Why hello you beautiful human beings! I got SO many wonderful reviews off of last chapter, and I appreciate that you all took the time to let me know your thoughts on this story. In one review however, I was asked to put this story on wattpad. Would someone please explain to me what wattpad is? Anyways… on to chapter 21!
Stiles continued to gaze into the eyes of his boyfriend…well, mate. There was so much depth in those hazel pools of beauty, so much about Derek that Stiles didn't yet understand, and he hoped that the chance to learn to do so would be his.
The lovely hazel eyes flashed briefly, a new emotion swirling into their depths.
"Stiles, would you stay with me tonight?" Derek whispered.
"I thought that was the plan?" Stiles corrected. "I mean… isn't that why you're here?"
"Well... I was thinking you could stay with me…maybe at my place? I mean, it is Saturday after all…but it was just a thought." Derek looked down.
"You mean…at like you're house?" Stiles questioned. "Isn't it all burnt down and everything."
"Well, I have been rebuilding it…" Derek told him. "The bedroom is already done, it would be quiet, and secluded…"
Stiles smiled. "I'd like that. But what about my dad? He'll freak if he sees my jeep is gone."
"I drove in the Camaro. I'll drive you home in the morning too." Derek gave him what should have been puppy-dog eyes, but no puppy Stiles knew of had the right to be so damn sexy.
"Okay…" His smile got bigger. "Let's go." Stiles leapt off of Derek's lap, and busied himself about the room, shoving random things like deodorant, pajama pants, a baggy t-shirt, and socks into his now empty lacrosse bag. "Ready." He stood in front of Derek who was just finishing up the lacing of his shoes.
"Alright. Let's go then." Derek smiled, and headed for the window.
"Ummm… Derek? We can use the front door you know. Dad's not home." Stiles chuckled.
"Right."
They both treaded downstairs and out the front door. Stiles turned to lock the door, and took Derek's hand immediately after the thick piece of wood was shut tight and secure.
"C'mon beautiful, I'm parked over here." Derek led him down the walk.
There it is again…Stiles thought to himself. He calls me beautiful. Right in that moment, with his hand ensconced securely in Derek's, Stiles felt a smile stretch on his lips and a warm blush creeps into his cheeks.
"Are you alright?" Derek turned his head towards his mate. "You're heart rate just picked up."
"Oh…I'm just thinking." Stiles said.
They were now climbing into the black Camaro.
"Of what?" Derek said as he turned the key and the engine roared to life.
"Stuff." Stiles tried to hide his smile.
"You know Stiles, as my mate you really shouldn't keep secrets from me. Not anymore." Derek said, loving the way the word "Mate" felt on his tongue when he applied it to the boy next to him.
"I'm just thinking about how you call me beautiful all of the time." Stiles looked pointedly at Derek. "I'm not sure about it."
"Why not? Because it's the truth?" Derek's voice grew stern.
"Well not only that… but no one's ever called me beautiful before." Stiles' gaze faltered.
"Then let that be my job. Not only am I calling you beautiful, but know that it is always one hundred percent true."
"Okay…" Stiles said to the floor of the Camaro, then turned to look out the window. He felt Derek's hand take his own on top of the gear shift, and then he felt the squeeze of assurance from the stronger man. Maybe he does mean it… Stiles thought, calculating the possibility that he was as beautiful as Derek said he was.
Moments turned into minutes of blissful and easy silence as they sped through the night. The clock on the dashboard read 10:30pm by the time trees started passing the tinted windows of the Camaro, signifying the close proximity of Derek's house.
Derek parked the Camaro out front of the blackened house, and told Stiles to stay put. He did as he was told. In seconds, Stiles heard the trunk open and close, and then his door was opened to reveal Derek holding the lacrosse bag of his belongings over his shoulder. His free hand was extended towards Stiles, ready to help him out of the vehicle.
"So kind of you." Stiles mocked him, taking his hand as he stepped form he car.
"I told you," Derek shrugged. "I want to treat you right."
Stiles recalled the night in his room, when things had become a little steamy. Derek refused to go further because he wanted to 'treat me right'. This brought a smile to his lips for the hundredth time in the past hour.
The two proceeded inside what seemed like a still-very-burnt-out house. Nothing seemed to have changed from the last time Stiles had seen the place. Hadn't Derek said he was rebuilding it?
"C'mon, my room is upstairs." Derek said, leading Stiles up the squeaking steps, and to the left of the loft.
