The night sky became his main focal point as they swayed back and forth. Stiles let his body movements follow Derek's. They stayed like that, swaying back and forth to the beautiful piano piece for a couple of minutes until Derek finally let go of Stiles and grabbed his shoulders. "I still wanna kiss you." The words were barely audible and Stiles caught himself holding his breath. The look in Derek's eyes made it so hard to say no. He wanted to know what those lips felt like and wanted to know how they would taste. Would it be bitter from all the smoking Derek had just done? He had to know. So Stiles gave in. He nodded and closed his eyes. Derek leaned in close and the second their lips touched, Stiles felt butterflies in his stomach. The kiss was deep. Even though Derek tried to get his tongue past Stiles' lips, Stiles kept it from going further. He knows it would all be over if he continued to give in. Derek's lips tasted like strawberries on a hot summer day. The heat between them soon became too much for Stiles as he leaned into Derek desperate for friction. Arms came up and enveloped Stiles pulling him close. They stayed like that, lips pressed against each other with Derek's arms wrapped around Stiles.

"Wait." Stiles managed to say after he wrangled his way out from Derek's hold. "I don't want to take advantage of you. I can't do that to you." Stiles meant it. This guy was drunk and he knew deep down Derek would never approach him sober. This was bad for his self-esteem but he couldn't fight it. Derek looked into Stiles' eyes and it made Stiles weak in the knees. "What?" he asked as he took a step back.

Derek took a step forward closing the gap between them and once again his arms found their way to Stiles' waist. "You're not taking advantage of me." he said softly. "I want to kiss you." the words were barely out of his mouth before his face came right up to Stiles'. Their noses touched and Stiles closed his eyes. Slowly Derek rubbed his nose back and forth against Stiles'. The Eskimo kisses started slow and calculated. Stiles held his breath. God he wanted more. Derek's arms were strong and his hands were firmly planted on Stiles' waist. He pulled Stiles into him and they kissed again. Game over Stiles thought. He has to stop this somehow. He can't give in. Not here out in the open under a beautiful night sky with soft music in the background.

"Derek." Stiles tried as soon as their lips separated. It was too late though. Derek wasn't going to let go of him now. Stiles gave in; fighting back was useless especially because he didn't even want to. He let Derek pull him onto the ground, landing right on top of Derek with their lips still attached. Stiles began to moan against Derek and all of a sudden the cool night didn't seem so cool. Stiles was burning up; his body taking over for his mind. His hips grinding deeply into Derek's eliciting a moan from the straight frat guy. A hardness was pressed against Stiles and in that moment Stiles rolled off. He sat up and looked into the night sky searching for what to say and do. Derek sat up and looked at him.

"Did I do it wrong?" he was so sincere. His sweet eyes making so hard to say anything remotely negative.

"No. You're doing everything right." It was all he could say to Derek. It felt too good and Stiles really wanted more but he forced himself to distance himself from Derek. There was no way it would end at grinding. It didn't last though as Derek moved in closer to Stiles and took his face in his hands. "What?" Stiles asked shyly.

"You're perfect, you know that?" There it was again. That twinkle in Derek's eyes making it so hard to look away. Just a few more seconds and Stiles could be talked into anything just to feel those lips again. Better yet he wanted to feel all of Derek. He wondered if Derek would be a gentle lover or a powerful one. Would there be moaning and screaming or just grunts and soft moans?

"I'm not."

"No you really are. I would know, I'm kinda perfect." Stiles chuckled at that and pushed Derek. They laughed together and Derek stared at Stiles with a very intense look. "My dad doesn't think I am, but I don't care about his opinion anymore." The confession was sudden but Stiles liked it. He reached his hand out and placed it on Derek's back.

"That's rough."

"Nahh it's no big deal. He's a hunter so nothing is good enough for him. Whatever." there was a bit of hurt in his voice. Stiles softened his eyes and looked at Derek. "I even went on a trip with him to bond. I actually thought that if we hunted deer or something together, he'd realize I'm not some disappointment. It didn't work. He told me I was doing everything wrong no matter how I did it. The guy was rough on me." there was a pause before Derek looked at Stiles. "Kiss me." he said. The request was simple. Stiles leaned in on the wet ground and let Derek wrap his arms around him. They stayed like that until Stiles felt his phone vibrate. Scott sent him a text asking if he was still coming back to the apartment. Stiles reminded him that he was offered Isaac's couch and he was going to take it. He then turned to Derek.

"So it looks like I have to get back. It's getting late and I'm staying at a friend's for the night."

"Mind if I join you?"

"Ummm let me ask him." What is happening? Should he even let Derek come with him? He knew they wouldn't get any sleep but he couldn't resist. After sending Isaac a quick text asking for permission to bring the stranger to his place, they got into Derek's car. Stiles guided Derek back to his apartment building and he warned him that Isaac might be asleep so be sure to keep quiet. They walked through the short hallway and Stiles opened the door as quietly as he could. Isaac was sitting up in his bed when they walked through. "Hey! Did you get my text?" Stiles asked carefully.

