-Sat. December 1st 2012
Stiles was completely arseholed! Yep. No other way to put it as he staggered up the short stairs to the door of Derek's loft and pushed the door open. Had he been sober, he would have been all over how Derek set his alarm only when he was at home and left the door wide open to basically anyone, when he was out and perhaps throw in a few speeches here and there that he was more than certain would get the sourwolf into a worse mood and earn him a fractured bone like last time. Scott had dropped him off his motorbike with the instruction that he was to sleep at the loft while Derek wasn't there and perhaps when he woke up again, he would be sober enough to face his father.
Stiles scoffed. Seriously, it's not like his father never drunk when he was Stiles' age right? He was eighteen for fuck's sakes. A noise caught his attention and he froze, trying not to think about what that noise could mean but as usual, his curiosity won out and he made his way unsteadily to the room and peeked in only to be met with the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. No fucking kidding.
Derek Hale, back muscles hard and flexing beautifully as he did pull ups. Once again, if he had been sober, he would have turned around to leave but without any inhibitions, he pushed the door open and stepped into the room. "My my! Derek Hale. You are one fine specimen." he slurred.
Derek knew Stiles was coming over since Scott had called him to tell him but he didn't know the teen would be this knackered. He jumped down from his high place, feet planting firmly on the ground as he tried not the let Stiles' words get to him. "Stiles." was all he said, eyeing the boy wearily.
"Mm?" Stiles grinned like an idiot, unable to stand still and with quick jerky movements, he was in Derek's personal space, the beta frowning as he took a step back. "Are you drunk?!"
Stiles took a moment to look offended before giggling. "And you, handsome... have a knack for pointing out the obvious, don't you?" he moved close enough to trail a finger on Derek's broad, muscled chest.
Derek caught his hand in his fist, his brows knitted together in a scowl but somehow, he kept Stiles' smaller fist in his larger one, right there on his chest. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Obviously, I'm having a feel of those abs. I'm quite envious, actually" Stiles says, a pout accompanying his words and Derek couldn't help but smile at that.
"What's there to be envious about?"
"Your girlfriend." Stiles deadpanned, causing Derek's smile to reassemble on his face till the natural scowl he wore was back in place.
"You don't get it, do you? I want to touch you, and lick you and do all the dirty and beautiful things with you." Stiles gulped and when Derek opened his mouth to say something, Stiles wagged a finger forcefully right in his face till he shushed. "You still don't get it, do you? That body is great. Very. And don' blame d'drink. Uh uh. No drink, i still fin' you hot. Blame drink for me telling you. Wouldn' have oth'wise." he hiccupped, pulling his fist forcefully out of Derek's, perhaps with a little too much force as the next thing that happened was him losing his balance. A yelp tore from his throat as he imagined this could be the way he died, falling and crashing his head to the cold hard floor.
He waited.
Eyes firmly shut but nothing happened because large arms were holding onto him and he was pressed to the rock hard and sweaty chest of Derek Hale. He looked up but all he could see was Derek's set jaw and no extra movements can be made. "I don' know 'bout ya buh ain't this thingy too tight?" Stiles asked, voice barely above a whisper. His hands moved tentatively around Derek's back to hug him and still, Derek said nothing.
Derek couldn't afford to breathe right now. He had always known Stiles' scent to be something beautiful and that's why he kept the teen away most of the time but right now, holding onto him like this, he really really didn't know how to go from here. And then Stiles' arms were moving around him and he was feeling all his resolve slipping away gradually. With one sudden movement, he pulled back out of the embrace, looking down at Stiles' confused face. "You okay?"
Stiles, who had been pouting from the loss of contact, nods slowly. "Mhm. You?"
"Why won't i be okay?"
"I dunno. Maybe 'cause you were hugging me so tight?" Stiles says, biting back his impatience.
"I'm fine." Derek says curtly, rubbing his wrists and when he lifted his head, Stiles was right there again and this time with a far too determined look on his face that had him worried for a moment.
"kiss me." was all he said, licking his lips to wet them ever so slowly and Derek's eyes followed the movement of that pink tongue across Stiles' lips and he shook his head, trying to clear it but Stiles took it as a way of saying 'no'.
"You don't want to kiss me or you won't?"
"What?" Derek asked, eyes fixed on Stiles' lips as he spoke and before he knew it, he had an armful of the pale, fragile boy as Stiles was standing on his toes before him, hands moving around his neck to pull him down to meet him halfway, his lips pliant under Derek's.
Derek was too stunned to move, his arms still hang by his sides as Stiles' lips moved on his.
After a while when Derek didn't respond, Stiles tried one last resort. "Derek?"
"Mm?" the sourwolf mumbled, blinking to focus on Stiles' face only inches from his.
"Kiss me. Please."
This time the kiss was slower, almost measured. Knowing what was coming, Derek didn't flinch away. Instead he closed his eyes and went with what was happening.
