I don't Own Teen Wolf.
A/N: Thank you to all those who read my story, I really appreciate the views and the comments! Hope you enjoy chapter 2.
The bright sun shinning through the bedroom window caused Stiles to stir awake in his computer chair. It took him a few groggy moments to piece together his surroundings. Turns out he had fallen asleep at his desk, gripping his cell phone. Looking down he realized that he must have passed out before sending the first message; as 'Hey, you awake?' still sat unsent on his cell phone screen. He deleted the message and sat the phone down harshly against the desk.
He groaned exasperatingly to himself as he realized that the previous night had been yet again another dream. 'But this one felt so freaking real!' He yelled to himself internally, momentarily confused as to whether he should be happy or disappointed at the revelation.
'I should have known it wasn't real' He continued to himself. 'Derek would NEVER just go along like that so easily.' His phone vibrated harshly against the wooden desk, startling the boy out of his thoughts. He picked up the phone to check the message, assuming that it was just Scott checking in.
From: Sourwolf
Of course I'm awake. Its 1:30 PM. I'm a Werewolf not a Vampire, Stiles.
'Shit!' Thought Stiles frantically, he must have accidentally sent the message instead of deleting it. Before he could think of something witty to reply back, and without being able to fully appreciate the fact that 'grumpy' Derek had made the resemblance of a joke, his phone buzzed again.
From: Sourwolf
Are you in trouble? Where's Scott?
The message angered Stiles irrationally as he still wasn't entirely awake from his eventful night.
To: Sourwolf
I don't need Scott to take care of me. If you haven't noticed, I usually save his stupid werewolf ass and yours for that matter.
His typed message came out harsher then intended. His frustration oozed as he waited for a reply.
From: Sourwolf
I'm not sure what the hell your problem is, but YOU texted ME, remember?
The young man read the message and could practically hear the Alpha growl with every word. Maybe it was the frustration of yet another dream of Derek, or maybe it was the fact that he hadn't taken his ADHD meds yet, but Stiles was feeling fearless.
To: Sourwolf
Forget it. I didn't mean to send it. Lovely conversations like this remind me how much better you are in my head.
Stiles hit send harder then needed, smudging the screen. Seconds after sending it did he realize that the 'Stupid freaking phone!' had autocorrected head to fantasies. "How is that even remotely the same thing? Fucking phone!" He yelled at the object as though he expected an apology.
It felt like seconds before his phone buzzed with the incoming message.
From: Sourwolf
Fantasies? What the fuck Stiles
Stiles felt frozen as he glanced at the new message. Now not only was he frustrated, he was embarrassed too. If he hand any reservations at all before, they was gone now.
To: Sourwolf
First of all my phone changed the word on me, so don't flatter yourself! And second of all, you'd be LUCKY to have me; I'd rock your fucking world.
Ok so he might be exaggerating a bit on that last part. He was still a virgin, unfortunately, but he had seen a lot of porn, so how hard could it be. Right?
From: Sourwolf
I find that hard to believe. Last I checked jerking off didn't make you an expert.
Stiles mouth gaped at the words. Fuck. You. He growled to himself. How did he know? The words only spurred him on further; this felt almost like a strange form of foreplay between to two. His body was hot and tingly as he typed out his next messages.
To: Sourwolf
Are you watching me through my window again you pervy old man.
From: Sourwolf
You wish. I bet that would turn you on, you're sick, you need medical help.
To: Sourwolf
Are you volunteering to be my naughty nurse? You're definitely the one with the problem.
From: Sourwolf
I'm not the one having fantasies.
To: Sourwolf
For the last time, they are not fantasies! They are dreams, I can't control that.
From: Sourwolf
Wait. Are you seriously having dreams about me?
Messages flew back and forth quickly as Stiles typed on instinct without really giving much thought to what he was saying.
To: Sourwolf
So what if I am Sourwolf, what are you going to do? Command me to stop dreaming?
