Stiles-
"Come on Derek, it's Scott's birthday… We just have to show up for an hour or two and socialize, then I promise we can leave. It won't be that bad…"
He rolls over and takes my wrists in his hands and pins them above my head.
"It's a birthday party. At a club. With a bunch of teenagers." He lowers his body onto mine slowly, digging his hips forward when they touch mine. I groan, embarrassingly loudly.
"There's gonna be…. AHH… booze…"
He runs his teeth up my neck and I grab on to his shoulder blades, pulling him on to me harder.
"I can't get drunk."
"And cake…. I know you love cake…"
He stops licking my neck and looks up at me.
"Do I look like I eat cake?"
Point taken. "There will be steamy sex afterwards if you come…"
He tugs at my exposed nipple with his teeth and I gasp, arching my back up towards his mouth.
"There will be steamy sex afterwards either way."
The motherfucker has a point. "How about this… You don't come, and I withhold sex for a week."
He sighs from his position above my navel and begins to unbutton my pants. "You couldn't withhold sex from me for a day. You love it too much." He runs his tongue down my happy trail. "You love me."
I start to reply but my pants are suddenly around my knees and I'm gasping as he gently bites the inside of my thigh, sucking and licking and slowly, excruciatingly slowly, makes his way up to my hips. I know if he gets any further he's going to prove himself very, very right so I grab his face with my hands and pull him up to me, planting a kiss on his soft lips.
"Nope. Not unless you come to the party."
He rolls off of me and falls beside me on the bed, putting his face in his hands and letting out a huge groan.
"I'm not getting out of this, am I?
I grin and roll on top of him this time. "Nope. Don't be such a sourwolf!"
He smiles and kisses me at the name, remembering back to the first time I used it on him. He doesn't remember much of what happened right after, but unfortunately I still do. I pull him closer, and he gives me a soft kiss on the nose and promptly falls asleep under me.
xxx
Derek-
"I don'tt think youurr face is s'posed to look like thattt Derderr. I insticdidly rem'mber your nose being rightttt…. Thereee." He points to my left cheek and makes a small circle with his finger.
"I don't think you remember much of anything at this point Stiles."
I probably should have cut him off three drinks ago, but if I had to sit through this thing I was at least going to have some fun with it. He looks at me with confusion in his eyes and begins poking my face again, and I have to pull his hand away before his finger drifts to my eyeball.
"Come on, we have to get you home. I don't want to have to carry you out of here."
Although I really wouldn't mind. Gives me a nice excuse to touch his butt.
Stiles suddenly grabs my hand. "No…. gotta better ideyuh… I-dee-yuh." He works the word on his tongue before he looks up into my eyes and pulls me right up against his body and begins to kiss me, hard and passionate. I oblige, working my lips against his and tasting the rum as he runs a hand down my back, grabbing at my muscles and rocking his hips into mine.
Fuck. He's even sexy when he's drunk. I let out a deep moan and grab his arm, leading him through the dance floor and into the men's bathroom.
We're a mess of hands and bodies, grabbing and kissing and feeling each other up against the stall door. His hand reaches down and I feel his palm rubbing my dick, and I start getting harder as he whispers dirty shit in my ear.
"I wanna fuck you so fuckin bad… You don't even know what you fucking do to me…"
I pin him against the wall with my hips and he groans, eyes widening as I lean into him and grab his ass, walking him into the stall and against the door. He grabs the top of the door with both hands as I work my hands down into his boxers, his eyes hooded as I start to rub his growing erection using his own pre-cum for lubrication.
"Oh fuck… Derek, I need you inside of me. RIGHT NOW."
The look on his face drives me fucking crazy, and he knows it. His pants are around his ankles in a second and I bend down and kneel in front of him, holding him in my hands and licking his slit like a lollipop. The noise that comes from his mouth is the hottest thing I've heard from him. Ever.
I palm myself through my jeans with one hand while I use the other to deepen the effects of the sucking and licking I'm doing on his throbbing cock. He tastes so fucking good in my mouth, but when I hear the noises he's making I can't help but give him what he wants. I use my free hand to unbutton my jeans and work them down, and I flip Stiles against the wall and take a second to admire his perfect little ass as I work a finger inside of him, then two, then three.
He's thrusting against my fingers, and the feeling is so fucking hot that I pull my fingers out and hold him still as I slowly slide myself inside, past every pulsing muscle squeezing so tightly around my dick. The feeling is such an exquisite fullness that I just hold him from behind, the feeling too good to pull back out and start going.
"Derek, move, NOW."
Fine by me. I start thrusting into him with everything I have, the sound of my efforts making the walls bang, bang, bang with every entry. He starts jacking himself off as I feel myself getting closer and closer to release, and finally I shudder against his body as I unravel in him, filling him up as I slow my thrusts in time with my orgasm. I lean over and start sucking on his neck as he finishes, yelling my name out to the thumping of the bass from the music outside.
xxx
I'm packing Stiles into the passenger seat of his Jeep as everyone starts leaving. Allison and Lydia come out first, linked at the arms. They're stumbling and laughing at some inside joke as Isaac and Scott follow, with Scott actually up on Isaac's shoulders like some sort chicken fight, minus the pool.
"Yo Derek!"
Scott effortlessly jumps down from Isaac's shoulders and walks over.
"He ok?"
He nods his head over to Stiles, who is now examining his shoe. On his hand.
"Yeah, he's just pretty drunk."
"Obviously not drunk enough to not enjoy some hot bathroom sex!" He winks at me. "You forget that just because the rest of the club can't hear "OH DEREK!" over the music doesn't mean we can't..."
I give him what Stiles calls my "patented brood stare" and he punches me on the shoulder.
"Lighten up Derek! You guys sounded like you were having a good time. That's good! Now go enjoy each other some more, because if you stay here any longer it's gonna look like you're kidnapping him."
He points over to a now-unconscious Stiles and I sigh, walking over to the driver's side and getting in.
xxx
Stiles-
I open my eyes to complete darkness. From the feel of Derek pressed against my side, I'm guessing that we're back in his loft after the party. I detangle myself from his sleepy limbs and head off to the kitchen for some water and an ibuprofen to try and counteract the pounding headache I can feel beginning to form. I look across his dark living room and see a pair of glowing red eyes staring at me from the shadows, beside his bedroom door.
"Derek, I'm too tired to play right now. I'll be back in in a second."
His eyes come closer and I frown, trying to show that I mean what I said.
"Derek, seriously. I have a headache."
His eyes pause and I hear the loft door slide open quickly, Derek's eyes disappearing as he turns away and exits, closing the door behind him. What the hell? Why did he just leave?
My thoughts are interrupted as Derek's bedroom door opens and I see him stumble out and yawn. He looks over at me, confusion developing at the fear starting to show across my face.
"Stiles? What's going on?"