Pack nights had become a thing.

After the Kanima business, they'd gotten their shit together and finally started acting like a pack, realising it was better to stand together than be fighting each other all the time.

Pack nights has been Stiles's idea. At first it was awful. The pack reluctantly got together, glaring at each other and not interacting outside their little mini groups until Lydia had snapped "for Christ's sake," and stalked to Erica to talk about make up. After that, things got better. Apologies were made, some tears were shed as well as blood but in the end, they came together.

Currently, the pack were together watching a movie. Scott and Allison were cuddled up on a love seat with Isaac at their feet. Jackson and Boyd, who had struck up an unlikely friendship were sitting on couch, their significant others on their laps. Lydia and Erica weren't really paying attention to the movie, instead they were plotting world domination or whatever it is that they did.

Stiles was bored.

It was Scott's turn to pick the movie this week and Stiles had already seen it. He was being spooned by Derek on the other couch. Their relationship had been a surprise to everyone, except for Scott who claimed he saw it coming. ("I'm your best friend Stiles, I know when you like someone.") Somewhere along the way Stiles' hate bonersfor Derek became regular boners.

But it wasn't until he caught Derek sleeping, face soft and relaxed, fingers closed tight around the stuffed wolf toy Stiles had gotten him as a gag gift did he think fuck, Derek might want me too. So when Derek woke up a few minutes later, Stiles threw himself face first onto him, kissing his open mouth.

Skip a few months and they were still together, Stiles trying to work up the courage to say the L word.

Stiles shook his head to clear the thoughts away. He'd think of that later. Right now, he was bored and wanted to play. Wiggling in Derek's arms, he turned around so he can face Derek. His face face was level with Derek's chest, hand resting lightly on Derek's thigh and if he just shifted up a bit- there he could easily whisper to Derek in this position.

"Derek," Stiles murmered, voice barely audible, in Derek's ear, "I really want you to fuck me." Derek jolted, looking down at Stiles in shock before schooling his features and lifting his gaze back to the movie.

Inwardly, Stiles chuckled. Keeping his voice low, Stiles continued, "I got myself off this morning thinking about it. How you'd feel filling me up. I imagined you bending me over the bed, the couch, taking me whenever you wanted."

Shifting forward a little, Stiles could feel Derek's cock, covered in sweatpants, half-hard against his stomach. His own dick was getting interested, heat pooling in his groin. But Derek was still pretending to watch the movie, only his head that was tilted towards Stiles gave away that he was listening.

"Or I could ride you. Ride you hard and fast. No, you'd like it slow, wouldn't you? To draw it out, tease you until you're begging me to go faster, let you come inside me and plug me up so everyone can smell that I'm yours." Derek emitted a low groan at that, just as something blew up on screen, covering the noise.

Stiles grabbed Derek's hand, moving it to his crotch. "I'm so hard for you. Can you feel how hard I am?" Derek's hand squeezed and Stiles' hips bucked forward instinctivley as he moaned quietly.

Time to up the game, Stiles thought. "We could do it right here, in front of everyobe. They'd watch you fuck me but they wouldn't be allowed to touch. You'd mark me up, make me scream, knowing no one makes me feel like you so. How to fuck me so good I come untouched."

A loud moan came from Stiles' left that definitely wasn't Derek. Lifting his head, he caught Isaac blushing and looking mortified. A quick glance around showed none the pack watching the movie. Instead, they were looking at Stiles and Derek, looking embarrassed but a whole lot turned on.

"Uhh..."