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“Should we apologize?” Stiles asked a second after Scott slammed the door shut.
“I am not going to apologize about fucking my boyfriend in my own apartment, in my own bed. God Stiles.” Derek got up and started to dress--though he did forego the underwear. The hard on Stiles had before they were interrupted started to have a come back. “He has a damn nose and ears. It’s been years! He needs to learn how to use them, when he isn’t in danger of dying.”
Derek continued after putting on Stiles shirt, one of his larger ones--specifically it was the one Derek had just taken off of him earlier. “Which, might I say I didn’t even get to fuck my boyfriend? I come back, I get here with a plan to fuck you until you can’t stand, order your favorite take out, and watch that dumb movie you waited for me to come back and see… I mean, I guess two out of three isn’t bad. But do you honestly want me to app--honestly Stiles?”
Derek stopped his rant, turning to face Stiles (in his leather jacket, might he add) to give him a very Hale judgemental look. It was pointed at Stiles boner, that was barely hidden by the sheets.
“What?! You have no underwear! And you’re wearing my shirt! And you have that damn jacket on!” he exclaimed, blushing. “And you are dressed, while I’m decidedly not. You know what that does to me Derek!”
“Mhm,” he smirked, and started a slow predatory walk back to the bed.
“And you planned tonight! And your ears are still red! And, and… you should really just fuck me now, like right now.”
Stiles pushed the sheet away, going to his knees and hands. He felt the bed dip.
“Please, Derek?” he said turning to look at him.
“We’re having sushi tonight,” was all he said. Stiles laughed nodding.
…
When they were eating on the couch watching the movie Derek asked again.
“Are you going to apologize?”
“Nah. I didn’t get an apology for walking in on him, Isaac, and Allison. Which--! We had a bro date then. He just barged in! This is karma!” He then angrily munched on a piece of the only thing he liked at that sushi restaurant.
Derek snorted, kissing him on the cheek. “Sure, babe, he got what was coming.”
“Damn straight.” He nodded. “Now tell me about your trip. Also, did you buy me anything? Or did you only but dad and Isaac souvenirs? Or food in dad’s case… I know you bought jerky.”
“...Maybe. But later, so the pack was…”