A/N: I tried so hard to get some plot in here but it's all just smut. I'd be here to the middle of next week if I tried to get some plot in, so I figured - what the hell - post it as is, you can read it, or not… Seriously, if you're not into PWP you can just skip it; it probably won't make an impact on the storyline but, you know, I'd prefer that you didn't 'cause I kind of like it. I'm pretty sure it's this highly unseasonal heat wave we're having that's made me unable to process plot.
Stiles woke up abruptly as he heard the sound of car doors slamming and the low babble of people talking several floors below the window. His mind jolted him back with memories of the events of the day before: The fight, Bob, meeting Derek in the car lot, the ride back to the motel, the enormous feeling of relief as he pounded into…
'Oh my God, I fucked Derek!' he thought as his body went from pliant to tense in a split second. He checked out his position, he was lying face down on the bed, one leg almost hanging out, right arm under his pillow with his head resting on top of it facing the bathroom. Physical senses kicked in, his other foot was tangled up with Derek's and there was an arm curled around his body. As soon as he registered the presence of the arm, it began to move or at least the fingers on the hand at the end of the arm did, trailing softly across his stomach. This sent a curious pang of need to his belly and made his heart start racing.
'OK, so he doesn't want to kill me, yet….' One of the feet moved, drifting up his calf and back down in a languorous pattern. The arm pulled him back into the warmth of Derek's body, Stiles could feel Derek's chest against his back and his breath on his shoulder. Then he tensed even more as he became aware of a heat pressing into his buttocks that could only be one thing: one hard insistent thing.
"Turn over", whispered Derek into his ear, making the rest of Stiles' body shudder with want. He moved to comply but only as a cover to his confusion. As he shifted around, he finally opened his eyes to find a bed-headed Derek smiling down at him.
"Morning!", Derek said and leaned in to gently kiss Stiles. Just the simplest touch of lips on lips but enough to make Stiles want to return the kiss…and more. Stiles couldn't help himself; he reached up and trapped Derek's bottom lip between his own for a moment. Derek kissed him again and again, moving his lips against Stiles' skin, along his jaw, up to his ear and then slowly down his neck, sucking softly on the warm inviting flesh.
All Stiles could see was the mussed up dark hair of Derek and his broad muscular shoulders. It was the wrong thing to look at if he wanted these feelings to go away. He didn't, so he traced the lines of Derek's back with his eyes and watched Derek's hair stir at every breath he exhaled. Derek licked up from Stiles chest, over his throat and across his chin and Stiles groaned with pleasure.
"Kiss me", he implored and reached up to pull Derek in to him. Now that their closeness allowed it, he let his hands wander over Derek's back, drawing random figures against the skin and bone that slowly shifted under his fingers. It was a landscape of promises and Stiles could have spent hours just tracing each inch had Derek not been insistently swiping his tongue across Stiles' lips. He succumbed to the press of Derek's tongue and opened his mouth to allow the wolf what he wanted. There was no dominance in Stiles now; the anger that had fuelled the previous night's intensity had dissipated. Stiles kissed Derek back, luxuriating in the sensation of their bodies touching in so many different places, each one sharp and different in Stiles' mind.
With obvious reluctance Derek pulled away, looking down at Stiles with a grin on his face and lust in his eyes.
"Why'd you stop?" Stiles complained, his tone needier than he really wanted it to appear. Derek laughed.
"Something better." He cocked an eyebrow and slid down Stiles' body until he was cradled between his thighs. He laid his hands on Stiles hips, met his eyes and moistened his own lips with his tongue. The expression Derek saw of utter desire on Stiles' face caused his wolf to emerge and turned his eyes a cold penetrating blue. He dipped his head and slowly took the tip of Stiles' cock in his mouth. Stiles let his eyes drift shut as he lost himself in the touch. It wasn't that he hadn't had blow jobs before; he'd never had one like this though. The pleasure which Derek was taking from laving his tongue around the sensitive head was a million miles away from the perfunctory efforts made by the few girls who had been there before. Stiles' urges intensified and he thrust up into Derek's mouth slightly. Derek swiped his tongue right across the end of Stiles cock and swallowed him down almost completely.
With his hands holding down Stiles hips to prevent him from lunging too much, Derek continued to envelop Stiles in his satiny hot mouth. Moving smoothly up and down his length, Derek sucked Stiles into oblivion, wrapping his tongue round the shaft on the upstrokes and plunging down again when he was almost at the point of letting it slip from his mouth. Stiles' couldn't take the delicious torture and fought to thrust upwards for release but Derek wasn't ready for that yet. He licked up Stiles' cock one final time and then released it to slap heavily against Stiles stomach.
"Fuck, Derek, don't stop!" pleaded Stiles, fraught with the loss of the stimulation. Derek just bent his head lower and ran his tongue over Stiles' balls, sucking one into his mouth and then the other, probing them with the tip of his tongue. Stiles couldn't believe the intensity of the sensation and, wanting so badly to come, urged Derek on. "Please, suck me…more. Fuck, I love you sucking me, I love your mouth on me…" Derek still wasn't ready to let Stiles come; he wanted him completely undone beneath him before that was going to happen. With the same careless abandon he'd exhibited moments before, he released Stiles' balls, slowly licking down between them and on further until his tongue reached the virgin part of Stiles.
