Hey gang! Sorry for the delay. I majorly hit the wall with this chapter. Had to wait for inspiration to hit, and then finally, it did! Hope the Sterek sexy times are worth the wait. It's not massively graphic, but it's deffo adults only, obviously so don't read if you don't like that kind of thing. Though, if you don't like that kind of thing, what are you even doing here?
Stiles moaned as he shamelessly ground the bulge in his jeans against Derek's, his hands fisting in his hair as they started edging backwards, tumbling clumsily onto the bed.
"That's more like it."
An embarrassingly loud moan escaped Stiles' mouth as Derek ground against him, covering his body with his own. Their kisses grew harder, their hands frantically groping at each other, and Derek couldn't help his mind flashing back to the first time they'd been here together. He remembered the metallic scent of blood, the image of Stiles' scared, horrified face popping into his head and he couldn't stop himself pulling back slightly, jerking his head away from Stiles to break their kiss.
Stiles stared up at him in confusion, his breaths coming hard. Derek opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't find the words to express what he wanted to say. He rolled to the side, moving his weight off Stiles, but keeping his legs comfortably entwined with his, letting his hand drift down the side of Stiles' face to rest on his chest. His hands lightly traced over the faint scratches he'd left on his torso the last time he'd been with him, his eyes filled with regret.
"Don't." Stiles cut him off, before he could speak. "Don't say anything." He whispered, running his thumb across the rough stubble on Derek's jaw, rubbing gently across his lower lip, before his lips replaced his thumb, kissing him again. Stiles didn't need to hear another apology to know Derek was sorry. He could tell from the way he kissed him, slow and sweet.
They pulled back from each other, and Stiles let his hand trace a lazy path down the side of Derek's face to rest on his chest, over his heart. They stayed like that for what felt like a long time, just staring deep into each other's eyes, breathing each other in.
"Your heart is racing." Stiles whispered, like he couldn't quite believe it. Derek hoped that eventually Stiles would start believing that he was capable of setting hearts racing.
"So is yours," Derek replied, his eyes darting down to where his hand was still resting above Stiles' pounding heart.
Stiles breathed out a soft, shy laugh, his nerves overriding the part of his brain that usually came up with the witty comebacks.
Before either of them could say anything else, Derek pressed lightly on his chest, so that Stiles relaxed back into the mattress, and leaned back over him. He kept his weight off him while he kissed him, tantalisingly briefly, before moving to kiss his jaw, pressing a path of kisses down to where his hand had just been. Careful to keep his stubble from grazing against the marks he had left, he darted his tongue out to lick along each scratch, before dipping his head to suddenly swirl his tongue around Stiles' nipple.
A surprised gasp escaped Stiles' mouth and he arched up off the bed a little, as Derek continued his oral assault on his chest. Derek couldn't stop the little breath of relief that whooshed out against Stiles' flesh. He felt out of his depth in this situation and had taken a gamble. He knew how to be with women, and decided to just stick with his usual moves. As he moved to lavish the same attention on Stiles' left nipple, another soft gasp escaped his lips, and Derek realised this was going to be easier than he thought. He stopped second guessing himself and decided to just go with it, just as Stiles seemingly did the same thing, suddenly pushing Derek back and rolling on top of him.
Stiles mirrored Derek's earlier actions, pressing a constellation of kisses over Derek's tanned skin, feeling the hard muscles there tense and contract under his lips. Raising himself up on his knees, his hand slithered between them, stroking down the hard planes of Derek's abdomen, hovering hesitantly at the waistband of his jeans. He paused there for a second, his fingers lightly brushing the zip, pulling back to look into Derek's eyes, searching his permission. He swallowed thickly, his eyes dark with desire and promise, and nodded, a tiny, barely noticeable movement of his head, but that's all Stiles needed. His hands fumbled for a moment, struggling with the zip, while trying to hold himself up at the same time, and Derek couldn't help but laugh at his adolescent haste.
"Shut up," Stiles said, grinning down at him, while Derek held his hands up in surrender.
"Didn't say a word." Derek smirked at him, as he carried on fumbling with his zipper, eventually sliding down his body a little to get a better look at the situation.
"What are these, chastity jeans?" He mumbled to himself, while Derek fought to keep his composure as Stiles hands clumsily bumped against the ever growing bulge in his jeans.
Derek lay his head back down against the matress, tearing his eyes away from the sight of Stiles' face hovering inches above his lap, rubbing his hand through his hair and laughing to himself. This must be what it felt like to be a girl when the guy couldn't undo your bra. He chuckled to himself again, deciding it was best to keep that thought to himself.
