Warning : may not contain non-slash .
Preview for Alpha spikes:
Derek hums his understanding. He holds half the pastry up to Stiles’s mouth.
Stiles moves to grab it from him, but he jerks it back, says a quiet “no,” eyes intent on him.
Huh, okay. Not as adverse to being fed as he would’ve thought. Not especially when the food smells as good as it does and is being shoved right up under his nose.
He should just—
“Dude, I am not eating from your hand.”
“You are,” is all Derek says, face unreadable.
Okay. Good argument.
What the hell. He’ll give it a shot.
It’s not like anyone’s here to know about it but him and Derek. He can’t really see Derek going out and doing an interview about how he fed his Chosen like a baby, and Stiles sure as hell isn’t gonna tell anyone. Besides, he’s just lazy and hungry enough for it to make complete sense. Maybe this is how he should’ve been eating all his life.
Not to mention it’s better than him resisting and Derek shoving it down his throat anyway.
“Okay, why not.” He opens his mouth and Derek lays the sweet bread on his tongue. The backs of his fingers catch a little on Stiles’s lips, accidentally. And the pastry — it tastes sort of different than before. Sort of smoky and gingery. Like Derek’s smell.
Alpha-flavored pastry. Bet they don’t sell that in the supermarket bakery.
“Don’t call me “Alpha Hale.” It’s just “Derek” to you,” Derek says around popping the other half of the pastry in his own mouth, licking his fingers.
“Okay, Derek,” Stiles tests, kind of roguishly.
There’s a small twitch to Derek’s lips. Stiles barely catches it.
“Who is Alex?” he demands, hands finding Stiles hips and trapping them.
In reply, Stiles half-laughs. A short, nervous puff of air that makes Derek’s grip tighten, fingertips pressing into tender flesh as his growl grows louder, angrier. “Alex, my mechanic,” Stiles clarifies - and, come on, is this really what the whole matter is about? -, “as I was trying to say before you went all berserk on me. Just a suggestion here, but maybe you should consider signing up for one of those anger management courses, buddy.”