AN: All righty, this is my first fanfiction EVER. Any comments, thoughts, ideas, constructive criticism would be very much appreciated. English is not my mother language, so if you find any mistakes do let me know (if you feel like it!).
Warning: There's some smut here already, so if this is not your thing, you've been warned!
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or any of the characters here portrayed.
Stiles woke up with the sun on his face, getting through a small opening on his room's window and a tent on his boxers shorts. He checked his phone for the time: 2:08 pm. It had been a long night. Fun, but tiresome. Thursdays were two-beers-for-the-cost-of-one-night, so the club would always get crowded, which meant barely any time for breathing while trying to get everyone's drinks to them as fast as he can on the counter.
But right now he really needed to pee and that 'afternoon wood' wasn't going to help at all. He got up from his bed and thanked God his only class that day was from 4 til 6pm and from there he'd grab a bite with his buddies Scott and Isaac and then head straight to the club, which opened at 9pm. His very respectable place of work, the Lupita's Sanctuary, was one of the many strip clubs in New York.
He turned on the TV on his way to the bathroom and managed to pee, even with a little discomfort from his hard on. Both Isaac and Scott had already left for their classes which started relatively early – unlike Stiles' – at 2pm. They all met at their hometown and then got into NYU together. Problem is, their parents couldn't afford everything on their own. To pay for university alone cost them a completely outrageous amount of money already, plus, there was food, house bills, rent…
Stiles' dad had a savings account for college opened when his mother was still alive, but the money in there was just enough to pay for the university fee. It wasn't enough to pay for all those extra basic needs that come with living somewhere other than your parents' house.
Scott's mom was being able to pay for it only because his dad helped put in the extra bit that was missing. Isaac, on the other hand, could afford it with the money from his sold house back in Beacon Hills. His parents were dead and he had no reason to keep it, it only reminded him of the years of abuse his father got him through.
So that's how the three of them found themselves working at a strip club to help pay the bills and then get a better life after college. Lupita had offered all three of them a stripping position if they showed her they could dance, but Stiles didn't even want to try it, ignoring the protests from his friends when he asked to be a barman instead.
"Dude, come on, we dance together all the time, you're just as good as we are. If we can do it, so can you!" Scott had said a bit frustrated. Stiles smiled at his friend's encouragement words.
"I know I can dance, guys," he answered before Isaac got the chance to add something to that, "I just don't think I can do it in front of, I don't, a hundred people, while wearing a thong. That's a bit too much, thank you very much. But I know you guys will do great."
He was the most hyperactive of the three of them, yes, but also the most self-conscious with his body. While Isaac and Scott were a bit more built, Stiles was just leaner and, well, not built. Not to mention his skinny legs. He just didn't think he would appeal in any way to the clientele of Lupita's, unlike his friends. So the extravagant woman agreed that he could be the barman but reminded him that he'd still be wearing what she called the SBU: the sexy barman uniform, which much to his dismay was composed of tight jeans and black suspenders.
"Great. Still better than a thong, though."
Coming back from the bathroom Stiles got to the kitchen while paying mild attention to what was on TV, a rerun of last night's interview. Something about this actor who was in town promoting his new action movie.
Stiles gulped a glass of water and tried really hard not to think about his cock begging for attention inside his boxers. He didn't have time for that now, he had to eat and get ready for class and he liked to take his time masturbating, so he decided to just let it calm down by itself. He made himself two tuna, tomato and mayo sandwiches and sit down on the couch to eat it.
He realized he actually knew that guy on TV. Not like he'd met him, but like, knew who he was. He'd seen all of his action movies. Derek Hale. In ten minutes he was done eating, transfixed by the interview Derek was giving. He wore a simple white t-shirt, and black jeans, which Stiles thought suited him really well. Who was he kidding, it fit him perfectly. You could see his abs and biceps and triceps all bulging out. Damn, he was hot.
He hadn't realized how hungry he was until he'd finished. Maybe it was his hard on clouding his thoughts. He checked the time again: 2:43 pm. Hm. Maybe he would have time to masturbate after all.
He put his hand inside the boxers, not bothering to take it off, and pulled his cock out. Focusing on the sound of the grave voice coming from Derek on TV, he started moving his hand up and down his shaft at a slow pace.
Derek was a pretty serious guy from the looks of it. He was all business, no pleasure. Just kept talking about the movie and answering the questions that were made, rarely smiled, which made him all the more interesting to Stiles who had this domination kink. He started to feel his back already relaxing against the sofa.
