"What?" Derek demanded, breathing heavy. There were red spots on his cheeks and a single drip of sweat trailed its way down the side of his face. "What's wrong?"
Stiles leaned back, eyes wide. "Nothing. Nothing is wrong. At all. I'm just- wow, okay. How do you even walk with that thing between your legs?"
"Shut up." Derek growled. He leaned forwards and nipped at Stiles' bottom lip with his teeth and Stiles let out an involuntary moan.
When Derek ground his hips against Stiles to get some sort of friction against his hard on, Stiles pushed him back, a wicked grin on his face. Slowly, Stiles ran a hand from just above Derek's knee cap to the inside of his thigh. He dug his nails into the sensitive flesh there and Derek's head tipped back, lips parted.
After what felt like an eternity to Derek, Stiles finally wrapped one calloused fingered hand around his cock. His hand was warm and rough as it slid up the base to the tip at a frustratingly slow pace.
Derek bucked his hips forward, trying to speed him up, but Stiles let go immediately. "Are you going to behave?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.
Derek growled something menacing under his breath and then nodded, rather reluctantly. Stiles returned his hand to his cock and resumed his slow pace. When Derek looked about ready to burst from frustration he picked up speed, just enough to be noticeable.
Derek groaned in relief and Stiles smiled, enjoying the fact that he was able to pull that kind of sound out of Derek. Actually, he wanted to see just how much noise he could get Derek to make.
With that in mind, Stiles worked his way faster, up and down Derek's cock at a quick rate adding the occasional twist to spice it up. In no time Derek was leaning back, laying down against the seat and Stiles was leaning over him. He was writhing underneath him, but he wasn't making much noise. Just the occasional grunt mingled in with his heavy breathing.
"Don't move." Stiles ordered. He shifted his body so he was laying between Derek's legs. He kept using his hand to work Derek but he bent his head down and ever so gently licked the tip of Derek's manhood.
A low, animalistic moan slipped out of Derek's parted lips. Stiles had to wonder for a second if it was possible to reach climax just by getting someone else off when a loud cry reverberated through the jeep.
"What was that?" Stiles asked, looking up at Derek.
"Nothing. Ignore it." He said, arching his back and urging Stiles to continue.
He did, his mouth slowly enveloping the tip of Derek's cock before another cry ripped through the air.
Derek groaned loudly, his eyes flashing red as he looked down at Stiles. "Wait here." He said, somehow managing to pull his boxers and pants on in the small space of the jeep.
"Wait! What the hell is going on?" Stiles grabbed Derek's arm, stopping him from leaving without an explanation.
"It was Erica." He said, his voice low as he stared out the front window of the jeep, trying to see something in the distant. "Something is wrong."
Derek pulled the keys out of Stiles ignition and pocketed them. "Stay here until I'm back."
"Yeah, I'll just sit here." Stiles murmured. He pulled his pants back up, struggling to do them up over the bulge of his hard on. "Great."
Stiles tapped his fingers impatiently on the dash of his jeep as he watched Derek disappear into the night. When he was finally gone it hit him what just happened.
He's almost hooked up with Derek. They'd certainly gotten pretty far.
With Derek.
He'd never really admitted to himself that he might actually like Derek. Sure he found him attractive, look at the guy. That was kind of a given. And he's always considered how hooking up with Derek would go, but he'd never expected it to happen. Nor did he expect to enjoy it so much, the way that Derek's body reacted to him, the way he could make him moan by doing nothing but simply run his tongue along the head of his dick.
Even just looking back on it made his cock ache in his pants and he sighed loudly. Why did they have to get interrupted?
The alcohol was slowly starting to wear off and he started to get irritated, sitting there alone in the middle of an unknown street while Derek was running off god knows where to save Erica.
And that's when he realized he was jealous. He was jealous of Erica, for pulling Derek away from him. Which was completely ridiculous because she could be hurt or in danger and he was being so petty as to actually feel jealous about the whole thing.
"What are you doing to me?" Stiles wondered aloud but he knew Derek couldn't hear him or answer.
Out of nowhere something slammed into the side of the jeep, causing it to rock just a bit to the left. Stiles jumped and reached under the seat, grabbing the knife that he kept under there just in case anything like this happened.
Then the back door to his keep opened and a body flew into the seat. The door slammed closed and Stiles looked back to see Erica, blood oozing from some unseen cut, passed out on the back seat. Within seconds Derek was sliding into the passenger seat and thrusting the keys into Stiles palm.
"Drive." He said urgently and Stiles just stared at him for a moment. "Now!"
Stiles fumbled trying to get the keys in the ignition and Derek grabbed his hand, his own steady and guiding Stiles' easily and the key slipped into the hole and he turned it, pressing a foot down on the gas right away.
They sped out of the neighbourhood, tires squealing on asphalt. Stiles heart was pounding in his chest for what had to be the tenth time that night, only now it was for a different reason.
"What is going on?"
Derek ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know. She was nearly unconscious when I found her. All she said was that Boyd was with her, and I couldn't find him. I didn't have enough time if I wanted to get her to Deaton before she dies."
"But what the hell did that to her?"
Derek shook his head slowly. "They used weapons. Hunters weapons. Arrows, wolfsbane laced bullets. But the only scent I could pick up in the woods belonged to… werewolves."
So there is going to be some plot to this fic. It will probably only be about ten chapters long at the most, and I promise to you that it will be laced with a bunch of smut, so please bare with me through the parts that actually have plot. :P