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Thicc Thighs Thursday (Holiday Style) (Part 2)

(Read Part 1 here.)

“Is that bacon I smell?” the Sheriff called from upstairs.

Derek grinned at Stiles, who rolled his eyes in return. “Yeah, Dad,” Stiles yelled back.

As the Sheriff came thumping down the stairs, Stiles withdrew his hand to finish the fruit salad.

“My favorite part of Christmas!” The Sheriff said as he came down the last step and turned toward the kitchen. “Derek! Good to see you, son! Glad you could make it!”

Derek nodded to the Sheriff. “Thank you for inviting me, sir.”

The Sheriff came up and placed a fatherly hand on Derek’s shoulder. “You’re always welcome here, Derek. Especially on Christmas.”

Derek blushed like crazy, and Stiles could barely hold back the coo that wanted to escape at how soft he looked.

“Isn’t that right, Stiles?” The Sheriff asked.

Stiles looked up at his dad, then back at Derek. “Of course!” he said, “Anytime, Derek. You’re welcome anytime.”

Derek gave him a soft smile, his eyes darkening slightly at the insinuation.

Stiles just grinned back and finished putting the fruit into a bowl.

The sheriff moved away from Derek to make himself a cup of coffee. “So, Derek,” he called over his shoulder, “do you like chocolate chips in your pancakes?”

“Dad...” Stiles said warningly as he opened the package of yogurt.

“What?” The Sheriff asked innocently, “I’m just being hospitable!”

“Um, I do like chocolate chip pancakes,” Derek said, causing Stiles to spin back to him, a look of betrayal on his face.

“What? He asked!” Derek said, shrugging.

Stiles squinted his eyes at Derek, who smiled back at him placidly.

“Fine,” Stiles sighed out, then turned to his dad, “but that means you’re eating two helping of fruit, old man!”

The Sheriff shrugged, “okay.”

Stiles grumbled to himself about betraying werewolves and old men trying to kill themselves with chocolate. Derek barely stifled a chuckle as he watched Stiles angrily scoop heaping spoonfuls of yogurt on top of the fruit. Behind him, the oven timer beeped.

The Sheriff made a move towards the oven, but Stiles spun in place, holding his yogurt covered spoon out in front of him to bar the older man’s path. “Oh no you don’t, old man! Out!”

The Sheriff smiled back at his son, his hands raised in submission. “Okay, yes sir!” He joked, walking backwards out of the kitchen. Stiles kept the spoon pointed at him the entire time, slowly spinning to watch his progress.

Once his father was out of the kitchen proper, Stiles stuck the spoon back into the bowl of fruit and yogurt and slid it across the counter to Derek, his eyes still staring down his dad.

“Stir that,” he said, then backed up without breaking eye contact to turn off the oven timer.

Derek took the spoon and began gently folding the fruit and yogurt together, his eyes flicking back and forth between Stiles and the Sheriff. He couldn’t help but smirk at their antics. Only when the sheriff had sat down at the breakfast bar next to Derek to Stiles finally break eye contact. Derek chuckled as he watched Stiles pull the pans from the oven quickly and set them aside, continually glancing back at his father as if to make sure he hadn’t moved.

Next to Derek, the sheriff sighed. “So, Derek, how’s business going,” he asked.

Stiles head twisted to look at Derek, intrigued.

“Business is good,” Derek answered, “I’ve gotten three properties cleaned up and ready for construction.”

Stiles had been pulling bacon strips off the tray and placing them onto a paper towel-lined plate, but hearing about what Derek had been up to drew his whole attention now. “Properties?” Stiles asked.

Derek nodded, but the sheriff answered for him, “Yeah, Derek here has quite the real estate business going. He’s been buying up all the abandoned buildings in Beacon Hills and revamping them. Really cleaning up the area!”

Derek blushed at the praise. “Well, I haven’t bought that many,” he deflected, “It turns out my family owns quite a bit of the county. Some of them have been owned by Hales for over a century, maybe longer.”

