Chapter Fourteen: First time.
Derek was taken aback for a few seconds before his brain realized what was actually happening and he melted into the kiss, his arms circling Stiles' form and bringing him closer to his body, his mouth opening under the young man's, his tongue invading the mouth he'd dreamt about discovering so many times now. And, God, it was the best thing ever!
"Oh God..." He heard Stiles whisper into the kiss, out of breath. "God, Derek... God..." He gasped, pressing himself even more against the older man.
Panting, their breaths mixing, they tried to regain a bit of control after such an intense and passionate kiss. His forehead touching Derek's, Stiles started to panic, he was so scared of what would happen now. He felt so exposed, so naked, his emotions all over the place.
"Derek, I..." He breathed out more than said, he didn't feel capable of talking yet, but he needed to explain. Scared of being rejected, Stiles distanced himself a bit from the other man so he'd be ready to face any rejection.
"You have no idea how much I want this. How much... I want you." He admitted, meeting the man's eyes.
"It...this, all of this. It wasn't suppose to happen like this. You were supposed to be just a stranger. A mysterious pen-pal I could talk to about everything. Someone I could be myself with because it was clear to me we would never meet. But then..." Stiles explained, shaking with emotions.
"But then, you turned out to be an amazing person, and I couldn't help it when I felt we were becoming friends. You were just so smart and caring and kind and funny and interesting, and I was so curious to know more about you. So much more about you. I didn't realize it at first, but when I learned you'd moved here... It all became so clear, so real, so frightening, and yet so deliciously exciting. We still had this awesome connection that tasted a bit like forbidden fruit.
I never imagined when I wrote that very first letter that I would end up feeling all the things I feel today. I never imagined I would want you like this. That i would want you so desperately." Stiles confessed, lost in Derek's eyes, and feeling more naked than he'd ever felt in his entire life.
"Please...say that you want me too?" He whispered, almost pleading, but mostly hoping Derek would say 'yes'.
"Of course. Of course I want you too. Oh my God, like you even have to ask. Didn't you understand that from the first time I kissed you?"
"I-I... I don't know. I didn't think you... And then... I wasn't sure..."
"Hey...baby, it's okay. It's okay." Derek said softly, cupping Stiles' face in his hands. "I know how hard this is for you, to trust someone not to hurt you. It's hard for me too, I'm just as scared as you are, Stiles."
"You are?"
"Yes, because this means a lot to me, you're my best friend and I don't want to fuck this up, but I also don't want to miss anything either."
Stiles silently processed Derek's words, his fingers playing with the buttons on the man's shirt nervously.
"I don't wanna be scared anymore, Derek. I wanna be bold, and take chances about this. I wanna stop holding back so much, because I can't lie to myself anymore and keep on pretending nothing is happening or that I don't see what's between us. You've managed to become a very important part of my life and I'm not letting you go, I just... I can't do that."
"Stiles..." Derek started to say, but the fingers Stiles touched to his mouth silenced him.
"No. Can we not talk anymore, please? I don't want to talk anymore. I just want you to kiss me again and take me to your room, and I want us to make love all night long."
How could he say no to that? Derek thought.
Caressing Stiles' left cheek, he decided the young man was right, they'd talked enough, they'd waited enough for this, they should enjoy themselves and go for it now that everything had been confessed. So, he bent down a little to take Stiles' mouth in a long, deep kiss that turned the young man's legs to jelly, and then lead him upstairs to his bedroom, not minding if they'd been seen by his family or not. Tonight was only about them, and nothing else mattered at that very moment.
In a blur, he followed Derek into the house, climbed the stairs - pausing a few times for the man to kiss his neck softly - and lost his vans along the way to the man's bedroom. The blur dissipated though, when he heard the door close shut behind him and Derek pressed him back against it.
Lost in the man's gaze, he panted loudly, his heart racing in his chest, chills running down his skin as the older man pressed himself against his suddenly very sensitive body. Stiles was about to lose it; this moment, the way Derek watched him, licked his lips and ran his fingers along Stiles' arms as he took off the cardigan the young man was wearing to let it pool in a puddle of fabric around its owner's feet.
In this moment they didn't need words; they'd said all they'd wanted to say in the letters they'd written, in the phone calls they'd made, in the few times they'd seen each other, in the kisses they'd shared, in all the looks, touches, smiles, and filled silences. So much that just touching, feeling the other, was enough to communicate what they wanted, what they needed, and what all of this meant to them both.
