Dear Diary,
I don't know what to do right now.
Stiles woke around Dereks arm, whose owner was still sleeping. Stiles couldn't help but smile, last nights every detail rushed through his head, with the smell of lust weak in the air. Stiles looked over at Derek, his arm half flexed, chest muscles accenting as air entered his lungs. His abs, half covered by the white sheets of his bed, glistened in the morning light. Dereks head was turned towards Stiles, and Stiles looked at Derek sleep like this for a few minutes. They were spooning, still naked from the explosion of passion they shared last night. Of course Derek was the big spoon, his large limp penis resting in between Stiles cheeks, softly embracing the satisfied piece of flesh. Stiles wondered if they were going to have morning sex when Derek woke up which got Stiles hard again.
'There's no way I could last, my ass still hurts… but it was so good. I need to get up and at least prep for the possibility.'
Stiles slowly rolled himself off Dereks arm and over his sheets till he was off, the mission impossible theme song played through his head. He found his underwear on the other side of the room, and picked it up. Upon inspection he discovered that they were now rags, as they were torn in two from forcefully being ripped off of him.
'Thanks Derek! Now what am I going to do!?'
Stiles looked around and found his pants, and just put them on. He silently cracked open the door and headed towards his bathroom. Stiles found a towel and washcloth and started the shower. The bathroom quickly steamed up and Stiles took off his pants and entered the stand up shower, closing the curtain behind him. Stiles stood in the hot water for a few minutes, trying to sort through all the details last night. He looked around for some shampoo and found Dereks.
"Old Spice? That's so typical. Let me guess, Old Spice body wash too?"
Stiles looked around for his body wash. He made a 180 to search the other corner and freaked out when he found Derek standing there naked, with his arms crossed. Stiles screamed and slipped on the floor, falling backwards towards the tilled walls. Derek quickly grabbed Stiles arm and pulled him into his own.
"You need to work on your balance. That could have been bad if I wasn't here. I think a thank you is in order."
Stiles warmed up Derek with his body heat and steam. Stiles looked up at Derek, his gray cloudy eyes were staring back at him. He was frowning again.
"Thank you. But I wouldn't of need you if you didn't scare the crap out of me! You should knock before you enter!"
"But then I wouldn't have been able to look at your butt."
Derek smirked as he moved his hands down from around Stiles shoulder to his butt cheeks. Smoothly running over the round orbs, cupping them in his warm hands. Stiles got hard and his penis rose up, making contact with Derek's balls.
"Oh? Already? I haven't even done anything yet."
"I uh. Well I actually have to still wash myself off from last night."
Stiles turned away from Derek and reached for the liquid body wash, but Derek got to it first. Stiles turned back to him. Derek smirked and opened the bottle and poured some out into his hand. He rubbed his masculine hands together and reached out to Stiles. He rubbed Stiles shoulders, and turned him around so that Stiles faced the wall. Derek massaged the soap into Stiles shoulders, and went back to the bottle. He poured the cold soup down Stiles neck, drizzling down his shoulder blades, lower back, and down in between his cheeks. Stiles shivered from how cold it was, but it felt good.
"Derek, that feels so good."
Dereks hands went back to his shoulders. He lathered the soap, moving down his defined shoulder blades. He pushed the soap around his waist, reaching forward and rubbed his abs like a washboard. His hands glided over Stiles, now returning to his lower back. His hands ventured down, into the crack that separated those beautiful orbs. Stiles arched his back and reached back around Dereks neck. The sensation was too much for Stiles to keep to himself, and he moaned. Derek inserted his middle finger into Stiles, playing with his insides. Derek grew out a claw inside Stiles and teased his G spot. His other fingers worked the outside of his ass and under his balls. Stiles moaned and pulled Derek closer to him. Derek reached his other free hand around and started playing with Stiles hard cock. Stiles reached one hand behind his and started playing with Derek. Derek quickly grew. Stiles played with it some more and then directed it towards his opening where Dereks finger currently occupied. Derek slipped out his finger and parted Stiles flesh, inserting his cock into him.