He moved his face away from Derek whose face was red with what? Embarrassment? It didn't matter as Stiles' eyes glimmered in the dim lightening of the loft, making him look like the mischievous teenager he was. He blinked slowly, his hand still on Derek's neck holding him close and Derek for some reason, didn't push him away either. Instead, he kissed him.
He made a pleased noise in the back of his throat, feeling Stiles' fingers knot themselves in his hair and hooked his finders in Stiles' belt loops, using them as leverage to pull the fragile boy closer to him. Stiles swayed on his feet lightly from the alcohol, Derek supposed and smirked.
"What are you smiling at?" Stiles mumbled drunkenly against Derek's lips who groaned as it seemed Stiles' lust keeps increasing by the minute. He slid to the floor gently with Stiles and got on top him, nipping at Stiles' jawline and down the side of his neck causing him to moan and Derek felt the vibrations from his vocal chords under his lips. Stiles bucked his hips upward causing a dull shiver of pleasure in both of them and Derek's hips ground down harder in response. The teen's fingers tugged on Derek's hair getting the bulky man to look at him before attacking Stiles' collar bone with his mouth, sucking and biting deeply till the skin was red with irritation.
Stiles groaned, the fabric of his jeans rubbed against his hard- on sending waves of heat to his nerves and he rocked his hips against Derek and feeling the other's hard on. "fuck me." Stiles whispers, his voice hoarse though it wasn't plain if that was because of the alcohol or because of his arousal. Derek took a moment trying to figure out what Stiles said and replied somewhat reluctantly. "You're drunk."
"No I'm not!" he protested, being careful to pronounce his words like a sober person.
"You'll regret it when you're sober. Believe me, you will." and he had no idea why he was putting effort in talking Stiles out of it when he really wanted this.
"No," Stiles dragged the syllable out. "Will you?" when Derek didn't reply, he probed again. "Answer me, Derek"
"No." it was clipped and precise. Typical Derek Hale and Stiles couldn't help chuckling. "That's all I need to know." Stiles' lips captured his in a sloppy kiss, his tongue plunging into Derek's overly willing mouth as his own tongue joined in the dance. He pulled back only briefly to bite Derek's bottom lip and suck on it, feeling as the tissue started to heal right under his lips, the action causing shockwaves of pleasure to shoot straight to Derek's groin, making his training shorts almost unbearably tight. There was nothing slow after that, just rushed kisses and groping.
Stiles' eager hands trailed up and down Derek's back, the wolf pulling up briskly, his hands working feverishly to unbuckle Stiles' belt and pull down his pants before pulling his own shorts off, groaning at the weight finally fell off his straining cock. Stiles wrapped his hands around the already hard shaft and began pumping it up and down. He looked down at Stiles who didn't seem to be as drunk as he was when they had started making out which was a good thing, he guessed.
"Stiles..." Derek choked out and Stiles pulled his eager hands away reluctantly, bending his legs at Derek's side. He seemed impatient and he kept grinding himself up into Derek who couldn't help growling and humping him into the floor. "Shit," Derek groaned against his neck, regret racking through his body at the possibility that they have to stop this. "There's no lube."
"Huh?" was Stiles' only response before hooking his leg around Derek's back.
'Guess he's drunker than I thought.' Derek pushed himself up and looked around the room for anything he could use as lubrication. Nothing. "Stiles you can't..." "I said fuck me. Don't care how you do it just do it." Stiles slurred and Derek growled.
He really felt weakened by all this, Stiles' scent so close, his warmth, that blush on his skin, the taste and smell of sweat, his demanding tone...and the arousal and he pulled back abruptly, flipping Stiles over onto his belly so quick, the other boy didn't have the chance to feel disappointed as an involuntary moan escaped his parted brims, pushing his ass out desperately when his cock connected enticingly to the cold floor. Derek's mouth went to work, kissing and sucking, toying with Stiles' asshole as the teen moaned and writhed loudly and wantonly.
Growls and moans reverberated off the walls of the relatively empty room as Derek's tongue pushed into Stiles with firm thrusts as his hands kneaded the fragile human's ass, his pale skin gaining colour at the roughness of the actions. He pulled back and replaced his tongue with his fingers, one at a time and watching in fascination as he loosened Stiles up, the boy pumping at his cock desperately. Stiles' virgin hole pulsed and breathed around Derek's fingers as the wolf pushed into him.
His hand reached behind him to press Derek's face in closer to his asshole again which made the wolf pull his finger out, pushing his tongue in as replacement as he tongue fucked Stiles with his hard tongue but soon enough, he was pulling back, slipping two fingers into the lubricated hole and adding another up to open up Stiles for his large cock. He leaned over Stiles, face close to his ear and whispered "Okay Stiles, this is your last chance to back o-"
Stiles kissed him... somehow and at an awkward angle but it served it's purpose of cutting off the rest of his sentence. Stiles ground his hips back into Derek and he hissed, positioned himself at his entrance and started to push in. Stiles felt as tight as a vise no matter how much he had "prepared him" and Derek grunted and pulled all the way out then slamming all the way back in.
