1.1
Stiles wakes up and then snuggles next to Derek with his hand clasping Derek's softly. He hums like a child satisfied with his toy. Derek was still asleep and Stiles cannot help but smile just looking at the calm look of his. If only Stiles sleeps that way, but no, the usual sleeping pose he, or rather people, find him in is a half drooling man. He's glad that last night was not filled with snores, for Derek will kick him out of the room without consideration towards feelings. The sight before him makes Stiles want to kiss his lips so badly.
He hears the vibration of the table covering Derek's calm breathing and Stiles looks up to see Derek's phone ringing. He scrunches his eyebrows confusedly. Surely Saturdays are days where Derek don't work. The library usually operates half its day. He picks the phone up and blinks in process when he sees that the caller is unknown. Who would call him?
He slides the phone to the answer icon and presses the phone next to his ear. He sits up, with his whole body now sat at the lower half of the mattress, where Derek's bare legs are. "Hello?" he asks. His eyes widen by a fraction when he hears a slight change of breathing at the other end of the receiver and then repeats his previous salutation.
"Who's this?" the person replies, with some sort of harshness growing out of the lady's voice. It can't be Laura. Even Stiles will know the sound of her voice right of the bat.
"Stiles," he replies, "Derek's boyfriend. Who's this?" Before he can get his answer, he hears the phone click shut, and Stiles lowers the phone and stares at it in disbelief. The phone vibrates again, and Stiles immediately answers without a second to waste.
"We need to meet," orders the voice.
~RETURN~
Stiles lowers the phone by his side the moment the lady tells him everything that he needs to know about their eventual meeting, eve the part where he is told not to appraise Derek about it. He looks at Derek and then the phone, before bending over the table to place the phone back. He lays next to Derek, and starts thinking of what or who this person may be. An old flame? Possible; otherwise she wouldn't have had her breath gone to a gasp. And if so, why so secretive about her identity, especially the number. Surely old flames get together to reconcile or have a good time together.
He hears Derek waking up and he shifts his body to meet Stiles, with his arm now draped over Stiles' bare torso. He tucks his nose into Stiles' neck and he can feel the assail of kisses sensually and slowly kissing his neck and collarbone. Stiles moves and hugs Derek by the side, and captures his lips, ignoring the morning breath of his. He will probably never get tired of kissing Derek, even though he's his first. He just basically lost part of his virginity - if stroking his length till he comes, count - to him in the bathroom last night, and there's this unwritten high that he wants to boast about, but probably never will since that will just give him weird looks, and some people exclaiming TMIs, even Scott.
"I have something to tell you," says Stiles. He chose to ignore the lady's orders of not informing Derek. What good will that do anyway? The lady isn't someone to demand a ransom from him. If she were one, she wouldn't have lost her shit and hang up before calling again. If anything, it sounds like she was desperate and then crumbling, if that makes any sense. The kissing stop and Derek looks at Stiles worriedly. Derek never likes these moments, where when there's something great, there's bound to be something that pulls him back to square one. He loathes those moments.
"Someone called. Just a few minutes ago before you woke up," he summarizes, "She asked me to see her. Today," Derek looks at him, wondering why would anyone request for Stiles if she had to go through Derek's phone, "And she's told me not to tell you of this, but I don't think she's in any position to tell me what to do. If she has conditions, then I have mine. And I thought that, since we're together," he twines his fingers with Derek's, "I figure that trust is something we should have. Coz I don't think you take well with secrets between us,"
Stiles kisses Derek slowly, hoping that the note of his words were punctuated well deep into Derek's mind. He straddles over Derek, indifferent to the fact that they are now naked under the sheets. Derek moves his hands through Stiles' limbs and clasps onto his shoulder. He kisses back with the same speed, letting their tongues each other. Stiles can feel his heart beating rapidly and their nudity only increases the adrenaline pumped into him.
Stiles wants more than just kissing and with Derek's length growing harder by the second, Derek starts aligning his cock to his butt crack. He brushes the girth of his cock by the crease and Stiles gasps in the kiss, like the contact - bare of any slickness - feels just reminiscent of a bucket of cold water being dumped on him.
"Wh-what are you doing?" asks Stiles. Stupid him, he knows what Derek's doing. He's dry humping him, yet the question comes out of his goddamn mouth anyway.
