Erin: Well I've gotten more requests then I can count to write a second chapter. Who knew all I had to do was write shameless smut to get reviews? So here it is chapter two! I hope you all enjoy.

Disclaimer – I do not own Teen Wolf.


Chapter 2: Where They Ended Up

Stiles had barely put the jeep in park before Derek was out of the car. Stiles instinct had been to scramble after him but at least some part of his brain was still working enough to point out Derek probably didn't have lube. Reaching over into the glove compartment he silently thanked whatever God there was that he actually kept a bottle in his jeep even though for the life of him he couldn't remember why. It's not like he had a sex life.

Stiles was then yanked out of the jeep before being shoved against the door Derek grinding against him. Derek was already hard again. Magic bullets better than Viagra. Stiles moaned bucking his hips up into him his hands gripping Derek's shirt to pull him closer. He growled eyes darkened closing the distance capturing Stiles lips. He was kissing Derek. He was kissing Derek. And it was fucking awesome. Better than any fantasy Stiles could think of.

Derek nipped at his lip causing Stiles to groan. He took the opportunity to shove his tongue roughly inside dragging it across Stiles own. Stiles suck eagerly his hands sliding up around his neck to tug him closer so that they were pressed from chest to groin against one another. The kiss was hot and needy which Stiles was sure had everything to do with the fact Derek was horny and hard against him.

Stiles rolled his hips causing Derek to gasp and then whine desperately. Derek whined because of him. If Stiles wasn't already hard that would have done it. He thrust forward fingers now in his hair kissing him deeply, passionately. Derek dragged his lips across his and then down Stiles neck running his teeth over his skin.

He was surprised when Derek yanked away only to have his silent question answered when Derek ground out, "Inside now."

Derek took his hand almost dragging them in and Stiles was sure it was taking everything in his power not to just grab him and carry him. Once the door was closed however Derek was on him in a second yanking at his shirt almost literally tearing it from his body. He didn't have a chance to be self conscious. (Not that he was but being naked in the locker room and naked because you're about to have hot werewolf sex are two completely different things.) Derek was suddenly shirtless kissing down his chest, his abs, to the edge of his jeans.

Stiles moaned arching forward eyes shutting for a second before he forced them back opened. He wasn't going to miss a second of this. Derek tugged down his jeans, his boxers, and had swallowed him before Stiles could even blink.

"God! Derek!" Stiles jerked forward before he could stop himself but Derek didn't seemed fazed in the slightest. Did he have no gag reflex?

Derek laid his hand flat on Stiles abdomen holding him steady. His cheeks hallowed as he sucked working his tongue as he did so. The sight of Derek on his knees bobbing his head as he dragged his mouth over him was almost enough to make him come if not for the conscious effort not to. Derek seemed to sense this as he gave one more suck running his tongue along the underside of his cock as he let him fall from his mouth.

Derek was back on his feet lifting Stiles off the ground. He instinctually wrapped his legs around him gripping his shoulders. His dick was pinned between his body and Derek's chest. His spit acting as a makeshift lube so that every time he moved Stiles cock slid between them.

Derek began to carry him into the bedroom. Later Stiles was going to point out what a great idea it was that Derek had moved into a real apartment or loft or whatever.

"Wait! The lube!" Stiles suddenly remembered.

Derek managed to bend down and snatch up the bottle while holding onto Stiles with ease. Who knew werewolf strength could come in handy in so many different ways?

Once in the bedroom Derek dropped Stiles on the bed causing him to yelp in surprise. Dropping his pants Stiles stared wide eyed and suddenly all sounds died in his throat. Derek loomed over him kneeling on the bed and crawling over him. Stiles felt like his heart was going to explode out of his chest. Whether from nerves or excitement he wasn't sure.

He had been expecting Derek to take him hard and fast like everything else so far but he was surprised when Derek leaned down and nuzzled, yes nuzzled, his neck. Stiles felt himself instantly relax wrapping his arms around the Alpha enveloping him in a hug. It was actually a pretty normal thing except for the whole naked part. But it was nice, comforting.

Derek began planting soft fleeting kisses across his shoulder moving up before landing a kiss on his lips. It was gentle and long, like they had all the time in the world. Derek trailing his tongue over Stiles lips testing the waters. It was more intimate than anything they had done so far and Stiles has already given him a blowjob.

Derek moved his hips slow their errections sliding together causing them to moan. They didn't break the kiss and they didn't speed up. Each thrust was deliberate and lazy. Derek's hand slid up and down just feeling him before gradually drifting down to his thigh lifting it so Stiles leg hook around his hip giving them a better angle.

The sensation forced them to break apart just so they could breathe. They didn't separate far, foreheads pressed together. Derek placed one last kiss on his lips before shifting away to grab the lube he had tossed earlier. Trailing down Derek sucked lightly tracing his tongue over his skin as he went stopping on his nipple forcing a strangled moan from Stiles throat.

