I'm so sorry i haven't updated in over a month,I had serious writers block.I'm back and finally going to update, thanks so much for the continuing support. Well here is chapter 10... the mature scene was written by my good friend Michelle. So thanks alot girl!

Stiles pov:

I got up out of bed and slipped some shorts on with my batman t-shirt. I was such in a good mood because I didn't have to see Drew's face, he was locked up like he should be. I slipped my shoes on and went downstairs, dad wasn't of course home so I made a piece of toast and spread butter on it. I looked up at the time and it was time to leave. I grabbed the keys to my "baby" and headed to school so I could see Derek.

At school:

I parked my jeep next to Derek's black camaro and got out and was greeted with a kiss.

"Well hello to you too." I said, amused by his actions.

"What, I'm just happy to see my boyfriend." He said, nonchalantly.

Our friends met up with us and we headed to first period because the teacher will be mad if were late.

"Hey Derek, I need to talk to you after class." I said, as he nodded.

We got started right away on an assignment and I was done in no time, I guess Derek and I's study time is paying off; Class was finally over and I went to the next class.

Most of my classes have flown by and I was in last period about to go home, I have asked Derek if he wanted to come over since dad wasn't going to be home, which of course he said yeah. The bell rung and we headed to the house Derek was going to follow me.

We arrived at the house finally and went straight to my room. We were laying on my bed studying for the history test. But soon it turned into a make-out session.

I kissed Derek fiercely, everything around us melting away as his tongue found mine, his arms wrapped around my body, muscles of stealth that made the passion of our kiss even more heated.

Suddenly, Derek's hands grip the bottom of my shirt, dragging it up to reveal the pale, sensitive flesh of my abdomen. I shiver when my boyfriend's fingers trace around a mole that sits just below my belly button, delicately pressing over it with a thumb.

"What are you doing?" I chuckle.

Derek looks up, blushing. "I—I was just," he stammers. I feel his thumb move lower, dipping down until it's lightly resting against the waistband of my jeans, brushing through the hairs of my treasure trail. "Just—this?" he says, eyes doe-like like he's been caught in the headlights. It's adorable.

"Alright." I smile, my hand finding his, leading it down further until his hand is snugly tucked inside my jeans, palm over the hard bulge in my boxers. "Feel that?" I murmur. He nods, his breathing starting to pick up. "Touch it."

I feel Derek's finger twitch under my hand, but he doesn't do anything. I know he's aroused; the way he breathes quiet but fast, tells me all I need. His eyes meet mine and they're even more doe-like now, a hint of lust clouding over.

"Here," I whisper, pressing his hand down. He gasps at the same time I do, my hips lifting up off the bed slightly.

"C-Can I?" Derek's finger twitch again; his voice is shaky.

I nod. "Yeah," I breathe. His fingers slip into my boxers, warm and absolutely perfect on the flushed skin of my cock. My eyes flutter shut when he strokes, fingers light as they brush over the head and along the shaft.

"Is this okay?" he asks softly, fingers moving back up, stroking more confidently.

"Mhm, it's perfect," I reply.

"How—how about this?" His fingers curl, wrist twisting, and a low groan edges around the corners of my clenched teeth.

"Keep doing that and I won't even last another 5 seconds," I tease, though it's soon turning into another groan when he runs the pad of his thumb over the slit. I must be already leaking because he makes a muffled sound in his throat, doing it again. Yep, I am. I can feel is beading at the tip, sliding down the shaft. But Derek's thumb catches it; wipes it up before it can reach my balls and spreads it around the head.

"God, Stiles," Derek breathes. His whole hand is suddenly gripping me, fingers nestled under the head and thumb rubbing circles over the slit, smearing pre-come everywhere. I muffle a shout, biting my lip.

"D-Derek," I whimper. He side-eyes me; a wink flutters his eyelashes he's before grinning. It's anything but feral. He's stripping my cock before even I have a chance to blink, speedy strokes from root to tip and back up again.

"D-Derek, fuck, ah—go-gonna come!"

Derek's admiring the wet stain slowly blooming on the fabric of my jeans. I can see the hardness in his own jeans, the bulge is sticking out; very easy to notice. I smirk.

"Need some help with that?" I hint at it and he blushes.

"Uh… if you want? I mean, you don't have-"

"Shut up and take your pants off," I order. He obeys, quickly shedding off both his jeans and boxers. His cock is jutting out, head already beading pearly pre-cum. I lick my lips. He counteracts the movement by straddling my hips, his cock rubbing pre-cum over the flannel of my shirt. It's hot.

"I can move off if you want," he murmurs. I shake my head, catching his lips in a kiss and wrapping a hand around his cock. He makes a high gasp, rocking his hips up in my lap as I stroke him, alternating between twisting my wrist and rolling the head around in my palm. His breathing is starting to hitch and stutter, hips twitching with each thrust, and I know he's close.

"Go on Derek, come. Come in my hand, baby. I know you want to; you're aching for release," I whisper, biting down on his bottom lip, the sharp pain enough to send him tumbling over the edge, keening loudly, hips jerking wildly as he comes all over hand.

"Wow that was something." Derek said, smiling.

"Yeah it was." I said.

Before I knew it it was time for Derek to head home. I cooked me some dinner and went to bed at 9.