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Derek had known he was an Omega since he had been 14 years old. It was not something he was ashamed of but it wasn’t something he told anyone about either. Most people took one look at him and expected him to be an Alpha, one sniff and they knew he was a Beta. Most were disappointed by that.

Paige, who he had been dating at the time of his first Heat, had known. They had never talked about it. She’d been a Beta and Derek had thought that maybe if she could see past the fact that he was an Omega they could have been happy. He never got to find out.

Derek has been on suppressants most his life. A lot of Omegas where. It wasn’t a shame. It made him able to pass as a Beta to any Alpha or Omega who scented him. And that was perfectly fine by him.

Kate had been adamant that an Alpha had been lost on him, she had expected him to treat her like an Alpha would. She had gotten off on the idea of two Alphas together. Now the scent of most Alphas made Derek feel sick in his stomach.

He had never hoped for a fairytale ending of meeting the one Alpha that was a perfect pheromonal match to him. The idea of finding an Alpha that could trigger his Heat with his presence alone was scary. It wasn’t something he wanted.

He was okay being alone, he was okay being seen as a Beta and hooking up with Betas if the need struck him. He was fine. He didn’t need an Alpha, didn’t want an Alpha. He never wanted to experience his Heat again after that very first time. Thank you very much.

“Well fuck,” Stiles cursed. They were trapped inside the small cabin for the time being. They had taken refuge during a bad snowstorm and had been snowed in.

“They’ll find us soon,” Derek replied, sounding more certain than he was feeling. “Your dad is expecting you home, right? He’ll send out a search party.”

“Well, I’m sure he would do that if he was actually expecting me home,” Stiles replied.

“What?” Derek felt himself tense.

“I wanted it to be a surprise, okay?” Stiles yelled frustrated and Derek let his head drop into his palm. He was so completely and utterly screwed.

Him and Stiles had been college roommates for nearly two years now. They had gone from hating each other to a tentative friendship to actually being friends now. They worked well with each other. As far as Stiles was concerned they were both Betas and that was the way Derek intended to keep it.

Or it had been before they had decided to drive back home to Beacon Hills to visit their respective families over the holidays. Now they were about 3 hours outside Beacon Hills stuck in a small cabin, since Stiles had insisted he knew a shortcut when they had encountered a road closure due to the snowfall.

“Oh, don’t get all prissy with me. What about your family, huh?”

Derek just looked at his shoes uncomfortably. He hadn’t told his family that he was coming home either. Just over Thanksgiving he had had a huge falling out with his mom about finding a Mate and settling down. He hadn’t wanted to deal with the endless questions of whether he was bringing anyone before he even got there.

“Oh, we’re so screwed,” Stiles continued to pace up and down the length of the cabin.

Derek started rummaging through the overnight bag he had brought. He tugged out the bottle of suppressants and cursed: There was one lone pill left. He knew that he had more at his parent’s place and back in the dorms so he hadn’t bothered to check the bottle he kept in his travel bag.

“What?” Stiles turned when he heard him curse under his breath. His eyes fell onto the bottle and Derek’s little hope he had of not being outed diminished when his eyes widened in understanding.

“Shit!” Stiles cured. But then he was rushing towards his own bag, quick hands all but ripped through the contents. The more he searched the more agitated he became.

“Oh, you got to be kidding me!” he said finally in defeat. “Sooo, uh, me too.”

“You too?” Derek asked with a frown. “Oh shit!” he said then when it clicked. Apparently they were both stuck without suppressants. Two Omegas without Heat suppressants for a couple of nights, it could be worse.

“I mean they last a while before anything happens, right?” Stiles said. “And I didn’t mean to lie to you by the way. I just… you smelled like a Beta and we didn’t really get along, I didn’t want to make it worse by being all… you know. And then it somehow always seemed too late to say something now, you know.”

“Yeah, me too,” Derek said quietly. It wasn’t like he had ever meant to tell Stiles that he was an Omega. He just had never suspected that Stiles was an Omega too.