Stiles noted how indeed, the blackened floorboards had begun being replaced along the floor with new (what looked like, oak) ones. Through the door at the end of the loft, Stiles gasped as he took in the transformed room. Derek had seemingly rebuilt the walls of his bedroom, and painted them a misty gray which led to down to white baseboards and lush, silver carpet speckled in black. On the gray walls were decadent works of art, displaying misty mountains, silent oceans, and of course, the moon. Each was captured in the breathtaking monotone color scheme. The room was a glow with soft light which shone from overhead hanging fixtures made of black stained glass. At the headwall, Derek's bed sat low on the ground in a sleek blackwood frame, which did nothing to conceal the size of the gigantean mattress, the sheets were made up nicely, finished off with a silver comforter which seemed to shimmer. Both sides of the bed were occupied by two night stands of the same black wood. On the wall behind them, hung a rather large flat screen T.V. which was strategically placed so Derek could watch it while in bed.
"What do you think?" Derek whispered.
"It's amazing!" Stiles exclaimed.
"I'm glad you like it." Derek smiled, dropping Stiles' lacrosse bag form his shoulder. "Would you like to get dressed for bed, and then we could maybe watch a movie or something?"
"Sounds good to me." Stiles stooped to pick up his bag. "Is there a bathroom in here?" Stiles asked, glancing at the two doors opposite each other in the room.
"It's that door right there," Derek pointed to the door on the left.
"Thank you!" Stiles said, and scurried into the bathroom.
Once inside, Stiles took in the décor of Derek's bathroom. The same monotone color scheme had been applied, as he stood on black tile and peered into a large oval mirror with the same black light fixtures. The sink was in and of itself a piece of art. The faucet was stainless steel that was basically a short yet artistic pipe that protruded slightly from the wall under the mirror. It pointed downwards into a black marble bowl, flecked with white quartz. Two spheres of the same marble were placed on either side of the faucet spout, and Stiles assumed they were the hot and cold nobs. To the left was a large shelf stocked with select vials of liquids that looked expensive; there was a large black box next to it that Stiles only assumed was a hamper, and to the right was a shower. The cubical was blocked off by frosted glass. Boy, he sure didn't spare any detail, he thought to himself. Stiles dumped the contents of what he brought on the floor, stripping from his jeans; he pulled on his soft pajama pants and then the baggy old t-shirt with a batman logo on it. It was a gift from his mother, and he couldn't bear the thought of giving it away, regardless of how many holes were in it and how the fabric was so worn you could practically see through it.
Now dressed for the night, he turned to the ornate sink and then immediately turned back to the pile of his crap on the floor. Rummaging through it, he cursed lightly under his breath. He couldn't find his toothbrush, and it wasn't until a split second later he remembered he hadn't gone to his bathroom back home to retrieve it.
Fuck. Stiles thought. I'm so going to have morning breath. He looked around frantically, and then settled on his solution.
Minutes later, he was back in the bedroom to find Derek sitting on the edge of his bed twiddling his thumbs. He looked up and smiled.
"Batman?" Derek asked with a chuckle.
"It was a gift from my mom." Stiles said pointedly.
"Well, I think you look cute." He smiled again.
Stiles only blushed.
"I'll be right back." Derek said, and he disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
Stiles took Derek's place sitting on the bed, relishing the feel of what he now found to be satin on his fingers. He prepared to wait.
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Derek looked at himself in the mirror, his heart about to pound a hole through his chest. Why am I so nervous? He asked himself. Derek settled on the fact that it was because Stiles was the first person to see his bedroom, and even more so, to sleep there. Then there was the fact that Stiles had accepted to be his mate. Derek remembered how his heart had soared when he heard the acceptance flutter from Stiles' mouth. It was as if the angels had come down from heaven and encircled him in harmony.
But…it's not official yet… Derek saw the blush on his cheeks when the thought crossed his mind. Is that why I asked him to stay here tonight? Derek hadn't even thought about that when the idea to stay here crept into his head. Oh god… what if that's what he wants? What if I hurt him? What if he doesn't want to? What if I ruin it for him? What if…? What if…? What if…?
Derek's head spun and he steadied himself by gripping the black marble of the sink. He breathed through his nose. Just let Stiles take things where he wants. Derek nodded in affirmation at himself in the mirror.
Letting go of the sink, Derek gripped the bottom of his shirt, pulling it over his head and depositing it into the hamper by the shelf of his cologne. He then turned to the shelf and pulled his toothbrush from its holder. There was an ever-so-faint warmth radiating form the handle. He stroked the bristles with his index finger. They're wet… Derek thought to himself. He brushed his teeth with my toothbrush. For some odd reason, a smile blossomed on his lips. It was weird how an action of such small significance could hold so much meaning for him. The toothbrush was one of the most intimate facets of daily ritual—it was a general rule to use your own.