Stiles eyes widened in surprise. “Wow! So when you said this was Hale land, you meant it literally?”

Derek shook his head, pushing the mixed fruit back toward Stiles. “I only just found out how extensive my family’s holdings were a couple of years ago. I hadn’t really been able to stomach looking into it until…” Derek trailed off, suddenly realizing how intently both Stilinskis had been listening. He looked down, suddenly shy.

Stiles moved towards him but the sheriff beat him to it, wrapping a fatherly arm around Derek’s shoulders and jostling him in that way that only dads seem to be able to.

“It’s all right, son, we all understand loss. You never have to be embarrassed about it here.” The Sheriff said.

Derek nodded, his cheeks pink. “Thank you, sir,” he said softly.

“Call me John, son,” the Sheriff said, patting Derek on the back.

Derek looked up to catch Stiles’s eye, waiting for his reaction. Stiles just smiled back at him and nodded slightly.

“Thank you, John,” Derek repeated.

Stiles moved back to the bacon and continued to remove it to drain. His heart pounded in his chest, realizing how much closer Derek and his father had gotten. It made him happy, but also made him nervous. Derek and he had been dancing around each other for so long, it was easy to forget that their first kiss had been last night, that this thing between them was so new.

Taking a slow deep breath, Stiles tried to calm himself and focus on the here and now. It was something he’d been working on for a while.

“So, real estate, huh?” Stiles asked, trying to keep his voice even. From the look on Derek’s face, he wasn’t doing the best job, but Derek did him the favor of acting like there was nothing wrong.

“Yeah,” Derek said, “I mean, I like doing things for the community.”

Stiles nodded.

Next to Derek, the Sheriff looked back and forth between his son, who what studiously keeping his eyes trained on the bacon, and Derek, who was staring at Stiles like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop. The sheriff cleared his throat, and slowly stood up with his coffee mug. “Well, I’m gonna go catch the local news,” he said, “we’re supposed to be getting some rain finally.”

Derek waited until the sheriff was in the living room and the TV had been turned on to get up from his stool and make his way over to Stiles.

“What is it?” He asked softly.

Stiles shook his head, pulling off a few more pieces of bacon before turning around. “I…I’m just really happy that you and my dad are so close,” Stiles said.

Derek frowned. It wasn’t a lie, but he could tell Stiles wasn’t telling him the whole truth.

“Do you not want me to call him John?” Derek asked.

Stiles huffed out a laugh, “No, it’s not that. I just…”

Derek raised his eyebrows, waiting for Stiles to continue.

“God, I missed those eyebrows.” Stiles said.

“What?” Derek asked

Stiles slapped a had to his face. “That’s not what I meant to say. Jesus, just a couple hours with you and I’m already acting like a teenager again.”

Derek smiled but didn’t say anything.

Stiles pulled himself up straighter and took a deep breath, locking his eyes with Derek’s. “I like you, Derek,” he said, “I like you a lot. In fact, I think I love you. Have for years now. I know we haven’t even seen each other for a long time, but I’ve been carrying these feelings for you for quite a while, and I don’t want to pressure you or anything because I know you’ve been pressured and taken advantage of enough in your life but I can’t not say it. Not when I finally have the chance to be with you. And I know we’ve just finally gotten together and we haven’t really even talked about anything but I just needed you to know how I felt, and if you don’t feel the same way or if you think I’m crazy or…”

Stiles’s rant was cut off as Derek pressed kiss to his lips. He threaded his fingers into Stiles hair and tilted his head to slot their faces together better.

Stiles heart soared as he gave back to Derek everything he was being given. He slid his arms around Derek and rubbed his hands up and down the older man’s back, enjoying the softness and strength he found there.

After a moment, Derek pulled back and brought his hand down to cup the side of Stiles’s face, gently rubbing his thumb across Stiles’s cheek.

“You’re it for me,” Derek whispered.

Stiles gasped softly, but Derek continued, “you’re the first person I trusted after Laura, and you’re the first person who trusted me. You helped me believe that I was worth something again, and you stuck by me, even when I was pushing everybody away. You’re my anchor, Stiles. You’re what keeps me human.”