“So, we should be fine without suppressants until they find us or we can get back on the road again,” Stiles said but he didn’t sound entirely convinced.

Derek nodded but he didn’t feel too sure either.
“I’ve never… I mean, I’ve been on suppressants since I was fourteen,” he admitted quietly. He was scared he might go into Heat if he was being honest. He didn’t remember much from his first Heat only that he had been in pain and not really conscious most of the time. He hadn’t really understood what had been happening to his body at the time.

“I’ve been through it a couple of times before I decided to go on suppressants,” Stiles admitted quietly. “It’s… We’ll get through it if it happens, okay.”

Stiles gave him a reassuring if tight smile and Derek felt his shoulders relax. He knew that he could trust Stiles' assessment of most situations.

“We could… uh, help each other out,” Stiles suggested and Derek rolled his eyes. “What? Come on, I know you jerk off. We share a room. I’ve heard you.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Stiles,” Derek cursed the other boy. It wasn’t like he had never heard Stiles but still the thought of helping each other through their Heats was… was actually not that bad, he thought. Huh. The thought of not being alone and having Stiles touch him was actually calming him down a lot more than he was willing to admit.

“Okay, let’s deal with that if it becomes necessary. Which it will not because suppressants don’t stop working immediately and we’ll be out of here tomorrow, right?” Stiles rambled. “Now more importantly: How much food and water do we have left?”

Derek went to bed with Stiles curled loosely around his back and woke to him plastered against his skin. He took a deep breath before he even realized he was doing it. There was a sweet aroma filling his nostrils, like spices, like the forest. He shivered as arousal and a need he had never felt before filled him.

It wasn’t anything new that he had a crush on Stiles. He had had a crush on Stiles since the moment the other boy had walked into their shared dorm room first year and talked a solid 20 minutes without as much as taking a breath. Derek had been impressed.

Stiles seemed to share every single thought that crossed his mind. Derek had never had a friend like that, someone who just told you anything from what they had for breakfast that morning to how old they were when their mom died.

Stiles had been a mystery and an open book at the same time. He was a complete spaz and nerd one moment and ridiculously hot the next second. Derek was at this point used to having inappropriate boners around the guy. But this, this was different. More. He didn’t want Stiles, he needed him.

“Shit,” he cured softly under his breath. Was this what his Heat had felt last time? He couldn’t remember, not really. But it made no sense that he would be feeling effects of a Heat he had taken his last pill of suppressants last night. Granted he had no idea how long that pill had been in his toiletries bag, but he figured it should still be doing it’s job.

“Nugh?” Stiles mumbled into his neck.

“Your suppressants are wearing off,” Derek told him quietly. “I can smell you.”

“Shit! Already?” Stiles sat up abruptly. Then he carefully leaned over Derek and sniffed him. Derek pushed him off.

“I took my last pill last night, I’m fine,” he grumbled.

“Well, I should still be fine too,” Stiles said with a frown. He was trying to sniff himself and the sight was adorable. It did things to Derek’s insides. Heat unrelated things thankfully.

“Doesn’t matter. If we manage to get out of here by the end of the day we’ll be fine.”

They didn’t manage to get out by the end of the day. Derek managed to remember enough of all the survival training his family had instilled into him living out in the preserve to melt them some of the freshly fallen snow as they ran out of drinking water. They shared the last of the junk food they had packed for the long drive. But a few packs of Skittles only lasted so long, they would need more food the next day if they weren’t able to leave or were picked up by rescue services.

“So we have enough water and one more granola bar left,” Stiles said as he climbed into bed with Derek that night. “I’ve set the car up to broadcast on the police frequency that we’re here and need help, but I have no idea how long that’s gonna take them to get to us. Plus it’s gonna deplete the battery.”

“You’re scary when you do shit like that,” Derek told him.

“I’m a Sheriff’s son with an engineering degree, what did you expect?” Stiles laughed.