Derek was not angry; not in the least. Stiles brushed his teeth with my toothbrush. He smiled wider. Stiles had become one with his daily rituals.
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Stiles fidgeted nervously with the cuff of his cotton pajama pants until he heard the click of the bathroom door. When Stiles looked up, his jaw dropped.
There Derek stood in all his glory with no shirt—and no jeans. The only garment on his body was a pair of short, black briefs that hugged him perfectly in every way.
Emphasis on the 'every'.Stiles thought tohimself. He tried in vain to keep his eyes from trailing lower than Derek's face.
"Ready?" Derek asked serenely.
"For what?" Stiles could not concentrate.
"Bed and the movie?" Derek replied lightly.
"Oh. Yeah. Movie. Right." Stiles sputtered out. "Um… Here, It's your bed. You should get in first. He stood up and waited for Derek to climb in. Derek stopped next to Stiles, and pressed the softest of kisses onto his forehead. Stiles inhaled deeply, and closed his eyes, feeling Derek's arms encircle him.
Derek radiated warmth, and Stiles melted into the embrace while breathing in Derek's musky skin.
"I love you Stiles." Derek whispered.
"I love you back." Stiles replied.
Stiles' fingers began lightly tracing the swirls on Derek's tattoo, evoking shivers from the man. Derek squeezed him tighter as Stiles continued to explore the flesh of Derek's back, relishing each and every curve of muscle, each smooth plane of skin. Derek was perfect.
"You can't imagine how that feels." Derek whispered.
Stiles smiled into his chest.
Derek pulled away, only to tilt Stiles' head back so he could kiss him. Derek's tongue sought Stiles', and Stiles allowed Derek to do so. Derek reveled in the fresh taste of Stiles' mouth, though it was still a bit cool from when he brushed his teeth. His senses were undeniably consumed in all that was Stiles.
Stiles felt Derek's hands slide lower and lower on his back, pausing to rest at the dimpled small of his waist. Derek gripped the shirt, and pulled it gently up, breaking the kiss, and bringing the shirt off of Stiles' body. Stiles froze, being suddenly exposed in the soft light of the room to his lover. He immediately crossed his arms tightly over his chest and looked down.
"Hey…" Derek whispered. "Don't hide yourself from me. You never have to hide from me. Ever."
Stiles looked into Derek's eyes, his own having filled with doubt and insecurity. He bit his lip.
Derek took Stiles' wrists gently in his hands and pulled his arms from their secure position. Stiles felt Derek's eyes trail up and down his torso, and he blushed with every movement.
"Stiles… You are so…"
"I know…" Shame crept back into his voice.
"Perfect…" Derek finished.
Stiles looked at him—disbelief in his eyes.
"I mean it. You're beautiful." Derek did not give Stiles a chance to respond. He wrapped his arms around the smaller boy's waist, and lifted him up.
Stiles wrapped his legs around Derek's waist, letting Derek support him—though he did it with ease. Stiles' lips met Derek's again in a feverishly needy kiss, and Derek returned the urgency. Stiles felt Derek pull him tighter.
After a few moments of being suspended in the air, Derek turned them both to the bed without breaking the kiss and gently lay Stiles down on his back while Derek climbed on top of him. In the midst of the kiss, Stiles ran his hands into the hair on the back of Derek's head, securely fastening Derek in the kiss. Derek slid his hand down Stiles' bare torso with the touch of a feather, causing goose bumps to erupt where his fingers touched. His hand continued to run down Stiles' hip, to the nape of his knee, and back up. Stiles groaned in response.
Being touched in such a way was completely foreign to Stiles, but with every move that Derek made, every caress, Stiles knew that love motivated it all. He ran his hands down Derek's broad shoulders and his toned back, causing Derek to growl in pleasure.
Derek began to rub himself onto Stiles, who in turn began moaning quietly as Derek's warm body pressed against him. Stiles could feel Derek's hard member through the thin fabrics separating their bodies, and his own body immediately responded, sending blood flow to his own.
Derek's kiss began to grow urgent, and his hands grabbed at every part of Stiles they could, pulling him closer with each movement. Stiles relished the feel of Derek on top of him. The way Derek groped at him made him feel needed, and it left him wishing Derek could hold him tighter still.
Stiles squeezed himself further into Derek's arms, hoping to convey his desire to be held tighter without words. Derek quickly obliged and pulled him so close, breathing became a challenge—though Stiles minded not a bit.
