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Derek had gone back to his usual aloof behavior which had pissed Stiles off. Stiles was down for some super steamy makeout sessions. He was totally down for any grinding, dry-humping, handjobs, or any blowjobs that Derek was willing to throw his way. But no, Mister grumpy-pants-no-hump-Hale had left him after kissing him senseless without a word. Bastard.
Stiles was laying on the floor of Derek's loft with a piece of licorice hanging out his mouth. He had gone through half a bag trying to find a way into Derek's pants. His prank had somehow gotten Derek into his bed so maybe if he just went with it? He could try and seduce him. Ha, Derek Hale wasn't seducible. He could just come out and say what he wanted. He snorted and choked on his licorice. He coughed and sputtered. Smooth, Stiles, Smooth.
"Gee Derek, I really enjoyed you sucking my face. Want to do it again sometime, anytime? And maybe you wouldn't mind rubbing groins. Sound good? Great! See you at 7!" Stiles muttered to himself. Yeah, that so was not happening.
"What the hell!?" Scott practically shouted from the door.
Stiles head tilted back and he saw, with wide eyes, his best friend looking mortified. Stiles attempted to roll onto his stomach and stand but he fumbled.
"Oh! Hey buddy... Licorice?" Stiles offered awkwardly.
"You want to tell me why you are talking about rubbing groins with Derek Hale!" Scott demanded.
"Whu.. I wasn't... what?" Stiles shoved a handful of licorice into his mouth and chewed viciously. "Ish reawy goo'. Shur you don' wa't shome?"
"Yes. Now put the damn candy down and talk to me."
Stiles sat on the couch and attempted to explain his problem to Scott who looked lost. Poor puppy. He explained his uncontrollable desire to touch every inch of Derek and how he was trying to figure out how to get Derek to fuck him. Scott had gotten pale. Stiles asked if he was okay.
"Yeah... I don't really mind us talking about this but this is Derek. Derek! It's just a bit strange."
Stiles sighed but asked what his friend what he thought he should do.
"I don't know. I'll call Danny!" Scott rushed out of the room but Stiles thought he heard him mumble something like 'You don't have to do anything. He already wants to jump your bones.'
Danny came by 10 minutes later with burgers and fries and Stiles almost kissed him. Scott must have told Danny to bring greasy food because typically Danny almost never let Stiles have it if it could be helped. They sat and explained the situation to the goalie.
"Tease him." Danny said with a shrug.
Stiles looked lost. His burger was hanging out of his mouth. Tease him?
"With what? A rare steak?" Stiles asked seriously.
"I guess a this point we could consider you a slab of meat." Scott said with a laugh.
"Me... ME! You want me to tease Derek Hale? How in the hell is that going to work?" Stiles shrieked.
It was hours later when Scott and Danny left. Stiles was exhausted but they had figured out a plan... Now he just had to put it into action.
Derek, please don't tear me apart and use my skin as newspaper to train the puppies with!
It is super short and I am sorry for that. The next chapter will be longer. I felt bad about not updating. Babies and other fanfictions keep a girl busy, ya know?
What's the plan?
Thanks for reading!