Derek was sure he could feel himself bordering on his Heat, Stiles’ enticing scent had been getting harder and harder to ignore as the day had gone on. Now that they were in the same small bed it was almost too much.

“Are you okay? You look like you’re in pain,” Stiles reached out and ran a hand over Derek’s forehead. “Shit, you feel warm.”

“My suppressants are definitely running out,” Derek said. “So are yours, your scent is like everywhere.”

“I don’t feel anything yet,” Stiles said, he carefully leaned over and sniffed Derek but shrugged, obviously not catching a scent from him yet. “And you should still be doing okay. You took your last pill last night that should still be working, right?”

“Well, it’s not,” Derek bite back. He knew he was being grumpy, more so than usual, but he was starting to have to seriously fight the urge to rub himself up against Stiles. He wanted to roll around in his scent. He wanted to lick him and…

“Shit. Okay, shit,” Stiles was cursing now, his eyes darting around the small cabin. “I just realized that maybe this whole ‘helping each other out’ idea was sort of shortsighted. I mean, biologically, Alphas are meant to be compatible with Omegas, right? So it stands to reason that we are going to drive each other absolutely insane.”

“I…,” Derek hesitated. He understood what Stiles was trying to say, he truly understood it. Two Alphas or two Omegas together was seen as unnatural, sure there was porn about it but it was not something that was widely accepted in society. It was simply the natural law that Alphas belonged with Omegas and vice versa. Relationships with Betas were nowadays mostly accepted but always seen as inferior to the bond between an Alpha and an Omega.

“Your scent doesn’t repulse me,” Derek admitted quietly. He didn’t meet Stiles’ eyes, kept his glance averted as if that made the admission somehow less bad.

“Good,” Stiles said, his voice sounded oddly gentle.

“It’s not… It should though, shouldn’t it? I mean it’s not normal that…” Stiles’ hand clammed itself over his mouth before he could continue.

“I’m giving you ‘unorthodox’ but I’m refusing ‘not normal’. Fuck, Derek. I’ve had a crush on you forever, okay? I thought you were a Beta and yeah, that would have probably been more socially acceptable but… but I still have a crush on you,” he finished quietly, his voice rough with emotion and Derek got it. He’d been in the same damn boat, he had fallen hard and fast for Stiles.

Stiles hand moved from his mouth the the side of his face, cradling him softly, his thumb stroking over his stubble. His scent was filling every pore of Derek’s body, he was feeling shaky with how amazing Stiles smelled.

He leaned up and kissed the other boy. What was that old saying? If you’re going to hell, at least enjoy the ride. He damn sure was going to enjoy the ride, Derek decided.

Stiles’ tongue slid past his lips easily. Derek pressed himself closer.

“Fuck, you taste so good. How the fuck do you taste so good,” Stiles was murmuring.

Derek laughed.
“Says the guy that smells so good I just want to roll around in him,” he replied, brushing his lips against Stiles’ again.

“Is this just because of pheromones for you?” Stiles asked into the space between their lips.

Derek shook his head.
“I’m bad at this: dating, relationships, that kind of thing,” he started.

“Oh, I know. I’ve been your roommate long enough,” Stiles commented with a laugh.

“There were some bad experiences,” he admitted. “People thought I was a Beta and had certain expectations and, well, once it was really bad, the rest was just not good.”

“Shit,” Stiles said softly. “Um, I don’t really have that much experience. Or well, any experience at all. There was one girl in Highschool but it wasn’t that serious.”

Derek nodded in understanding.
“This… this is serious for me,” he said. “It’s not just because we were stupid and forgot our suppressants.”

“Okay,” Stiles said. Then: “Let’s do this now.”

“What?”

“I want my first time with you to be nice and not rushed and with both of us just scrambling to get off.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Yes?” Stiles asked. “Come on: enthusiastic consent,” he demanded. It was a thing he had picked up on in once of the Gender Studies classes he had taken. Derek had rolled his eyes but he got it. It had been something that had been lacking in his own past relationships way too often.