“Derek…” Stiles said, staring into the other man’s eyes.

“You’re it for me, Stiles. So even if I have to move across the country to spend the rest of my life with you, I will. Because I’ve spent enough of my time running away from my past. Now I’m going to be running toward my future.”

Stiles giggled wetly, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. Wrapping his arms around Derek’s shoulders, he drew the older man in and hugged him for all he was worth, burying his face in Derek’s neck. Derek returned the gesture. The two of them stood there, squeezing each other and boing their best to convey everything they’d just confessed and more.

When they finally pulled back, Stiles had to wipe his eyes with his t-shirt. “God, Derek, you’re such a sap!” he teased. “Who knew Derek Hale was such a romantic.”

Derek rolled his eyes but didn’t say anything, rubbing his hands up and down Stiles’s sides.

“Everything alright in here boys?” The sheriff asked from the kitchen doorway.

Stiles chuckled. “Oh yeah, dad. Everything’s great! We’re great.”

The sheriff nodded, and ambled over to his stool. “So, is it time for pancakes?”

Stiles finished wiping his eyes, then looked up and Derek, then his dad.

“Actually, I think I want you to open one of your Christmas gifts first,” Stiles said.

It was the Sheriff’s turn to raise an eyebrow. “Before breakfast?” he asked.

Stiles nodded, heading into the living room. “Derek, make sure he doesn’t eat any bacon!” Stiles called, pointing at Derek before he left the room.

Stiles quickly grabbed the thin flat package he had placed under the tree and then returned to the kitchen, sliding the gift to his dad.

“I was wondering what this one was,” the sheriff said, slipping his finger under the taped flap and popping it open.

Stiles smiled and came to stand next to Derek. “I think you’ll like this one too,” Stiles whispered.

Derek moved behind Stiles, pressing up against his back and bringing his arms around the younger man.

Stiles let himself sink back into the softness of Derek’s embrace, the older man’s belly cushioning and enveloping him in werewolf warmth. Unexpectedly, Stiles found himself getting excited, but he did his best to tamp it down by focusing on his dad.

The sheriff had opened the package completely and pulled out a sheaf of papers. He read through them with a furrowed brown, pulling aside one after the other. After a few minutes, he looked up at Stiles with a surprised face. “Stiles…these are transfer papers.”

Derek’s arms tightened around him as Stiles nodded.

The sheriff looked back down at the papers, rereading something. “This says you’re being transferred to…the San Francisco office?”

“Well, kinda,” Stiles said, “the last document is a directive to form a supernatural task force. It’s supposed to be headquartered here, in Beacon Hills.”

“A What?” Derek asked behind him.

Stiles patted Derek’s arms so he would release Stiles. When he relaxed his arms, Stiles stepped sideways so he could look at his dad and Derek both. “Well, it turns out the FBI has been tracking supernatural activity for years. They wanted to put together a team to act as the government’s arm in supernatural matters, taking care of problems that might come up or dealing with fallout. I just so happened to have a large amount of experience in both areas, so they want me to head it up.”

“And how did you get them to let you station it in Beacon Hills?” The Sheriff asked.

Stiles smiled, “That was the easy part. They already had a bunch of intel showing that this town seemed to be a convergence of some sort. Seems Rafael’s investigation helped us out in the end.”

The sheriff hummed, rereading over the paperwork.

“So when are you moving?” Derek asked softly.

Stiles smiled at the older man. “Well, I have to spend a little bit of time in San Francisco building connections to the office there. And I have to do some recruiting for the team. But my boss basically said as soon as I can find a place he can start moving me out here.

“I have an apartment.” Derek said. He seemed surprised that he’d said it, but then he continued, “in San Francisco, I mean. You could…use it. You know, until you found a place. Or just…you know, you could use it.”

Stiles grinned before leaning forward to peck Derek in the lips. “Thanks Der.”

Derek smiled back softly.

(Read part 3 here.)

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