author's note: in honor of slash madness, which i hope sterek wins, i wrote this~! because my baby sourwolf needs to win every now and then. ;n;


Competition


"Ha!"

Sitting close on Stile's bed and staring at the television screen, Derek had leapt up and shoved a fist into the air, very nearly howling with laughter, so loud that the teen had to shush him and tug him back onto the bed, hoping he would calm himself. At the same time, he was also struggling between the joy at seeing his sourwolf so happy and the frustration that he had lost - again.

"Dude, you're gonna wake up my dad if you keep cheering like that. Seriously, it's just a game."

"That opinion was much different when we first started and you beat me," he pointed out, voice soaked in a smugness that was unfortunately attractive on him. Rolling his eyes, Stiles pushed his shoulder and started the next race, urging Princess Peach to hurry up; only to get hit by a turtle from Bowser, and wolfy chortles filled the air again.

Glaring over at him, Stiles bit his lip, eyes flicking from the werewolf to the screen, fingers drumming against the back of his controller as he considered his next plan of attack. As his eyes set just a few moments longer on Derek, the plan formulated and he lunged, tackling the older man onto the bed. Hands pressed into the comforter and lanky body over the muscular one of the shifter beneath, he gave a pleased grin.

"Guess no one wins this round, eh?"

Stiles' back hit the mattress with a soft thump, Derek's elbows against the bed so they were even closer to each other. "An Alpha always wins."


an; if you liked it, or even if you hated it but love sterek, go to the "ultimate slash madness championship round 2013"! (you should be able to google it and find it!)