Note: There might be one more chapter, not sure yet.

The next day Stiles was a no-show in gym class. Derek waited in the locker room a good thirty minutes for him. At first he thought he was just running late to class but after thirty minutes went by, Derek realized he wasn't coming.

Sure Derek could have just jerked off but it wasn't the same. Nothing was the same since he started doing stuff with Stiles. He couldn't understand it but it was just better with Stiles.

Upset and sexually frustrated, he drove out of his way to Stiles home after school for answers.

Surprisingly, he still remembered where Stiles lived after just one day of dropping him off.

Derek brought his fist up and gave the big red door a couple of strong hard knocks before it started to open.

"Why weren't you in school? I didn't get my fix." Derek voiced grumbly as a clueless Stiles came into view on the other side of the threshold.

Stiles shocked formed quickly turned annoyed by Derek's presence.

"What's wrong with you?" Derek asked as his eyes skimmed over Stiles form that was still wearing his pajamas pants and shirt and sporting a red nose and watery eyes.

"I'm sick. I'm no use to you now. I might even be contagious okay. Sorry you wasted your time for nothing." Stiles said bitterly, sounding a bit stuffed up as he started to close the door.

Derek placed his hand in the way, stopping the door from shutting fully.

"You're seriously trying to kick me out?" He asked amused, pulling the door open.

"No, I just..."

"Look at the balls on Stilinski. For a moment there I didn't think you had any." Derek joked lightly hitting the teen's chest.

Before Stiles can response Derek had already invited himself inside, shutting the door behind him.

"What are you doing?" Stiles asked as he followed Derek as he walked further inside the house, going into kitchen and opening the cabinets up before taking out some chicken noodle soup and setting it on the corner.

"We need to take care of you so you get back into school asap. I'm just taking care of my investment." Derek claimed as he dumped the soup in a bowl and popped it into the microwave on high.

Derek placed the bowl of warm soup on the coffee table next to where Stiles was sitting, bringing a spoonful up to the teen's mouth.

"I'm not hungry." Stiles whined.

Derek arched an eyebrow at him somewhat annoyed by how Stiles was acting.

"Would you rather my dick stuffed down your throat right now? Because that could be arranged." He warned.

Stiles huffed stubbornly before taking the spoon from Derek and bringing it up to his mouth, sipping the broth off of the utensil.

Derek smirked satisfied taking a seat on the couch as Stiles continued to eat his soup.

"So, what does one do when sick?" Derek asked as he slumped back into the cushions of the sofa getting comfortable.

"Sleep." Stiles mumbled before taking another mouthful of soup.

"Boring, you got any video games?" Derek replied, looking over to the big television in the room, searching the area with his eyes for signs of a PlayStation.

"Yeah but I have a head ache I can't take all that noise right now."

Derek sighed bored.

"Got any porn?" He asked, arching a suggestive eyebrow.

Stiles looked down at his lap blushing deeply before answering.

"Under my bed."

"Let's go to your room than."

Stiles hesitantly got up from his spot, grabbing his box of Kleenex and bottle of water as he led Derek upstairs to his room.

Derek licked his lips watching and admiring the view of Stiles tight ass as he bent down, grabbing his hidden stash of porn from under his bed.

"Any girl on girl up in there or is it all cocks are us?" Derek asked as Stiles placed the box on top of his bed.

"Umm, there are some magazines with a mixture of naked guys and girls in them but for videos I only have guy on guy."

"Really dude? What the heck is a naked picture going to get me?" Derek complained.

"The guy on guy porn isn't bad if you give it a shot." Stiles suggested as he went through his pile looking for a good one.

"It's not like there are any other options. Alright, pop it in." Derek voiced as he plopped back onto Stiles bed trying to get in a comfortable position.

Stiles soon joined him sitting back against the wall as the video started to play.

The room filled with moans and groans.

"Damn, the video just started and they are already getting it on." Derek said snickering.

"Yeah, it's basically straight porn, no story."

"Aww, but the story is the only reason I watch porn." Derek said sarcastically.

They were twenty minutes into the porn and it was doing nothing for Derek. He couldn't even begin to count the number of eyes rolls and grimaces faces he made at the ridiculous over the top dialogue and cheesy music and bad acting.

Stiles on the other hand was clearly turned on, breathing heavily and palming his tented pants which in turn was turning Derek on.

Derek unzipped his pants giving his dick room to grow and grabbed Stiles hand placing it on his budge, showing him what he wanted.

Stiles turned his attention to Derek and started rubbing his through his underwear as Derek reciprocated, slipping his hand under the waist band of Stiles pajama pants and grabbing a hold of the teen's hard dick.

They began to stroke each other's cock through hooded eyes, resting their foreheads against each other and breathing into each other face.

"Yeah, just like that you. You know how I like it, don't you, you little slut." Derek said huskily.

Stiles moaned and stopped stroking Derek's dick feeling consumed in his own pleasure.

"Did I tell you to stop slut?" Derek asked, arching an eyebrow.

Before Stiles could respond Derek pulled his hand away from the teen's pants and pushed Stiles down on the bed before climbing on top of him.

He began to grind down into Stiles needy cock causing the teen to gasp out in pleasure and raise his hips up to meet Derek's.

"That's it slut, showing me how much you want my big cock in you."

"Oh, Derek." Stiles moaned grabbing onto Derek's back for support as they continued to dry hump on his bed.

The porn was background noise, forgotten by both.

Derek thrusted his hips wildly into Stiles, making sure they clothed dicks rub against each other.

Stiles throw his head back against the mattress in pleasure, moaning and shaking.

"You cumming for me slut?" Derek said harshly, sucking on stiles exposed milky neck before giving it a little nibble.

"Ohhhh!" Stiles shouted as he creamed his pants.

Derek gave two more thrust before meeting his own end huffing and puffing on top of Stiles warned out form.