Note: This is one of the longest chapter I ever made. Enjoy! I'm posting a short outtake for the club scene as well.
Stiles stirred in his slumber and grumbled sleepily as the sound of the front door creaking open and close filled his ears.
"Stiles." John voiced, pushing on his son shoulder, trying to wake him up.
The teen blinked a few times before fully opening his eyes to meet his father's tired, confused stares.
"Wha-what, what is it dad? Can't you see I'm sleeping?" Stiles replied groggily, as he readjusted his position, trying to grab his pillow, only to realize his pillow was nowhere to be found.
"Why are you sleeping on the couch?" John asked perplexed.
Stiles sleepily rubbing the back of his neck and licked his dry chaps as he scanned his surroundings, realizing he had fallen asleep on the living room couch.
"No wonder my neck feels like I was sleeping on a damn stiff board." Stiles moaned as he sat up.
"Stiles, What did I tell you about drinking?" His father asked, clearly upset with the set up on the coffee table.
Stiles glanced down and tensed up seeing the many empty beer bottles all over the table along with the opened pizza box with one forgotten and now very cold slice of pepperoni pizza.
He blushed remembering the not so innocent kissed he shared with Derek.
"Umm… well…I, I mean Derek and I… umm…" Stiles struggled to say.
John brought his hand up to his face and through closed eyes, rubbed his forehead in stress.
"Forget Stiles. I'm too tired to wait for your excuse. I'm going to sleep, clean this stuff up. I don't want to see this still here when I wake up." John lectured as he pointed a finger in Stiles face.
"Yes sir." Stiles replied disappointedly.
John headed on his way to the stairs but stopped short turning back to his son who was working on collecting the many beer bottles into his arms.
"And Stiles, this discussion isn't over."
"I didn't think it was." Stiles groaned as his dad headed to bed.
Stiles loaded the bottles in his arms, walking very slowly and carefully so not to drop and break any bottles.
He entered the kitchen with his hands full and froze seeing Derek was already at the kitchen table drinking some coffee.
Their eyes met and all became tense.
Stiles nervously cleared his throat and said the first thing that popped into his head.
"That was some game match last night huh?" He voiced, forcing a grin.
Derek arched an eyebrow looking at Stiles as if he was crazy.
Before anything else could be said a beer bottle slipped out of Stiles grip and fell, shattering on the floor.
"Oh shit!" He exclaimed.
"I got it. Go ahead and toss the rest in the recycling bin before we end up with a glass obstacle course around here." Derek said calmly, getting up from his seat and heading over to the broom and dustpan.
Stiles walked around his mess and made his way to the trash can as Derek grabbed the broom.
"Oh and Stiles?"
"Yeah?" Stiles asked intrigued, turning to face Derek.
"By toss I mean place them gently inside." Derek lectured before moving over to the mess on the ground and began to sweep up the broken shards of glass.
Stiles eyed Derek in annoyance wanting nothing more than to roll his eyes at him but Derek had his back to him so he ignored the urge and did as told, one by one carefully placing the bottles in the bag.
After the rest of the bottles were safely bagged and the glass was all scooped up, Stiles took the opportunity to say what he really wanted to say.
"Listen Derek, about yesterday… I just want apologize. I don't know what came over me." Stiles said nervously.
"Forget it, we both drank too much and suffered the repercussions." Derek replied flatly, before bringing his cup of coffee back to his lips.
"Yeah, but did we really suffer? I mean it was pretty awesome." Stiles said smugly.
Derek tensed up mid sip feeling uncomfortable.
"Stiles." He warned, as he sat his cup down on the table.
"I'm sorry. I'll stop talking now."
"Hello! Anybody home?" Braeden called out from the other room, shutting the front door behind her.
"In the kitchen babe!" Derek replied.
"Babe?" Stiles mumbled under his breath a little irritated at the thought Derek had given his girlfriend a pet name.
"There is my little Der-bear." Braeden said with a grin on her face as she came over to Derek taking a seat in his lap, draping her arms around his neck.
Derek snickered just as their lips met in a kiss.
The same lips that were just of last night, hungrily wrapped around Stiles mouth enjoying the feel on his tongue and taste of his flesh.
"I think I'm going to be sick." Stiles voiced at the scene in front of him.
Braeden giggled as they parted lips.
"Morning to you too Stiles."
"Don't mind him. He's not much of a morning person." Derek said, before giving Braeden's exposed shoulder a quick peck.
Seeing how openly affectionate Derek was with Braeden, hurt. Stiles felt a tug on his chest at the scene before him. He craved for Derek to be that open affectionately and that comfortable and content with him.
He thought they were making progress, that one day Derek would realize Stiles was the one for him. However, after seeing how Derek was acting the night after they had a fully on make out session it was clear that Stiles thoughts were purely fantasy.
