Note: Hope you guys like it. this is a long chapter. I should another part to Neighbors up either later today or tomorrow. Reviews please.
The sound of the keys rattling against the door handle woke Stiles up from his coma like state; he quickly sat up from his lounging position on the couch and grabbed the remote off the coffee table, pausing the movie that was playing on the big screen.
He looked down at his disheveled shirt and ran his hands over it, trying to smooth out any wrinkles that were now presence as the knob twisted and the front door started to open. Stiles then ran his hands through his messy bed hair, trying to make himself look somewhat decent just as Derek walked into the living room.
"Hey." Stiles voiced from the sofa.
Derek paused in his spot and his eyes widened in surprise when he realized it was not alone.
"What are you still doing here?" Derek asked as he walked further into the room.
"Oh umm, well funny story. Cora fell asleep on your bed after her long phone call to Laura. She was my ride home, so I've been stuck here ever since, watching movies."
"Why didn't you wake her up?" Derek asked, arching an eyebrow in question.
"I guess that would have been the smart thing to do but she looked so peaceful. I didn't have the heart to wake her."
Derek nodded in response as he took his blazer off setting it on a nearby chair, followed by placing his keys on the coffee table.
"So how was your date?" Stiles asked nervously
"Awkward. I didn't know what to talk about and the girl was pretty shy. I felt like I was on a date with a mute."
Stiles chuckled lightly.
"Yeah, that sounds nerve racking"
"Then towards the end of the night, after a few glasses of wine, the girl totally switched roles on me, going from a shy, self-conscious girl to a full blown overly confident, flirt , trying to push herself on me. It was confusing and quite a turn off." Derek confessed.
Stiles stayed quiet as his teacher went on in detail, talking about his date.
"I tried to be nice and give her a peck on the cheek goodnight and she grabbed my face and thrusted her tongue downs my throat, moaning like some porn star."
"Oh, did, did you like the kiss?" Stiles asked uneasily.
"No, I was so grossed out and quickly pulled back from her and then she asked if I wanted to stay the night, on the first date. Do people actually do that?" Derek asked curiously.
"Yeah, some do."
"Does no one know the meaning of true connection and intimacy anymore?" Derek stressed, frustrated.
"I know what you mean, in today's world you're lucky if you can even find someone to hold up a conversation with." Stiles replied.
Derek let out a heavy sighed before walking over to the couch Stiles was sitting on, taking a seat next to him.
"What are you watching?" He asked turning his attention towards the television screen.
"Oh uh, The departed. I love this movie. Plus, Leo's pretty hot in it."
"Yeah he is." Derek agreed, as he bent down and took off his shoes, trying to get comfortable.
"What, you think Leo is attractive?" Stiles asked stunned.
"Yeah, he looks good in this movie. What?"
"I'm just surprised you feel the same. For a moment I was starting to wonder..."
"My sexual preference?" Derek finished Stiles thoughts.
"Well yeah. I mean, have you ever been with a guy fully?"
"I have." He answered cautiously.
Stiles sat on the edge of his seat finding their conversation more intriguing then the movie now.
"How, uh, how was it?"
"It was...different."
"Good different or bad different?" Stiles asked eagerly.
"Neither, just different."
"But I mean, did you like it?"
"To a certain point, yeah. I mean, it was decent sex. It's just, the connection wasn't there. It wasn't the best sexual experience I ever had." Derek clarified.
"Who was?"
Stiles watched as Derek tensed up in his spot and got uncomfortable; it didn't take an expert to know who popped into his mind... Jennifer.
Stiles didn't know if he was jealous or curious at that point.
"What about you? Have you ever gone all the way?" Derek asked before turning his eyes back to the television as a big shooting scene came on the screen.