Derek pulls back and stares at Stiles' honey brown eyes. He can read that Stiles is nervous but yet wants him to continue anyway. He moves his hand to Stiles' bare hips and moves to the extent that Derek is not straddling him. He kisses Stiles' lips with passion and Stiles runs his fingers through Derek's soft ebony hair. Their tongues fought but Derek's back pocket experience allowed him to tip the scales to his favor. Stiles relaxes as Derek takes control and the anticipation of what's to come only intensifies.
Derek moves his lower half slowly, grinding their lengths to slight pain. Stiles is getting hard as Derek gets bolder with his rubbing and Derek moves his lips to his collarbone. He nips the thin skin of his collarbone, and Stiles gives lipped moan at the feeling of being possessively marked. The thrusts don't stop, however, and Stiles can feel some sort of slickness between the two lengths going against each other.
Derek lowers himself down to Stiles' nipple where its almost as hard as a pebble. He licks one of it, and sends a riveting sensation to Stiles. He gasps his moan and whimpers when Derek starts nibbling on it. Derek has never done it with a man, and the moans that Stiles sends out to his ear give him more audacious attempts to progress and not stop. He twines his finger with Stiles and nips the nipple harder, and the moans get louder and more shameless.
He kisses the treasure trail of his and then buries his nose into Stiles' private parts. He inhales deeply and revels at the natural odor. He looks at Stiles from his viewpoint, and can see Stiles whimpering miserably of the receding mouth work that Derek is giving him. He licks the tip with a swipe on Stiles' tip and Stiles tries to contain himself when he moans surprisingly loud.
"Holy shit," gasps Stiles. Derek takes his length and sucks on it with eagerness. Stiles' heart beats with unfounded pressure, and the more Derek sucks, the more rapid and fragile his chest is becoming. His heart beats as if someone's going to barge in their door. Derek doesn't stop and the eye contact he holds with Stiles makes the thought in his mind more delusional. Derek's attempts become harder and Stiles holds on to Derek's hair tighter, bringing a muffled moan from the older man. He licks the underside of Stiles' length and Stiles give a shameful, pleasuring moan at the feeling. First time sex for Stiles, anyway.
Derek can feel his cock pulsing with wet pre-come and the feeling along with Stiles' soughs make him braver to get more out of him. He can feel his mind going a little haywire, like the sex is controlling his body rather than the opposite. He moves his hand to Stiles' nipple and circles it. He can feel Stiles' body shivering in pleasure. He gets more daring when he moves the said finger just millimeters away from Stiles' hole.
"Fuck, you're really doing it? Shit, shit," mumbles Stiles. His words get incoherent when Derek finally prods the hole and looks up to see the younger man getting into the feeling. He lets go of Stiles length with a pop and moves his mouth to the hole. He licks it and Stiles jerks forward, almost hitting Derek's face. "Fuck, sorry," flusters Stiles. Derek moves up and kisses Stiles' lips, and then moves back down, this time; he holds and grips Stiles' hind legs. He licks it slowly and moves the tongue upward to the end of his butt crack and the more he feels Stiles writhing by doing things like having his voice crack with each speaking attempt, or sensing the bedsheets being pulled towards him, a little repetition is done to satisfy his hearing needs. He knows that Stiles is feeling a little awkward, but then again, first sex has always been awkward.
"Hey, hey," says Stiles when he feels Derek's teeth biting on the cheeks of his butts, "You're supposed to love the merchandise, not abuse it!" Derek moves upward once more and kisses the young man, letting their tongues crash for a moment, "Do it,"
"You sure?" asks Derek. Asking the question only makes his mind a little crazier, since his slick length is just waiting to claim its partner's hole.
"With the lube and condoms we bought few weeks ago? Totally," comments Stiles. Derek kisses the jawline of Stiles then sits up. He sees his cock leaking almost profusely and the idea of going bareback is just tempting for Derek. But this is Stiles' first time, and he has to feel obligated to respect it. He moves to the drawer, where it holds the lube and condoms that they had purchased and opens a pack of the condom, where he feels the cold liquid on his fingertips. He slides it on his length and props Stiles' legs, where his hole is waiting for Derek's tip. He sees Stiles taking in deep breaths; comporting himself to tell that sex is normal, and fun. A little painful, but fun, right?