Derek still wanted his girlfriend. The thought made Stiles cringe.
"Hello, earth to Stiles." Derek said, waving a hand in his face.
Stiles shook the thoughts from his head and glance over at the pair sitting at the kitchen table. Braeden still favoring Derek's lap over a chair of course, but who could blame the girl, the man was gorgeous and built like a rock, yet cozy as fuck, from what Stiles could remember from their many run ins, their hug and make out session the other night.
"What?" Stiles said, clueless.
"Braeden was asking if you wanted to join us." Derek stated amused.
Join them? Like a threesome? What the fuck? Derek isn't kinky like that, is he? Am I? Braeden wouldn't let that slide would she? Stiles thought silently.
"Umm…I'm not sure?" Stiles voiced uncertain, not even knowing what the question was.
"Oh come on Stiles, it will be fun and you'll get to meet my friend Erica."
Stiles eyes widened at the discovery.
Another person is joining the kink party? A foursome? Is that really a thing? He thought.
"Erica?" Stiles asked curious.
"Yeah, she's great, you will love her. She is a knock out blonde and a bit edgy, she's closer to your age."
"She sounds…nice?" Stiles replied, not sure what else to say.
"Great, then it's settled, tonight we are going to go club hopping with you and Erica." Braeden claimed with a pleasant smile on her face.
"Okay, sure…wait, club hopping?" Stiles said confused and completely unprepared.
"Yeah, it will be fun. Hold on, I'm going to call Erica right now and say we are a go for tonight." Braeden replied excitedly before getting up from Derek's lap, heading out the room with her phone in hand.
"Umm… just out of curiosity, what does club hopping consists of?" Stiles asked nervously.
"Not much, just drinking, dancing and mingling." Derek answered.
"Drinking." Stiles repeated, lighting up at the fact.
Derek gave him a stern look.
"Forget it Stiles, your too young."
"Oh, come on. You're the one that said it."
"I meant the ones old enough to drink, drink. For you, it's strictly water or soda."
"That's so wrong on so many levels." Stiles voiced pouting which caused Derek to crack up laughing.
"You'll get used to it."
Stiles couldn't figure out what he was more excited about, meeting an attractive girl, hanging out with Derek or the possibility that if Derek is drinking, Stiles might have a chance of a repeat performance of last night. Then again, Derek would be there with his girlfriend so maybe not.
Stiles shrugged off his thoughts and grabbed some clothes from his closet to change into.
It was quite a busy night; the gang had already gone to two different clubs/bars. The first place was a straight up bar much to Stiles disappointment considering he wasn't allowed to drink.
He had to grin and bear it as the other three freely drank their beers and talked. He was tempted once or twice to ask Derek for a sip or just steal his beer when he wasn't looking but stopped himself short not wanting to end up arrested for underage drinking or end up responsible for the gang possibly getting kicked out of the place.
Erica grabbed Stiles attention away from the alcohol pulling him into a conversation or rather just talking about her likes and dislikes. She would ask him a question here and there but mostly talked about herself. Which Stiles couldn't really blame her for it, he wasn't being very talkative.
Erica was a very attractive girl with ruby red colored lips and golden blonde wavy locks. She had caramel brown eyes and big knockers that made their presence known in her cheetah print, skin tight dress. She would normally be someone Stiles would go for but she was nothing compared to Derek's beauty.
The second place was yet again another bar thought unlike the first bar that was sophisticated and only seemed to carry the light stuff, like beer, wine and champagne, they carried the hard liquor. They also had more of a club feel with music full of beats and bass playing in the background. There was a small dance floor too.
"Let's take a shot Erica." Braeden said grabbing the glass of liquor that was slide to her by the bartender.
"I'm down with that." Erica replied eagerly picking up her shot.
"To a kickass night." Braeden said raising her glass in the air, clinking it with her friends.
"Here-here." Erica replied, as they brought the liquor to their mouths, taking the shot back like pros.
"Your turn." Stiles said eying Derek's beer.
"I don't like hard liquor."
"Hey, bartender, we need another shot over here!" Stiles called out.
"You got I.D.?" He asked.
"It's not for me. It's for my bro here." I announced, patting Derek's shoulder.
"Stiles, I told you, I don't like hard liquor." Derek replied stubbornly, as the bartender slide a new shot over to Derek.
"What are you, a pussy?" Stiles teased, earning a couple chuckles from the girls and a stern look from Derek.
Stiles smirked and arched an eyebrow challenging him.
Derek raised the glass up, showing Stiles it's content before bringing it back in one shot.
He made a grimace face for a second and then brought his beer to his lips to wash the after taste away.
"That wasn't so hard now, was it?" Stiles voiced, giving Derek's arm a nudge.
"Easy for you to say, you haven't tasted it."
Stiles chuckled.