He groaned into the back of Stiles' neck, thrusting steadily in and out, causing shivers to run up and down Stiles' back as he felt everything heighten. Derek grabbed Stiles by his hair and attacked his neck with kisses and small bites from his blunt human teeth.
Stiles felt it when Derek's rhythm faltered and felt heat coil up in his groin. "Derek..." he moaned.
The wolf cursed as Stiles clenched around him, making his thrusts slower and his cock more sensitive after each pull out and even more sensitive when Stiles kept gasping his name. The teen's back arched and Derek lifted him by his shoulders so that he was in a sitting position with Derek buried deep inside him. He kissed Stiles deeply as he sensed his own release coming.
Stiles was moving on him, grinding on him with his eyes closed, lips parted and occasionally wetting them with his tongue. He looked like a god, his whole body flushed a deeper shade as he whispers "fuck, right there." Derek moved with him then, his free hand settling on his waist and grinding upwards to meet Stiles' downward movements. Stiles froze atop him, his hand the only thing moving at an insane pace on his cock, which looked purple with arousal and Derek watched transfixed as rope after rope of cum shot out of Stiles' cock to hit the boy on his chest.
Stiles had arched his back off of Derek's stomach and threw his head back onto his shoulder and Derek grabbed him in his chest region, intoxicated by the smell of cum in the air and thrust up into him feeling Stiles' lower abdominal muscles contract on his dick. He groaned into Stiles' neck, pulling back only when he felt his fangs shooting out. When he came, he pushed Stiles forcefully onto his stomach and rammed into him, shooting his load into the pliant boy and collapsed onto his back.
"Good boy." Stiles mumbles tiredly and Derek smiled to himself, the implications of what he had just done hitting him slowly. Thankfully, Stiles' breaths evened out and soon, he was fast asleep.
Derek pulled back eventually and fell onto his side beside the boy, feeling dazed. He had the thought to get the boy off the floor before he caught a cold spell and stood up, lifting Stiles' sleeping form into his arms and headed to his bedroom.
Stiles whimpered in his sleep and shifted in Derek's arms, the wolf making shushing sounds till he calmed down and placed him gently on the bed, pulling the covers over him.
Stiles woke up a few hours later, with hardly any memory of anything except that his orifice felt sore as fuck... talk of fuck... He bolted up in bed. The loft. Derek's bedroom. Derek's bed. Naked. It was his first time in the room and he didn't even have time to look as he jumped out of bed, his finger touching his asshole.. His lose and painful hole, dear Lord! He looked to the side and found his clothes, looking clean and hanged on the door of Derek's closet and pulled them off the hanger, dressing up quickly just in case the wolf was waiting for him.
When he was done dressing and on his way to talk to Derek about what happened, he paused, hand on the doorknob as realization hit him. He could bet his life that Derek Hale hadn't taken advantage of him. That only leaves one logical explanation. And another one that's not so logical. He had come onto Derek. Seduced the wolf... Teased him and raped him? He makes a face. Either that or he was gang raped by a group of big dick-ed men. In any case, he'd prefer the second option. He slumped his head against the door, embarrassment coursing through his body before he jerked up. "No... No no I can't take all the fall for this. He's a wolf. Stronger. He could have easily knocked him out.. Or pushed him out or anything at all, if he didn't want to.
Which means Derek Hale wanted him. Or at least wanted him a few hours ago, enough to fuck him sore.
Well he stopped hoping for this day.
He stepped out of the room a little more confidently, calling for the wolf. "Derek? Derek! Hey you in here?" nothing. But the lights were on. Which meant it was dark outside. He resolved to wait for the wolf to come back, realizing they needed to talk. And he waited. Close to three hours and there was still no sign of the wolf. As if on cue, his phone beeped and he looked at the screen to see a message from Scott.
Scott (21:53): - Dude are you still drunk? -
Before he could answer, another one came through.
Scott (21:54): - fuck that; get your ass home right now i don't care if you're still drunk. Your dad is getting a search party out for you because I said i didn't know where you went. -
Scott (21:54): - Dafuq? But did you realize it's almost 10pm? -
Stiles (21:54): - dude i get it. I'll be home in a few. -
Scott (2r:54): - Naah wait for me. I'm coming to pick you up. -
Stiles was actually glad because that meant more time to wait for Derek but as he thought, the wolf made no appearance. If Scott noticed that he smelled like Derek, he didn't comment but rode straight home, making idle conversation on the way and rode back to his house.
Maybe it was a crazy thing to hope for, but he spent most of that night staring at his phone's screen expecting something...anything... From Derek. But nothing came.