Derek relaxed on the new couch. Isaac owing him for the car wreck was just wonderful, and he was going to milk it for all it was worth. Isaac was pouting somewhere, he was sure, playing with his new collection of scarves—which Derek had no idea where the beta had acquired them. Maybe from Scott.
Derek breathed in the new scent of the loft. It was secluded, rent-free and relatively safe—not to mention closer to the happenings of the town. Light filtered in from the filthy glass window that occupied most of the southern wall.
Isaac shuffled into the big room. He had his own little space, something to call his. As much as a pain he could be, Derek wanted him to have as a normal life as possible.
"Derek?" His voice was quiet as if he didn't want to interrupt.
"What's up Isaac?"
"I think I'm going to head out." The blonde smiled. "No, not going to borrow any vehicles."
Derek rolled his eyes. "You're lucky the sheriff likes you. Otherwise the insurance wouldn't have paid for a new car. Go, have fun. When will you be back?"
Isaac shrugged. "Maybe after midnight."
"Just be careful. Going to see Scott?"
"Yeah," Isaac smiled, sheepishly. "He's torn up about Allison being out of town. And he said he's got a plan that Stiles helped him with for the New Improved Scott McCall Program."
"As long as this new program involves Scott being less of an asshole, I'm all for it."
Isaac laughed. "I think Stiles has integrated a clause called 'Be Nice to Derek.'"
He grinned. "Good. Keep an eye out for the alpha pack, okay? If you notice anything, call me and I'll be there."
Isaac sobered and nodded. "Got it."
As soon as his beta closed the large sliding door, Derek stretched along the couch and pulled out his phone.
-heard you've got a scott improvement plan in place? D.
-ha ha. isaac is such a tattler. yeah. scott wants to be 'better' so I just threw a list at him. S.
-nice. what's on it? D.
-oh, the usual. be nice, be nicer, hangout with your friends. listen to your mom. practice lacrosse. S.
Derek took a breath before typing. It was soon but still, he wanted to share with Stiles.
-ha good. so … wanna see the new place? D.
-YES. OMG that would be amazing! where is it? wait. I can find you super easy. can I pop over or …? S.
-yes. you can pop over. just … make it less smelly. D.
-okay. give me like 5 minutes. S.
-shit. maybe like 30-40? I'm at scott's right now and mama insisted I stay for dinner as my dad is at work. though I should be able to slip away after I deliver the goods to dad. :( S.
-it's cool, babe. I 3 you. D.
-omg. you and your face. I love you too. S.
Derek knew he looked stupid with the grin on his face. But there was no one to see it, so he didn't care. Peter was … somewhere downtown, but Derek didn't concern himself with his crazy uncle.
He reached over and grabbed the book he'd borrowed from Beacon Hills Library, The Formation of Islam. Nothing like a good history book to help whittle away the time. He savored the information nuggets like a meal. This book piqued his interests; knowledge of the past often lead to an understanding of the present.
He read, absorbed until the buzz of his phone shattered the trance-like state he was in.
-done with filial duties! :) S.
Derek put the book on the coffee table.
-come on over. I'll give you the grand tour. D.
-k. told my dad I'd be over in a bit. gonna drive. S.
-okay. D.
Derek's phone buzzed with an unfamiliar number.
-b good 2 my son i can find u. Sheriff.
-yes, sir. D.
-good. ud better or else. my boy is the only one i got. Sheriff.
-i know about losing family. D.
-then you know to take care of him. Sheriff.
-yes, sir. D.
-then we have understndng :) Sheriff.
Derek set down his phone. He felt Stiles getting closer through the bond they now shared. He couldn't help but become excited. He hadn't seen Stiles for a day, but it felt like a lifetime to be away from his mate—especially now that they were bonded. He got up from the couch and moved to the big window, and looked out, his hand on the desk. Dark clouds had gathered since the sunny afternoon. He hoped it would rain; rain always softened his moods.