Now he simply pulled Stiles back in and kissed him, hard and demanding.

“Definitely enthusiastic,” Stiles smiled into the kiss and kept kissing him and kissing him.

Derek felt breathless and overwhelmed, like Stiles was too much but he couldn’t get enough at the same time. He kept turning his head, he knew he was offering Stiles his neck, he knew it was an Omega instinct that probably did nothing for Stiles but Stiles simply kept peppering kisses into his skin.

Derek moaned and writhed against him, arching up into him. He felt the outline of Stiles’ hard dick through their thin pyjama pants.

“Clothes off,” Stiles panted above him. And it took a lot more focus that it should have to pull away from each other and part enough to get their clothing out of the way.

As soon as Stiles’ naked skin touched his, Derek knew that his suppressants were definitely not working properly anymore or maybe the fact that Stiles’ had worn off was what it was. But his skin felt on fire, his lungs felt like they were burning trying to take in Stiles’ scent.

Derek spread his legs on instinct. He was slick, wet. He knew it was what happened to Omegas in Heat and had he been anything but completely consumed by the need to have Stiles inside him he might have found it an odd experience. But all he could think was that he needed Stiles. Inside him. Now.

“Is that… Can I… Oh god, Derek. I can’t even think right now. Your skin tastes so good, I can’t stop kissing you, I can’t stop,” Stiles was babbling.

“Yes, yes, yes,” was all Derek could manage. “Stiles, please.”

Then Stiles was sliding into him with a helpless moan. It felt amazing, it felt like nothing he had ever felt before. And it felt just so damn right.

“How does… I don’t even… Oh. I’m not gonna last,” Stiles panted. Derek just nodded and came between their bodies pressed against each other. He felt Stiles come inside him moments later.

“So, that was still completely rushed and with both of us slightly frantic,” Stiles huffed a laugh into his shoulder as Derek was still coming down from the absolute high of his orgasm. He shivered as Stiles pulled out of him.

“Good. It was good,” he sighed. Stiles was gently kneading the skin where his shoulder met his neck between his teeth, not biting down, just an imitation of a mating bite. But it was sending shocks of pleasure through Derek’s entire body, leaving him trembling and shivering in Stiles’ hands.

“You know,” Stiles remarked almost idly, “Between the two of us I kinda didn’t expect me to be the more dominant one.”

Derek just shrugged uncomfortably.

“I wasn’t complaining, silly,” Stiles immediately followed up and then yawned right into his face.

“Okay, nap then freakout,” Stiles ordered sleepily.

“Okay,” Derek agreed easily, his eyes already closing on their own accord.

“I didn’t know we would be able to fuck like that,” Stiles murmured half asleep into Derek’s neck.

“Hmm?” was all Derek managed.

“... always thought Alphas couldn’t…” Stiles continued before all but passing out.

Alphas? Derek frowned tiredly, but they were booth Omegas, right?

When he woke he knew that his Heat had completely broken. He was trembling and shivering and his mind and senses were hazy and clouded by sheer need. He was vaguely aware that his dick was hard and he was leaking the same slick from last night into the sheets.

He turned over, grinding his erection into the sheets, gasping softly as he came just like that. His body already too much on edge to take more than a little friction. His mind cleared a little, but the need was still thumbing through him.

“Stiles?” he gasped softly and his hands reached out in the small bed. Only to encounter nothing but cold, empty sheets.

“Stiles?” he whispered in panic. Stiles had left him. “Stiles!” he yelled, his rough voice ringing through the small cabin. Fear and panic were clawing at him, making it difficult to breathe.

The door burst open behind him. And then Stiles was rushing inside, his arms full of… something. Something that smelled awful, Derek discovered as he gagged.

“Shit! Okay, shit. Oh fuck,” Stiles said. “Okay, I need you to give me five minutes to clean up, okay. Can you manage that?”

