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“Look,” Stiles rested head on his steering wheel, “I don’t want to do this. I have to...” He muttered the last bit mostly to himself.
Derek stared out into the dark night. His vision was starting to turn red, he knew what was coming. He didn’t want it to, but he couldn’t force anything on Stiles. He couldn’t bring himself to...not to the pale and freckle covered boy sitting next to him.
Stiles sat back and stared at the scruffy and tensed male, “I’m sorry. Ok? I just-- we can’t keep...this.” He motioned to his jeep and them.
“I know.”
Stiles let out a sigh and rubbed through his hair. He was on the brink of crying and he didn’t know why. They weren’t in a very serious relationship. It was always late night, fast and fumbling kissing or if the kissing got heavy they’d let their hands roam here or there. Most of the time it was in one of their cars, on occasion if Stiles’s dad had to work the late shift Derek would climb through Stiles’s window. That’s what Derek secretly liked best.
A thin bolt of lightening could be seen on the horizon, but Derek could hardly see anything anymore. His eye were blurry and hot. The night was humid and calling for rain. Derek could smell that in the air and he brought his head down so his chin was resting on his chest. Stiles was shaking and didn’t know what was compelling him to make Derek feel better. The situation couldn’t be fixed; There was no compromise.
Stiles scooted closer, “I can’t keep hiding this. God,” He breathed out and pulled Derek into a side hug.
“I know...” Derek whispered into Stiles’s ear.
“I’m sorry.” Stiles voice shook and more lightening struck.
Derek shook his head, “Don’t...” He squeezed his eyes shut and slowly slide his arms around Stiles’s waist.
“I’m so-- I’m so sorry,” Stiles sloppily planted a kiss on his cheek, yet managed to end mostly in Derek’s ear.
Normally Derek would roll his eyes, tease Stiles until the intensity was gone, and then hold Stiles until they started chuckling. Tonight he ran his hand up to Stiles’s neck and began to kiss his mouth gently.
Stiles tilted his head back and Derek swiftly moved to the newly open area. Stiles breathed heavily, “Derek...”
Thunder finally came rumbling through the ground and reverberated through the entire vehicle. Derek felt a pang of sadness go through him as Stiles jumped ever so slightly closer to him. Derek understood completely. Hiding their relationship was hurtful for both of them. Stiles couldn’t stand Derek’s front with Erica and it was causing him to drag in every other aspect of his life. In fact, Derek couldn’t stand it when Stiles looked at anyone.
Stiles brought his hands up to Derek’s neck and the both started to fall back. Derek paused momentarily only to strip Stiles’s t-shirt off. The windows were fogged from the thick air and another flash of lightening cut through the sky. Stiles held back a whimper as Derek rocked his hips. He paused for a moment and ran a thumb over Stiles’s cheek, who leaned into his hand.
Neither said anything, but the looks exchanged were clear. They both gave small nods and Stiles steadily, but nervously unbuttoned Derek’s shirt discarding it to their feet. It was the last time they’d drown in the sea of each other and they were going to dive until they were gasping for air. They pressed and pulled and gripped. Both knew it was their last time they’d be able to nip and kiss and embrace.
The rain pounded on the metal roof of the Jeep. Stiles slowly drifted off to the steady sound of the rain and the warmth of Derek’s body. He knew Derek would be gone by the time he woke up. He knew it’d be easier that way, but for now he nuzzled deeper into Derek’s chest. Derek swallowed hard as he held the sleeping boy in his arms. The rain had the opposite effect for Derek. The metallic sound squashed out any thought he had and replaced it with ringing. He took one more look at the pale body draped over him, hugged it tightly, and then kissed the mess of chestnut hair.
Derek swiftly and lightly placed Stiles down, reached in the back seat for a blanket that was kept there for emergencies to cover him, and grabbed his clothes. He didn’t want to be in human form, he didn’t want to be anywhere as anything right then. Derek held onto the door handle of the Jeep for several seconds and then transformed. The rain was cold and falling fast. He could even feel it through his fur. Lightening was crashing on the other side of the town, the storm was passing. He smelled the air to clear his nose of Stiles’s scent. There was something-- or someone else in the air that night.