"Ha!" Stiles said triumphantly, as the button finally sprung open, the zipper sliding down easily. Stiles wasted no time in tugging at his jeans, as Derek lifted his hips to help him pull them down. There was a moment where Stiles had to get completely off the bed, standing up to pull the jeans fully off Derek, and Derek suddenly felt awkward without the comfort of Stiles' body covering him. He took a deep breath, nervous again, feeling very exposed as Stiles stood by his feet, staring down at him, his erection straining against his boxers now impossible to ignore.
"Derek?" Stiles said seriously, cocking his head to the side. "Can you do me a favour?"
Derek's mind whirled about what Stiles could be about to ask, and he suddenly felt like a virgin on prom night, his heart pounding in his chest, his stomach flipping in a bundle of nerves. In a split second, he had freaked himself out entirely, fearing what Stiles was going to say next, feeling incredibly vulnerable as he lay motionless on the bed.
"Next time, could you maybe not weld your jeans on?" He asked, his tone serious, but a smirk playing on his face. Derek breathed out a sigh of relief.
"I'll see what I can do-." He whispered, his words trailing off, as Stiles casually starting undoing his own jeans, slipping them down without any signs of nervousness. His pounding heart gave him away though, but Derek knew he was attempting to play it cool. He decided to let him, since one of them needed to be the calm one here, and from the hungry, desperate way Derek was looking at Stiles, he realised it wasn't going to be him.
In a second, Stiles was kicking his jeans off, clambering back on to the bed, covering Derek's body with his own, claiming his mouth with his again. Derek felt better, less vulnerable somehow now that he had the hot, soft weight of Stiles on him again, and he could tell from the way Stiles' heartrate steadied that he felt the same.
Stiles ground himself against Derek, causing a sharp intake of breath, as Derek threw his head back. Emboldened by Stiles' action, he let his hands slide down the planes of his back, slipping under Stiles' underwear to cup the soft curve of his ass. Seemingly urged on by this, Stiles suddenly reached down between them to grab Derek through his boxers, the movement abrupt, like if he moved slowly he was scared he was going to talk himself out of it. It was like they were playing the best game of one-upsmanship ever, but Derek couldn't begin to consider his next move as Stiles' fingers tightened around him, starting to move gently. His head dropped back against the bed, and Stiles took the opportunity to move his mouth to Derek's exposed throat, licking at his pulse point.
Derek kept his eyes tightly closed, trying to keep the fragile grip on his control as Stiles carried on rubbing him through his underwear, not noticing Stiles slinking down his body until he felt a little wet tongue dip into his navel. His eyes flew open to see Stiles looking up at him with a devilish smile on his face, flashing him a dark look before, without warning, hooking his fingers into Derek's boxers, whipping them down, his erection springing free.
Once again, Derek had no time to feel embarrassed or to process Stiles' bold action before Stiles wrapped his mouth around him, and suddenly Derek couldn't think about anything other than the feel of Stiles' tongue running down his hard length.
It only lasted for a few second, before the warmth of his mouth was suddenly gone, and Derek looked down to see Stiles looking up at him uncertainly.
"Is this ok?" He said, biting his lip nervously.
Derek wanted to tell him that it was the stupidest question he'd ever heard, but he didn't trust himself to manage that many words without his voice embarrassingly giving up.
"Yes," He managed to croak out, dropping his head back as Stiles took him into his mouth again, hollowing his cheeks obscenely.
Derek couldn't stop the groan that slipped out as Stiles set up a steady rhythm, letting out a little moan every now and again that vibrated through Derek's whole body.
Derek was close embarrassingly quickly. It felt like Stiles had just started when Derek felt the familiar tightening begin to coil in his abdomen, his hands fisting in the bedsheets to stop from grabbing at Stiles' head, pushing him down. He fought to regain his control but it seemed impossible as Stiles hummed softly in the back of his throat, the vibrations sending Derek even closer to the edge.
"Uh Stiles?" He began, not sure what the ettiquette here was. He hadn't gotten a blowjob since highschool, and that had been Kate, who had made it clear pretty early on that she wasn't overly concerned with sexual manners. Politeness had been the last thing on his mind when a sexy older woman was indulging his every teenage whim, but Stiles was different entirely. He didn't want to ruin this by doing the wrong thing.
"Stiles?" He tried again, managing to pant the word out. Stiles ignored him, showing no sign of slowing down at all, and Derek moved his hand to the side of his face, trying to get his attention.
Stiles didn't stop, but he cast his eyes up at Derek, casting him a wicked look and pulling Derek's hand away from his face to lace his fingers through his. The effect was powerful, the intense eye contact providing all Derek needed to tumble over the precipice, arching his back, releasing a strangled half-groan, half growl as he came. He expected Stiles to pull back after the first second, but he didn't, keeping his mouth firmly wrapped around him, even as Derek unconsciously gave a few wild thrusts, eventually slowing to a halt, flopping bonelessly back on the bed.
