Red Like Your Eyes
CH 12
Notes: I had to split the chapter into two because it was too long. Enjoy!
Stiles watched as Erica's car drove off into the dark night and the quiet stillness of Beacon Hills resumed. He struggled upstairs, his feet dragging clumsily, like a freshly turned zombie and he tossed himself onto his bed, kicking off his shoes and finally crawling under the covers.
The conversation between him and Danny, albeit short had impacted him more than anything, like a ton of bricks right in his heart. The past few weeks had been insane, so many things transpiring that it was still making his head swirl with the constant twists into unknown rabbit holes. His heart, that muscle that hadn't really fluttered in years had awakened and left him in a tangle of emotions. Danny's statement seemed to have pushed everything he was trying to avoid right up to the forefront of his consciousness.
"Says your heart." Stiles murmured sloppily running a hand down into his pants. He sighed knowing that he couldn't fall asleep without the stupid man on the first floor.
"Stupid wolf." Stiles groaned as he felt his body reacting to the visuals that his mind had conjured from his memory banks, making him hot and bothered. The immense amount of alcohol he had consumed trying to keep up with the pack and their accelerated metabolism had left him loose and inhibited, even carefree and he decided to take inebriation by the hand and take a little dance. He stood and slowly padded downstairs, his mind floating in a happy daze. When he got to the bottom of the stairs he pulled off his jeans and thick hooded jacket along with his t-shirt leaving him in a pair of black boxer briefs.
He turned the corner and ventured to Derek's door, pushing it open slowly to find two red irises staring at him in the dark. For some reason they weren't scary anymore.
In fact they were kind of sexy.
"You have a good time" Derek's sleep riddled voice came.
"Mmm." Stiles nodded crawling into his bed.
"Good."
"Very good." Stiles echoed running a hand over Derek's bare chest causing the wolf to flinch at his touch. He turned while dragging Derek's hand around his waist so they were spooning tightly.
"Stiles what are you doing?" Derek spoke sternly.
Stiles tilted his head back with a quiet moan, arching his back giving Derek an open invitation.
"What?"
"Don't move." Derek whispered in warning, his voice choked. "Stay still. Just give me a minute." Derek spoke in a clipped tone into his ear.
Stiles smiled to himself. Didn't the stupid realize that he never listened? Stiles didn't know if it was the alcohol or just being so sexually frustrated that made him ignore the alpha's warnings but he didn't care. The wolf should have known that by now,
"You mean, don't move like this?" Stiles teased in a seductive whisper arching his back.
Derek let out a rumble like oncoming thunder, pressing elongated fangs against the soft skin of his neck.
"Stop."
"Stop what?" Stiles asked in a silky tone gently pushing back down and shuddering when he felt the thick length against his ass.
"Stiles" Derek growled quietly. "I told you to stop." He halted the boys movements but holding him in place tightly, on hand on his hips and the other around his chest. Stiles snickered drunkenly, was that all the alpha had? Stiles had been approached by worse; he turned his head slightly and licked the row of sharp teeth that had appeared making Derek shudder at the display.
He laid his head back on the pillow and bared his neck against the stubbled jaw the way he had seen Scott and the rest of the pack do breathing out softly like some sort of 50s pin up.
"Jesus fucking Christ" Derek snarled, his wolf taking over, he yanked down the thin fabric of Stiles boxer briefs exposing his creaming soft flesh to the night air. Derek growled hungrily in need.
"This what you want?" Derek demanded "Huh? You want me deep inside of you? Making love to you till you're too tired to run?" He echoed into Stiles ear causing Stiles to lose the little control he had.
"Stup. Stuuu. Dumb wolf." He managed out. "All talk… no action." Stiles flushed arching back. And it was too much for Derek to handle, he was on the same drunken plane that Stiles was on, the boy's pheromones invading his senses and causing him to give in to his desires.
"So fucking disobedient. Never listening to what anyone says." Derek snarled pulling down his own pants, his member bouncing up in its release from its confines.
