Stiles's Bedroom - Tuesday night, 10pm

[Stiles]

Stiles groaned, flopping back onto his bed. He had a headache and had just had this stupid shouting match with his dad, for no real reason. He was also feeling too warm and had opened his window, letting in the cool January air.

He kicked his feet frustratedly against his mattress and whined to himself. Maybe he should just go to bed.

[Derek Hale]

Derek climbed through Stiles' bedroom window. He started talking before he had taken in everything around him.

"Did you get that research done for me ye---" Derek paused. He sniffed the air. "Are you okay?"

Normally Stiles' scent wasn't so overpowering. But now there was something odd about it. It was a lot stronger than usual.

[Stiles]

Stiles jumped at the sudden presence of Derek Hale in is room. "Jesus, can't you knock or something?" Stiles snapped, not in the mood for catering to Derek's demands. "Yes, I'm fine. Your research is on my hard drive, I was going to print it out tomorrow."

Stiles rolled off his bed, not bothering to turn on the light because he knew Derek could see fine and he knew his own way around his room. He kept his voice low so his dad wouldn't hear him and come investigating.

"Do you really have to do the freaky sneaking thing, though? Throw a pebble or something like a normal person."

[Derek Hale]

"You smell weird," Derek said, moving closer to Stiles, ignoring everything the younger man had just said to him. "Different than usual." It took Derek only a moment longer to figure out exactly what he was scenting.

"Oh."

Derek took a step back.

"I thought you were on suppressants."

[Stiles]

Stiles looked back from where he was bent over his desk, frowning in confusion. "What? I was. I quit. They mess with my head too much so-- Why is it any of your business anyway?" he demanded, cutting his explanation short and standing up straight, turning to face him. "I'm an adult and you aren't my mother. Why are you even asking? It's rude!"

Aaaand the ramble was on. That happened sometimes, with the ADHD, and the disturbingly attractive male in the room, and the suddenly charged libido that he was just now noticing. Fuck.

"Look, I'll get you your stuff tomorrow, okay? I'm not your fucking slave boy, Derek."

[Derek Hale]

"That's fine," Derek said, backing up towards the window. "I'll have the Pack leave you alone this week. It was manageable when you were on the suppressants. The betas are too young, they won't be able to stop themselves."

Derek prepared to jump out the window, but he paused.

"If I had known you were in heat I wouldn't have come into your room."

[Stiles]

Stiles gaped at him. "Wha-- I am not in heat!" he hissed, stomping his foot. He would know if he was in heat. He glared, but then the thought crossed his mind that it was coming up, and without the suppressants it would be more noticeable a bit sooner.

And then the irrationality he'd been having all day, the fight with his dad, the fact that he was in shorts with the window open in January, and that his sex drive had spiked just from Derek coming in the room all came down on him, and he groaned.

"Oh, God. Just... Just go, please. Let me just lie here and wallow in my misery until I die," he begged, covering his reddening face with one hand and waving the wolf out with the other.

[Derek Hale]

Derek paused again before leaving.

"Are you going to be okay? Do you need anything?"

He didn't know what compelled him to ask, except that his wolf was freaking out. Stiles was Pack, and Derek was the Alpha. The Alpha inside him was torn between helping a distressed packmate, and wanting to throw Stiles right down on the bed and mount him right then and there.

[Stiles]

Stiles whined and dropped himself back onto his bed. "I'm fine, Derek, really. I don't need anything." Except maybe to get fucked, but that's not happening anytime ever, he commented in his head. "Please, just go, I don't need a babysitter."

He scrubbed his hands over his face, berating himself for missing the signs of his heat.

"I'll get the research to Scott for you."

[Derek Hale]

Derek nodded, swallowed, and forced himself out of the room. It was an internal struggle that he hoped wasn't obvious. The scents were increasing by the second, and he just wanted to bury himself in Stiles. So he jumped out the window and started running.

A good run was exactly what he needed to get the scent of Stiles out of his nose.