The heated kiss ended, yet Derek's lips did not leave Stiles' flesh. They trailed down his neck and onto his collar bone. Kissing gently, Derek stroked the skin of his lover, reveling in the taste. As he had discovered before, Derek noted how the taste of Stiles was the only thing which was more intoxicating than his scent.
Furthering his exploration, Derek slid his tongue across Stiles' nipple, before nibbling gently on it with his teeth, evoking a whimper from his lover. Stiles' body was awash in shivers and uncontrollable tremors of pleasure. The way Derek felt—his hands, his hot breath, his mouth—Stiles had elevated to an ecstasy. He felt another gentle nip before Derek trailed his tongue across his chest, coming to a rest on the other nipple. Teasing it as he did the other, Derek now let growls of contentment out freely, and Stiles joined him with his whimpers.
After a few moments, Stiles felt an intense blush color his cheeks as Derek continued his way down Stiles' stomach, gently lapping at the happy trail of brown hair beneath his belly button. Stiles realized where Derek's destination was when he felt Derek's fingers slide underneath the elastic of his pajamas and briefs. Derek looked up into the eyes of his lover for approval. Stiles, cheeks now flushed with desire, lust, nervousness, and a cocktail of other emotions, gave the slightest of nods.
The fabric gently slid down his hips, around his knees, and off the heels of his bare feet. He was completely exposed and his masculinity stood tall and firm in the Derek's presence. Stiles did not look at Derek, for fear of what negative emotion he might see. His heart pounded in his chest, and despite the sweat breaking out across his chest, he shivered.
"Hey…Hey…" Derek whispered, climbing back on top of Stiles, nuzzling his cheek with his nose. "Don't be ashamed babe. You're beautiful."
Stiles opened his eyes slightly, peering into the hazel pools of his lover's own eyes, and there he saw nothing but sincerity and love. He nodded, and Derek slid back down, bringing his lips to gently suck at the inside of Stiles' thigh where his scent was richest. That scent—the rainy aroma that was Stiles—engulfed Derek, driving his inner wolf wild with desire. Derek quickly obliged.
Stiles let a loud moan out as he felt Derek's mouth take him in. Words could not describe the sensations jolting through every limb of his body at the warm feeling. Derek sucked lightly at the head of Stiles' member, causing Stiles to jerk uncontrollably this way and that.
Stiles had definitely never been touched this way before, and the fact that Derek was the one doing it to him brought a smile to his lips, which was quickly replace by another moan as Derek slid his tongue up and down Stiles' shaft. Stiles could barely catch a breath, and what little oxygen he had was immediately lost as Derek took the whole of Stiles' member into his mouth. Stiles could feel the back of Derek's throat which caused him to throw his head back against the soft mattress. Stiles was quickly losing control and he could feel himself preparing to come.
Sensing this, Derek quickly released Stiles' member and kissed his way back up Stiles' stomach. Once Derek was in reach, Stiles wrapped his arms around his neck, drawing Derek in for a fierce kiss. Stiles could taste a bit of himself in Derek's mouth and he groaned in pleasure, soon accompanied by Derek's rumble of a growl.
Stiles slid his hands down Derek's back, slowly, bringing more throaty growls from his lover, and paused at the band of Derek's black briefs before sliding them down his toned rear. Derek helped him by breaking the kiss and slid them completely off, before resuming his position on top of his mate, kissing him passionately.
Derek soon started making his way down Stiles' chest again, planting kisses all along the way and giving a gentle lick to his member again. But this time, Derek continued further, and lifted Stiles' legs onto his shoulders.
Stiles' moan was anything but quiet as he felt Derek's warm tongue circle his entrance, before sliding in. Shivers once again began coursing through his body, and Stiles was now moaning and whimpering in pleasure with consistency. Moments caught in this ecstasy passed, and Derek continued his work.
Coming up for breath, Derek crawled to eye level with his mate, his desire evident in his eyes. Stiles, recalled that night when Derek had touched him as he had just a moment ago. Stiles' wish stood true—he wanted to be connected to Derek in a way he had never been before. He nodded.
Derek smiled and reached into the drawer of his nightstand withdrawing a clear liquid Stiles assumed was lubricant. Dousing himself in the fluid, Derek then clasped the bottle shut with a click and tossed it aside. He hitched Stiles' legs around his hips and gently crawled forward.
"Are you sure?" Derek whispered into Stiles' ear. "I don't want to hurt you."
"I love you." was Stiles' only response.