"AHH! Derek!"
Derek worked Stiles, pushing his back down so he was facing the floor. Derek rammed his tool into Stiles who was moaning with pain and pleasure. They didn't have any lube so Derek was constantly spitting down Stiles butt to lubricate his huge cock. Derek kept stroking Stiles while he rammed his G spot.
"Derek! I'm going to cum!"
Hearing this Derek went harder and faster, working his cock and balls now. Stiles moaned as the pressure that was building up was released. His cum ran down the stream of hot water that was falling from his back. Derek pulled out of Stiles and sat down onto the floor. He took Stiles legs and lifted him over Derek. They both filled each other's mouths, Derek cleaning out Stiles limp penis, and Stiles building up more and more pressure in Derek.
"Oh, Stiles. Yeah just like that. Ahhh."
Derek started to moan as Stiles worked his tongue around his head. Derek thought back to how tight Stiles was, ramming into him felt like his penis was getting sucked up, with warm flesh hugging him. Stiles moaned every time he went up for air, and back down onto Derek.
"I'm going to cum Stiles."
Derek moaned as Stiles went down farther and farther, his penis discovering new depths of Stiles throat. Derek moaned loudly as he filled up Stiles mouth. Stiles kept sucking and deep throating until every drop came out. Derek helped Stiles to his side and they laid on the floor with water rinsing off their sweat and saliva. Stiles tried to get up from the floor, but he couldn't manage because Derek was so recently inside him. Derek got up and grabbed the soap. He set it next to Stiles. Derek rinsed off his hair and washed it. Stiles was still on the floor, looking up at this gladiator who just ravaged him. When Derek was finished he turned back around and looked down at Stiles.
"Are you going to get up or are you just content on the floor?"
"I would get up, but I don't think I can."
"Why can't you get up?"
"You're really big Derek. It should be to no surprise that I can't get up after fitting that inside me."
Stiles pointed to Dereks tool. Derek smirked at the compliment. He reached down and picked up Stiles and flung him over his shoulder. Derek smacked his hand on Stiles butt and left the shower.
"Ouch! Derek!"
"What? Not the spanking type?"
Stiles went all red and stayed silent. Derek reached down and grabbed the towel Stiles set aside. He opened up the towel with one hand still on Stiles butt and dried him. Derek then dried himself, laughing in the mirror as he saw Stiles struggling. Derek wrapped the towel around his waist and walked out of the bathroom. One of his roommates was in the kitchen and saw the extremely naked Stiles, resting on Dereks shoulder.
"We could all hear you, last night and tonight."
His roommate sounded a little annoyed, but not a bit taken by Stiles.
"Yeah, this ones a moaner."
"Derek! Oh my God this is so embarrassing!"
Stiles kicked and screamed trying to get Derek to move. Derek gave in and went into his dorm room. He threw Stiles back onto his bed and headed towards his closet to get dressed.
"Um, Derek?"
"What?"
"I don't have any underwear, and my pants are in your bathroom."
Derek continued dressing and then left his room. He came back a few seconds later with Stiles pants in hand. Derek laid it next to Stiles on the bed. He went back to his closet and pulled out a pair of boxers from his drawer and tossed them at Stiles. They landed right over Stiles penis.
"Whenever you can manage it, get dressed."
Derek left and Stiles could overhear some conversation, but couldn't make it out. This was the first time he's been away from Derek, and started thinking about the fact that he was a werewolf. Stiles didn't say much about it when he first was told, and he felt bad freaking out about it.
'Did I ever apologize? I don't think I did.'
Stiles felt really bad and had to say something to Derek, but right now his roommates were surrounding him and Stiles couldn't get up anyway.
"Hey Derek, so if I'm correct you can actually here me right now. Right?"
