I'm changing the rating of this story to an M. This has been a warning.
Stiles turned on the windscreen wipers and considered turning on the radio to drown out his thoughts. He turned the dial. Country blared into the jeep. He tried to tune it. Static...static...Taylor Swift. Angrily he turned it off...only for the dial to fall off in his hand. "Teardrops on my Guitar" pumped into the jeep. Tightening his hands on the wheel, Stiles gritted his teeth and concentrated on the road. Forest flew past the windows and rain started to pelt at his windscreen.
Stiles didn't know what he was going to do when he got home. He still had two and a half weeks of school holiday left. With Scott and the rest of the pack still camping, town was going to be empty. It was going to be so boring that he might actually be driven into doing something productive.
Better than being here though. He had had it with always ending up bruised and broken after training. He supposed that he should probably see a doctor about his shoulder when he got back, because Derek had twisted it so hard he could barely use it. He couldn't believe that he had let Derek persuade him with that bullshit about just wanting to protect him. Clearly that wasn't the case. Derek obviously took some kind of sick, sadist enjoyment from seeing him in pain.
Suddenly he saw a blur out of the corner of his eye. Looking over at the forest at the side of the road - yep, a distinct black blur was racing through the forest and keeping pace with his car. He cursed as he tore his eyes away to change gears, it was probably Scott wanting to know if he was alright. Glancing back at the forest, Stiles strained his eyes ans searched for the blur, only to find that it had disappeared.
Looking back to the road Stiles saw that Derek was standing calmly in the middle of the road. "FUCK!" Stiles yelled as he jumped on the brakes and swerved to avoid him. The jeep veered off the road and Stiles only just managed to turn it before it hit a tree. The jeep rocked dangerously before finally settling. Stiles dropped his head onto the steering wheel with a thunk and forced himself to breathe.
"Why are you listening to Taylor Swift?" asked a husky voice behind him. Stiles glared at him and turned the ignition off. "May I?" Derek asked, gesturing to the passenger seat door. Stiles just shrugged incredulously.
Derek threw his leather jacket into the back seat and jumped into the front passenger seat. Awkward silence followed as Stiles fiddled with the peeling leather on the steering wheel, not knowing what to say. "I meant what I said yesterday." Derek murmured.
"Oh yeah yesterday. That's right! That was before you pretty much broke my arm in front of the Pack, but after you almost killed me with your obstacle course!" Stiles exclaimed, waving his unhurt arm around to emphasise his point.
Derek slammed a fist down on the dashboard so hard it almost cracked. "Hey! Be careful with the car, man!" "Stiles! For fuck's sake, we've through this!" "Yeah, we did, but that was before todays training session! What the fuck do you call that?"
Derek sighed and turned to stare out the window. "Stiles, for the last time, I meant what I said. I'm...worried about you." The last words were mumbled, as if Derek was embarrassed at the mere thought of being concerned for another human being. "As much as the pack tries not to think about it, the alpha pack are out there and they're coming for us. When they do finally attack, which I'm sure they will, we need to be prepared."
Meeting his eyes he found that Derek was staring at him so intensely that Stiles went back to peeling the leather from the steering wheel. Stiles coughed awkwardly. "And that justifies beating me up how exactly...?"
"You're the weakest of the lot. You don't have the strength or speed of the wolves. You need to train the hardest and push yourself the furtherest if you don't want to die!"
"Can't argue with that logic." Stiles grumbled as he started the car up and tried to head back to the road. Unfortunately it was still raining and the wheels had sunk into the mud. Stiles tried pressed harder on the accelerator as the wheels spun uselessly.
"Stiles. Stiles! Stop, you're only making it worse!" Derek hopped out of the car and after a pause and an internal argument, Stiles grudgingly got out too and walked into the rain. They both stood and stared at the wheels which had half way sunk into the mud. "Right. Well." Derek said gruffly as he moved towards the jeep. Slowly he bent down and gripped either side of the tyre and slowly began to lift it from the mud. Wishing he had grabbed his coat from his tent, Stiles wrapped his arms around himself and tried to look at the trees, the clouds, anything apart from Derek, who was currently on his third tire - muscles straining as he lifted the weight of the jeep and his muddy white shirt, sleeves pushed up to the elbows, was soaking and clinging to his skin.
Derek glanced up and smirked as he caught Stiles staring. Embarrassed, Stiles quickly averted his eyes. "There. Should be alright now." Derek grunted as he straightened up from the final tire and walked back round to Stiles. "You look freezing, grab my jacket from the back seat." Stiles climbed into the back of the jeep, feeling it groan as Derek climbed in behind him.
"I want you to come back to camp." Derek murmured, closer than Stiles had thought he was. "It's your choice of course, and I'm done with threatening you. But I think would be good for you. I think you need the training." Turning to face him, Stiles found himself, just like yesterday, nose to nose with Derek. Remembering that there was no Scott around to cock block him, Stiles shuffled his body closer to Dereks and leaned in. He went slowly and hoped that he hadn't misinterpreted this, otherwise there was a high likelihood that he would soon he lying face down in a ditch with his throat ripped out, being eaten by wild dogs as Derek drove off in his jeep.
To his surprise Derek, who had clearly grown impatient, suddenly gripped the back of Stiles' neck with one hand and pulled him in. Their lips came together and for a second Stiles didn't move, taking in Dereks heat and the soft feeling of his mouth. Then, sliding his arms around Derek's neck and burying his hands in his hair, he opened his mouth and deepened the kiss. Derek groaned and pushed forward until Stiles was underneath him.
Stiles hooked his legs around the back of Dereks and pulled him closer into him. The alpha pulled back and began to kiss Stiles' neck, his teeth dragging over the sensitive patch just under his jaw, tongue drawing over the stubble. He bit down, hard and then ran his lips over the mark. Stiles could feel Derek getting hard and bucked his hips upwards, their wet jeans grinding together.
Outside the rain had started to pour and was thundering on the roof of the jeep. Stiles rested his head back on the leather seat and pulled Derek's mouth to his. Teeth clashing, Stiles ground his hips upward and Derek groaned. Derek began to rhythmically grind their erections together. Stiles tightly gripped Derek's hair as he bucked his hips.
Sitting up for a moment, Derek pulled his shirt off in one fluid motion and quickly pulled Stiles' off also. Pulling Derek on top of him, Stiles ran his hands over his abs, up his chest and over his shoulders. Drawing his hands up Derek's back, he watched the scratch marks heal as he dragged his nails down Derek's back. Derek hissed and started to palm Stiles' erection. Feeling his crotch start to throb, Stiles pulled Derek's lips to his and slipped his tongue into his mouth.
Pulling back and opening his eyes, Stiles saw that the irises of Derek's eyes were beginning to tinge with red. "I think...we need...to stop." Stiles gasped. Derek reluctantly agreed, pulling his hand from Stiles' crotch and resting on top of him, with his head resting in the crook of Stiles' neck.
Stiles lay there, still extremely turned on but not wanting Derek to wolf out on him. He closed his eyes, listened to the rain and wondered how the hell he was going to explain the bite marks on his throat to the pack.