Note: I'm really happy with the way this chapter came out. Hope you all like it. Things get more physical and blurry for the boys this chapter. ;P
"Dude, I'm so going to crush you!" Stiles said enthusiastic as he grabbed the controller and turned on his PlayStation.
"You're on!" Derek replied as he picked up the second controller and chose his character before hitting the start button.
Stiles bit down on his bottom lip and leaned forward with the controller in his hands, smashing away the buttons getting all into the game.
"Suck it buttercup!" He yelled as he made his character knock Derek's out with a hard punch taking away half of his health bar.
"Oh yeah, two can play that game." Derek replied, hitting a bunch of keys, throwing Stiles player to the ground in a powerful hit, killing him instantly with the move.
Stiles went from stunned to pissed off in a matter of seconds tossing his control to the side of the couch before glancing over at a grinning Derek in annoyance.
"What were you saying about crushing me?" Derek mused, relishing in the fact he beat Stiles at my own game, before bring a chip full of dip to his mouth, throwing it back.
A slow smile spread across Stiles face as he thought of his revenge.
"Hey Derek, you got some dip on your chin. Come here and let me lick it off for you." He said grabbing the sides of Derek's face playful.
Derek quickly swatted his hands away in annoyance as Stiles laughed, watching Derek's cheeks flush.
"You're never going to let that go, are you?" Derek said somewhat humiliated.
"Nope." Stiles answered, chuckling.
Deer took his beer bottle off the table and brought it to his lips. The action grabbed Stiles attention.
Stiles watched with interest as Derek tilted his head back along with the bottle making the alcohol rush to his mouth and caused his Adams apple to move up and down as he swallowed the liquid down.
"Yo, let me have a taste."
Derek arched an eyebrow at him in question.
"Are you even allowed to have a drink?"
"Why wouldn't I be able to?" He challenged.
There were shuffling sounds coming from the kitchen as the sheriff gathered his stuff to head out to work.
"Hey Dad, can Stiles have a beer?" Derek called out to him.
"No!" John answered quickly.
"Oh, come on Dad, one little sip isn't going to hurt!" Stiles argued.
"Forget it!" John voiced, peeking around the corner with his keys in hand.
Stiles pouted and folded his arms into his chest like a little kid that didn't get his way.
"I'll be back late, be good you two!" The sheriff called out before closing the door behind him.
"Derek, give me the beer."
"Nope, you heard your father."
"Oh come on, one sip isn't going to hurt. He'll never know." Stiles said eying Derek beer in desire.
"But I would know and who would I be if I went against my own father's wishes?"
Stiles gave Derek an annoyed look as he smirked amused.
"Your loving this, aren't you?"
"Just a little bit." Derek said, gesturing with his fingers showing a pitch gesture as he took another swig of beer, rubbing it in his face.
Stiles watched silently for a moment as Derek drank from the bottle before reaching out trying to steal the bottle from his grip.
"Give me that beer!"
"Nope." Derek said chuckling and extending the hand that was holding his beer far away as Stiles leaned into his form and began to tickle him with one hand while he reached out for the beer with the other.
"Give it to me!" Stiles voiced frustrated.
"Never! Derek voiced, chuckling as he grabbed ahold of Stiles arm that was tickling him, stopping his actions.
"Come on, one sip." Stiles stressed, as he reached for the bottle.
"Nope."
Stiles got his hand on the bottom of the beer bottle but Derek was gripping it tightly and wouldn't budge.
Derek continued smiling amused as Stiles huffed and grunted trying to remove his tough grip.
"You know what?" Stiles voiced frustrated.
"What?" Derek humored.
Stiles bent down and bite Derek's necks roughly, causing his grip to loosen on the beer.
"Ouch! What the hell man?" Derek shouted, as he felt around his neck with his hand, which Stiles was sure was sporting his teeth marks.
Stiles stole the beer during Derek's shock and took a swig, silently congratulating his victory.
"You bit me." Derek voiced in shocked as he rubbed his neck wound.
"Damn straight, don't come between a man and his beer." Stiles replied taking another swig.
Derek arched an eyebrow in question.
"What man? All I see is a little boy." He snapped.
Stiles stuck out his tongue at Derek as he stood up from the couch.
"Thank for proving my point." He argued.
"Anytime man." Stiles retorted, before bring the bottle back to his lips drinking some more.
"Jesus Stiles, you didn't have to bite me. I would have given you the damn beer if it meant that much to you. I just thought we were goofing around." Derek said frustrated before walking off.
Stiles started to feel bad.
He never meant to hurt Derek physically or mentally but somehow he did.
Stiles was silent as he glanced at the paused game in front of him and a half empty beer he poorly won in his hand.