Derek nodded weakly, the panic he had felt at being left by Stiles had somewhat subsided. And he slowly watched Stiles rush outside again, not closing the door behind him this time, allowing Derek to keep his eyes on him.

Derek watched him handle what he now could vaguely identify as a dead animal. It was small, maybe a rabbit.

“What did you even kill that thing with?” he called after him. He knew that he needed to keep himself distracted, if he let his body take over he would be writhing in the sheets before the five minutes were up.

“A very heavy rock,” Stiles called back inside. They had talked about what they were going to do for food if no one answered their radio call last night. Stiles had told him that his dad had taken him fishing and hunting a few times as a kid. Derek guessed that dead rabbit meant that their radio signal had gone unnoticed so far.

“Are we going to eat that?”

“Well, we’re not going to fucking starve out here,” Stiles called and Derek watched him walk back inside. He shrugged his jacket off and pulled his t-shirt over his head, both had dark spots that Derek chose not to focus on. Instead he watched him wash his hands thoroughly with the water they had, before he stepped closer to him again.

“Fucking hell, Derek,” he murmured quietly. “I can definitely smell it on you now too. You smell absolutely incredible, so fucking…” he paused, taking a deep breath.

Derek moaned helplessly. He felt so needy, so damn desperate for Stiles.

“Damn, it’s definitely started for you, hasn’t it?” Stiles whispered breathlessly, then his hands were running over Derek’s body. He wasn’t sure if Stiles was trying to soothe himself or Derek with the motion.

“Please,” he begged. “I need you so fucking much right now.”

Stiles just nodded and kept watching Derek’s body twist and turn in the sheets of the bed. Finally Derek had enough and simply pulled the other boy right on top of him with an almost growl.

“Oh, look at that, you’re bossy after all,” Stiles laughed quietly and kissed him.

Derek keened as he was once again engulfed in Stiles’ wonderful scent. He desperately pulled at Stiles’ remaining clothing to get it off, pressing close to and licking helplessly at every bit of exposed skin he could reach.

He felt Stiles stiffen when he reached his neck but then consciously relax and turn his head to give Derek better access.

Their bodies simply had to be made for each other, Derek decided when the last pieces of clothing got removed and their bodies simply slotted together. His skin felt on fire where Stiles was touching him. He was vaguely aware that he was making desperate noises, pleading with him.

“Shit, Derek,” Stiles kissed him, licked his skin and kept biting ever so gently at his neck. Derek kept turning his head, arching into the touch. He just needed him to bite down and claim him. It wasn’t possible, he knew that intellectually, but damn he needed it.

Again it was so simple to spread his legs and have Stiles slide into his ready body.

“Is this okay?” Stiles whispered into his skin. “Is that going to help you?”

Derek just nodded.

“You’re so damn amazing,” Stiles told him. And Derek laughed breathlessly as yet another orgasam washed over him just like that. He whimpered quietly when Stiles tried to pull out.

“Stay please. Need it,” he managed.

“Okay,” Stiles shifted a little against him. “You’re probably gonna be hard again in a moment anyway. Is this enough for you?”

Derek just nodded and held onto Stiles. There was a completely irrational part of his brain that was scared that Stiles would leave him like this.

“The first day is usually the worst,” Stiles continued to explain quietly. “You smelled so good this morning, I almost wanted to fuck you right then and there. But I got us something to eat and I updated the radio signal.”

Again Derek only managed a nod.

“You’re not completely out of it, aren't you?” Stiles asked, worry clouding his voice.

“‘m fine… hazy,” Derek explained.

“Hazy?” Stiles asked with a frown. “Rut isn’t supposed to make you hazy.”

Derek shook his head in confusion.
“Heat,” he mumbled.

“Heat?” Stiles repeated, his voice taking a slightly panicked note. “Did you say Heat? Shit, are you in Heat?”

Derek felt another wave of arousal and need wash over him. He rolled his hips up and into Stiles, causing his dick to rock deeper inside him.

