Stiles dashed around his house in a state of panic, he had an apology message all typed up to send to Derek but was debating on whether or not to send it. His newfound attraction to Derek and also the utter humiliation of Derek knowing what exactly went down in his shower the night before really put a notch in his plans to see Derek today. But before he could send the message his phone vibrated and a message from Derek had been sent.
Same café at lunch
There was no question mark, just the message and Stiles knew then that Derek wasn't giving him a choice on the matter.
Stiles would have to go.
Stiles breathed in deep and deleted the message before he could accidentally send it. He squeezed his eyes shut and groaned flopping onto the couch, no matter any desperate attempt he tried he couldn't block out the memories of the night before. The pure want of remembering of wanting to release himself kept making his abdomen heat up and his groin slightly twitch.
This wasn't good at all. Stiles absolutely fucking knew that when if he took one look at Derek today, he would grow a boner.
Mind you, Stiles had already rubbed one out, twice! He woke with morning wood after having very vivid and very R rated dreams about Derek. He didn't mind them when he was dreaming, but when he awoke guilt would rush over him. However, there was no Derek here now to know what Stiles was doing, and even though he'd regret it after he would cum, he also felt like he was on cloud nine. That first orgasm that morning had instantly gone on his top ten orgasm list. It wasn't quite on the same level as his first orgasm whilst having proper (not on moulded couches) sex, but it was goddamn close.
Stiles grumbled crankily and rolled off the couch, landing with an oof on the floor. He really needed to get his horniness under control, maybe he needed to find a one-night stand or something.
Yes, that is exactly what he needed. He could rock up to a gay bar in his tightest jeans that just screamed fuck me! Find the closest hot looking guy, grind on him a couple times, take him back to his place since his dad would be working late and take off some of that sexual tension that had been building up for god knows how long.
Stiles excited with his now made up plans felt slightly better at seeing Derek, maybe he would be able to keep it under control knowing he would have a mindless but hopefully good fuck tonight. Stiles now a lot more self-conscious of Derek than before, took his time choosing an outfit for lunch. But before he dressed in his outfit, he realised that this wouldn't be a date and he threw the outfit on his bed and shoved on some jeans and a hoodie.
He would save that outfit tonight, but with his fuck me jeans.
Stiles grabbed his car keys from his desk, sent a quick text to Derek to say that he would be on his way and jumped into his car. The car ride allowed for his thoughts to clear in his head. Stiles always felt better when he had plans. First, he would talk about Derek about what the fuck happened to him last night, but he had a good idea about what did. Then he would go to the closest gay bar in town, which was only fifteen minutes away, find someone to screw and have an epic and hopefully sexually satisfying night.
He parked outside the café and took a deep breath, he needed to keep his breathing and heart beat steady when he talked to Derek, he didn't want to make things even weirder and awkward than they had to be.
Stiles jumped out of his car and locked the door, he checked his phone quickly, zero notifications which was not unusual and started towards the café. As he walked in, he immediately zoned in on the small table that they had met at last time and sure enough Derek was there.
He smiled and breathed in. Keep your cool. He told himself. He had to keep his cool.
"Hey." He greeted, flashing a gentle smile.
Derek looked up and Stiles nearly gasped, Stiles would have missed it if he wasn't suddenly so aware of Derek, but he definitely saw arousal flash through Derek's hazel eyes. Stiles, trying to make it seem like he hadn't noticed sat down and quickly grabbed the menu, thanking the distraction but also suddenly realising that he was starving.
"I'm broke so it's on you yeah?" Stiles asked looking up, he wanted to keep the mood light today and currently all he felt was sexual tension flashing around the atmosphere like lightning. Stiles looked back down to the menu when he couldn't take looking at Derek's eyes any longer. They were deep and alluring and he could easily drown in them if he wanted to.
Stiles tried to reason with himself, surely this feeling was just him and he was just reading far too much into Derek's expressions and the sexual tension that he was feeling? But when Stiles looked back up to Derek, his eyes flashed neon blue.
Yep okay definitely wasn't imagining things, Derek was incredibly turned on right now and Stiles was desperately trying to hold onto every last piece of sanity and willpower that he had left.
Stiles trying to keep things on track to what was meant to be happening this meeting, cleared his throat and asked in a quiet voice, "what happened last night?"
Derek seeming to somewhat bring himself together and looked away from Stiles, Stiles then realised that a slight blush began to brighten the tips of his ears. Stiles desperately wanted to tease Derek for it, but he knew it wasn't the right time.