The shiver Stiles felt turned into a tremble when Derek grabbed the hem of his baseball T and softly pulled it up, their gazes connected until the shirt joined the cardigan on the floor.
A sigh escaped his parted lips when Derek took the time to let his fingers glide over his hips and slide slowly up in an alluring caress.
Stiles' skin was so soft, so warm under the balls of his fingers. His body fit so perfectly against his, Derek thought. This moment of discovery, of intimacy was so pure, so true, it almost hurt to live it the way they were living it.
Bending down, he went for the young man's mouth again. He was already addicted to that mouth. He was already addicted to Stiles' kisses, didn't think he would be able to live without them ever again.
He felt Stiles' unsure fingers go for the buttons of his shirt and start to undo them hesitantly, like it was something he wasn't used to doing, and Derek understood. Stiles had told him he'd only been with one person, and strangely, it warmed Derek's heart, to know that he meant so much to the young man.
"Derek..." He heard him whisper as his lips trailed to Derek's neck.
The bit of apprehension, the charge of desire, and the very present hesitation in Stiles' tone didn't go unnoticed.
"We can stop if you want?" Derek said, wanting to reassure Stiles that it was okay if the young man changed his mind.
"No!" Stiles exclaimed. "No, I don't want to stop, I just..." He locked his arms around Derek's neck and pressed himself against the man's finally exposed torso, shivering violently when their skin touched for the first time.
"I just feel -"
"I know," Derek cut him off. "Me too."
"You're the only one since..." Stiles tried to say, unable to say the name now. "I just...wanted you to know."
"You don't have to be scared. I promise, it's gonna be so good."
"I know, I trust you."
"Then just let go, Baby. Let me take care of you, okay?"
Stiles breathed out heavily. God, what Derek was asking him to do was such a big deal for him. It was scary as hell, but at the same time, the part of him that had fallen for this man screamed for Stiles to finally let go and just enjoy what was happening.
Derek felt it when Stiles completely let go and melted into the moment. It told Derek how much he trusted him, and that made him determined to take care of him like he'd promised.
Bending down to kiss him again, Derek put his hands on Stiles' thighs and lifted him up easily into the air, the young man instinctively wrapping his legs around the older man's narrow waist.
Derek took him to the bed and laid him down. Stiles stupidly felt like a Prince or something, felt like the most important being to Derek right then, and that thought touched him so deeply. Never before had his ex made him feel this way, not even their first time together.
"Make me forget everything about him. Make me forget he was the one to take that away from me."
The violent shiver that ran along his skin at Stiles' words was too intense to be described, and he wouldn't have been able to anyway, because he was already only able to focus on Stiles.
The young man's hands wrapped around his neck gently, then slid slowly along his skin, tracing his shoulders tenderly, then hooking his thumbs in the fabric of the shirt Derek was still wearing, Stiles took it off and quickly discarded it somewhere in the bedroom.
From there, Derek barely controlled anything. He let his hands wander over Stiles' body; the skin under his fingers and palms was so soft, so attractive covered in chills. And the way Stiles writhed under him as he let his lips trace the same path as his fingers left him breathless.
Moans, sighs, and half spoken pleas were coming out of Stiles' mouth, he felt like he was gonna combust when his mind registered Derek taking off his pants, leaving him in his boxer-briefs under Derek's hungry gaze.
"Batman, huh?" Derek joked gently, his left index finger running along the elastic band.
"You can take those off too." Stiles whispered with a boldness he was far from feeling, he just had no brain-to-mouth filter at the moment.
Derek smiled wickedly and slowly, going slower than normal on purpose Stiles guessed, the man took care of the undesired underwear.
Stiles tried his best to not show how exposed he felt, even when Derek stayed on his knees a while to contemplate him with desire and...admiration.
"Gosh, you're so beautiful." Derek heard himself groan. Stiles was breathtaking. Yes, he already was when fully dressed, but lying naked like this for Derek to contemplate, his cheeks red with a blush that was extending all the way down his throat and chest now. Yeah, Stiles Stilinski really was breathtaking.
Starting to feel a bit too exposed, Stiles sat up and offered his lips to Derek for a kiss, which the man did instinctively. Then taking advantage of the man's distraction, Stiles undid his black belt. Derek broke off the kiss to look deep into his eyes as Stiles' restless fingers undid the button and then slid down the fly slowly, watching Derek's pupils become darker and darker, almost black with want.