By the time they got to the actually club, they were buzzed, well, everyone except Stiles who was stuck drinking coke all night. He had a bit of a sugar rush but that was about it.
They walked inside the darken club full of neon lights and booming dance music.
"Come on Stiles, let's dance!" Erica voiced excitedly.
"Wha-what?!" He replied in a panic as she grabbed his arm, leading him onto the main dance floor.
Stiles freezed up in his spot as Erica seductively swayed her hips back and forth.
"What's wrong?" She asked, bouncing up and down to the beat, causing her chest to jiggle to the beat as well.
"Nothing… I just… I was just admiring your dress. That's some dress." He voiced nervously.
She chuckled moving closer.
"If you like it now, you should see what it looks like on the floor." She voiced sexily, giving him a wink.
"Oh my god!" Stiles replied, feeling completely out of his element.
She snickered as she grabbed one of Stiles limp hands and used it to do a sloppy turn.
Before Stiles could move or even think Derek and Braeden came over.
"You mind if I steal him away Erica?" Derek asked.
"As long as you don't steal sexy away for too long." Erica voiced, giving an air kiss.
Stiles blushed embarrassed.
"Why don't we get some seats at the bar in the meantime Erica." Braeden voiced carefully, seeing her friend was a little buzzed at the moment.
"Great idea, I'm parched."
"I think you had more than enough to drink girl." Braeden said with a chuckled as they made their way through the crowd.
Once Erica and Braeden were out of hearing distance Derek turned his attention back on Stiles.
"What's wrong with you?"
"What do you mean?"
"You were standing on the dance floor like a statue."
"I can't dance."
Derek arched an eyebrow in confusion.
"You said you liked to dance in your room."
"I might have over exaggerated when I said I dance. What I really might to say is I move my head and hands to the beat, vibing along." Stiles clarified.
Derek chuckled.
"It's pretty easy, I'll teach you."
"Really?"
"Sure, now move your feet side to side." Derek instructed.
"I'll look stupid." Stiles voiced feeling insecure, as he eyed all the clubbers among them dancing like pros.
"At first maybe, but it will start to look right. I'll do it right along with you. We will both look stupid together, okay?" Derek said moving side to side as Stiles stood frozen, giving Derek a strange look.
"Come on bro, don't leave me hanging. Do I have to do the old man over bite?" He said biting his bottom lip and making funny faces as he moved side to side.
Stiles chuckled.
"Alright, fine." Stiles replied, starting to move side to side.
"Okay, now move your hips side to side as you move your feet."
"Move my hips?" Stiles asked confused.
"Yeah, like this." Derek said, swaying his waist side to side adding some rhythm to his movements.
"I don't think I can do that."
"Sure you can. Here, I'll help you." Derek voiced, placing his hands on Stiles waist, pushing in on one hip, making Stiles move it inward and then doing the same with the other.
"Follow my movements." Derek instructed.
Stiles swung his hips against the force of Derek's hands side to side.
"There you go." Derek said giving him a smile.
Stiles grinned back.
"Hey, I can move."
Derek snickered and moved closer.
"Okay, now put one leg between mine and the other on the outside and dip inward into me."
"What? I don't know man, that a bit weird, don't you think?"
"Stiles it's dancing. Of course next time you will be doing this with someone of interest but you need to know the steps. Stop being immature and just do it."
"I'm not immature." Stiles replied stubbornly as he got in formation and dipped his hips into Derek's.
"Sure you're not." Derek said sarcastically as he dipped back into Stiles.
It wasn't as bad as Stiles thought it would be. There was still room between them and Derek seemed fine by their closeness, like it was nothing. So maybe he was making a bigger deal than necessary.
He decided to relax and go to the beat of the music playing in the background.
Derek grinned impressed.
"That's it, there you go." He said adjust his hands from Stiles hips to his back, pressing him closer to him till they were pretty much smashed up against each other's lower half.
Stiles gasped feeling his dick rub against Derek inner thigh, stirring it awake. One, two, three thrusts forward and he was hard as a rock.
He curse inside and moved back before Derek could fully feel his hard on.
"What's wrong?" Derek asked.
Stiles spun around as if he was playing around.
"Nothing, I think I got it now. What about when the person dances behind you?"
"It's pretty much the same thing, except you move back instead of forward. Wanna try it?"
"Uh, sure?" Stiles said just moving back and forth in his spot.
Derek moved forward against Stiles back. Stiles panicked and gave him a quick hard bump with his backside throwing him back a bit and causing Derek to bust out laughing.
"Jesus Stiles, you trying to kill me here? You want to move gentle against your partner, not play kung fu with your ass."
"Sorry dude, I don't know what I'm doing."
"That what I'm here for. Just follow my lead." Derek replied, before wrapping his arms around Stiles stomach and pulling him back into his chest.