His breathless pants filled the room, and his eyes slid closed for a few moments while he tried to regain some kind of composure. When he opened them, Stiles was grinning up at him from between his legs, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand and looking very smug.
"Where did you- How did you-?" Derek blushed as it became clear he was struggled to form complete sentences, staring down at Stiles in awe.
Stiles shrugged, like it was no big deal.
"High speed internet connection, a curious mind and 'cocky boys'." He said simply, clambering back up the bed to lie next to Derek, propping himself up on his elbow. Derek turned to look at him in confusion. "I watch a lot of porn, Derek." Stiles clarified.
Derek nodded slowly, taking this information in, aswell as noticing the bulge in Stiles' boxers pressing insistently against his thigh, a sudden new fear setting in.
"I don't watch porn." He blurted out suddenly.
Stiles lay back, looking at the ceiling and laughing heartily.
"That's ok. It's not compulsory, ya know."
"No. I mean..." He felt his cheeks redden. "I just don't think-" He took a deep breath, rolling over to face Stiles, his hand naturally coming to rest on his chest. "I wont be any good."
Stiles was silent for a moment, taking in the fact that both Lydia and Derek had shared the same fear of disappointing him, trying to wrap his head around how these two gorgeous creatures could worry about disappointing anyone. He wanted to laugh, but one glance at Derek's serious, worried face, told him it would be the wrong move. He leaned up to press a kiss against Derek's mouth, noticing the change in Derek's expression when he tasted himself on Stiles' lips, wanting to grin at the thoughtful look that crossed his face.
"Don't worry. Anything fang-free is fine by me." He assured him, covering Derek's hand on his chest with his own, gently guiding his hand down his stomach. They reached the little trail of hair that disappeared under his boxers and Stiles tightened his grip on Derek's hand, stopping him from going any further.
"You don't have to. You don't like, owe me, or anything." He said, giving Derek a small smile.
"I want to." Derek said decisively. Stiles didn't need any further proof, releasing Derek's hand to continue it's path alone, gently brushing over the outside of Stiles' boxers. Chancing a glance at his face, Stiles wanted to giggle at the serious look of concentration on Derek's face, but then Derek's hand closed around him through his boxers and giggling was the last thing on Stiles' mind, as he released a hiss.
Derek began moving, very gently, and Stiles pretended he couldn't feel the shake in Derek's hand, giving away his nerves.
"There you go. You're a natural-"
The sound of a door slamming cut Stiles off, causing Derek's hand to tighten almost painfully, both of them freezing in shock.
"The kitchen's on fire." Erica's bored-sounding voice rang out through the apartment.
"My bacon!" Stiles blurted out, his voice panic-stricken, and Derek would have laughed at someone sounding so distraught over bacon if the whole situation hadn't been so embarrassing.
Before Derek could react properly, or even get his brain into gear, Stiles was pushing him off him, jumping up off the bed and pulling his jeans on. Derek managed to just start moving by the time Stiles ran towards the door, wrenching it open, thick, acrid smoke pouring in from the hallway.
"Holy shit." He muttered, sounding more annoyed than panicked now. He gazed out into the smoke for a second before glancing down at his crotch, then back over his shoulder at Derek. "I just cannot catch a break!"
"Derek? Did you hear me? The kitchen's on fire." Erica's voice rang out again, clearer now the door was open, still not sounding particularly bothered.
Stiles sighed to himself, before sprinting out into the gloom. Derek stared at his retreating form for a second before jumping off the bed, pulling his boxers and jeans back on and running to catch up with Stiles, entering the kitchen a split second after him thanks to werewolf speed.
Erica was standing in the middle of the room, one hand on her hip, the other holding a completely blackened pan. In contrast, Isaac was a whirlwind of energy, hurriedly throwing a wet cloth over the small flames that were dancing out of the grill. Erica examined the burnt bottom of the pan without any real interest, not bothering to cast her gaze upwards when they came dashing in.
"I think your pasta's done." She said dryly, without looking up. Finally, her eyes raised to look at them, widening when she took in the appearance of the two shirtless, sweaty men in front of her.
Her face cracked into a wide grin as she looked them up and down slowly.
"Excellent." She said, gleefully. Isaac whirled around as she spoke, sighing deeply and shaking his head when he noticed Stiles and Derek, standing still and awkward in the doorway.
"Oh god." He said wearily. "Do you ever stop?" He crossed his arms, looking like a disapproving father, which made Erica grin even more, clearly loving the situation. "I mean, why even turn the grill on? Why bother with the pretense?"