Stiles heard Derek stop in the middle of his muted conversation. He figured that meant he could.
"I wanted to talk about the news you told me. I'm sorry I reacted that way. I've never been in that situation before and so I panicked. I hope you don't think I think you're a freak or a monster. Because I don't and I trust you, but I still have a couple of questions. I know you cant answer right now but I have to ask anyway. How did you become a werewolf? When did you change? Are there people who would want to hurt you if they knew your secret? Am I in danger getting close to you?"
Stiles sat in Derek's room for a few more minutes, filling the air with thoughts. Stiles put on Dereks underwear, and then his pants and shirt. He sat back down on the bed, still in deep though. He didn't want to go out and visit Dereks roommates because he could barely manage his balance right now, and because he didn't feel very social right now. The mood was quickly becoming somber. Stiles couldn't help but think there would be someone who would hunt Derek. Stiles heard someone walking towards Dereks door. Derek opened the door and held in one hand a bowl and tucked away a water bottle under his arm.
"Here's breakfast. Do you like Cheerios and bananas? No wait, do you like Cheerios, I already know you like bananas."
Derek let out a little laugh at the amusement of his own joke. Stiles let out a loud condescending laugh with a face to match. Derek handed Stiles the bowl, which had a spoon inside and tossed the bottle of water next to him. Stiles couldn't believe the presentation; the bananas were sliced perfectly and encircled the bowl in a swirl, with chunks in the Cheerios.
"Wow! This looks amazing! Thanks!"
Stiles couldn't stop himself from devouring that breakfast like it was his only meal of the week, it tasted so good though. Stiles got half way through in a few seconds and came up for air. Derek was sitting at his desk looking at Stiles, with a look of confusion on his face.
"Sorry… this is just really good, and I'm really hungry."
"Glad you like it. So I heard everything that you were saying in here, and I wanted to answer those questions."
There was a short pause as Derek tried to organize his thoughts.
"I was born a werewolf."
"That's going to be an awkward family dinner…" Stiles mumbled out, with his mouth full of food.
"Well, that leads me to your next question. My family all died in a fire, because there is someone who would want all werewolves dead. So yes, I am being hunted… and by extension, you."
Stiles sat there in silence, food still crammed in his mouth. Derek looked at him, concern in his eyes.
"I know it's selfish to ask you to overlook that last detail, so I'd understand if you want to stop this."
Stiles just stared at Derek, in shock of all of this. He couldn't believe that Derek was a mythical creature, or that he would be hunted because he was with Derek. Stiles swallowed the food stashed in his cheeks, and put his bowl on Dereks desk. Sitting back down he looked at Derek intently.
"I've never been in a relationship before, and last night was my first time. Maybe if this wasn't all new to me I would be less indecisive, but… this is all just a lot to take in. I don't know what to do. I like you a lot Derek… there's no question about that. You seem nice once you get past your grumpy exterior. Saying you're great at sex would be an understatement, and you are so hot, like, really really really hot."
Derek smirked at the complements, he has been told that he's attractive, but coming from Stiles made it much more special to hear.
"So I don't know why I'm going to say this… but I want to just take a break for a little so I can think. It's just a lot to process. Everything is new to me here."
Stiles looked at Derek with tears in his eyes. He couldn't believe he was telling this god in front of him that they needed to take things slow! Derek stared back with a slight frown.
"Ok Stiles. But to be honest I don't want you to leave. I'll allow you to leave me this one time. But. If you come back to me, I wont let you go. No matter what."
Derek sounded very passionate when he said that. Stiles felt comforted, and protected.
"Ok. Last night… the shower… um, thanks. And thank you for breakfast. I'll help myself out…"
"Wait Stiles."
Derek went up to Stiles and reached into Stiles pocket, pulling out his phone. After tapping the screen a few times he handed it back to Stiles.
"I put in my phone number. Call me."
Stiles nodded and left.
I have a lot to think about. But at least I got his number.