"It was the family of Joseph, his mum and dad."
"Oh shit." Was all Stiles could say.
"I didn't know they were coming, they ambushed me, and I had no choice but to run away, they are a lot stronger than Joseph, and I barely was able to deal with that kid."
Stiles too could've teased Derek for this, but the situation was now serious and there was no time for teasing or joking about creatures that could kill Derek.
"What are we going to do, do they know about me?" He asked, suddenly worried about his dad.
Derek shrugged and shook his head, staring at Stiles this time.
"I'm not really sure, we didn't talk a whole lot, you know just trying to survive."
Stiles understood that, but he also needed to know if these… Things knew about him, because if they did, they might try using his father as bait to lure him out, and Stiles would take the bait in a heartbeat.
"Derek, I need to know if they know about me, my dad could be in serious danger."
Derek looked up at him with apologetic eyes.
"I know, but I have idea who they are, and also what."
Stiles thought for a moment, then realised there potentially was a person that knew who Josephs parents were.
"Hey, I reckon my dad knows who they would be." Derek eyes shone with understanding and the two both stand up.
"Station?"
"Station." Derek nodded his head.
Stiles went to his car, but Derek stopped him with a gentle grasp of his wrist. "Wouldn't it be easier just to take one car?" He asked, slight hesitation in his eyes.
Stiles remembered back to the intense sexual tension that he felt back in the café, and he wasn't sure if being a car, a private space with Derek, would be such a good idea. But what could possibly go so wrong, the station was only about ten minutes away.
"Alright but we take my car." Stiles smirked, he knew how Derek felt about driving and his car and instantly Derek didn't like that idea.
"Stiles…" He began, but Stiles stopped him.
"Uh uh, if you want me to go together with you, it's with my car."
Derek seemed to fight with himself, a grimace forming on his face, but eventually he sighed, growled softly at Stiles and smoothly swiped the car keys out of Stiles hand.
"Fine, but I'm driving."
"Cheater." Stiles murmured, and Derek chuckled lightly as he opened the driver's door.
Stiles heart pounded at that, he never realised how good Derek sounded when he chuckled, it must be ten times better when he laughed.
"Stiles you coming?" Derek yelled through the open window, which he really didn't need to as Stiles was only a metre away. This snapped Stiles out of his reverie and Stiles quickly rushed into the passenger seat. Derek started the car and they were on their way.
The radio hummed in the background as the two drove. Stiles was reminded of the trip that they had taken to the school only about a month ago, and how things have changed since. Stiles chanced a look at Derek, who was coincidentally looking at him at the same time. Stiles looked away at the sudden eye contact and blushed.
He propped his elbow on the door and rested his chin on his palm. His thoughts thundered through his brain, not giving him a moment of peace. Questions kept hitting him left right and centre, and none of these questions he had answers to.
Why was he suddenly so attracted to Derek?
Did he want something more than sex with Derek?
Did he like Derek?
And did Derek maybe like him back?
Stiles sighed at these thoughts and Derek turned to him, a question twinkling in his eyes, but Derek said nothing and turned his attention back to the road. Stiles watched as Derek drove, his biceps flexed slightly from holding the wheel, his shoulders strong and wide as they always were. His jawline sharp enough to cut through the sexual tension that Stiles now could now feel building up. Stiles knew that this was partially his fault as he was unabashedly checking out Derek now, but he couldn't stop once he had begun.
Derek's hands gripped the wheel tighter and his jawline clenched, Stiles watched awed at how he had missed realising this pure walking sex machine for the last three years. Derek turned to Stiles, his eyes now a neon blue, Stiles blushed but chanced a look down. Derek's jeans strained against the Derek's crotch, a tent forming.
Stiles couldn't stop looking, and Derek growled out his name. "Stiles." He warned. But Stiles didn't care at that moment, he was aware that Derek had pulled over, Stiles unclipped his seat beat and moved towards Derek. He felt like there was something pulling him towards Derek, and he had no issue with allowing this feeling to pull him.
Stiles unzipped Derek's jeans, seemingly in slow motion and Derek hissed at the release of tension. Stiles slowly palmed the bulge through Derek's underwear and instantly there was a hand gripping Stiles hair, and a groan escaping Derek's mouth. Stiles wanted to tease Derek slightly, so he palmed it a few more times, Derek's hand gripped tighter and a warning growl told Stiles that he needed to hurry up.