Stiles was close, just outside the building. He could feel his mate moving closer.
A big, fat drop splattered on the window. And more fell from the sky. He grinned.
Derek turned around, and half-sat on the desk to watch Stiles come in. The big door shuddered and slid partially open. Stiles stood there, hand raised to wave. Without thinking, Derek moved up and closer to Stiles.
In a moment, he had brown hair (that was growing out) in his face and Stiles' warm body in his arms.
"I missed you," he murmured to the hair. Arms were wrapped about his midsection.
"I missed you too, you big lug. Even if it's only been a day. God, how sickeningly cute are we?"
"Don't care." Derek nuzzled into Stiles' hair.
He slowly let up on the hug and then closed the big metal door. "Well," he said. "This is it." He waved his arm to encompass the loft.
"It's a step up from the previous place. I like the ceilings." Stiles grabbed a hold of Derek's hand and stepped down from the landing. "Nice window."
Steady drops of rain pattered the surface, soothing sounds in the empty of the loft.
"It is. I guess this is the living room," Derek said. "No TV though. Got a couch. That's a step up. Isaac usually sleeps over there."
Derek pointed to a space tucked away from the openness of the room. "He's got a bed, at least. better than just blankets on the floor."
"Ooh, what a big bed you have!" Stiles said. "Well, at least I think that's your bed."
"The better to sleep in." Derek chuckled. "It's nice to have something sturdy. Kitchen is over that way."
Derek lead Stiles to the small area that they used as a kitchen. It was mostly bare, but it worked. Neat stacks of dishes sat on what amounted to a counter.
"Not fancy, but it works," Derek said. "Bathroom is through the hole. Oops."
Stiles shook his head. "I guess it's better than having to go around. What's up the stairs?"
"Nothing much really. Isaac wanted to sleep up there, but couldn't get the bed up. He sometimes hangs out up there. If he wants privacy."
Stiles nodded.
"So, that's the grand tour," Derek said. "What do you think?"
"For free rent? It's not bad. Much better than rusting warehouses. For sure."
"Yeah," Derek agreed. "So, what do you want to do?"
"We can watch the rain and maybe …" Stiles said, leaning into Derek. "That is, if you want."
Derek pulled Stiles closer. "That sounds nice."
"Mmhmm." Stiles kissed Derek. "We are pretty much married."
"Not legally."
"Again with that? Magically is way cooler anyway," Stiles said, pouting. He ran a hand up Derek's chest.
Derek smiled. "It is."
Stiles walked Derek backwards to his bed. Derek fell, caught on the lip of the mattress. Stiles laid on top of him, breath so close and hot. Derek held Stiles gently.
"Derek." Stiles' voice was husky.
"Stiles." Derek gazed into those honey-brown eyes, lost in the sweet sea.
"You are wearing too many clothes."
Derek barked a laugh. "Yeah. So are you."
"So then why aren't you letting me go?" Stiles asked, squirming a bit.
"I don't want to. I like you right where you are."
Derek though that he should feel strange, but he didn't. This felt so normal.
"Well," Stiles said. "I could fix that."
"No." Derek pulled him tighter. "If I'm going to be getting into trouble with the law, I want to savor every moment of watching."
"Oh?" Stiles quirked his eyebrow. "That's right, you're going to take away my innocence."
He laughed. "You don't have any!"
Stiles grinned. "That's what you think."
Derek let go as Stiles struggled to get up. He got up on his elbows, to better watch. He sniffed to see if the bond was correct: Stiles was nervous.
"What are you sniffing at?"
"You're nervous." Derek said. "Why?"
"I've never … you know."
Derek sat up. "Neither have I. With someone I loved. So we are total equals there."
Stiles tightened his legs around Derek's. "Maybe you could help me?"
Derek nodded. "Just tell me to stop if you get uncomfortable."
Stiles smiled weakly. "Okay. Same goes for you."