“Oh, we need to talk about this. We so need to talk about this,” Stiles murmured but his hips were giving helpless thrusts into Derek’s body, so Derek figured he was okay with Stiles talking if he managed to multitask.

“Derek, Derek, Derek,” Stiles was panting, clearly struggling to focus, but Derek couldn’t find it in him to care. He needed Stiles to fuck him. He needed it, like air to breath, maybe more because right now given the choice he would not choose air.

He knew he was making desperate sounds, begging and pleading. His body was so on edge already. He threw his head back, exposing his throat for a mating bite, acting on pure Omega instinct now.

He felt his orgasm rush over him in a hot wave of pleasure, he heard Stiles all but growl in his own climax. It felt so good, so damn good. He was so full with Stiles, it was the most amazing feeling.

“I think I just… Oh, I…” Stiles was still panting and moaning softly, his hips still trying to pump into Derek’s spent body.

Derek cuddled into him as best as he could without moving too much. Stiles was still lying on top of him. He gently stroked his hand down Derek's face.

“How are you feeling now,” he asked him quietly.

“Good. I’m so good now,” Derek told him. His body was still buzzing with all of it, but his head was almost clear for the first time since he woke up.

“Uhmm, that’s good. Very good. Because we need to have a super awkward conversation now and we sort of need to stay in this exact position to have it,” Stiles told him looking anywhere but his eyes.

“What?” Derek frowned.

“I was under the assumption that you were an Alpha,” Stiles started and Derek quickly shook his head, but Stiles continued on. “like I am.”

“What?!” Derek’s voice was shrill now, he felt himself panicking. Stiles wasn’t an Alpha. He knew what Alphas were like. They were rough and selfish and Stiles was gentle and caring and nothing like an Alpha.

“I didn’t bite!” Stiles rushed out quickly. “I didn’t bite.”

Derek’s hand shakily went to his neck, his neck that he had offered Stiles just moments ago.
“I don’t understand.”

“I’m an Alpha,” Stiles said quietly. “I’ve been on suppressants that block my scent and I stupidly assumed that it was the same for you.”

“You didn’t bite me even though I practically begged you,” he murmured quietly. None of this made sense to Derek, Stiles was nothing like he expected an Alpha to be.

“Of course not. I have some self control,” Stiles gently nudged his face into Derek’s neck, nuzzling against the sensitive skin. “Even though you smell absolutely delicious.”

“Umm, Stiles?” Derek frowned. He could still feel Stiles inside him and it felt like… “Are you still coming?”

“Ahh. A little bit?” Stiles hid his face against Derek’s neck but not before Derek caught a glimpse of an adorable blush spreading across his face. “So I… uh, I knotted you.”

“Oh,” Derek said. Now that he knew it he could sort of feel it. He simply felt so full and content, like he was floating. “Feels good.”

“Yeah?” Stiles lifted his head, eyeing him carefully.

“Yeah,” Derek agreed. “Full. It’s nice.”

“Good because I can’t exactly pull out,” Stiles said. He had started moving his hip again in little thrusts that were doing nothing but making Derek think he might need to come again soon.

“Uh, what happens now?” Derek asked, unsure.

“Um, it’ll go down in a little bit. Are you uncomfortable?” Stiles asked worried. Before Derek could answer he had already started shifting them to their sides, tugging and pulling on Derek’s body until he had them arranged to his liking.

“I wasn’t uncomfortable,” Derek snorted. “But this is nice too,” he added before Stiles could try and move them again. He knew how Stiles worked in that regard, he had seen it way too many times.

Stiles liked to take care of people, make sure everyone was happy. His own needs came usually way too low on his list of priorities.

“You’re way too soft to be an Alpha,” Derek told him.

“Hey, not all Alphas have to be walking stereotypes,” Stiles said mock-affronted.

“Did you learn that in your Gender-Studies class?” Derek teased. Stiles just laughed and sunk his teeth into Derek’s shoulder in a teasing bite in retaliation.

