Stiles Takes a Shot

Derek was sleeping on his back spread across the empty bed when he heard his mate return home. The pack, unruly and young, had gone out to celebrate Isaac's twenty- first birthday. A crowd of people reeking of sweat and alcohol was an event of which Derek had chosen to pass. After ruffling Isaac's hair and kissing his mate, he had sent them on their way. Leaving him alone, peaceful, in a quiet house.

Hearing Stiles tip toeing into the bedroom, he had to wonder what his hyper mate was up to this time. He could tell by the clumsy attempt at stealth that Stiles was trying to sneak up on him. Not that he wouldn't play along. His lips curved briefly hidden from human eyes by the darkness.

The bed dipped as Stiles climbed in next to Derek's side. Derek was unclothed except for a pair of black boxers. The sheets were a tangle at his feet, which were the only part of Derek that ever really got cold. The mattress shifted back and forth as Stiles got prepared.

A grainy trail of matter was drizzled below his navel just above his waistband. His skin twitched a little at the slight tickle but he held still. A quiet rasp released the smell of tequila into the room and a cool liquid was poured into his navel.

Then there was Stiles' warm tongue licking across his lower abs and then the sweet suction of his mouth at his belly. Eyes open, body hard, and now truly awake he stared at his mate. Love of his life, chaos in motion, sanity draining mate.

"What are you doing?"

"Tequila shots" Stiles sprinkled another line of salt across Derek's stomach and a splash of liquor.

"Aren't you supposed to have a lemon after the shot?"

Stiles held out the slices. Choosing one he slipped it into Derek's mouth. "Bite down when I lick."

And again there was the feel of Stiles' warm tongue, the suction of his mouth against Derek's skin, then his lips against his own. Stiles' tongue tasted of tequila and mingled with the citrus in Derek's mouth. Tongues and tastes swirled until Derek was breathless.

A hooked leg, a twist of his hips, had Stiles trapped below him on the bed. "My turn."