"Shit."
Stiles knocked on Derek's door and waited for a response.
"What do you want Stiles?" Derek asked from the other said sounding down.
Stiles opened the door to find Derek lying back on his bed, eyeing the ceiling.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bite you, it just happened. I wanted that beer." Stiles said snickering at the thought.
"Got it, point made." Derek voiced, pointing to his wound.
"Does it hurt?" Stiles asked coming over to the bed side, grimacing at the fact he actually left teeth marks in Derek's skin.
"Not anymore."
Stiles took a spot on the other side of the bed, lying down beside Derek.
"Bite me."
Derek's eyes widened in shock and he lifted his head off the bed, turning to face him.
"What?"
"Bite me, than we will be even." Stiles stated, exposing his neck to Derek.
"Are your drunk or insane? I can't tell."
"Come on, I'm serious. I bit you. It's only fair I get the same treatment as payback."
"Stiles."
"Just do it." He ordered.
"Fine."
Derek moved over and gave a light barely there bite.
"There." He voiced stubbornly.
"Really dude? I latched on to you with my teeth. You can do better than that. Bite me Derek."
"You asked for it."
Before Stiles could respond Derek opened his mouth fully and his teeth were on his sensitive flesh pressing down harshly.
"Fuck!" Stiles groaned in pain.
He panted and gripped Derek arm as he took it one step further giving Stiles neck a little nibble before withdrawing his teeth from his skin.
Stiles whimpered a bit at the soreness.
Derek noticed his pain and tried to ease his sore, heated skin, giving a cool licking over the marked area a couple of times before pulling back.
"Sorry, I got carried away with the bite." Derek voiced.
"You think?" Stiles snapped annoyed, touching his neck.
"Remind me to never get on your bad side." He said wincing a bit.
Derek shrugged as he rolled back onto his back.
"You asked for it."
They both laid back on the bed staring at the ceiling with marks on their necks.
Biting, that was brotherly, right?
"What's with the hickey? "Who gave you a hickey? Dude, I need details, spill." Scott asked intrigued.
"It was Derek."
"Holy shit, you hooked up?" Scott replied wide eyed.
"No, we bite each other." Stiles voiced calmly.
"What? Why?"
"I wanted a beer and he wouldn't give me one so I bit him and he got all upset so I let him bite me back."
"You are so weird. That's some kind of kinky brotherly shit." Scott replied.
"I don't know about that, kinky indicates it's something enjoyed and it fucking hurt. I felt like my skin was melting off."
"Ouch!"
"Yeah, ouch!"
The next night Derek set an extra beer down on the coffee table were Stiles was playing a solo game.
"I'll play ya." Derek said.
"Yeah?" Stiles asked.
"You even have your own beer. I'm not going to fight you on it anymore."
"What about Dad?"
"He is on a need to know basics, he doesn't need to know." Derek voice as he took a seat next to Stiles.
"Alright sure, you're on!" Stiles voiced happily, tossing Derek the other controller.
"I even ordered pizza too, pepperoni" Derek added as they started a game.
"Dude, you're the best bro ever!" Stiles gushed as he paused the game, taking a swig of beer.
Derek chuckled.
"Man you're easy. You mean this whole time I could have just given you a beer and some pizza to get on your good side?" Derek mused.
Stiles snickered, taking another swig of his beer.
"Yup, I'm easy like that." He joked.
"Duly noted."
"So Braeden..." Stiles voiced, as he hit the continue button on the game, making the characters come back to life again.
"Hmmm, what about her?" Derek asked as he punched buttons on his controller to move and fight with his player.
"You serious about her?"
"I'm serious about everyone I date. I don't take dating lightly." Derek answered as he delivered a kick to Stiles character.
"Okay, let me clarify, do you see yourself with her for a long time?"
Derek shrugged his shoulders in response. He paused the game and took a beer break, bringing the bottle up to his lips.
"I don't know. I like to think so. I mean, we haven't really talked about life outside of college together." Derek voiced honestly.
"Do you love her?"
"You know, these are quite personal question. It's only fair you join in and answer some." Derek said, placing his beer back down and turning to face Stiles.
"Go ahead, I'm an open book. I got nothing to hide."
"Really?" Derek asked, arching an eyebrow intrigued.
Stiles nodded yes in response.
"Are you dating anyone right now?"
"Nope, single as fuck." Stiles replied before taking a sip of his beer.
"You like it, being single?"
"It has it perks I guess, but sometimes it gets lonely."
"What about you, you like being in a relationship?"
"For the most part, yeah but It's nice to have some freedom every once in a while."
