Derek sleeps naked. It’s not exactly the kind of information Stiles was expecting to receive today, and he stands staring at Derek’s naked form for a few minutes, taking in the hair on his chest, the thick patch dark and it looks so fucking soft, and it actually joins the strip of hair down towards his hips, the rest of the view concealed by the sheet. Stiles gulps slightly, thinking about how it would feel to run his hand down Derek’s chest, down towards his cock, fingertips brushing along the thick soft hair. Derek sleeps with his arm curled up behind his head and the bed sheet loose around his hips. Derek freaking Hale sleeps naked. Stiles is still gaping when Derek shifts slightly, one of his legs slipping out of the confines of the sheet, and ohhhhh, he can actually see past Derek’s happy trail now. Stiles licks his lips at the sight of his thick cock, the base peeking out from under the sheet, and tells himself that this is a bad time to get an erection. Like, seriously bad, he thinks with a soft noise of frustration, adjusting his half-hard cock over the material of his pants.
"Stiles?" Derek asks, eyes open and an eyebrow raised curiously.
"Hey, Derek. I nude. I mean, need - " Stiles corrects, face red as he mentally kicks himself in the head for this disaster. "- I need information on harpies. Scott reckons there’s one in the forest."
"There is; she’s there as my guest. Tell him not to worry and to leave her alone."
Stiles, eyes drawn back to Derek’s hips and base of his cock, nods quickly. “Sure thing. Thanks,” he mumbles, shooting off a quick text to Scott and planning on getting home as soon as possible to hit it off to the image of Derek lying there, naked.
"No problem… Oh, Stiles? Can you help me with something?" Derek adds, glancing down to where his hard cock is tenting the sheet.