Stiles gasped as he felt Derek slide around his threshold; this was an altogether new experience. He tensed a bit from the unaccustomed attention. Derek slipped his right hand from Stiles' hip across to stroke his cock, the petting drawing Stiles' focus, relaxing him again. The ministrations of Derek's tongue never ceased though and as he licked the puckered skin Stiles began to enjoy the sensation. When Derek's tongue pressed a little harder, Stiles breathily begged him for more.
With a hand wrapped round his cock and a tongue inside him, Stiles gave in to his needs and thrust wildly, trying to keep his dick enveloped in the warm caress while impaling himself upon Derek. Inarticulate cries escaped him as sense fled and visceral pleasure took over. Stiles felt the mother of all orgasms uncurl from deep within him and rush outwards. He could feel it from one end of his body to the other as he spasmed violently and shot long streams of cum out, the glistening threads arcing through Derek's fingers to land indiscriminately across his body and the bed.
When Stiles could finally open his eyes, he looked over at Derek who had repositioned himself alongside Stiles. "When I woke up, I thought it was a dream; I thought I'd imagined last night, everything that happened between us…"
"No dream", replied Derek, lightly stroking Stiles' chest, "just something you needed to do."
Stiles reached for the hand that caressed him and locked his fingers with it. He brought both their hands up to his lips and kissed Derek's, running his tongue along the fingers. "I think now I have something I need to do for you."
"Hey, you don't have to do anything. I told you last night, if you're not comfortable with anything, it's fine, we can go at whatever pace you're happy with."
Stiles rolled over to face Derek. "I'm happy, amazingly I'm very happy and now I want to see you like you just saw me."
"OK then but wipe yourself down first, you're filthy." Derek reached down for the washcloth and lobbed it up at Stiles.
"You think I'm filthy now? Try me in a few minutes", grinned Stiles as he wiped away his drying cum. He looked down at the man who shared his bed taking in the magnificently defined torso and slim waist. His eyes drawn lower until he rested them on the growing erection nestling between Derek's legs and half hidden by the bed sheet.
"Why me?" He whispered to himself, forgetting that Derek would be able to hear him.
"Because this was always there, something left undone", answered Derek quietly.
Stiles drifted his hand down Derek's body. "I have so many questions, I don't know where to begin."
"With the questions or with this?" Derek teased.
"Both", admitted Stiles, running his hand over Derek's chest, feeling his nipple engorge at the gentle stroking. "But I think I want to start here." He bent his head forward and licked over the nipple, sensing with his tongue as it hardened under his attention. He sucked it into his mouth and pulled it between his teeth, biting none too gently on it. Derek hissed and shuddered under him.
As Stiles moved his mouth across Derek's chest searching for his other nipple, Derek reached around to hold Stiles to him. Stiles could feel the tips of Derek's fingers drawing slow lines around his back. He found the other nipple and circled it with his tongue, blowing on it.
"More….harder", ordered Derek. "Bite me."
Stiles obliged, biting down on the proof of arousal almost too hard. Derek tensed and Stiles could feel little points of sharpness digging into his back. His teeth released their prisoner and he licked gently across it before sucking and biting it again.
Derek pulled Stiles up roughly so he could kiss him. Their kiss was rough as well, deep and forceful and when they parted, teeth nipped at lips. Stiles could feel the scratches on his back from Derek's nascent claws and paused to take in the wolfish expression on the man's face.
"Are you going to change on me?" he asked as he watched Derek's eyes flicker alternately bright then darker like a dying light bulb.
"No, but you gotta know, the wolf is the sensual part of me, it's always there when I get turned on. I would never hurt you, believe me."
"I believe you", said Stiles running his hands down Derek's torso and turning his body to follow the path his hands made. He watched the twitching erection wondering how it was that before this weekend he'd never had the slightest interest in another man's cock but now all he wanted to do was worship this one. He'd reached it now and carefully he slid a finger up its length, tracing the veins until he reached the head. Stiles ran his finger around the rim and gently over the top eliciting a groan from Derek. He measured how the skin was underneath his touch; how firm, smooth and hot it was and how different the sensation was to anything else he'd experienced. He stroked this wondrous thing and felt it grow and move in his hand and he found himself amazed that he was the source of the arousal.
'How does this work', he thought to himself. 'I'll never know if I don't try.' So he bobbed his head down slowly until he could smell the musky aroma of Derek's excitement. Tentatively he poked out his tongue and touched it to the head of the throbbing cock. Satisfied with his bravery, he did it again….and again. He darted round the rim in quick licks and then lingeringly dragged his tongue down the shaft, tasting the flesh he'd just caressed, noting the difference between the head with its spread of pre-cum and the base. Derek sighed and reached forward to hold onto any bit of Stiles he could find.