Derek reached out and touched the hem of Stiles plaid over shirt. He slowly peeled it away. Stiles remained still, eyes fixed on Derek's. Stiles sucked in a breath when he touched warm skin to lift away the dark blue shirt.
He paused, unsure, until Stiles nodded to continue. Inch by inch, he revealed smooth skin dotted with moles and freckles. Taking his fill of the beautiful sight, Derek didn't want to rush. He wanted to savor each bit of revealed skin, every scrape of his thumb against the warm, living flesh. Stiles was an exquisite work of art.
As soon as the shirt cleared the air, Stiles clawed at Derek's. The fabric wrinkled against Derek's skin, though he concentrated on the heat of Stiles' fingers brushing against him. He wanted nothing more than to close his eyes and revel in the sensation, yet he kept them open and locked on Stiles. His love looked like he was concentrating hard not to just rip the shirt free. Derek smiled.
Then, it was free, and Derek leaned back.
"You are so hot," Stiles said. "Like unbelievable. I mean seriously. I got lucky."
"I got lucky," Derek said. "You are amazing."
He traced his fingers along the moles and freckles, light and airy.
"But you are so smooth!"
"I like these," Derek breathed. "'The grass is always greener.'"
Stiles grabbed Derek's hands and lowered himself. Skin pressed against skin. Derek delighted in the pressure and weight. Brown eyes were so close to him, Derek had to reach up and grab those lips with his own. Heat built quickly, Derek aware of his own arousal. Stiles kissed him so strongly and Derek wished the moment would last forever.
Lithe fingers danced up and down his body, weaving through his hair, never still. Derek let his own hands, blunt and thick, grasp and paw at Stiles.
"Pants," Stiles whispered. "Need to go."
Derek nodded. Stiles sat back and wiggled to stand and unbuttoned Derek's pants without further ado, and pulled them off with a quick tug that also pulled his underwear dangerously low. Stiles grinned.
"I've been waiting to see." Fingers slowly drew circles around his trimmed hair.
Derek breathed in sharply. "Well?"
Those same lithe fingers gently removed the last remaining clothing and Derek saw Stiles light up—as if unwrapping a present. Cool air brushed against his bare skin. Exposed, he felt vulnerable.
"Stiles?" he said, quiet.
"Derek?" Stiles looked up to his eyes.
"Can you?" Derek waved at Stiles' pants. "So I'm not so alone in my nakedness?"
Stiles nodded and Derek swore that he'd never seen anyone move so quick to remove their own clothing. Stiles face was a bright red in blush and Derek smiled.
He'd never imagined that Stiles would be as … endowed as he was. His voice was thick. He pushed himself up and back to lay fully on his bed and rolled over to get in the sheets.
"Come here," he said.
"Hey! Why are you hiding all that glory?"
"I'm cold," he teased. "Come keep me warm, Stiles."
In a moment, Stiles was next to him. Rain splattered against the windows, a tattoo beating a constant rhythm.
"Do you …," Derek started, biting at his lips. "Want to go all the way?"
Stiles nodded, reaching out to draw playfully on his chest. "Yeah. How do you want to?"
Derek rolled over to face Stiles. "I can heal if I get hurt."
"So can I, big guy," Stiles whispered. "We have all of our lives. I don't want your size to get in the way. Ever."
"Have you ever, played with yourself."
Stiles nodded. "You?"
"Yeah."
Stiles grinned and sat on top of Derek. "Just be easy on me. Maybe."
Derek smiled. "Okay."
He reached over to his nightstand and fished around for lube, but he could find any. He twisted to see if there was any in there, but no. Isaac must have taken it. Or Peter. He shuddered.
"Someone must have taken it," Derek muttered.
"Not to worry, when you have a magically boyfriend slash husband." Stiles closed his eyes and the smell of ozone filled the room. A big jug—the only word to describe it—of lube appeared on the nightstand with traces of black mist.
"Did you just happen to have that laying around somewhere?" Derek asked. It was one thing to have a little, another when that showed up. Or just excited over-preparation.