Stiles sent the message and set the phone down, deciding that he should at least get his medicine and something to eat. After about 15 minutes of running around the house he finally made his way back to his room and reached for his phone. Nothing. No new messages. A small knot formed in the pit of his stomach as he tried his best to push away the thoughts of panic he started to have.
Fifteen more minutes passed without a single message. He typed and deleted a dozen messages to Derek before putting the phone in his pocket, hoping to forget about it.
A few hours passed and the sun had set. His dad had called to tell him not to wait up and his exasperation grew at the thought of yet another night alone.
He felt anxious about the conversation with Derek and did his best to distract himself to no avail. Grabbing a towel he made his way to the bathroom attached to his room. He stripped his clothes off and folded them into a pile on the closed toilet lid.
Before getting into the shower he stood momentarily in front of the mirror and took in his appearance. His eyes took in the sight of himself and he groaned at the bags forming under his brown eyes.
Running his hand through his messy dark hair, he turned to the tub and started up the water. He loved showers. The hot water hit his pale skin and he relaxed into the warmth, moaning at the sensation. He loved the feeling of it striking his chest and cascading down. He felt himself twitch and harden slightly from the sensation. He thought for a moment on whether to proceed or not before wrapping his smooth hand over his length. A soft groan escaped his parted lips as he gave into the feeling.
Even with all the dreams he had been having lately, he hadn't really taken the time to release any tension. He started to stroke himself gently as his cock hardened to its full length. He was pretty confident with himself actually; he was rather long and thick for such a lanky guy.
He closed his eyes as he started a gently rhythm with his hand, using the other to stroke his balls lightly every so often. His first instinct was to think of Lydia or other nameless girls from school, like he generally did. But after a few uninspired minutes of stroking he let his mind wonder.
His body was pushed against the cool tiles of the shower wall as a warm muscular body pressed itself against him. He moaned at the contact as he could feel every inch of the man against his skin. His hands shot out to wrap around the man's neck as he pulled him in for a passionate kiss. He felt his cock ach as their lips deepened the kiss. It was bruising lips, and warm wet tongues, as each fought for control.
Stiles' pulled back from the kiss, breathing heavily. The man wasted no time in kissing his way down his jaw line until he reached his neck. He halted there as he sucked gently on the pulse in Stiles' neck, making a deep purple mark and licking at the bruise. Stiles' hands got tangled in the mess of damp dark hair; he pulled gently on the man as though to bring him closer.
Once he had finished with his assault on Stiles' neck, he kissed his way lower, stopping at the hard nipples before him. His green eyes made contact with Stiles' brown eyes as his pink tongue darted out to circle the hard nub. The younger man hissed out in pleasure as his grip on the man's hair tightened. He alternated between sucking gently on the nipple and tracing his tongue around the skin for a few minutes before switching to the other side and doing the same treatment.
Stiles wanted desperately to touch the man more, to cause him the same kind of pleasure he was feeling. But when he saw the man get down on his knees and peer up at him mischievously inches away from his rock hard cock, all he could do was melt into the tile wall and enjoy.
His eyes closed tightly as he felt strong fingers tentatively stroke his cock. The man's hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, as he started to pump his hand gently up and down the length. The rhythm the man was setting mixed with the warm water of the shower was incredible and Stiles knew that he wouldn't last long. "Come for me Stiles" The man purred. Without warming the man took Stiles' cock deep into his mouth and that's all it took.
"Derek!" Stiles screamed out as he came hard, streams of cum spurting out, covering his hand and stomach. He couldn't ever remember coming like that before, it drained him of his energy and he was forced to lean against the tile until he had recovered.
After finishing up his shower he dried himself off and dressed himself. He put his wet towel in the hamper and made his way back to his room.
He froze as he walked through the threshold of his bedroom. Seated at his computer desk was non other then the main character of his shower fantasy.
"Derek?! What are you do-…I mean…how long have you been sitting there?" Stiles choked out his words as he felt his chest tighten and his cheeks burn red.
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