It felt like a spark of electricity shot through Derek’s body. He gasped and arched up. He was vaguely aware of Stiles whispering panicked curses and apologies into his skin.

“I’m okay,” Derek managed, still panting and dimly aware that he was clutching Stiles so hard his fingers surely would leave marks. But he couldn’t manage to loosen his hold.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think. Shit! Derek, I’m sorry,” Stiles continued, his hands running in soothing patterns across his skin.

“I’m okay,” Derek repeated. “I think I came.”

Stiles laughed softly.
“Yeah, but I also learned in my Gender-Studies class that that is normal for Omegas. Which you are. Holy shit!”

“Yeah, I’m an Omega and you’re an Alpha. We’ve been over that,” Derek yawned and cuddled more into Stiles' warm body. He felt so damn comfortable here surrounded by Stiles’ scent and his gentle touches.

“You should rest, get some sleep,” Stiles told him, holding onto him just as tightly.

“Just don’t leave.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

Derek woke tucked firmly under the blanket and curled around the pillow, but distinctly alone under the covers. Before he could even open his eyes he heard Stiles moving around the room.

“Hey,” he rasped out, his voice rough with sleep and exhaustion.

Stiles was at his side in seconds.
“Hey. Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah,” Derek said. And he was feeling mostly okay. The worst of it seemed to be over. His head was no longer foggy and hazy. He still wanted to bury his face against Stiles’ neck and breathe him in but it was no longer an uncontrollable urge.

“That’s good,” Stiles said, but his hands were once again running over Derek’s body as if reassuring himself that Derek was telling the truth. “So, I’m making us something to eat and you need to drink to stay hydrated and then we should start packing up.”

“Packing up?” Derek asked with a frown.

“Oh. Yeah, we’re getting picked up sometime tomorrow, depending how they manage to get through to us. And I’m going to have to leave the Jeep behind,” he finished sadly.

“We can come get it on the way back to school,” Derek suggested.

“Yeah, no. The battery’s dead. It’s going to have to be towed.”

“Damn.” Derek knew how much Stiles loved that beat up car.

Stiles’ dad arrived the next afternoon. Derek figured his Heat was mostly over. Stiles still stuck close to his side, continuously running his hands over his body before they left. They had cleaned themselves up as best as they could but Derek could still smell their mingled scents filling up the inside of the squad car Stiles’ dad had picked them up in.

The ride back into Beacon Hills was awkward. They both sat in the back, Stiles had his hand loosely curled around Derek’s wrist, his thumb was rubbing soothing circles into his skin. The Sheriff was driving, constantly on the radio with the other emergency services in the area, directing them through the heavy snow that was still blocking roads.

He had clearly been less than impressed by the fact that his son and his roommate had gotten themselves stuck in an abandoned cabin because they had figured they knew better than the emergency services which roads they should take.

Derek shivered a little as a wave of need washed over him.

Stiles' hand tightened around his wrist and he mouthed a quiet: “You okay?”

Derek nodded. They had at least two more hours left in the car.

“Dad, can you pull over?”

“Stiles, I swear you’re not a toddler, even if you seem to behave like it sometimes, you can hold it for another couple of miles.”

Stiles’ shoulder slumped at his dad’s dismissive tone. Then he shifted, opening both their seatbelts, he arranged their bodies until Derek was sitting between his spread legs before wrapping the seatbelt around both of them.

“Stiles!” the Sheriff yelled. “Don’t tempt me into writing you a ticket today.”

“Then write me a fucking ticket!” Stiles simply yelled back, tightening his hold on Derek’s body. Derek wanted to argue that he was fine but he really wasn’t. He pressed his face into Stiles’ neck, taking deep breaths of his scent, trying to calm himself.

Stiles pushed a hand under his t-shirt, the skin contract did a lot to soothe him and Derek sighed softly.

“Will you be okay until we get into the city?” Stiles asked quietly. “Just tell me what you need. Okay, Der’?”

Derek nodded quietly. Being able to breathe Stiles in and have him close and touching him was doing a lot to keep his Heat at bay.