"God, I want you!" He heard Derek growl, and allowed his head to be tipped backwards so he could meet Derek's passionate kiss.
Stiles wrapped his arms around Derek's neck, pressing himself against the man's skin, then his lips found the man's left ear and he whispered in it,
"Then take me."
It was more than Derek needed to lose it all. He laid Stiles down on the mattress and covered his body with his, the young man's fingers slipping under the band of his boxers and taking them down, his hands coming back up to caress Derek's ass. Derek groaned hungrily when his hard on pressed against Stiles'. This was surreal.
Instinctively, his hips started moving in sync with Stiles', both of their bodies engaging in a very old dance, older than the world they lived in.
Their mouths found each other again, and their hands couldn't get enough of caressing, touching, of exciting the other by finding their sensitive spots.
When Derek couldn't wait any longer, his hand covered Stiles' sex gently, his fingers wrapping around it carefully. Then he started up a rhythm that had Stiles writhing under him, slowly being pushed higher into the spheres of ecstasy.
"Derek..." Stiles moaned. "Derek, please..." He pleaded again.
He felt like if Derek didn't stop his...what he...jerking him off, then Stiles would...
"Plea-I... Derek," he tried to say again, feeling already on edge. "I'm gonna...Derek, I-I... I'm not gonna be able to...if you..."
"Then don't." He heard Derek whisper in his ear. Stiles shivered violently, he was so close. "Just let go, Baby. We've got all night. It's okay if you let go."
And it was more than Stiles needed to see stars and come between his stomach and Derek's, his semen all over the man's fingers.
It took Stiles some time to come back down from his orgasm. Oh God, when was the last time he'd felt so good, so satisfied, and yet still so hungry for more? He wasn't sure it had ever happened with he knew who.
Derek was watching Stiles slowly come back to consciousness, a small smile on his pink lips.
God, he was so beautiful. And Derek wanted him so much.
He felt Stiles' hands run over his skin, making their way to his cock slowly. Even though he really wanted the young man to touch him, Derek stopped his hand from reaching its destination.
"Stiles..." He said softly.
"You don't want me to?" The young man asked him, looking unsure and confused, his eyes open wide behind his glasses.
"I don't want you to think you're obligated to do anything." Derek told him sincerely.
"But that's what I want too. To touch you and please you. Is that okay?"
"I-... Yeah!" Derek whispered before Stiles kissed him passionately, his hand finding the man's manhood.
When Derek took him, later that night, Stiles felt like he'd never felt before. He felt like he'd suddenly found what he'd always been looking for. Like he'd found his home. And as Derek moved in and out of his body, he swore to himself to never let go of this man, to keep him forever.
"Ah...Derek..." He heard himself gasp, biting slightly on the man's shoulder as he hit against the very sensitive bundle of nerves. "More...please..." He begged again. He'd begged a lot that night.
Contrary to how he'd always felt a bit ashamed with he knew who, with Derek, begging and gasping and moaning felt so natural, so right. Stiles still held back a bit because he was used to keeping quiet, used to holding back and feeling guilty whenever he expressed his pleasure too loudly, and Derek enjoyed drawing them out.
"Derek!" He said a bit louder as the man took him a bit harder, holding him closer to his body before making them roll on the bed so that Stiles was now on top of him.
Stiles blushed furiously at this change of position, barely able to look Derek in the eyes, even though the man was still buried deep in him.
The man caressed his thighs gently, then wrapped his fingers around Stiles' hips as he stilled his own.
"He never let you do this, did he?" Derek asked him, serious. "Did he ever let you ride him just for you to reach your own pleasure? Did he ever care about your pleasure at all?"
"Derek..." Stiles croaked.
"I want you to do it. Ride me like you want, Baby. I wanna watch you feel good."
"Derek." Stiles repeated, trembling.
Could he do it? Ride Derek like it was a normal thing to do? Ride Derek just to feel good and nothing else? Could he really do that?
"Don't think. Just go with how you feel, with how you want to feel."
His heart was about to explode in his chest, his hands were sweating against Derek's body. But he listened to the man's words as he slowly let go, his hips moving, first making small circles, then as he felt he needed more, he switched to a more present grinding, Derek's cock going deeper and deeper into him, he moved a bit quicker, placing himself the best way to feel the man under him, and it was so amazing. He felt so good, so amazingly good!
