
Yeah, I'll be there as soon as possible. Everything okay?

From Isaac:
Everything's great ;) xx

Stiles laughs and teases Scott until he is flushed pink as he gets his jacket back on and hurriedly gets his shoes on.

"Go on. Come over after with Isaac if all goes well, I'll make dinner," Derek offers, patting his back and sending him away with a wink.

"Did you know Lydia and Alison  are a thing?" Stiles asks Derek as soon as he is sure Scott is far away.
"I could smell it on them, but I'm okay with them figuring it all out between themselves, unless it hurts the pack- then I'd intervene."

Stiles hums and straddles his lap, pressing kisses down his neck.
"Good alpha."