"Relax and just do what feels right." Derek whispered in Stiles ear, sending chills down his spine.
Stiles closed his eyes trying to calm his nerves as Derek started to grind forward against Stiles ass.
After a few movements from Derek hips Stiles started to lead back into Derek's form and press his ass into Derek's movements, wanting more.
It started out as experimental but shortly after became more intentional and arousing on Stiles end, as he felt leakage from his dick.
Derek's soft, barely there grinds became hard and forceful and Stiles could feel something hard against his ass.
He could hear Derek panting against his ear.
Holy fuck, Derek was just as turned on as he was.
Stiles bite his bottom lip to keep from moaning out as he rotated his ass, getting a better feel of Derek hard cock against his cheeks. He could feel Derek's hardness press up against his crack.
Derek's nails dug into Stiles waist as he grinded against his ass, huffing against the teen's ear. Both Lost in their own world. They were practically dry humping on the dance floor.
It wasn't until moment later that the song changed to an upbeat one and they parted ways.
Stiles squeezed his legs together trying to keep his control in check.
"I need some fresh air after that," Stiles joked, trying to break the awkwardness.
"Me too." Derek voiced.
Stiles sneak a glance at Derek who was looking fine as always and before he could help himself glanced down to his tented pants.
"It's happens." Derek said suddenly, breaking Stiles gaze on his crotch to see Derek staring right at him making him blush embarrassed.
"What?"
"Getting excited, it's bound to happen when you're dancing closely and you're in a heated room vibing to the music. It's nothing to be ashamed of or read into." He said giving Stiles shoulder a pat before passing him, heading over to the bar area where Braeden and her friend was, leaving a confused and torn Stiles on the floor.
Stiles came over to the bar covering his junk in his hands.
Derek was hugging his girl and kissing her neck as she talked to her friend.
"There you are. We saw you getting down on the dance floor out there." Braeden said.
Stiles blushed.
"Want to dance some more?" Erica asked.
"Maybe later. I'm going to use the bathroom." Stiles said, thinking maybe he could rub one out as disgusting and desperate as it seemed. He was that close to losing it, with every brush of his pant fabric against his sensitive, aroused dick.
"I'll go with you. I need to take a leak myself." Derek said making Stiles tense up.
Great, just great. He thought.
"Don't be too long." Braeden said playful.
"I won't." Derek replied, smirking at her and giving a wink before wrapping an arm around Stiles neck as they walked towards the bathroom.
Stiles thought maybe he could go into a stall but nope, as luck would have it there were only two stalls and one was out of order and the other was occupied which meant he was going to have to pee using a urinal, at least pretend to.
There were six urinals. Stiles went down to the end thinking Derek would take the first one to give them space but nope, to Stiles surprise and bad luck Derek took the urinal right next him.
Stiles tried to calm himself as he heard Derek zipper.
Fuck this is really happening. He thought. I'm about to see Derek's cock.
"So, how do you like Erica?" Derek asked as he pulled his pants down somewhat, showing his white briefs that outline his cock.
Stiles looked away panicked, staring at the wall ahead as Derek made movements to take his dick out.
"Umm, she okay. I don't know. It's a little too early to tell."
"Yeah, I guess you're right."
Stiles glanced over and gasped seeing the pink head of a healthy and hardy cock pop out from hiding.
"Damn, I hate when I feel like I have to go but than nothing comes out. Don't you?" Derek asked turning his head to face Stiles who looked back at the wall.
"Uh huh, yup."
Stiles found it hard to concentrate knowing he had the pink, hard cock grinding against his ass just minutes ago. He could still feel the familiar poke of it against his cheeks.
"Don't you have to pee? You're not even unzipped?"
"Oh yeah, right. I guess I was lost in our conversation."
Derek chuckled as he turned to the front.
Stiles nervously unzipped his jeans and let his hard cock tip out of its underwear confinement.
"Come on." Derek said giving his cock a few tugs as Stiles bite his lower lip, watching.
Suddenly he started to pee.
"There we go." Derek said satisfied releasing himself.
He glanced over at Stiles.
Try tugging on your cock a bit to relieve the tense. Sometimes it helps to get you to pee."
Stiles gripped himself, he waited till Derek was looking away to give himself a couple strokes.
He was so close to cumming.
He stopped touching himself as soon as Derek finished peeing, looking over at him as he shook his junk off before placing it in his jeans with a simi.
"What's wrong?" Derek asked.
"I guess I'm shy."
Derek snickered.
"Alright, I'll see you out there." He said after he finished washing his hands and headed out the door.
"Fuck." Stiles breathed against the cool tile wall just as he heard a toilet flush.
He quickly tucked himself inside his jeans and headed to the sink pretending to be finishing as he waited for the other dude to wash his hands and leave, before jetting to the stall and jerking off full force. After four or five thrust he came into the toilet.