“I thought it was over,” he just said.

Stiles gave a snort.
“Yeah, no. It takes a couple of days,” he answered. “We just need to get you back home, okay?”

Derek nodded quietly. ‘We’ and ‘home’ sounded a hell of a lot like Stiles would be staying with him and Derek felt himself calm at that thought.

“Ooohkay, I’m pulling over,” Stiles’ dad called from the front. “And then I’m getting an explanation.”

“Don’t pull over,” Stiles said. “The faster we get home the better.”

“Stiles!”

“He’s in Heat, Dad. Okay, he’s in Heat and I’d rather have him at home than stuck in this damn car,” Stiles groused.

“Have him?” the Sheriff asked slightly shrill.

“Yeez, Dad.”

“Okay. Just okay, I’m driving. Tell me if you need me to leave the car and pretend I’m not seeing anything but we will talk about this when we’re home. And I’m calling Derek’s parents.”

They made it back to Beacon Hills. By the time they pulled into the driveway to the Stilinski’s house Derek was once again a shivering, needy mess. His hair was sweaty and plastered to his forehead.

Derek didn’t remember a lot of what happened between Stiles dragging him out of the car barely seconds after the tires stopped and the second his naked body covered his and he was sliding into his ready body.

The second he entered Derek’s body it felt like everything quieted around him, like he was finally able to take a breath again.

“God Derek, you have no idea, no idea how you smell. How much I wanted to fuck you right there in the car,” Stiles was whispering into his ear.

It didn’t take much to make Derek come between their bodies and even less for him to get hard again as Stiles kept thrusting into him.

“Gonna knot you, Der’, is that okay?”

Derek had never nodded so fast in his life.

Afterwards they lay in Stiles’ bed curled together. Stiles fussed over him as Derek cuddled into him, enjoying the quiet his body was giving him for the moment. Stiles was running his hands all over his body and Derek was relaxing further with each stroke of his fingers over his skin.

There was a knock on the door, the only partially closed door, Derek realized. His face flushed in embarrassment.

“Uh, bad time,” Stiles called.

“I put some water and sandwiches in front of the door,” Stiles’ dad called, “and I’m leaving now.”

As soon as Stiles was able to pull out of him again he went to get the food and water, making Derek eat and drink while he wiped him down with a wet washcloth.

“Can I ask you something?” Derek asked quietly. “We’re not bonded, right?”

“I told you, I didn’t give you the bite,” Stiles said.

“I know. It’s just… I don’t know how to explain it. I react to you. When you touch me it calms me. When we have sex it’s...,” he trailed off, unsure how to explain it and unsure how Stiles would react.

Stiles settled back down on the bed next to him and kissed him, deep and sure.
“I felt it the first time I smelled your scent properly without those damn suppressants. Your scent, damn Der’, your scent is made for me, it’s perfect to me. Your body is perfectly made for me. I’m so fucking in love with you and I’d take you as a bonded mate in a heartbeat. Now stop smelling so damn worried, okay?”

Derek had no idea what to say to that. He was in love with Stiles but the idea of being bonded for the rest of his life to Stiles seemed equal parts terrifying and exhilarating.

“You can’t smell how worried someone is. That’s not how this works,” was all he managed after a moment.

Stiles just laughed and curled around him.
“You know how people say that there are perfect matches between Alphas and Omegas? Like soulmates? I think that’s us.”

“So what? We are destined to be together?” Derek frowned. He wasn’t sure how he felt about the idea of not getting a choice in being with Stiles.

“No. I just think we’d be damn good together,” Stiles told him with a gentle smile belying his nerves. “I’m not asking you to bond with me right now, Derek. But maybe one day in the future.”

“Yeah,” Derek agreed easily. And suddenly the thought wasn’t as scary anymore. There was no pressure to bond with Stiles. They had all the time in the world.

They fell asleep curled up together under the sheets of Stiles’ bed, warm and safe with each other.