At least the farewell dinner at Stiles' place was fun. Stiles' parents actually liked him and Scott and Isaac had accepted Derek as Stiles' partner without hesitation. Scott didn't even go into full big brother mode and tried to give him the shovel speech or something like that. And in this case, Derek would have almost accepted that Stiles' family wanted to make sure that he didn't get hurt. But nothing like that. All of them accepted Stiles' decision and just welcomed Derek to the family.
However, the attention whore of the evening was the kitten Isaac had brought with him and they were more talking about that than anything else. Derek was pretty sure the cat didn't touch the ground the whole evening, it just got passed from lap to lap.
Scott did promise to kick Derek's ass if he didn't take care of the cat properly, so there was that.
The day had been exhausting, at least emotionally, and since they wanted an early start in the morning, they didn't draw out dinner for too long.
Isaac gave Derek some last advice on how to not kill a cat, Scott hugged Stiles as if he didn't want to let go ever again and then Scott and Isaac left. Holding hands. But Derek doubted either of them even noticed.
Derek and Stiles turned in not long after with the cat in a nest of blankets in the corner of the room. It didn't sound happy about being alone but it didn't take long for Jack to sneak in and settled down with the cat.
The needy meowing stopped immediately and the cat snuggled so deep into the soft fur of Jack's belly that it almost disappeared.
Meanwhile, Jack was looking at them as if he wanted to ask what the hell they were thinking, leaving the cat alone.
They didn't get the early start they had wanted because they got out of bed an hour later than planned. The way John was looking at them, he suspected some kinky morning sex but truth be told they had just been too lazy to get up early.
The plan was to drive through till late in the evening without any detours and to look for a place to sleep as late as possible. Even like that it would take days to get back to New York, the extra breaks for Jack not even in included. And with the cat, Derek didn't even know what to expect.
Then it took almost another hour to get everything in the car.
"We didn't have this much stuff on the way here." Derek was sure of that. It was just one additional cat and the lunch packages Melissa had made them. And Norbert the teddy bear.
"We didn't unpack that much on the road," Stiles explained and leaned into the bag he was trying to squeeze in between two others. "And c'mon, everybody loves Tetris."
"I don't." Derek watched him struggling with the lid of the trunk. "I never know where to put the long piece."
The trunk clicked shut and Stiles straightened with a triumphant grin.
"Don't worry, I'll show you where to put the long piece." He wiggled his eyebrows at him. Derek just rolled his eyes.
"Things I don't want to hear," Melissa spoke up behind them.
"Don't be such a prude, that was harmless." Stiles wasn't even fazed but then he looked at the closed trunk. "Derek, please tell me you didn't put the bag with the toys in first."
"That I really don't need to hear." Melissa raised her hands in defense.
"No, it's …" Derek cleared his throat, desperately not looking in her direction. "It's at the side with my camera bag."
"Easy access, awesome." Stiles' grin grew even wider and he had way too much fun, making them all flustered. "I knew there was a reason I'm keeping you around."
When he rolled past Derek he used the chance for a hard slap on his ass before he disappeared into the house to have one last look around to make sure they hadn't forgotten anything.
"I'm sorry," Derek said when he was standing alone with Melissa in the driveway. "That was too much information."
"I don't want to know what you do," she said. "But I know Stiles, he can get rather … enthusiastic. If he gets carried away, tell him, okay?"
Derek shifted from one foot to the other, he had hoped that they were done with this topic.
"The Stiles you know is not the Stiles who … you know." Derek cleared his throat. "He's different then. Focused, in control, he doesn't get carried away."
She looked at him as if she was trying to figure something out but then she just nodded.
When they were finally ready to leave Derek got hugs from John and Melissa and then they were on the road. Derek didn't even say goodbye to his parents.
Stiles was driving and Derek's job was to keep an eye on the cat they had put in a basket on the back seat. Jack had an eye on the little bundle as well and not half an hour later it was sleeping anyway.
"Do you have a name for him yet?" Stiles asked with a glance at the mirror. "It's a him, right?"
"Yeah." Derek nodded. "And no, I don't have a name for him yet." He raised his hand when he saw Stiles opening his mouth. "And you're not going to name my cat."
Stiles gave him a fake pout.
"If he's anything like you, you should name him Grumpy."
"He's not Grumpy Cat."
"At least you know that one," Stiles muttered more to himself.
With the late start and the extra breaks for the pets, they didn't make it nearly as far as they had planned but they weren't really in a hurry. However, Derek was looking forward to sleeping in his own bed again.
They found a motel and Stiles took Jack for a walk while Derek stayed back to look after the cat and to order their dinner. They weren't in the mood for going out, Chinese in bed sounded just right.