"I... We didn't mean to." Stiles spoke up, Erica letting out a shrill little squark of laughter at his words. He hung his head like he was deeply ashamed, but managed to flash Erica a little wink, letting her know he clearly thought it was just as funny as she did.
"You could have burned the house down." Isaac said accusingly, turning to throw a window open, sending the smoke curling out into the winter's air.
"We just got caught up in the moment." Derek said, feeling like a scolded child, his cheeks burning.
Erica slunk across the room to gaze up at Isaac lovingly.
"Come on. You know what that's like." She reasoned, her voice sultry, wrapping her arms round him, reaching up on her tip toes to kiss him. Derek growled.
"What did we talk about?" Derek said sharply, suddenly remembering that he was not a scolded child, that he was a grown man, and that he was in no position to be told off by teenagers in his own home.
Erica and Isaac sprang apart and she rolled her eyes at him.
"Not in front of you." She recited, like she was already bored of saying it.
"Right."
Stiles dropped his gaze to the floor, wanting to laugh at the absurdity of the situation, but thinking it wouldn't help at all.
"So... This is awkward-"
"For you. It's awkward for you. I'm good." Erica interupted him, glancing over her shoulder at Isaac, who finally dropped his disappointed dad act and grinned back at her. "How about you, Issac? How you feeling about this current turn of events?"
"Good. I feel good about it." He chuckled as he noticed Stiles' grin, contrasted sharply with Derek's glowering face.
"Well. Yes, ok. Either way, is there something we can help you with?" Stiles asked, fixing a syrupy sweet smile on his face.
Erica tossed her hair back over her shoulder before answering.
"I need Lydia's chemistry notes. I missed a coupla classes and apparently there's a test coming up and I have no clue what we're even doing..." She waved her hand around, her tone bored, like the whole idea of going to class was ridiculously beneath her. She dropped the ruined pan on the side, moving towards the doorway. "It's ok. I'll just get them myself."
"Wait." Stiles stopped Erica in her tracks. "Lydia's-" He cast a glance at Derek. "She's not here."
"Oh." Erica looked confused for a moment before her face split into a wide smile. "OH!" She spun round on her heel, skipping up to Isaac, holding her hand out expectantly.
"Knew it. Pay up." She announced gleefully, as Isaac pulled a twenty out of his pocket, sighing as he pressed it into her hand.
She tucked the money safely into her bra, looking smug, before turning again, grabbing Isaac's hand and dragging him through the living room area towards the door.
"We'll let you get back to..." She cast her eyes pointedly to the persistent bulge in Stiles' jeans. "Whatever it was that you were doing."
Isaac paused at the door, looking at something on the doorframe in fascination.
"Wait, wait." Even Erica stopped obediently, craning to see what Isaac was looking at. Derek and Stiles strolled over curiously to see what had him so interested, confused when they saw nothing unusual. "Right. See this thing here? It's called a lock." He tapped at the rarely used deadbolt, as Erica let out a little giggle at how serious Isaac was being. "It basically stops the door from opening if you don't want it to." He nodded seriously, glancing between Stiles and Derek. "May I suggest you both aquaint yourselves with it?"
And without another word, he took Erica's hand, and they both left, Erica's giggling echoing down the hallway.
"Thanks for the tip," Stiles shouted after them, closing the door and breathing out a soft laugh. He turned around slowly.
"Ah...I swear, the more time I spend with him, the funnier he gets. Coincidence? I think not-" He was cut off when Derek suddenly dropped to his knees in front of him. "What are you-"
"Where were we?" Derek whispered tantalisingly, gazing up at Stiles through his lashes, his voice sending shivers through him.
There was a soft sound from the other side of the door, and they both realised Erica and Isaac might not have been quite as far out of earshot as they thought.
"Oh for god's sake..." Isaac's muffled words drifted through the door as there was the sound of heels clicking back towards them, followed by Erica's voice ringing out, sounding as amused as she was agitated.
"Seriously? Lock the fucking door!"
Once again guys, I'm sooo sorry for the delay! I had a manic coupla weeks and I just couldn't find the inspiration to finish this chapter. I really hope y'all like it. I'm kinda nervous about it. I felt a little out of my depth writing it, but I figure Stiles and Derek would be feeling pretty out of their depth too, so I'm hoping I kinda made it work. Also, I tend to diffuse awkward situations in real life with humour, and I just decided to go for that in my writing too. Seemed like a Stiles move.
Anyhoo, I know a lot of you aren't necessarily Sterek fans, but I really hope you like it. I had some lovely responses to my last chapter, which definitely encouraged me to carry on and write this! Thanks a million!
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