Derek wastes no time and enters into Stiles. Stiles' almost complains at the feeling but bites back his word to prevent Derek from second guessing his endeavors. Derek moans loudly when he feels the warmth of Stiles' hole and moves slowly, hoping that the lube that came with the condom was enough. He slides out and then back in. This goes on for a few times, before Stiles gives a loud moan. Derek tries again, and his moan become throatier and Derek grins.
He bends down and tucks his head next to Stiles' head, his thrusts never-ending. He relishes at Stiles' moans and moans whenever his thrusts become bolder. The sensation just makes want to try other methods but knowing the two of them, their time together almost seem inexhaustible.
"Fuck, Derek. Ca-Can't, hold much- ll-longer," stutters Stiles. Derek hears it, but doesn't reply to the litany of words that comes out of Stiles' mouth. His plunges get harder and the hands on Stiles nipple gives him the clear to let go. Stiles cries out his release and Derek can feel the coolness of his come touching his stomach. He keeps going and he soon comes with a growl. He comes in the condom and slides out, removing the latex out of his length; tossing it to the bin placed just centimeters away from the bed. He can see the white liquid covering the length and moves his finger to it, taking a lick of the taste. He sees Stiles moaning upon the sight and pulls Derek down to catch his lips in a heated kiss. Stiles can taste the faint bitterness as he cups Derek's face, and hums longingly.
~RETURN~
The pan sizzles audibly and the two had just finished their showering, with Stiles complaining how painful his hip feels. Derek could only bury his face deep into Stiles' hair in response, and Stiles figured that the pain is little to be squeamish about. Forget the temporary pain, he just lost his virginity; something that Stiles can't help but boast and be giddy about. Derek rolls his eyes affectionately, and both agreed that their make out session should not be out to Laura, for they will both never hear the end of it. They both groan intermittently when they thought of the countless ways Laura can rub it in their faces.
Stiles is sitting down on the chair with his attention paid towards the phone of his. No messages, no calls, nothing. His dad did tell him to call once every few days, and is thankful too, because New York and Beacon Hills have a three-hour discrepancy. It may be 11 in New York but Beacon Hills will be filled with the sheriff expressing his annoyance of being woken up by his son; particularly when his son just had sex with someone as enigmatic as the Hales.
"So what about the lady on the phone? Should I meet her?" asks Stiles while he spins his phone bored. Derek nods at Stiles, thinking that the silent calls that he has been experiencing should stop and getting a new number would be a real hassle. He doesn't have a lot of people in his contacts, but the number is enough to bring Derek to an inconvenience.
"I figure we should meet her. I don't like the idea of being stalked by someone who's too afraid to give me more than a word," he places the bacon strips on the plate; then passing it to Stiles where picks it up and takes a bite of it. He nods upon hearing the suggestion, and personally, someone stalking their relationship feels more than a deterrent to their relationship. He wonders deeply what the prospect of their encounter will be.
He takes another bite of his bacon.
~RETURN~
Danny is worried.
He wakes up, sees Scott and wakes him up when breakfast is ready, then leaves the place before going to class and then comes back and finds Scott either sleeping or studying. However, today, - as well as the days transpired before that - Scott has been acting different. He's awake before Danny is, and the roles reverse when Scott cooks breakfast for him and pulls Danny out of bed. Danny looks at him, before patting his chest when he's gone; praying that he isn't having a seizure or some dream that he cannot seem to escape.
He looks at Scott's smiling face, who seems like someone had injected (overdose is more like it) with some happy-inducing drug to his system, because Scott has been acting oddly excited over the past few days. Danny gets up from his bed and then walks to the kitchen where he sees the food all plated up for him. He had to admit, the cookery is great and all, but Danny can't seem to shake the unnerving fear of the story behind it.
Sure, Scott has been a great pal, but he has never seen Scott in this light, like he's almost impermeable to anything that can depress him. It's almost. . . refreshing. He sits down and eats the food that Scott had solely prepared, his eyes never leaving Scott. Sure, there are days where he sees Scott as a friend, and good thing that he manages to live with someone who has sensitivity; unlike some men these days. All about the sex and little about the intimacy.
Scott leaves the place and Danny sits alone; wondering what's got Scott so perked up in the morning. Vacation doesn't come in for at least another month and surely that sole reason isn't what got Scott so exuberant.
He takes a bite of his bacon.