With his other hand he was massaging and cupping his balls and couldn't stop a moan from escaping his lips as the program on tv put on Derek's movie trailer. He always looked tough and dead on invincible throughout the whole thing, but what really got Stiles going was when he eventually appeared coming out of the shower with a towel hanging low around his hips. That v-line…
"Fuck, I would definitely let you fuck me."
Stiles had already quickened the pace and was now panting, licking and biting his lower lip, thinking about Derek's delicious body and how good it would feel pressed against his own. The trailer now showed Derek on top of some woman as they had passionate sex and the look on her face told Stiles she was having the best sex of her life.
He wished he was the one having the best sex of his life with Derek. At this point he could feel some precum oozing out the tip of his cock. And then the trailer cut to this view from the ceiling that showed Derek's back on top of her, holding her wrists down on each side of her body, his ass unfortunately covered by the sheets, thrusting hard and slow, as if nothing mattered more on his world than pleasuring that woman.
This scene lasted just about 10 seconds and it was all Stiles needed to slip over the edge. He started humming in time with his panting and immediately felt his muscles tighten up and the next thing he knows, he's coming all over his stomach and right hand, moaning loudly. A bit of cum even flew all the way to his chest. Breathing deeply now as the waves of pleasure rode off, he slowed his pace until he stopped altogether.
He took a moment to appreciate the nice feeling of relaxation that came afterwards, still massaging his balls. He wondered how it was possible that some people just didn't masturbate at all…
"That's it, don't miss my new movie coming out this Saturday on theaters."
He heard Derek's not very entertained voice and then the program went into commercial. When he finally decided he'd enjoyed that feeling long enough, he got up still a little weak in the knees and with both hands tried to make sure his cum didn't drip anywhere on his way to the bathroom. He got some toilet paper wet on the sink and cleaned himself with it.
Considering he'd already taken a shower before going to bed after work last night, he decided against taking a shower before class, but at least brushed his teeth. It was already 3:10 pm so he got dressed real quick, packed his work clothes in his backpack and walked out of the apartment.
They didn't live that far away from campus, so he would always walk to class. Today was neither a hot nor a cold day. It was just perfect temperature to be outside. He had on his old blue jeans, a red plain tee and a plaid grey and brown button down over it. He was humming My Girl, by The Temptations under his breath, singing the lyrics inside his head 'I've got sunshine on a clooooudy daaay…' He turned a corner and all of a sudden he was falling back on his butt.
"Ouch."
When he looked up, he saw the cause of his fall was a man, who just like him, was turning the corner coming from the opposite direction. Unlike him, though, the man barely bulged with the impact. He had a phone pressed to his ear, talking to someone.
"I'll have to call you back, Peter." Stiles heard him say. That voice, though…
He offered his hand to help Stiles up and that's when he realized who that man was. Derek Hale. In flesh and bone. And ripped, beautiful muscles. It took Stiles a couple of seconds to react to the helping hand. This couldn't be happening. He had just beaten his meat off to the guy on TV and now here he was, holding his hand and apologizing.
"I apologize. I got distracted on the phone and didn't hear you coming from the other way. Are you ok?"
He looked a bit pissed and confused. Stiles didn't want to be one of those people who freaks out when they randomly see someone famous on the streets, so he decided not to make a big deal out of this. It's not like he was a big fan of this guy, he just wanted his naked body on his bed. Since there was absolutely no way that was happening any time soon, Stiles chose to just act cool and try not to embarass himself (or give away his afternoon fantasy envolving the actor's image).
"Y-yeah, yeah. Are you? Ok, I mean? I didn't see you coming either. Sorry, dude." He answered a bit nervously, heart beating faster, tapping the back of his pants where he'd fallen on to clean it.
"I'm fine." Derek answered, flaring his nostrils for half a second and looking confused for another full second before his expression changed into a blank mask.
"Ok. Good. I-I'm glad. Well, I gotta get going to… class. You're obviously not hurt since you barely moved when we… bumped into each other, so… I'm gonna… go. Have a good day, Derek." Stiles blabbered and kept walking his way.
'Have a good day, Derek? Have a good day, Derek? What the fuck was I thinking? Now he knows I know who he is! But… is that really that big of deal? If he knows I know? It's perfectly normal to know who he is, everyone knows who he is. Oh, fuck it. Just keep walking, Stiles.' Stiles yelled at himself in his head, groaning a little at his frustration, feeling utterly confused to say the least.
He wasn't the only one.
AN: I know it's not that long, but bear with me! Next chapter I'll make it up for this :)
Cheers.