"Ah...aah...God!" He moaned, his fingers playing with the older man's nipples. "Derek, it's so good. I-I can feel you so deep...you're so deep inside me."
"That's it, Baby. Do you feel good?"
"Y-yeah...I-I do..."
Derek didn't say anything else; he sat up and arranged their bodies so that Stiles would still feel as good as possible, and wrapped his arms around the young man's waist, needing to feel him as close as possible as he kissed him deeply.
Stiles enjoyed that Derek let him ride him and have control to do what he wanted, but he didn't want to come without him. It was important to him and he didn't fear telling the older man.
"Take me." He whispered in Derek's ear, his hot breath tickling sensually at the man's ear, his tongue licking the shell in a very hot way. "Make me come with you. I wanna come with you."
Derek didn't need to be asked twice. Holding onto his hips tightly, he laid the young man under him again, pushed back into him and started fucking his ass deeply with measured movements, his mouth locked to his lover's and their tongues battling for power in the hot cavern their linked mouths had created. He felt the pang of pain when Stiles locked his fingers in his hair and pulled, moaning into their mouths. Then the pain of Stiles's right hand running from his lower back to the middle of it, the short nails scratching his skin red.
The pleasure rolled over and over again in them, like violent tidal waves, growing more and more as they formed and reformed again and again. Derk felt the orgasm in him form just when Stiles started to shake violently in his arms. Not slowing down, he kept on taking his lover more deeply and strongly, bringing them to the peak of their pleasure, then suddenly...
He felt himself contract all over, stronger than he ever had in all his sexual life. His orgasm exploded the moment he felt the first hot splash of Derek's cum inside the condom the man was wearing. He barely registered the moment Derek started jerking him off from when he spurted cum between them, his ass still clenched around his lovers dick.
"Oh God..." He whispered, head resting on his lover's chest.
"Yeah..."
"That was...the best sex ever."
"Oh hale yeah!" Stiles grinned happily.
Their heartbeats had regained a normal speed, their hands were busy caressing whatever bits of skin they could reach as they lay face to face, kissing lazily. Until Stiles' stomach growled loudly, putting an end to what they were doing.
"Sounds like someone's hungry." Derek joked gently, not taking pity of his lover's furious blush.
"Oh man, talk about a mood killer." Stiles groaned, his face in his hands. It's the chuckle coming from Derek that made him look up again. "Stop laughing... Now!" He ordered, only succeeding in making the older man laugh even more.
"Great, you're not even a little bit affected by my puppy dog eyes." He sighed, turning to lie on his other side, faking being upset by Derek's insensitivity.
Smiling, Derek moved closer and pressed himself against Stiles' back, wrapping his left arm over the young man's waist.
"Come on, I wasn't mocking you."
"Yeah, right."
"I pinky swear. It was just unexpected." He explained. "Or not really, when I think about it. You didn't eat anything at all tonight, and after what we just did..."
The man's mention of food caused another loud growl from Stiles' stomach. Taking pity on his lover, Derek got up and went over to his drawers and took out a pair of sweatpants for himself, and a pair for Stiles that had a matching purple knit jacket.
"Here, wear this. I'll cook you something to eat."
"You don't have to. Give me some bread and I'll fix myself a quick sandwich."
Derek smiled, watching shamelessly as Stiles put his clothes over his naked body. Seeing him in his clothes was so hot that he felt his dick react immediately.
"I don't feel like I'm forced. You need more than a sandwich, plus the music's still on downstairs, and I think I heard Laura come home ten minutes ago. Trust me, my brothers, her and Cora are the ones that will force me to cook them something."
"In that case..." Stiles said, coming to wrap his arms around Derek. "I'm not gonna say no to you spoiling me. But you should know that I could get used to it very quickly."
Derek smiled back and kissed him, thinking that he would be happy to spoil Stiles if that meant seeing him smile every day.
From the counter where he was perched, Derek had lifted him up there to sit, Stiles watched the man as he made his favorite after sex food, homemade waffles with fresh fruits, chocolate chips, and warm salted butter caramel on the side.
"Be careful, it's warm." Derek told him when he tried to steal the first waffle and almost burned his fingers with it.
"But I want the first one." Stiles pouted childishly, not telling Derek that it had always been a habit of his; every time his mom made waffles, she always let him have the first one.
"Yeah, well, wait for it to cool off a bit. Gosh, I might confuse you for Cora."
