Chapter 4 – Knife Party
Disclaimers: I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF, nor do I receive any monetary recompense for my writing. I just write for enjoyment. Rated M for a reason. Special thanks goes out to my beta SweetEnigma!
They headed back to the cottage; or in Scott's case 'limped'. Of course Stiles made fun of his friend, and of course it earned him a smack or two in the back of the head. Derek started on supper while Scott and Stiles sat in the living room together, finally getting the chance to talk 'alone', even though Scott knew that Derek could easily listen in on their conversation.
"So, um, do you like guys now or what?" Scott had mustered up the nerve to speak first.
"I… I guess maybe, I still prefer girls but from what I remember of last night I was having a pretty fucking wonderful time..." Stiles responded.
"Well, for all that its worth, I don't think anybody could witness what I witnessed and not get obscenely turned on. I'm completely in love with Allison, but I was drunk as hell and man… That guy has a mouth on him."
"Tell me about it," Stiles laughed.
"I guess it's good for more than just grumbling!" Scott added, coaxing a laugh from Stiles that sounded similar to a 13 year old girl.
"SUPPER," Derek's voice boomed from the kitchen and the boys shuffled out to chow down.
"I was talking to Allison this morning, I forgot to tell you. She said Lydia was recovering fine, but she just went missing from the hospital last night. They've got half the town out looking for her; Allison said she will keep me posted..." Scott said solemnly,
"That's good, I guess. I hope she's alright. I'm sure Jackson will take good care of her," Stiles glanced at Derek as he spoke. He was still worried, but slowly becoming indifferent toward the situation with Lydia. He still cared about her but he was growing tired of obsessing over something he knew he couldn't have. Derek had been right; this trip was the distraction he needed to get his mind off of things back in Beacon Hills.
While the boys were eating and chatting about the day, Stiles got a terrible idea. He excused himself to his room for a minute but instead stopped in the living room, eyeing the whiskey that was still sitting on the coffee table. He wasn't sure if he wanted actual 'sex' from Derek, but he would like whatever had happened to happen again… He was just far too nervous to initiate anything. They were going down to the beach soon, it was getting dark, and ah, fuck, these were all the wrong reasons for consuming alcohol. 'Oh well,' he thought, 'bottoms up, liquid courage!' He silently screwed off the top and took four gigantic gulps. His eyes grew wide as he quickly put the cover back on and sat the bottle down, falling against the wall comically and trying not to vomit.
The boys heard a bit of a ruckus from the kitchen, still seated at their dinners. Scott looked at Derek, "The hell is he doing back there?!" and they both chuckled.
"I'm gonna go yell at him," Derek smiled, before wandering deeper into the cottage. Derek knew Stiles was up to something, he just didn't know what. "Come on Stiles, we're going down to the beach." Stiles walked out of his room, cheeks flushed. Before asking what he had been doing in there, Derek smelled the alcohol. 'What the hell is he drinking for?' He thought to himself. Why would he knowingly drink liquor that had been laced?
Stiles pretended that nothing was going on, putting fourth quite the effort to walk straight and speak properly in hopes that Derek wouldn't notice.
'What a doofus, he thinks he can deceive me.' Derek internally laughed, and followed Stiles outside, brushing against him when he went to close the door behind them. They walked down toward the beach, the skies a beautiful array of colors as the sun was slowly going down…
"So, what's in store for tomorrow?" Scott asked, wincing.
"We're probably going to work on some transformation techniques, some deep breathing and stuff..." Scott breathed a sigh of relief and Derek continued, "And of course we'll go for a nice long run first thing in the morning!"
"Guuuh my dreams are crushed," Scott wailed. He noticed Stiles was being oddly silent, he was just sitting on the sand staring at the sunset looking super dopey. 'Wait a second…'
"Okay, let's see if this water is as cool as I remember." Derek interrupted his thoughts, and Scott whirled around just in time to see Derek slipping off his jeans.
"DUDE, YOU'RE NAKED!" Scott turned away, a little bit disgruntled. Stiles turned his attention to Derek just in time to see him slipping into the water, his manhood already concealed.
"Oh my god, this is awesome.." Derek crooned, "Scott… Get over it. We're werewolves, we're going to see each other naked from time to time. There's nobody else around for MILES."
Scott looked around hesitantly before taking off his jeans, keeping his briefs on when he entered the water. "Holy shit, this is freezing!" He complained aloud, unsure of how Derek was handling the frigid water.
"Yeah, it cools off at night, but it's really refreshing once you adjust… Stiles, are you joining us?" Derek called.
Stiles was zoning out badly. He had easily consumed more in just a few minutes back at the cottage than he had over the run of the entire night before. Once he had recovered from that first swig he had gone back for another series of gulps, assuming he needed more because it hadn't hit him yet. Boy, did he not know his own limits.
He was sitting in the cool, damp sand now, rubbing at it with his fingers. At the sound of Derek's voice he snapped back to reality. 'What in the hell am I doing?' He thought. 'I don't want some sort of crazy, warped relationship with Derek freaking Hale?! But he's so hot!' He stood after that internal battle, stumbling toward the dark ocean.
"Uhh Stiles, aren't you gonna take your jeans off first?" Scott asked, sounding worried.