~RETURN~
Scott walks in his class and thankful that only Doctor Deaton and some students have arrived. He's not late, not that he has to worry since he woke up earlier than Danny, and manages to cook up breakfast. It was psychological, ever since Isaac's refusal to be with him, he reinforces the mind of his that Isaac matters little to him. He really doesn't matter to me, an example of how Scott manages to get Isaac out of his mind. He pays attention to class and every time Isaac tries to spark up a conversation with him, Scott skillfully meanders away from the conversation, with a line of excuses all lock and loaded for his use. He convinces himself every time that the reaction he receives from Isaac don't matter to him, because that's what the relationship has always been; nothing. Just friends, for now. Distant but friends, just not really friendly for the moment.
The routine is simple, Scott clocks in and then out when he finishes his class, leaving no space for him to give Isaac at least a minute to say what he wants. He shouldn't be the reason that Isaac's causing infidelity, and for what reason too? He's dating someone, and Scott should settle his mark higher, and that's what he's been trying to do. He can see Isaac sneaking glances at him during class and Scott has well honed his skill of ignoring people, something Stiles would be proud of.
Today is no different and he walks in with Deaton smiling at his student. He smiles back and the class begins with Deaton going through their upcoming practical which Deaton has generously decided to reveal some guidelines. Isaac sits behind Scott and his attention has been distracted both by Scott and the guidelines. Scott, however, seem unfazed by the staring. He's busy copying notes, and his attention hasn't been disturbed.
Class ends, with the students leaving and Scott packing his belongings. Isaac slacks behind, trying to wait for the opportunity for Scott to leave so he can talk to him. Deaton has long left the room with his bag and some students have decided to stay behind for a few minutes to chat before the next wave of students come in. Scott finally slings his bag on his shoulder and leaves his seat. Isaac strikes the iron while its hot and manages to catch Scott before leaving.
"Scott," calls Isaac. Scott turns around and looks a bit hesitant to talk with him. One can tell someone's not in the mood for a conversation when he peers his surroundings, like he's waiting for a chance to get out of it. Isaac manages to close onto him and Scott tightens his grip on his bag. Scott can feel his mood disappearing almost instantly but he tries hard to deport himself to a cheery mood. He almost succeeds, if not for the blue eyes looking at him with confrontation. "How are you?"
"I'm great," replies Scott a little too quickly. His eyes won't meet with Isaac's as his eyes were to busy trying to find a path to escape to. Isaac moves his hand towards Scott and Scott flinches upon the contact made. Scott moves back and Isaac lowers his hand when he sees the man back away. Scott still doesn't meet his eyes and his hands grip his bag tighter than before. "Look, I really have to go,"
"Is this about last time?" asks Isaac, "Because I can tell yo-,"
"Nope," cuts Scott, "I really have to go. Look, great talking but Danny and I, uh, w-we have a d-date. Right, we have a date," Danny is going to kill him for this.
"A date?" asks Isaac. He frowns at him. Not at the act, but the idea of Scott being taken by another man.
"Yeah," perks Scott, "Look," he checks his watch, "I really have to go," and walks out of Isaac's way quickly. He runs off, leaving Isaac frowning in disapproval. He can feel his mind wiring in anger over the act. An act sure, but effective at best.
~RETURN~
He walks back to the dormitory, with his bag still slung on his shoulder. He knows that Danny doesn't have class today, and he probably have no reason to anyway, knowing that Danny is smart as hell. What kind of hacker would he be if he wasn't smart? Scott hurriedly walks back, in disbelief that he had just used a ruse to tell Isaac that he's dating Danny. He has no feelings, especially intimate ones with Danny.
Do I? I mean, sure Danny's hot and all. He's nice, he's got the looks, and I mean. . . Gosh, what am I saying?
He opens the door and sees Danny, shirtless. Scott marvels at the set of abs that Danny has and wonders what does he do besides going to class. If all those days in lacrosse back in high school weren't enough, Scott wouldn't know what is considered 'enough'. Danny is busy typing with his attention seemingly carefree as the laptop is placed on top of those taut muscles. The lower half of his body is covered by his pants and Scott walks inside and sets his bag down, and sits down on his bed; his eyes never moving away from Danny. If only Scott didn't have thoughts of Danny in more than just a friend kind of manner, then maybe he wouldn't be finding himself to be a peeping Tom.