"Oh but Babe, how can you say that? There are so many things that differentiate us." Stiles said with a serious look on his face that was so fake Derek had trouble keeping a cool face and not just laugh out loud like he wanted to.
"Oh yeah, like what?"
"Oh well, I'll tell you if you come a little closer."
Derek let Stiles pull him closer, his fingers hooked in the pocket of the sweatpants Derek was wearing. The man settled between his lover's thighs and couldn't help but bring him closer by grabbing his waist under the cardigan Stiles was wearing.
"Good. Now that you're closer I can tell you."
"I'm all ears."
"Good boy." Stiles teased, not hiding the fact that he'd told Derek to come closer so that he could run his hands over the man's strong chest and back and then stuff them into the man's back pockets. He loved the feeling of warm skin and the warmth of Derek under his fingers so much already.
"First thing: Cora is a woman and I'm a man. Derek, this is very important."
"Why do I suddenly feel like one of your students?" Derek asked, eyebrow raised.
"Because you do! Now shhh, your teacher is talking."
"Oh God..."
"What did I just say, young man?" Stiles exclaimed, using his 'Mr. Stilinski grounding voice'. "Second thing that differentiates me from your lovely sister: I'm older, a big nerd, and way more masculine. Yes, I am, don't look at me like you're pondering on that last bit of information. I'm very masculine."
Derek chuckled, this was a side of Stiles he would never have thought he'd discover.
"Third: Cora can't do this..." Stiles finished, bending down a little to catch his lover's mouth. The mouth he'd been ogling for a good five minutes now. He couldn't resist it anymore.
"Yeah...This is definitely something Cora will never get to do." Derek whispered against his lips, kissing Stiles back slowly.
"Haa...ewww... Someone help me cleanse my eyes!" A loud voice suddenly said behind them, Liam's exclamation putting an end to their kiss.
"What? Why? What's going on Li?" Cora asked, coming into the kitchen after her baby brother and looking concerned. She was wearing her shorts and t-shirt PJ's that said 'I'm so knot into you'. She saw Stiles and Derek all over each other on the kitchen counter, and... "Oh sweet, you made waffles!"
"What?! That's all you have to say about the big shock I just had? What kind of a big sister are you?" Liam exclaimed, scandalized that his sister would be more interested in her stomach than in her baby brother's mental health.
"I suggest you grab that waffle now if you really want it." Derek warned Stiles before Cora could reach the plate. Stiles reacted more by instinct than by realization of what Derek had just told him and grabbed said waffle and bit into it, making sure Cora couldn't steal it from his hand now that his saliva was all over it.
"Shoot, I hope that wasn't the last one, I'm famished."
"Like that's something new."
"LIAM!" Cora cried out, outraged. Her brother rolled his eyes like it was something so common to hear his sister yell at him.
"What did I tell you..." Derek said softly to Stiles. "They react to the smell of food like a pack of wolves."
"Yeah, I'm starting to see what you mean by that." Stiles answered, amused.
"Is that waffles I smell?" Laura said loudly when she came into the kitchen, still in her organza dress, barefoot, shoes in hand and her hair undone as if someone had run their hands through it.
"Sweet, you're right on time for the waffle party, Laur'." Cora said to her sister, jumping up on the island.
"Yeah, and for us to find out who banged who tonight. So Stiles, how was the sex with my bro? Not too deceiving I hope, because I'd be sad for you if that was the case." Liam asked, looking a bit concerned towards the end.
Stiles felt a whole new level of appreciation for the man his lover was. He'd been impressed after seeing what he put up with from his sisters every day, but now that he'd met the twins, Stiles really understood what a badass boyfriend he'd gotten himself.
"Don't be sad, it was...the best sex of my life." Stiles said, sharing a look with Derek.
Laura and Cora "OH"'ed at Liam and Derek swiftly gave his brother the finger before going back to making waffles.
Stiles got down from the counter and went to kiss his boyfriend between his shoulder blades where his tattoo was, before going over to set the table with Laura for everyone to eat.
When Jared and Alexander joined them, the mountain of waffles was set in the middle of the table and Derek settled next to him, caressing his thigh under the table. Cora turned the music back up and when Lionel Ritchie's song Do It To Me One More Time came on, her and Laura sang along with him. It was one of his favorite songs, and he couldn't resist pulling Stiles up to slow dance despite his sisters butchering the song every ten words. Stiles thought that right then his life was finally fully his again, and it promised to be a very filled and beautiful life with all these amazing people now in it.