"Yeaaaah, just give me a few seconds here..." He plopped his butt back down on the sand, ripping his shoes and socks off before standing up and unbuttoning his jeans. He smiled when he noticed the adorable expression Derek had on his face. He looked anxious and confused at the same time… Stiles waded into the water, whining about the temperature, but his body adjusted quickly since he was so heated from the alcohol.
They swam around for a bit, playfully splashing each other and reveling in the calm night, the moonlight now illuminating the water.
Stiles was feeling rather inebriated… And hot. He was also starting to feel a little bit drowsy... 'Holy fuck, look at that body, I want nothing more than to tackle that man to the ground and eat him alive… He thinks he's such a big, bad, ferocious wolf but I'll show him… But I'm so tired… Maybe we can go back… Get into bed… Yeah…' He began slipping under the water slowly, going unconscious.
Derek noticed his change in heart-rate immediately and grabbed the boy under his arms, dragging him in to the shore.
Stiles snapped out of it halfway in, digging his feet into the wet sand so that Derek was caught off guard and fell backward into the shallow water. He turned on Derek, his eyes lustful and glazed, before leaning forward to crash their lips together.
The 'big bad wolf' was confused at first, but then realized what was going on. He kissed Stiles back, dipping his tongue into the teen's mouth, making him moan aloud and grind his already hard dick into Derek's thigh. 'Alcohol turns him into an expert kisser, apparently… Unless he's this good when he's sober, how would I know?' Derek groaned in response at the sensation, feeling heat rise up in his lower stomach, causing something else to rise up with it. "You didn't have to drink, Stiles. I enjoy pleasing you..." Derek whispered, lightly grazing his teeth on Stiles' neck.
Stiles shivered at the sensation. He snaked his hand around the back of Derek's head and hauled him toward his lips again, devouring the older boy's mouth hungrily. Derek growled suddenly, flipping Stiles over in the water so that he was now on top, facing him. Stiles wrapped his legs around Derek's waist, pulling him in close, threading his hands through Derek's hair as they kissed deeply. His movement caused their erections to knock against each other, and they both gasped.
"Stiles, what do you want from me?!" The wolf hissed,
"I don't know… Everything. Anything. This feels so fucking good," the drunk teen moaned again, as a very warm part of Derek brushed up against his lower stomach.
Derek was confused, and lost in his lust. The night before Stiles had specified that he didn't want sex, so what did this mean? He clearly wanted something more. 'This feels so good… Too good…' "The full moon is in two days," he breathed out, grinding his hips into Stiles' as his eyes flashed red. "I don't want to hurt you, I might lose control." He slid down the boys' body, roughly heaving his boxers off under the water and pushing him up the beach a little more so he was protruding, before taking him into his mouth.
"Ahhhh fuckk," Stiles leaned back, gripping the wet sand with both hands.
Scott was still chest-deep, and he was touching himself again, mostly for lack of anything better to do while his friend and alpha made out enthusiastically at the edge of the water. 'I wonder what has gotten into Stiles, he sure is acting ridiculously…' He thought. Maybe he had finally gotten over Lydia, but DEREK? That wasn't exactly a healthy obsession, either. 'Well,' he laughed to himself, 'at least Stiles is getting some from Derek.' The guy was having more encounters these last few days than he had had in his lifetime. He missed Allison, he ached for Allison. The gasps on the shore brought him back to where he was. He waded in a bit closer, slipping silently through the water.
Derek desperately wanted to fuck Stiles senseless… He needed to. It had been so long since he had buried himself someplace hot and tight, and it was just so damned innocent and sexy the way he was leaning back into the sand, lost in pleasure. Derek ran his hands down Stiles' chest softly, his claws elongating, and he gently scraped the boy's lower abs, playing with the fine line of hair… Stiles whimpered, raising himself up higher on his elbows, looking down at Derek with his wide, radiant brown eyes.
He looked perplexed for a moment, before his eyelids grew heavy, and with a lust-fueled voice he whispered, "Fuck me."
Derek had heard exactly what he said, but he had to ask to make sure, "What did you just say!?"
Stiles rasped out a reply, raising his voice gradually as he spoke, "I said, fuck me... Fuck me, Derek. F-U-C-K M-E. Make it so that I can't walk tomorrow, don't hold anything back, just FUCKING DO IT ALREADY."
Derek didn't have to be told again, he grabbed Stiles by the hips, claws digging into his flesh and drawing blood, and spun the younger teen around so that his face was almost in the sand. He nipped at the boy's exposed ass, the perfect pale skin being lit up by the light of the moon.
Stiles cried out, leaning his hips back, desperately grabbing at the wet shore beneath him which felt so cold compared to the heat of the Alpha behind him. He was freaking out internally, as usual. 'Yes, I want Derek to fuck me more than anything, no I did not mean to say it so damned enthusiastically that I may have implied that I would like to be ripped to shreds by a horned up werewolf. Oops, my bad.' The alcohol mix was making everything around him disappear now, all he could feel was Derek pressed up against his entrance, ready to impale him.
He didn't wait to see if Stiles was ready, he didn't particularly care that that moment. Just as his vision was clouding and his teeth lengthened, just as he was about to plunge furiously into the boy right up to the hilt - a terrifying scream cut through the peaceful night air…
Song credit: Deftones – Knife Party
"Go get your knife, go get your knife (and come in), go get your knife, go get your knife (and lay down), go get your knife, go get your knife (get filthy), go get your knife, go get your knife (and kiss me)…"