Derek wobbled into Stiles room through his window. Derek Hale had never in his life been drunk before. It just wasn't possible for a werewolf to be drunk, but whatever he and Peter had drunk has left them both smashed. Peter passed out and Derek found himself climbing into Stiles Stilinski's room hoping to see the teenager.
He had no idea what possessed him to come to Stiles house, or what made him flop down on the boy's bed and inhale his scent. Why hadn't he noticed ho wonderful Stiles smelled? Derek body reacted with arousal. He felt himself growing hard as he dug his hips deeper into the mattress.
Derek was drunk but he wasn't so drunk that he didn't hear the moment Stiles beat up jeep pulled into the drive way. But for the life of him he couldn't seem to bring his body to motion. He had a mini panic when he head the front door open, and the pounding of feet up the stairs. Derek shuffled his way to the edge of the bed, but when the door swung opened his eyes met a bewildered Stiles.
"Uhh, hey Derek?" Stiles eyed him weirdly.
"Hello Stiles," Derek frowned, "Your doing well?"
Stiles knew something was off. Derek's movements were off and his speech was weird. Stiles leaned closer to the bed.
"You okay buddy?"
"Yeah I think so." Derek mumbled something under his breath.
"So what can I help you with sourwolf?"
Derek took one look at Stiles face and proceeded to laugh, but not his usual stiff laugh but a full on giggle. Derek fell on his back holding his sides as tears of laughter stained his cheeks. Stiles pinched his arm to see if he was dreaming.
"Derek what the hell s going on….?"
"You face is funny…. I just wanna touch it…"
That's when Stiles smelled the scent of alcohol reeking from Derek's breath. Stiles climbed over to Derek, pulling his face towards his.
"You're fucking drunk!"
"Not really. I'm not really drunk. Not to much," Derek giggled like a child, "Not that drunk."
"I though werewolves couldn't get drunk!?" He couldn't believe Derek was giggling, although it was kinda cute.
"Peter had something," Derek reached his hands around Stiles shoulders, "Had something for us. Makes you drunk, not sober." Derek pulled Stiles towards him.
Stiles stiffened when he was pulled to Derek's chest. Damn if the werewolf wasn't like his own big furnace. Stiles blushed as Derek hugged himself to Stiles body.
"Derek I think you should let me go wolfie." Stiles attempted to push away.
"Why? I like you right here," Derek rolled over so Stiles was underneath Derek's massive body, "You feel nice under me Stiles."
The way Derek said Stiles name sent shivers down to his dick.
"Derek you really need to let me go. Bad things are gonna happen if you don't." Stiles gave a soft groan when Derek pulled Stiles even closer as he ran his right hand down Stiles side, little it rest on his now exposed hip.
"I don't mind, you smell really nice," Derek nuzzled Stiles cheek, "You smell like pretty things."
"Pretty things? Really? You're such a freak. You're a werewolf drunk freak! Now let me go Derek. Ugh you're making this-aah so… damn… HARD!" Stiles struggled in Derek's arm only to be stopped by a wet tongue tracing his neck.
"Oohh no, Derek stop. Stop RIGHT NOW!" The words came out in a low moan as Stiles shifted closer to the Alpha.
"You're saying no but your body is pushing towards yes." Derek ghosted his hand over Stiles lean body, "I just wanna touch Stiles, that's all."
Biting his lip Stiles shook his head, "You're not you right now. I can't…. Aahh fuck Derek, want you to be… uuhhh sober." Stiles liked his lips.
Derek let go of Stiles body and took note of the disappointment that lit Stiles face, "Yeah you're right, I'm not in control." Derek propped his head on his arm and looked down at Stiles, "I'm a little drunk but this is what I want. So for now I'm gonna sleep here and hold you."
Stiles opened his mouth but nothing came out.
"Don't say anything just sleep Stiles."