"Yeah, but fucking is so much better with a partner, am I right?" Stiles mused, giving Derek's shoulder a nudge before taking another sip of his beer.
Derek chuckled right along taking another mouthful himself.
Four beers and many games and pizza slices later…
The two slumped down in the sofa with a nice buzz going on.
"You know what I miss the most about relationships?" Stiles slurred a bit.
"Hmmm?" Derek said, turning to face him.
"Kissing."
"Really?"
"Yup, I know it's weird. I can get off all I want on my own but I can't kiss myself, I can't fake intimacy. I miss that." Stiles stated.
"How uh, how long has it been?" Derek asked curious.
"It's embarrassing to say but a year, a whole fucking year without lip locking with someone. And not to toot my own horn but I'm fucking awesome at kisses."
"Says you." Derek chuckled.
"No, say everyone I ever kissed."
"Uh huh and how many people have you actually kissed?" Derek challenged.
"That doesn't matter. What matters is I have gifted lips and people are missing out."
"I'm sorry, gifted lips? Oh, I have to see this."
"Gladly, pecker up." Stiles said, placing his mostly empty beer back on the table in front of him.
"What?" Derek voiced alarmed.
"Come on man, don't be a wuss and make it bigger than it is. It's purely experimental."
"I don't know man, my brains a bit fuzzy and not working right now. I think I drank too much to even be considering this." Derek said starting to slur some words.
"Derek shut up and let me show you my skills."
"Fine but no one can know about this."
"Duh!"
"This is so weird." Derek stated, starting to feel a bit uneasy.
"You ready?" Stiles asked.
"Hold on, I need more beer for this."
Stiles let out a sigh and patiently waited as Derek took a big gulp of beer before setting it back down and leaning back against the sofa.
"Okay, let's get this over with before I change my mind." Derek said.
"Close your eyes."
"Stiles."
"Just do it. It will relax you."
Derek did as told and waited.
Stiles licked his lips before slowly moving towards Derek's face inch by inch, smelling the heavy beer on his breath and feeling the warmth of his exhales against his skin as he drew nearer. He placed his hands on either side of Derek's face.
Derek let out a shaky breath just as Stiles soft lips pressed against his.
It took a moment before Stiles moved his mouth against Derek's, leaving sluggish closed mouth kisses and enjoying the little scratches of Derek beard against his soft face.
Derek was stiff in his spot, panting away.
The only thing Stiles could feel from Derek was the little gush of warm air that escaped his tight lipped mouth from time to time.
Stiles moved back noticing his tense, statue-like form.
"Derek, open your mouth and participate in the damn kiss." Stiles said irritated.
"It's weird."
"Stop thinking and start feeling." Stiles replied before moving his mouth back over Derek's and sliding his tongue inside the small opening of his mouth.
After a moment passed Derek's scared tongue started to move against his, causing Stiles to moan in excitement.
Not only was Stiles kissing again, something he loved, he was kissing his fucking hunk of a bro crush.
Stiles started to feel a strain in his neck due to the awkward position of having to crane his neck towards Derek. He moved his hands down to Derek's shoulders as he moved into a better position, straddling Derek's lap.
Derek's hands went to Stiles waist, holding him gently in place as Stiles slide his up into Derek's dark locks, playful tugging on the ends as their tongues continued to play.
Stiles pulled out all the tricks, used his best moves, eager to impress Derek with his skills. He sucked Derek's tongue in his mouth before pulling back and giving Derek's bottom lip a little playful nibble.
Derek's hands once loosely on Stiles waist, were now holding him tightly in place with his nails digging into his hips.
There were little gasps and soft moans off and on as they explode each other's mouths, massaging their tongues together.
They kissed for a good five minutes before pulling back with swollen lips.
"Fuck." Derek groaned, clouded with lust and confusion.
Stiles smiled goofily as he slid off Derek's lap and back into his spot on the couch next to him.
"I told you I'm a fucking awesome kisser."
Stiles silently celebrated his victory as he observed a closed eyed Derek working on calming his breathing as his clothed chest raised and fell harshly and his pants were now tented.
Stiles grin grew noticing this.
"Did I ever mention my blow job skills?"
This quickly sobered Derek. His eyes quickly snapped open and his body tense up.
"What the fuck Stiles?" He said, getting off the couch in a hurry.
"Oh, come on Derek, I was just goofing around." Stiles said, trying to lighten the situation.
"This is so fucked up, on so many levels. I'm going to bed and pretending I did not just hear you say that or the fact I just had your tongue down my throat." Derek replied, grimacing at the thought before heading up the stairs.
"Fuck!" Stiles voiced out loud, putting his hands in his head.
"Why do I even open my mouth?" He mumbled against his palms.