The pleasure was so blindingly distracting that Stiles didn't hear the snap of the bottle being opened or Derek generously coating his fingers. Not until he felt the tip of his finger tracing around the edges. The sensation so surprising it caused him to squeal. In distraction Derek bit down on the hardened nipple before soothing it with his tongue.

Being fingered is not a foreign concept to Stiles. When he realized he was Bi he started watching gay porn and then moved up to experimentation but again like the handjob he had received in his jeep it was nothing compared to the sensation of another doing it. The way Derek didn't push in but around the edges with just enough pressure to loosen up his muscles and allow him to relax so that his finger slid inside swallowed up.

His finger was inside him to the first knuckle. Derek didn't push instead pulling in and out until the entire finger was gone inside of him. The sensation was incredible. The slight burn along with growing pleasure, it was all contradictory. And Derek the entire time running his teeth, his tongue, even kissing each of Stiles' muscles and by the time he had reached Stiles' pelvis he was had begun scissoring his fingers stretching him.

Marking Stiles skin Derek hovered over Stiles' cock his gaze flickering up to him. Stiles wanted to keep his eyes opened. He wanted to watch the way Derek took so much care in preparing him and yet his patience strained as he couldn't stop touching his skin, kissing every inch he could, marking him in spots no one would see and yet Derek would know they where there. His eyes wouldn't obey him as they fluttered closed when Derek pressed a kiss to his head. Stiles couldn't have stopped his hips from jerking up even if he was completely in his head. And the curse that fell from his lips as Derek ran his tongue underneath his entire length was uncontrollable.

Derek coated Stiles balls before sucking while simultaneously sliding in a third finger. Stiles could barely take the pleasure especially not when Derek crook up his fingers finding exactly what he was looking for.

"Oh God. Oh God. Derek," he moaned out. "I can't. I can't. Please please please!"

Derek sat up getting causing Stiles to whine. He didn't say anything as he slathered his length his eyes never leaving Stiles' face. Lining himself up his tip pressing at Stiles entrance.

"Stiles," he spoke for the first time since the jeep. "Look at me."

Stiles forced his open gazing up at him. His pupils were blown, lips parted swollen red panting, and Derek groaned at the sight pushing inside. He was slow like he had been in all of his other movements letting Stiles open up for him taking him in and when he finally bottomed out he stopped his movements all together instead choosing to lean down kissing those perfect lips like that's all they were doing just kissing, like he wasn't inside him.

Stiles wrapped his arms around Derek bringing him closer. He could spend the rest of his life kissing Derek. It was so far his favorite thing. He locked his ankles around Derek holding him in place. The burning died away and all that was left was this need. Stiles shifted his hips encouraging Derek to move.

Derek did. Each thrust was slow and deep and deliberate. And despite what Derek had said earlier about fucking him into the mattress he chose not to. This was all much more intimate. Derek kept his gaze focused on Stiles who could do nothing else but return it. He found he couldn't look away. He didn't want to look away.

He watched as Derek began falling apart. His deep powerful thrusts becoming less precise as he tried to stay in control but found that he couldn't for much longer. The sounds he was making it added to everything. Stiles knowing that he was the cause of the moans, the groans, and the gasps. Derek's eyes closing against his will as the pleasure mounted.

Derek reached out taking Stiles' hand locking it over his head intertwining their fingers. He buried his face into his neck and Stiles knew how close he was. He wanted to watch him fall apart. He wanted to see him come like he hadn't been able to before. He squeezed his muscles around Derek's member.

"Stiles!" he choked out almost coming on the spot.

He adjusted his angle causing a jolt of pleasure to surge through Stiles. Derek hit his prostate again needed to make him some knowing he wouldn't last more than a few more thrusts. Each one hitting causing Stiles to moan loudly. Derek reached between them barely touching him before Stiles was coming all over his chest.

Derek let go thrusting once, twice more before releasing into him. He almost collapsed onto of Stiles managed to keeping himself up just barely. He couldn't move but Stiles didn't mind instead yanking him down so his weight was fully on the younger male. Derek made a face of disgust as the cum squished between them but managing to settle down enjoying the way Stiles has his body wrapped around him.

It wasn't until they had begun to relax hearts beating normally did Derek shift off him rolling over practically falling onto the bed. He managed to reach over grabbing the box of tissues to clean themselves up with. They tossed the used one onto the floor not even bothering to worry about getting a trashcan.

"So," Stiles broke the silence eyes trails over his body noticing how Derek's was already getting hard again. God damn Viagra bullet. He leaned over wrapping his hand around Derek's length stroking once. "I take it the your still effected?" Derek moaned but nodded arching up. "Do you want to go again?"

Derek didn't answer instead flipping them over and pinning Stiles into the mattress.


Erin: What did you all think? Hot enough for you?