"I'm not a virgin. I've had plenty of sex with girls but with guys, oral and dry humping is as far as I have gone. Not that I would be opposed to doing more, it's just, I haven't meet someone I felt close enough too. Also, there is always the worry of not knowing if the guy would want to top. I mean how do you know if a guy wants to top or bottom?" Stiles replied watching Derek for his reaction before moving his eyes to the movie screen.
"Well, asking is a good start." Derek teased, moving his attention back over to his student, meeting his gaze once more.
"Funny, I'm serious though."
"You just say upfront your preference and hope you're both in agreement. The good guys will go either way but some dudes are set to certain standards, so it all depends."
Stiles nodded, taking in the new information.
"So, what about you, are you a top or bottom?"
"Uh, well I like being on top but I could go either way for the right person." Derek stated.
"Yeah, I agreed." Stiles replied, starting into his teacher's blue eyes.
"Listen Stiles, about earlier..."
Stiles moved closer to Derek, hopeful.
"Yes?"
Derek found himself glancing between Stiles warm, brown eyes and his pink, soft lips somewhat intrigued before looking away.
"It shouldn't have happened."
"Oh." Stiles replied, disappointed.
"I was just nervous and needed a distraction and you were right in front of me and I took advantage and I shouldn't have. I'm sorry."
"Derek don't be. I wanted to, and I liked it, a lot." Stiles confessed.
Derek turned back to face his student with an uncertain look on his face.
"You're dating my sister Stiles."
Stiles smiled up at Derek and slide his hand over Derek's stubbed cheek.
Derek inhaled deeply, and his form tensed up under his student's touch.
"Derek." Stiles whispered, near his teacher's mouth as he leaned in closer with his eyes full of desire.
"I'm not, I'm not dating Cora." He announced to a confused Derek before closing the gap between them and meeting his lips in a sensual lip lock.
Derek relaxed in Stiles hold, and found himself kissing back. Their lips pressed against each other and their tongues caressed in a playfully manner.
Stiles moaned into the kiss as Derek took the control pushing again Stiles back, pressing him further into him until their chest were smashed up against each other.
It wasn't until Derek felt Stiles clothes hard on rub up against his own arousal, that he parted ways.
"Wait, I can't."
"What, what is it?" Stiles asked panicked.
"I haven't been intimate with someone for a long time now, not since..." Derek trailed off.
"It's okay. I don't mind if you're a little rusty." Stiles teased, giving Derek a peck on the cheek.
"It's not that Stiles. I've had sex after my ex, Jennifer. With a few people, but none of which I ever truly connected with like Jen or..."
"Me?"
Derek nodded nervously.
"It's okay, I understand. We don't have to do anything you don't want to do...but I think you do want this." He said grinding into his teacher's hard on, making him whimper.
"Stiles." Derek protested.
"Stop fighting me Teach."
"Stiles, I..."
"I won't hurt you, I promise." Stiles replied, giving him a genuine smile.
Derek's eyes meet Stiles once more and he pulled him into a passionate lip lock.
He let Stiles take the lead as he lay back on the couch, taking Stiles down with him through the kiss.
Stiles broke the kiss as he started to grind his clothed hardness against Derek. His lips grazed Derek neck as his panted and moaned away, pushing his hips deeper and faster into his teacher's.
Derek gripped Stiles clothed ass, urging him on as he grunted through gasps, pushing his eager hips up to meet his student's.
They were both close to reaching climax.
"Stiles." Derek gasped, filling a bit lightheaded.
"Oh, Teach." Stiles groaned, pushing harder into Derek's crotch.
Moments later, Stiles was shaking uncontrollably as his body tensed up.
"Uh!"
"Stiles!" Derek voiced, feeling his own end coming upon him.
Stiles weak form dropped onto Derek's clothes chest.
"Oh fuck." He panted into his teacher's neck as he worked on calming his breathing.
Derek panted right along with him and ran a soothing hand over Stiles back trying to calm him down as well as himself.
The touch was so warm and sweet and comfort Stiles to the point of falling asleep in his teacher's arms.