Note: Another short story I thought of. I like the idea of one of the boy's being in denial about being gay or bi and the other the opposite, having to show them their true self sort of speak. I use the word fag in this story and Derek comes off harsh. I apologize in advance. hope you like it. I don't know if there will be a part 2, possibly...maybe?
Stiles parted from his friend Scott and headed into the boys locker room to get some water unaware of the fact that someone followed him inside.
"I'm dating the head cheerleader. What makes you think I want you Stilinski?"
Stiles turned around somewhat startled to find the head jock and one of the most popular seniors in his school, not to mention one of the hottest, Derek Hale blocking the exit with a stern look on his face.
He was in his full gym uniform much like Stiles but it looked more appealing on Derek's built form than it ever did on Stiles lean one.
Derek toned body filled out his gym wear well. His firm chest and defined abs pressed up against the thin, white fabric of his shirt, showing a hint of the delicious body that hid underneath. Derek's red shorts hung on his sculpted hips and fit snuggly against his muscular thighs leaving little to the imagination.
Whereas, Stiles shirt draped baggily on his small frame and lack of muscles and his shorts hung loose on his legs. The only area the teen's shorts were snug was on his ample ass.
Derek folded his arms into his chest, showing off his muscular biceps as he waited for an answer.
"Well, Stilinski?" Derek challenged, taking a step forward.
Derek must have overheard Stiles joking to his friend on the bleachers about Mr. popular himself being into him. That was the only logically reason Derek would have been standing there educated about teen's thoughts and looking annoyed. Well, unless Derek Hale had a hidden and undiscovered talent of reading minds.
"How about the fact I caught you staring at my ass on more than one occasion during gym." Stiles replied, not giving a fuck.
"Shut the fuck up!" Derek yelled, storming over and slamming Stiles back into a set of lockers.
"You're going to beat me up, go ahead. At least I'm not scared of the truth." Stiles snapped.
Being smashed up against lockers, laughed at and bullied, Stiles was used to all of it as a class clown and loser of the school. Stiles knew who he was and wasn't afraid of who he was. On the contrary, he was proud.
Derek raised his hand back as if he was going to hit the teen.
Stiles squeezed his eyes shut trying to prepare himself for the blow when suddenly he felt a hand cup the side of his cheek, causing all air to leave his lungs in surprise.
Derek eyes moved down to the sudden bulge in Stiles shorts.
"I always knew you were a fag Stilinski." he voiced harshly.
Before Stiles could respond, Derek spun him around facing the lockers and pulled Stiles red gym shorts and underwear down his knees in one swift motion, eyeing the teen's bare ass.
"What are you doing?" Stiles asked nervously.
"Shut up." Derek snapped, as he pulled his own shorts down a bit and pulled his big cock out giving it a squeeze.
"Lean down." Derek demanded.
Freaked out, Stiles froze in his spot.
Derek let out an annoyed huff and grabbed Stiles hips, pushing him back a bit and then pressed his hand on the teen's back causing Stiles to uncomfortable bend over with his hands resting on the cold locker doors, giving him a nice view of the teen's full ass.
"Yeah, just like that." Derek voiced pleased, grabbing his needy cock in his hand and began tugging on it, jerking off right there, while viewing Stiles sweet cheeks.
The teen gasped half alarmed and half turned on as he listened to Derek grunt and pant while yanking on his cock.
Stiles swallowed and held in a breath as he felt Derek's free hand caress one of his cheek, rubbing it a bit before going back to putting his full attention on his cock, groaning out loud as he felt his end near.
"Don't move." He warned, as he grabbed Stiles waist with one arm and jerked off in the other, squirting his warm cum all over Stiles ass cheeks and down his crack.
Stiles moaned and bit his lip to keep from saying something he would later regret. He was hard as a rock and in much need of relief.
Derek huffed as he finished cleaning himself off and tucked his dick back inside his shorts.
"Enjoy your shower, fag." Derek whispered roughly next to Stile's ear before pushing him further into the lockers and walking back outside to join the rest of the class.
Stiles rid himself of his clothes fully and heading into one of the multiple shower stalls in the boy's locker room. He turned on the warm water and let it cascade down his back, cleaning of his cum covered ass, as his hands moved down his body to his aroused cock, taking it in his hand and began stroking it as he shamefully thought of images of Derek in his head. Remembering the sounds he made and the feel of his hand on his naked ass.
He came shortly after, and then quickly dressed, meeting the rest of the class outside.
"Why is your hair wet dude?" Scott asked as Stiles walked back over to the bleachers.
Stiles shrugged his shoulder taking a seat next to his friend on the bench.
"I just felt like taking a shower."
He glanced across the blacktop to find Derek smirking at him, amused, before turning his attention back to his gang of friends playing basketball, joining in.