Stiles shrugged. "I maybe just like to be prepared is all."
The thoughts evaporated from his mind as Stiles grinned and bent to to kiss him. Derek lost himself in the warmth. His lips cooled when Stiles moved to suck and nip at his throat and collarbone.
All the warmth building up in him suddenly shifted down. God how did Stiles find and remember that particular spot?
"Stiles, shit!"
"You okay?" Stiles mumbled.
"Be careful or there won't be any sexy times." Derek sucked a breath, forcing control over himself.
Stiles responded by biting. Harder. Fuck.
Derek grabbed Stiles' shoulders and flipped them over, sheets slightly tangled in his feet. He kicked them free and pressed himself against Stiles. He breathed hard against the pale skin, tentatively taking it in his teeth. Stiles moaned, the sound going straight to his loins.
"Derek," Stiles said. "Can you, uh, get on with it? I'm totally burning right now."
"No lightning!"
Stiles rolled his eyes. "No lightning. Got it."
Derek pumped lube on his fingers and gently rolled them together to warm the liquid. He placed his fingers against Stiles, and traced the sphincter before pressing in. Stiles gasped, but Derek remained firm and gentle, creating small circles. He wasted no time, listening to the heavy thumps of Stiles' heart to judge when he could slip in another finger.
He kept one hand on himself to stay erect, and the other worked Stiles open, bit by bit. After several minutes, he took more lube and slicked himself up.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
Stiles nodded, panting.
"Say something Stiles. Please?"
"Yes. Ready." His voice was thick and raw sounding. Derek's dick twitched.
Derek lifted Stiles' legs, and then they wrapped around his waist. He brushed himself up and down Stiles slick opening, lined himself up … and entered. Intense heat pulsed around his dick and Derek had to bite down on his lower lip to keep from climax. Stiles groaned in pleasure.
He stared down at the body spread before him, his hands touching Stiles everywhere.
"Look at me, Stiles," he said.
Stiles opened his eyes and Derek kept his gaze on those liquid eyes. He slipped in more, waiting for Stiles' heart to calm enough. The beating kept time with the soft splash of rain against the window.
Rhythm all around him, Derek slowly thrust forward and back in time with the beating his and Stiles' hearts and the patter of the rain. Eyes remained locked on Stiles. He continued, pressure building inside, heat thundering in his body. He leaned down to kiss Stiles while thrusting in, moans of ecstasy tumbling between them so even Derek didn't know which belonged to him and which to Stiles.
Derek felt himself blur, a distinct loss of his self. A warm meld of skin, flesh, and bone. Voices cried out. Intense heat flashed through him, whoever he might be. Waves of pleasure lapping away layers and being. He couldn't remember himself.
Slowly, color and sounds returned. Derek felt as if a ton of bricks had hit him, as if his muscles had all turned to jelly. Someone was rubbing circles along his shoulder, tracing the curves of musculature.
"Derek?" a sleepy voice said.
"Hmm?"
"That was fucking fantastic. We need to do that more often."
"Stiles?" Derek blinked a few times. He reached up to place his fingers on his favorite three moles.
"You okay? I mean, you should be right?"
"Mmm. I'm good. I think I got lost there."
Stiles laughed. "Yeah, I know the feeling. We have to do this more. Like everyday. All the time."
Derek groaned. "I can't even move." His dick was soft and wet, and cooling off.
"Me neither."
"That was pretty awesome," Derek sighed. "Maybe not all the time, but as often as possible. Stiles?"
"Yeah, Derek?"
"I love you." He relaxed, still on top of Stiles. This was bliss.
"I love you too, you big bad wolf."
"Mmm." Derek wanted only to drift off to sleep. He tried to fight the urge, and failed. So secure in Stiles' arms, so safe. Life should always be like this, he thought. Sleep slipped over him, like a familiar blanket he hadn't felt in ages.
Notes: Aaah! I hope that lives up to the expectation! x_x (please don't murder me thanks)