"Yeah I don't mind. Just make sure you sleep with your legs tucked in and the chair shouldn't be too uncomfortable Derek." Derek and Stiles exchanged a look.

"Umm this couch is actually pretty big. I think it can fit both of us if you wanna lay on the other end or something." Stiles offered knowing full well he would agree. Isaac however didn't seem to hear Stiles as he proceeded to take out some extra blankets and placed them on the armchair for Derek. He turned off the lights and left the two boys to get ready for bed. Derek began to strip to just his boxers and climbed right onto the couch signaling for Stiles to join him. Stiles cracked a smile as he took off his shoes and emptied his pockets before climbing into Derek's waiting arms.

At first they just laid there spooning but then Stiles got bold and began to move his ass ever so slightly against Derek. The action was met with a thrust to which Stiles continued grinding his ass into Derek. What started fairly light became very heavy. Derek's hands never let go of Stiles' and he had his lips pressed against Stiles' neck. Soft kisses followed by some harder ones which were sure to leave hickies made Stiles moan. He tried to keep it under his breath but Derek kept increasing the friction and the kisses making Stiles want to moan louder. "So is this the part where I stick my dick in your ass?" Derek asked not even trying to whisper. Stiles shushed him and turned his head back so Derek could hear him better.

"Dude, Isaac is RIGHT there! DO you want to get us in trouble?"

"Just answer my question."

"Normally yes but not tonight."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't fuck guys I just met." It was true. Stiles liked to think he was classier than that.

"Come on! I can be quiet." Derek begged.

"I can't." Stiles was telling the truth. He preferred to moan as loudly as he wanted and he didn't like having to keep it down. "Besides my track history shows that you won't be once I get started on you." a smirk made its way across Stiles' face and Derek kept grinding and kissing him as if it would change his decision.

"God I wanna feel your tight ass around my cock! I've never fucked a guy before let alone an ass. Come on! Give me something! Please?" Derek became whiny and Stiles really liked it. He couldn't help but reach his hand behind him and let it travel down to Derek's hard on. Derek let out a moan as soon as Stiles' hand touched the fabric of his boxers. "Yeah. Do it." the words of encouragement were all Stiles needed before he began rubbing it through the fabric. He felt it grow bigger and it made Stiles want to keep going. His fingers eventually found the slit in the boxers and went inside them. He was now holding Derek's cock in his hand and stroking it ever so slowly yet firmly. "Yeah that feels so good. Ugh!" Derek was losing control. Stiles knew what he was doing and decided to step it up one notch. He slowly lowered himself on the couch turning around to face Derek. The other boy looked at him with confusion and lust in his eyes before dropping his head back down as Stiles wrapped his warm mouth around what he was just stroking. "Fuck! You're good at this!" Derek all but screamed.

Stiles wrapped his tongue around Derek's cock as he bobbed his head up and down. For a while the only sounds to be heard were Derek's panting and moaning. Stiles kept the slurping sounds down to a minimum fearing Isaac would hear them and look over. Derek was in such a state of bliss that he was rarely able to keep his eyes open. His hands moved across his body and to Stiles' head where he would occasionally play with Stiles' hair. Stiles wrapped his right hand tightly around Derek's cock and kept the strokes firm in rhythm with his sucking. He would put all of Derek in his mouth moving his hand down as he did so until only his index finger and thumb formed a tight ring at the base. When he went back up, Stiles would have his tongue lick and wrap around Derek as much as possible moving his hand up from the base. It was a technique Stiles had perfected over the years; counter clockwise stroking as you bob your head in a clockwise motion. Guys LOVED it. Some would cum as quickly as two minutes into it; so far no one had been able to go past five minutes. Stiles could also slow down when he wanted. He knew how to delay an orgasm and essentially make the guy beg. That's exactly what he did to Derek.

Derek's moans and panting were like crack to Stiles. He wanted more; he needed more from Derek. So Stiles did what he does best, he continued stroking Derek but moved his head down to the low hanging balls that have been neglected this whole time. He started out by licking them, to which Derek responded favorably, and then took one in his mouth sucking on it. After about 30 seconds, Stiles would switch to the other ball and then when he felt like it, he would have both in his mouth. He could tell Derek had never experienced this before. Obviously the women he hooked up with or dated never did anything like this. A smirk crept across Stiles' face as he continued to stroke Derek and suck on his balls. When Derek couldn't take it anymore and begged Stiles to let him cum, Stiles moved back up and took Derek in his mouth again. He went back to his previous pattern of clockwise sucking and counter clockwise stroking until he could feel Derek was close. The second Stiles sensed it, he immediately took his hand off Derek's cock and placed both hands on the sexy guy's thighs. Stiles slid his mouth all the way down Derek's length. The second it reached the back of his throat, Derek came. Stiles swallowed the sweet liquid and continued sucking making sure he got every drop. When he was finished he got up and poured himself a glass of water, drank, then calmly walked back to the couch and slipped into Derek's arms. "That was amazing!" Derek breathed out before falling asleep.

"You're welcome." Stiles said before he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep in Derek's arms, a feeling he could really get used to.