Stiles felt the head of Derek's masculinity poised at his puckered entrance. Then, ever so slowly, he felt Derek push in with small gentle thrusts. Stiles felt himself stretch open, and then Derek gave a slightly too big thrust. Stiles' head threw back and he let out a cry of pain. Derek squeezed him in his arms and ceased all movement.
"I'm sorry." He whispered, fearing the distress of his mate.
"I'm alright…" Stiles huffed. "Just need a sec."
Derek waited obediently, the head of his member in Stiles' tight entrance. Stiles let himself grow used to the large size of Derek's member, and when he felt comfortable, he nodded for Derek to continue. Derek obliged, this time taking extra care while slowly sliding in.
Every so often Derek would pause, letting Stiles grow accustomed to his size, before pushing further in. In moments, Derek's entire length was inside his mate. Stiles pulled Derek to him in a feverish kiss, and throwing as much passion into it as he could. He wrapped his arms around Derek so securely, as he did not want Derek's flesh to be separated from him in any way. He felt Derek inside of him, and realized that was the connection he had desired.
For a few moments, that was where they stayed, relishing the feel of the connection. Then Derek began to pull out, only to thrust back inside Stiles slowly, and again repeating the process. His movements began to grow faster and needier. Derek's throaty growls turned into grunts and moans of pleasure which accompanied Stiles' whimpers. They gripped at each other, not wanting to be separated as Derek's movements grew into a hastened rhythm. Then, so suddenly, Derek slid in just right, rubbing against Stiles' prostate. Stiles let out a full on cry, though this time it was in pleasure and not in pain as shivers and goose bumps tore through his entire body. Derek hit it again and again, and Stiles was a trembling mass of nerves and whimpers in his arms. Derek pressed his lips against Stiles' as he continued to enter him repeatedly.
This continued for an immeasurable amount of pleasurable time. Moments turned to minutes, and the moans of the two sounded throughout the room as they moved in synchronization.
Derek squeezed his arms around Stiles' back as he kissed him, and Stiles' arms around Derek's neck did the same. Stiles' legs wrapped tighter around Derek's waist. Stiles moaned loudly again as Derek slid past the spot inside him which sent his nerves into an electrical mess.
Without warning Stiles' moans grew louder.
"Oh God Derek! Derek! I think I'm….!" Stiles' clamped his teeth onto the flesh of Derek's shoulder as he felt his orgasm tremor through his body, hands-free. Stiles let go in long spurts that shot between the flesh of their two chests. Derek's pace increased as did his growls and Stiles continued to whimper, still caught amidst the intensity of his orgasm.
Stiles could still feel Derek inside of him, pounding away. Derek was the only thing on Stiles' mind, and he couldn't help but feel just how right being with Derek this way felt. That's all that Stiles' world held. He felt Derek move within him…Derek… Derek… Derek…
He squeezed tighter, clutching himself to Derek's warm sweaty body as tightly as he could. Derek growled in his ear over and over again.
"Stiles…"Derek panted through clenched teeth. "Stiles… I think… I'm…I'm…!"
"Let it go…" Stiles whispered into his mate's ear.
Derek let out one final growl as he thrust his entire length into his lover, and Stiles felt a rush of warmth, followed by another, and another. This continued for seven or eight long spurts as he felt Derek splash inside him. The warmth from Derek's seed seemed to radiate inside him as the ripples of a stone would as it is tossed into the ocean. Derek collapsed onto his mate panting and sweaty. Stiles squeezed him close.
"I love you Derek. I love you Derek. I love you Derek." He whispered over and over again into the werewolf's ear.
There the two stayed, sweaty and panting in the aftermath of their loving ecstasy. Silence filled the room save for the sound of ragged breathing and a single heartbeat. Stiles couldn't tell if it was his own or Derek's, but only one beat resonated between the chests of the two. Stiles couldn't help but smile at the odd phenomenon, and then soon realized that it was only fitting. He had been connected to Derek in a way that no one could take away from them. He and Derek were one. They were mates. Forever
This is what it feels like. Stiles thought to himself. This is what it feels like to be held—to be loved.
Derek picked himself up from Stiles, and looked deep into his eyes. "I love you back." He smiled, and pulled back the covers on the bed.
In moments Stiles was back in his arms underneath the satin sheets. All sweat gone. Their breathing had quieted. The two soon slumbered in the loving embraces of each other. The only sound within the quiet room was their single heartbeat.
I'm so sorry this chapter is soooo long! But I figured you all would kill me if I hadn't finished it. Thanks for reading and don't forget to comment/review/follow/favorite! Love you all! See you soon!