Sterek One-Shots

Hot Angry Teddy Bear

[CONTAINS SMUT]

Part two of Hot Angry Guy, as requested.

Stiles was exhausted after his flight back home, and slightly (okay, very) disappointed there weren't any hot angry guy flight attendants on his plane. Well, mostly disappointed that Derek wasn't, but he managed.

He spent a half an hour catching up with his dad, telling him about his vacation, and then he excused himself, saying he was tired. His dad understood and told Stiles to go home. Stiles didn't object.

He went straight to bed when he got home and when he woke up, it was nearly midnight. He groaned and tried to roll over and fall back asleep, but he couldn't. Instead, he checked his phone. It showed he had two text messages. The first one said, hey, was wondering if you wanted to meet up somewhere? The second one said, this is Derek, btw.

Stiles grinned, thoughts going back to his time with Derek. Fun times, really. Maybe he could get to know Derek now, if they lived close enough to each other. Stiles really hoped they did.

Stiles typed out a quick reply, apologizing for not answering earlier and telling Derek he'd call tomorrow. Stiles sighed and put his phone on the table, turning on the tv. He watched it until around 5, then ended up falling asleep again.

The next morning, his phone ringing on the table next to his bed woke him up. Stiles groggily rubbed his eyes and yawned before answering with a sleepy, "hello?"

"You said you would call, but I was getting impatient," Derek's voice said from the other end, a slight hint of excitement in it. "Where are you? I wanna hang out."

"Uh, Beacon Hills. But I just woke up, give me a minute."

"I'm not too far," Derek replied. "Text me your address when you want me to come over."

"Okay, I will. See you," Stiles replied, hanging up. He quickly saved Derek's number in his phone and rolled out of bed.

It took Stiles an hour to get himself ready, or at least presentable. He put on his favorite pair of jean, but not his tightest, because those were a bitch to get off. He also made sure his hair wasn't too messy, but just enough to make it look sexy. He wore a plain t-shirt with a flannel over top and put on his best smelling cologne. Stiles thought he looked okay, at least. He hoped Derek would think so too. 

He texted Derek his address and then sat on the couch, bored out of his mind. He attempted to clean his apartment, but he figured it wasn't too bad, so he gave up on that. Stiles even tried to read a book, because there was nothing on tv. But he couldn't get into the book, so he threw it to the side and laid on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. It almost made Stiles jump when there was a knock at the door. He quickly jumped up to get it, pausing at the door to fix his hair and straighten his clothes. 

He opened the door and smiled. "Hey," Derek said with a smirk. "Miss me?"