Sitting in the car all day had been exhausting, not even counting the last few days, so they turned in early and Derek fell asleep within minutes.
When he woke up, his cock was locked in the cage. It took him a moment to make sense out of that information but then he remembered what Stiles had promised him. Derek washed his hand over his face, this was going to be a long day.
"Morning." Stiles' face came into view and he was way too cheerful for this early hour. He slipped a hand between Derek's legs and thoughtfully rolled his balls in his palm.
"Color?" Stiles asked. He brushed his thumb over the tip of the cage, teasing the slit through the small gap there.
"Green." As if he would answer anything else.
"This is what we're going to do." Stiles kept on playing with his junk while Derek tried to lay as still as possible. "I'm going to get comfortable while you're going to give me a show. Open yourself up, nice and slow. I want to see four fingers fucking that pretty hole of yours. I want to see you writhe and moan when you hit your sweet spot with every thrust. You want to do that for me?"
"Yes, please."
"And then, when you're nice and ready for me, you're going to ride me." Stiles gave his balls a sharp tug, making Derek gasp. "I want my seed deep in you when I plug you up. And if you are a good boy." He twisted his hand and Derek arched off the bed with a pained noise. "I'm going to put a diaper on you to catch all that sweet precome you're going to leak all day."
"Green." Derek gasped. Stiles had his balls in an iron grip and for a moment it felt like he wanted to just rip them off. But then he let go of him and Derek sank back into the mattress with a whimper.
"We have a long ride ahead." The tube of lube hit him on the chest and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Stiles getting comfortable with his back propped up against the headboard.
"Long ride?" Derek craned his neck to look at him. "Fucking or driving?"
Stiles just gave him a look. "You better go on with the program or I'll spank you once I've plugged you up. See how long driving feels then."
Derek grabbed the lube and scrambled into position straddling Stiles' legs so that Stiles had a good view on his backside.
By the time Stiles allowed him to sink down on his cock, Derek was constantly leaking precome and his cock was straining against the cage but the raw need had nowhere to go. And of course, Stiles angled him just right so that Derek was hitting his prostate with every rise and fall.
Derek's legs were shaking, his whole body covered in a thin layer of sweat and his hole felt raw and abused when Stiles finally grabbed him by the hips and slammed him down, burying himself deep in Derek.
"That's it." He gritted out and Derek could feel him pulsing deep inside him. Stiles held him there for a moment longer while the last waves of his orgasm shook through him.
"Clench down," Stiles whispered in his ear. "I want my come to stay inside you."
Stiles pulled out, rolled him onto his stomach and then the blunt tip of the bigger plug nudged at his entrance. It went in without much resistance.
"You're doing so good." Stiles kneaded his cheeks which jostled the plug inside him. Derek buried his face in the pillow with a whimper but when he saw what Stiles was reaching for next, his cheeks burned with shame.
"Turn around."
Derek didn't look when Stiles put the diaper on him. It felt strange but kind of good.
"Good boy." Stiles patted his caged cock through the fabric of the diaper. "Get dressed and then I want breakfast, I'm starving."
Derek had worn the cage and the plug in public quite a few times by now, it was exciting but he had gotten used to it. The diaper, however, was something different.
Stiles wore them all the time and even knowing that it was there, it was impossible to tell so Derek was sure that nobody could see his. He still had the feeling that everybody was looking at him when they entered the diner for breakfast.
He did breathe easier when they were finally in the car.
The plug felt huge inside him and every little bump in the road drove it right into his prostate. Other feelings aside, he didn't want to think too deeply about those, Derek was glad for the diaper because he would have been sporting an impressive wet spot at the front of his jeans not even an hour into the ride.
It didn't help that Stiles had his hand in his crotch whenever he could spare it.
They took turns in driving and it was better when Derek was the one behind the wheel. He had to focus on the road and not so much on how his rim clenched around the thick base of the plug.
Playing with the cat also helped to keep his mind out of the gutter but for their lunch break Stiles made him walk Jack and it was impossible to ignore the large intrusion while he tried to keep up with the dog. After hours in the car, Jack wanted to run.
The arousal was burning deep in his guts and his legs were shaking from the constant abuse to his prostate and Stiles didn't even glance at him when he and Jack came back to the car. He was too busy playing with the cat.
Restroom breaks were strange too. With the cage, Derek was used to using the stalls but now he had to deal with the diaper as well. The front was soaked with his precome.
"Color?" Stiles asked, stroking along the inner seam of Derek's jeans. The sun was low in the sky and they would have to find a motel for the night soon.
"Green," Derek answered without a moment of hesitation. He was more than ready to get rid of the plug but he could take it a little while longer.
"We should find a place for dinner then," Stiles decided with a wicked grin.
Derek groaned.