Stiles looked up at Derek this time, licking his lips with anticipation and finally moving his hand inside the underwear and taking out Derek's very stiff hard on. Derek's head fell back on to the head of the seat as Stiles hand moved up and down the shaft. His hand loosened on Stiles hair but quickly tightened as Stiles lips surrounded Derek and his tongue contacted the pulsating head.
Stiles could feel Derek trying not thrust up into his mouth, Stiles knowing that Derek was so close quickly bobbed up and down, making sure to keep his teeth away and his tongue moving swirling around the shaft. He licked the tip and tasted the saltiness of precum dripping out. He smiled at this and continued to lick along the slit of the tip, which made Derek moan again. He moved back down the shaft, only after three more bobs is when Derek moaned out, "I'm coming." Before he released into Stiles mouth.
Stiles never really liked swallowing, but there was no other choice now and at finishing swallowing he didn't find Derek tasting that bad. He sat up, fully aware of what he had done, and fully aware of how hard that he had become. Derek's eyes still hadn't stopped glowing, and finally the two came together in an explosive kiss.
Their tongues hungrily danced together, each exploring each other's mouths not caring how rough and sloppily they were kissing. Teeth clashed with each other, moans vibrated through their mouths and hands touched whatever they could. Derek's hands moved down to Stiles tight crotch and Stiles moaned into Derek's mouth as he palmed it. Stiles had to pull away to breathe and focus on Derek unzipping his jeans and instantly palming Stiles dick under his underwear. Derek popped his dick out, using the precum as lubricant to rub up and down. Stiles instantly moaned, he shivered with pleasure as Derek gave him the best handjob that he had ever had.
Stiles could feel the building of his orgasm, he grasped the back of Derek's head, thrusting their lips together as he moved his hips with the movement of Derek's hand. Derek knowing that he was close pulled their lips away and moved them to take in Stiles.
Stiles gasped with the hot feeling of being in Derek's mouth and shuddered with his orgasm, he closed his eyes and rode out the waves of his orgasm, which was now at the top of his list of best orgasms, whilst Derek swallowed every drop of him.
Derek popped off Stiles, which now was limp and looked to Stiles, Stiles noticing that there was still some cum on Derek's lips leaned in and licked it off. Derek reacted and kissed him aggressively. The two once again hungrily kissed. It seemed like they were making up for years of not being able to do kiss and Stiles never wanted to stop.
After what only felt like minutes but looking at the time had been an hour, Stiles finally sat up from the backseat of the car where the two had moved to so they could be closer and more comfortable. Stiles and Derek had barely spoken throughout all of this, and Stiles had no idea what to say.
He brushed his fingers through Derek's hair, looking at him like he had never looked at him before. Derek's face was flushed with aftermath of sex, well in their case almost sex, his lips were slightly swollen from the constant kissing and Stiles had even left a hickey which Derek thoroughly enjoyed receiving. Stiles leaned down and licked the hickey, biting it slightly again for good measure.
Stiles too looked like he had just received the best fuck of his life, and even though there had been no sort of actual penetration, Stiles knew that there would be no one that could beat the amount of complete pleasure and sexual satisfaction that he had just felt with Derek.
"That was amazing." Stiles sighed, and he rested his head back down on Derek's chest. Stiles could hear and feel the racing of Derek's heart.
"Yes, that was." Derek whispered back, leaning forward slightly and kissing the top of his head.
They both laid there for a while, glowing in the aftermath of pleasure and sex. The two still had a lot unsaid, but for now Stiles was content and nothing could ruin it.
Eventually the sun set, and Stiles could feel his muscles protesting about their position. Stiles sighed and sat up, groaning and shuffling so that Derek could sit up too. The two sat, thinking about what they could say. Stiles looked down and quickly rezipped his jeans and Derek doing the same.
Stiles then suddenly came to a realisation that no, he didn't just want Derek for sex, he wanted to be with him for more.
Stiles being the typical person to just say whatever came to his brain looked to Derek and blurted out.
"I don't want this to be just sex." Derek turned to him, his eyes wide and he blushed at realising what he just said and turned away from Derek, feeling the heat of the blush that was probably deepening the colour of his entire face.
Derek said nothing but grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him close, letting their lips meet. This time the kiss was gentle and deep. Stiles knew Derek was saying something with kiss, it felt like Derek was saying he felt the same.
Derek pushed away, rested his forehead against Stiles and smiled,
"Me too."
Stiles heart fluttered, he really liked Derek then, fuck he knew that he was falling for him. But right now, was not the right moment, everything was getting to be too much even though it felt so good. He felt so fucking happy that Derek felt the same as he did.