Chapter Seven

Stiles stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel that was on the door because he didn't know where the clean ones were. As he was drying himself off, he couldn't help but smell the towel, Derek's scent hugged his senses. He sighed and looked down at the pile of his clothes, realizing he doesn't have any clean ones. He stepped out of the bathroom, walked to the bedroom door, and popped his head out, "hey Derek? I don't have any clothes!" He called down.

"Just wear some of mine," Derek called back. Stiles sighed and closed the door, tightening the towel around his waist. There was no way that Derek's clothes were going to fit Stiles, Derek is big and muscular while Stiles is small and scrawny. He walked over to Derek's dresser and pulled open the first drawer. All of Derek's underwear was perfectly folded and placed carefully so every single one fit. Stiles grabbed a pair of boxers, dropping the towel, and slipped them on. Once he let go of the top, the boxers fell right to the ground.

Sighing, Stiles bent over and grabbed them, folding them and putting them back. He searched through the drawer and saw a pair of briefs. He pulled them out and soon realized they weren't briefs, it was a jockstrap. Stiles starred at it shocked. He put it on the top of the dresser and looked more, coming up short. He sighed, grabbed the jockstrap, and slipped it on, fitting perfectly.

He closed the drawer and opened the second, grabbing the first shirt he saw. It was a black long sleeved shirt with three buttons on the top. He pulled it on, it fell to his mid-thigh and the sleeves hid his hands completely. He sighed, rolled the sleeves up, and was about to shut the drawer but something caught his eye. He reached back and pulled out the familiar striped shirt, starring at it. He lost this shirt when he was ten...

"Stiles... I can explain..." Derek said behind him. Stiles turned around slowly, looking from the shirt, to Derek, to the shirt again.

"How did you get this..." Stiles asked, his voice low. Derek stepped forward one step, Stiles taking two steps back.

"Stiles, I-" Derek started as he stepped forward again.

"STOP! DON'T COME ANY CLOSER!" Stiles yelled, backing up against the wall, watching Derek's feet as he took another step closer, "STOP! I MEAN IT!"

"Or what Stiles?" Derek asked, stepping even closer.

"Or I'll... Fight you!" Stiles yelled.

"Stiles, calm down," Derek said, taking another step. That was too close for Stiles, he flung his arms at Derek, but missing every time. Derek pushed him against the wall, holding his arms over his head. The shirt fell to the ground to their feet.

"How did you get it..." Stiles whispered, looking down at the shirt almost about to cry.

Derek moved Stiles' arms so that he could hold both of his wrists with one hand as he gently grabbed Stiles' face with the other, forcing him to look up into his dark eyes. No words were spoken as Derek slowly leaned in, pressing his lips softly onto Stiles'. Stiles automatically kissed back, his heart rate slowing down, calming all of him and his body felt like it was melting into the kiss.

Derek pulled back and looked down, and then looked into Stiles' eyes, "you're not wearing pants..."

Stiles all of a sudden felt the cold air on his bare thighs because the shirt was now where it is supposed to be due to how Derek was holding him against the wall. He slowly shook his head, keeping eye contact with Derek. Stiles saw the lust flash in Derek's eyes, then it went away again. He was doing what he always did... Hiding his feelings... Stiles was just about to sigh and look away when the lust returned, and it didn't go away. "Kiss me..." Stiles moaned quietly.

Derek slowly leaned in, pressing his lips against Stiles' a little harder this time. The kiss got really heated, Derek had his tongue inside Stiles' mouth, when all of a sudden Derek pulled back, dropping Stiles' arms and stepping back a little, "there is something you should know..."

"What is it?" Stiles asked, looking into Derek's eyes worried.

Derek sighed, "I'm sorry Stiles..." His eyes turned bright blue, his facial features started to change. His nose changed shape, his ears grew out to a point, and he grew fangs. Stiles stood there, watching wide-eyed as Derek transformed.

"Oh my god..." Stiles said, backing up a little bit. Derek looked down, not meeting Stiles eyes anymore. Derek was a monster... Stiles started to freak out, but something in his body told him to stop... And just like that, he stopped freaking out. He stepped forward, placing a hand on Derek's shoulder. Derek looked up, making eye contact. Stiles closed his eyes and leaned in, kissing Derek again, trusting that Derek wouldn't hurt him.

After a while, Derek's hard mouth turned back into the soft-lipped mouth Stiles has kissed for his first time. Stiles pulled back slightly, looking at Derek. Derek opened his eyes and Stiles saw a split second of blue before it turned back to his normal eye color. "You're not afraid?"

Stiles shook his head, "I don't know how... But no... I'm not... I don't think you'll hurt me..."

"I won't... I'll protect you..." Derek said, leaning in again, kissing Stiles as he leads him to the bed, making him fall onto his back. Derek got on top of Stiles, going into between his legs. Stiles felt Derek's member through his jeans pushing up against his butt as he wrapped his legs around Derek's waist, kissing him passionately.

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Hey guys! So I hope you liked this chapter! This is how Stiles lost his shirt, but Stiles doesn't remember any of it! Enjoy!

***What happened***

"Scott... I don't like this..." Ten-year-old Stiles called up to his best friend, who was about 20 feet ahead. They were in the woods, heading towards the Hale's house. He regretted wearing his bright blue and orange shirt, what if someone saw him? Scott was smart... He was in all black.

Scott wanted to see the house because he hasn't seen it since the fire. "Oh stop being a baby Stiles," Scott called back, obviously forgotten what happened the last time the two were in the woods alone.

Stiles tried to catch up to Scott but that's when a branch caught his shirt and wouldn't let go. "Scott... I'm stuck..." Stiles called.

"Shoot! Run! There's someone up there!" Scott yelled, running back to Stiles and almost passed him.

"Wait! Scott! My shirt!" Stiles yelled, almost crying. Scott came running back, trying to get it off.

"Just loss it, we have to go!" Scott said, looking around as he slipped his hoodie off to hand to Stiles once he got his shirt off, then they both ran off.