"Huuuurry stupid wolf." Stiles whined arching back again. "You've been wanting a piece since I got here. What are you waiting for?"
"Oh don't you worry, I'm going to be all the way in a minute" Derek muttered against his captive's skin, causing Stiles to moan like a harlot.
"Is this what you wanted? Me inside of you? That why you're always so mad? Or should I say sad? You need someone holding you? Taking care of you?" Derek growled lowly, the rumbling making Stiles' skin flush at the expressions of desire.
"Mmmm. hurrrieeeee. "Stiles sputtered, now drunk off Derek's arousal combined with his own.
"You could have just asked" Derek growled thickly, Stiles' increased desire making him lose even more control. He felt like he was drunk off the boy's sweet smell, his sense keening from the need and desire.
Suddenly Derek was all the way in. Stiles breathed deeply, adjusting to the fullness. "Oh my God."
"I'm inside you" Derek marveled against his neck, causing Stiles to tilt back and kiss his lips. "And I'm not going anywhere." Somewhere in Stiles' haze, the words struck him like arrows into his heart. He was there.
"Derek move" Stiles continued and Derek complied slowly moaning in and out at the sensations he felt.
"This is exactly what you wanted" Derek rumbled. "Is this why you're always angry"
"Yus. Always angree. You mean. To me." Stiles moaned loudly.
"No I'm not. I… you just push my buttons." And even as high as he was, he couldn't say it, he didn't dare. Instead he kissed along the boys nape, his hair, his groin, and inhaled his own scent off of Stiles' skin.
"This what you want? Me leaving my seed in you? So you'll have to stay with me? Raising my cubs?" Derek continued, the back of his mind telling him to shut up but his wolf pushing on, rebelling against its human counterpart.
"Yes. Want-you-to-trip. Trap me". Stiles hiccupped. "Want toooooooo stay. Withyou. Want ya to keep me." He dragged out in a string of incoherent babble.
And Derek was gone, the smell of Stiles arousal was covering him and his needs broke forward veering ahead like a runaway train. They made love all over Derek's dark bedroom in all sorts of positions, Stiles on his back, Stiles riding on top, Derek standing up, as Stiles rode him, their lips never more than a few inches apart, Stiles' name rolling off his tongue like the sweetest melody.
They kissed hungrily, Stiles even surprising him with his sexual adventurousness, Derek practically roaring into the night when he released inside him.
The lay spent, Derek panting like a dog, his tongue sticking out and his eyes closed after being pushed off the edge yet again.
Stiles smirked, his eye still glazed over from his buzz. He looked at the man next to him, his chiseled jaw, his stone wall of muscled perfection perfectly outlined in the rectangle of light that shone through the window, lit only by the same low hanging crescent moon that had followed him earlier through the woods. Stiles gently laid his head on Derek's chest, a tingle going down his spine as it realized how exhilarating it felt to touch someone who would never hurt him.
He bit his lip, the alcohol continued supplying him with liquid courage as he gently grasped Derek's length in his hand, slowly stroking it back to life.
Derek whined in protest though his body responded to every one of Stiles' touches. Stiles gently dropped sloppy wet kisses on Derek's body watching as Derek filled back out to full mast, his length standing proudly and he gasped as he felt Stiles body envelope him in velvety heat.
His eyes flashed open, bleeding red in the darkness of his bedroom.
"You little."
"Slut?" Stiles finished his thought with a purr.
"No. you're beautiful" Derek managed out looking into his eyes.
Derek watched as Stiles pleasured himself, his rough hands touching the soft skin, watching as Stiles groaned at his own movements.
He slowly took over, his body covering the boys, exploring his mouth in filthy tongue soaked kisses, until he drove the boy into a toe curling climax.
As dawn approached, they lay tangled up in each other, completely exhausted. Derek's hands holding Stiles securely so he couldn't escape.