If only.
"What's up?" greets Danny, his eyes not really giving attention to Scott (thankfully).
"I told Isaac we're dating," blurts Scott dumbly. Scott slaps his forehead in retaliation after saying it out. It gets even more intense when Scott starts laughing nervously and abruptly, like he just told the funniest joke of the century. Danny stares at him, his reaction, however, seems to be the opposite of Scott's. He frowns with worry and settles his laptop down on the bedside table, then walking to Scott. He holds Scott's hand, and can see Scott settling down and more or less shutting down when the bout of laughter subsided subsequently.
Scott breathes in, and grips Danny's hand with some pressure. He can feel himself composing momentarily before sighing deeply at his past behavior. "I mean. You're really attractive, Danny, and knowing what I just blurt out to Isaac like a few minutes ago changes my mind about you. I feel like an idiot,"
They don't talk for a moment, their hands still touching each other in silent solace. Danny can hear that Scott seems to be calming down, and the deep breathing that Scott does helps him to find the equilibrium that he had been needing for the day. Scott closes his eyes to collect his thoughts before looking at the window, where the day seems to still go on despite his momentary breakdown.
"I'm sorry," says Scott.
"It's alright. I mean, it's not like you really have feelings for me, right? It's just the breakdown talking to you,"
"Yeah," chuckles Scott, "It's just the breakdown, I guess," He tightens Danny's hand once more, hoping that maybe what Danny suggested was in fact true. Scott thinks for a moment. Maybe it had been the breakdown, but to be truthful, the time he had spied on Danny while he was showering and the attraction he had been harboring in silence only solidifies the time where Danny has been sort of a soulmate for him, excusing the belated epiphany of course. Not to mention the times where Danny follows him to places despite the hassle. He looks at Danny, who gives him a smile and Scott can't help but feel like kissing those lips of his. He can't believe what those thoughts lead him to.
He really does like Danny, and he really wants to kiss him.
So he does.
He catches Danny's lips with unfound confidence, and cups his face with his free hand. Danny kisses back and Scott really knows a good kisser when he feels the partner takes the rest of the job with his own style. He pushes Danny down onto the floor gently and lets his hand explore the skin of Danny's torso. The firmness is unimaginable as he finally slithers his hands from the torso to all the way to the hands of his, interlocking them as they kiss languidly. From the pressing of their lips to the swipe of a tongue, it didn't take long for the both of them to have a tango of tongue s.
~RETURN~
They left the apartment with their hands locked. They passed the landlord, who is as surly as he can be, surprised when he looks at the couple. Never thought that he would play the matchmaker in his life. They left the building and were unsurprised of the crowd outside. They walk away, not really in the mood for the Camaro being in use. Don't get them wrong; having a vehicle is great but with New York being a metropolis of vehicles rather than buildings, pollution is safe to say delayed without their partaking of driving for today. Besides, the place mentioned isn't as far as it seems to be.
Derek holds onto Stiles' hand; never letting go of the younger man. Stiles busily occupies himself with the city, as if every day there's something different about the city. That's the thing about New York, you will never see things at a single angle. Every time you look at something, be it the same thing you see or not, there's always a different perspective or idea about that particular thing, and you can never realize whether it's new or not, whether it has been there for a long time or just recently placed. Derek internally smiles at Stiles' wandering eyes, and if it were a night setting, Derek wouldn't have to mind the people walking past or towards them.
They arrive at the place told, and it's alright, a coffee lounge with little people inside. It has brick walls as the interior setting, with tables and chairs thin as sticks for furniture and baristas walking around and conversing with the customers. Neither Derek nor Stiles have been here, and they walk in carefully. Though the crowd seem non-threatening and are of normal citizens, Stiles and Derek look like a couple of fishes out of water. They look around, but also feeling like a couple of idiots because they have no idea who they are meeting.
"You sure this is the place?" asks Derek, clearly annoyed.
"Positive. Look if no one is here, then mind as well we get out of here and just have the day to ourselves, alright?" suggest Stiles. Derek nods and not long after the suggestion comes a lady carrying a bag dressed in florals. Derek squints his eyes at the lady and mentally groans at the lady wishing that his nightmare would just stay nothing more than an illusion.
"Paige," says Derek grimly.
"Hello, Derek, Stiles,"