Gaining confidence with every second spent revelling in these new experiences, Stiles sucked his way back up Derek's dick and took the tip of it into his mouth. Holding it there he ran his tongue over everywhere he could reach, letting instinct guide him. The taste was slightly bitter and the flesh was burning hot to his tongue. He wanted more so he scrabbled a bit closer, flung one hand over Derek's abdomen to steady himself and took hold of the base of his cock with his other. Very slowly he took more and more of it into his mouth until he had no idea what else to do, so he suckled at it.
Derek gasped and arched his back, his action pushing himself further into Stiles' hot sweet mouth. Stiles almost gagged but Derek had a hold of his neck and refused to let him pull away. "Suck me, baby, suck me hard, suck me down, make me yours." Stiles felt all reality slip away at Derek's words, the world reduced to one motel room and the activities occurring within it. Feeling Derek squirm and writhe beneath him gave him an unused to sense of power. If he could make Derek this abandoned by just holding him in his mouth, what could he do to him if he tried a bit more?
Stiles sucked…hard, he held Derek firmly in his hand like a trophy and guided his prize in and out of his mouth. He may not have had wolf hearing but he could certainly distinguish between the sound of Derek hissing as he sucked up his cock and sighing as he pushed downwards, enveloping it again. As Stiles' own cock hardened, he wondered what sort of a twisted world it was where he could get so damn horny giving a blow job to another man, a wolf, no less. It was twisted but it was wonderful too. Stiles played with Derek, speeding up his movements, dragging his teeth against the rigid shaft, starting to understand that too much could never be enough. Knowing he was right from the sounds uttered by Derek and the way Derek was gripping at his shoulders, claws piercing skin.
Stiles thought the friction between them might set them both on fire. He had no idea when he'd been able to take Derek in fully but there he was now with the man's cock buried deep into his throat and he was loving it. Loving the power he had over a more dominant creature and loving the sensations of the two of them coming together in an animalistic rut. He felt Derek thrust wildly at him, his cock pulsing under Stiles' lips and suddenly Derek's hips stopped but his cock didn't. With an almighty effort, Derek strove to push into Stiles as far as he could go and he let out two things: a hot stream of cum straight down the back of Stiles' throat and a cry that was more of a howl.
Derek dropped away from Stiles as his climax ebbed, slipping from Stiles mouth. This was a good thing because Stiles was trying to hold onto every last dribble of Derek's cum, swallowing it down and marvelling as it burnt his throat slightly. He fell back on the bed and unconsciously palmed his erection, needing a release himself. He barely needed a touch before he was shooting his own cum out, though there was no willing orifice there to catch it.
They both lay sated and panting but Derek recovered first, he stretched an arm out to his lover and it glanced against Stiles' belly, sticky with cum. As Stiles had tasted him, now he wanted to know how Stiles tasted so he bent over and carefully licked up all the remains of Stiles' emissions. It tasted like sunshine on a cloudy day, it tasted like nectar and most of all, it tasted like raw sex. Derek suddenly remembered how raw it had been. He lifted himself up and tried to push Stiles over on to his front. Stiles' lethargy was winning. "Roll over", he told him.
"Why?" whined a torpid Stiles.
"Just do it", replied Derek, pushing at Stiles side like an annoying child. With every sigh and grunt designed to inform exactly how much of a nuisance this was, Stiles turned over and flopped face down on his front. Now Derek could see the result of letting his wolf dominate their coupling. Scratches criss-crossed Stiles shoulders and upper back, pin pricks of blood oozed from the imprints of claws. He traced some of the marks gently and leaned over to kiss and soothe them.
"I'm sorry", he whispered into Stiles' back
"What for?" mumbled Stiles, face deep in the pillow and words muffled.
"I'm sorry I hurt you, I promised I wouldn't." Derek kissed down one particularly long scrape. Stiles flung himself back over and looked Derek deep in the eyes.
"You didn't hurt me, I wanted it, I wanted to feel your lust, it excited me." Stiles grinned at Derek like he knew a secret Derek didn't. "And…you called me baby!"
This time Derek won. With a firm shove, he pushed Stiles out of the bed and towards the bathroom. "You can be sure that won't happen again", he said firmly, "Unless you get yourself in and out of that shower pretty damn quick. We need to get on the road."
A/N 2: In my other life I'm a huge Progressive Rock fan, (go look it up, kids!) I've inserted into this fic, a little prog rock joke, just a tiny thing that made me titter. If anyone spots it, I'll be mightily impressed
Since I'm here I'd just like to give a shout out to two things that enable me concentrate enough to write. 1.) Post Rock, especially the music of Explosions In The Sky, Mono and Red Sparowes. 2.) The sound of those bands coming through my noise cancelling headphones.
If it wasn't for those things I wouldn't be able to block out the never ending stream of teen coming through the house and sitting down just long enough to kill things on ridiculous video games. If they had any inkling of what I am doing while they wreak carnage on pixelated worlds, they'd never set foot in the house again. I am suitably amused by this.