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Stiles woke up. Naked. And hung over. He didn't know what hurt more, his head or his body. He showered in Derek's bathroom and ventured into Gracie's room, her eyes opened immediately as he stepped in quietly.
"Hey you, time to get up."
Gracie smiled at him. "You smell happy."
"Um OK." Stiles responded groggily with a blush. She laughed flinging her arms around his shoulders.
"You guys were making monkey noises. Ooh oooh ooh." she exclaimed, imitating them.
"Gracie! No!" Stiles blushed in shock. Gracie laughed at him before pursing her mouth.
"Not funny" Stiles chided. Gracie nodded her head with a muffled smile.
They made their way downstairs where a tired looking Derek was cooking eggs and toast.
"Morning" Stiles muttered suddenly feeling awkward as the memories of the night before flooded back.
"Morning." Derek managed with a small smile.
Derek turned off the stove and laid everything out on the table.
"So I was thinking, we should go for a walk in the woods. There's a trail where no one goes." Derek supplied with a shyness that made him totally endearing..
"Sure" Stiles nodded.
They escaped out the back door and Stiles reveled in the fresh air as Gracie ran ahead of them, on all fours like some sort of human rabbit.
He turned to Derek who seemed to be lost in his own thoughts. Stiles wrapped an arm around him and smiled up to meet his gaze. "We're ok right?" he asked.
Derek nodded slowly.
"Ah I may have said some things last night" he started apologetically.
"Yeah. Me too." Stiles released.
"Are. Are you ok with what I said?" Derek ventured quietly.
"Mhmm." Stiles hummed resting his head on the man's chest, noticing how Derek's pulse quickened. They had skipped several steps in between but for some reason and Stiles liked it that way.
"I. I didn't think I could be with someone again." Stiles continued quietly.
Derek stilled.
"What?"
Stiles looked up. "What? Did I say something wrong?"
"What do you mean again?" Derek pressed on.
"Calm down, I. Just had a bad experience that's all."
"What kind of bad experience?" Derek demanded now looking completely distraught.
"A. A guy who used to work for the juvenile facility forced himself on me. It was a long time ago. I know you're not like that."
Derek's already pale visage drained of any remaining color. His face looked like he had walked upon the scene of a horror movie.
He slowly pushed Stiles away.
"What the hell Stiles." He uttered slowly.
"What?" Stiles responded, looking worried.
"Of all the. Why would you do something like that?" Derek shouted in shock.
"I was trying to open up and share". Stiles cried angrily his headache pounding back at his outburst. And Derek looked distraught realizing that the runaway had actually stopped lying and he was shutting him down at the moment of such a revelation.
"What's the problem?" He asked trying not to let the tears fall.
"I forced myself on you!" Derek responded shaking his head.
"No you didn't. I liked it" Stiles cringed at the look of absolute horror on Derek's face.
"No. I mean I wanted it to" Stiles continued trying to make it better.
Derek ran a hand through his hair. "Why didn't you tell anyone what happened?"
'Because. It sucks. I hate talking about that kind of stuff. It reminds me how much bad shit I've been through."
"I thought I could never be with someone after that. I was still pretty messed up." Stiles explained not understanding why Derek had suddenly flipped out. He was being honest, he wanted to share something from his past and all it had done was make the situation worse, like it always did.
But Derek wasn't listening, he was searching for Gracie.
"Gracie" he barked "come here now." His tone so sharp that anyone who heard it knew he meant business.
Gracie appeared holding a string of wild flowers she was weaving into a head band the way that Erica had showed her. She looked worried.
"What?"
"Let's go."
"We just got here" she pouted.
"No questions." Derek finished curtly. Gracie stared at him and then turned her gaze to Stiles whose expression was now unreadable. The three walked quietly to the house, each minute of silence making Stiles feel more and more uneasy. And Derek finally spoke.
"Go to your rooms. Both of you."
Gracie started walking up obediently but Stiles stayed where he was.
"I'm not going to my room. Don't treat me like a child!" He said thickly. Derek crowded him and grabbed him by the hand, pulling him up.
"No. I'm not going!" Stiles yelled.
At the distress in his voice, Grace ran to them with a growl, showing fangs. "Let go of Sty!"
Derek glared at her, and she quickly retreated, averting her eyes in submission.
"Room now!" He boomed and she went to her room and closed the door.
Derek dragged Stiles and then when he was in arms reach he flung him neatly onto his bed and shut the door with a slam. Stiles kicked it, and tried the knob to no avail.
"You can't keep me in here! I'll scream for help."
Derek slammed Gracie's door shut down the hall and silence fell on the massive house. An hour or so passed and Derek opened the door trying to look anywhere but at him.
"Come out."
"No."
"Stiles!"
"No."
Scott popped his head in. "Hey man" and Stiles blushed at how childish he must have sounded.
"Hi."
Scott walked in and closed the door behind him, his eyes wary.
"Did he do something to you?" He asked quietly.
Stiles shrugged.
"Stiles."
"It's fine."
"You don't look fine" Scott furthered sitting next to him on the bed.
Stiles looked away uninterested in continuing the conversation. Scott sighed.
"Derek called and said that we should get you situated somewhere else for a while." He spoke slowly.
"You've got to be kidding me."
Scott shrugged.
"Just for a little bit. Gracie's almost ready to leave anyway." Scott mumbled quietly, a sadness echoing in his words.
Stiles shook his head bitterly. "Whatever" Stupid asshole. Of course she was almost ready to leave. Scott grabbed the small bag full of whatever clothing he had and walked downstairs with him.
He overheard voices.
"What the hell's going on Derek? I can smell him all over you." Lydia's voice came through, shrill and a little worried.
"Lydia now's not the time." Derek snapped tossing dirty dishes into the sink with a clatter.
"What do you mean now's not the time. Tell me you didn't."
"It's not like that. He's."
"I know exactly what he is. But you know it can't happen now. Could you imagine what would happen?"
The voices stopped and Lydia and Derek walked to meet them at the base of the stairs. Lydia smiled and gave Stiles a quick hug.
"Hey turn that frown upside down."
Scott grabbed Stiles' bag and Lydia led him towards the garage
Once inside he found a brand new Porsche SUV waiting for them, the windows tinted so dark he wondered how many parking tickets the driver had incurred for being that conspicuous. He stepped into the back seat along with Scott as Lydia slid into the passenger's seat opposite Jackson.
Jackson smiled from the driver's seat and Scott put his bags into the trunk as Stiles slipped into the back seat. The blonde beta crinkled his nose immediately, shooting Scott a glance that read 'what the hell'
"So where am I going to now officer?" Stiles snarked quietly, his irritation rising from Jackson's obviousness. Yes he smelt like sex and yes it was their alpha's sex that he had all over him. They all needed to get the hell over it.
"You're just going to hang out at my place for a few days" Jackson returned looking at him through the rear view mirror. As the garage door slowly rolled up and they pulled out, he watched as Gracie waved from her bedroom window. Stiles sighed and looked at the tinted forest outside, completely unsure of what to do.
They drove through the small town until the vehicle eventually slowed and pulled into a sprawling estate with its own gate. He watched as the gates opened slowly and Jackson slowly entered into a long driveway that lead to a spacious garage. When the garage door opened automatically, Stiles saw that several other luxury cars were arranged in display. Was everyone in the pack this loaded?
They piled out of the SUV and Stiles wondered if Jackson had his own bat cave somewhere in the enormous house. Maybe a change of scenery would be a good thing. Gracie would be able to control her wolf soon and they would be gone from this fucked up place. It was true what they had said back in the juvenile center; you can never go home again.
TO BE CONTINUED…..
Notes: I am blushing as I finish writing this chapter, smut is so not my thing so I hope I've done a good job at it! I hope you're enjoying the story thus far! What do you guys think?