Chapter summary; Stiles' dad is working all night long and Stiles makes plans to have the whole pack over to watch movies. After hours of hanging out together the pack members head home, while Derek stays alone with Stiles. The two have the house to themselves for a while and they take advantage of that.
Mature Content. Since I'm not posting a Valentines story, I give you a hopefully enjoyable chapter of Sterek!
Stiles awoke to find it was Tuesday morning and his mood automatically brightened. His father had big plans at work and they needed him in office starting at noon until early the next morning. His excitement wasn't caused from knowing his father would be gone all hours of the night, but in knowing while his father was out, he had the house to himself, and of course he made plans.
Plans were made for the pack to meet at Stiles' house for a movie marathon. He thought they could use a change from wrestling and tearing at each others throats, telling them that hanging out together may bring them closer together, and most importantly causing them to be stronger as individuals as well as a pack. That's what won them over.
Once Mr. Stilinski left the house Stiles got in his Jeep to pick up Scott. The two decided it would be best if they got snacks from the store. If there's one thing Stiles learned from observing the wolves, it'd be that they have a big appetite. He knew he would be eaten out of house and home if the whole group came over, and there'd be no way he'd be able to convince his father he ate all of their food.
After Scott and Stiles bought a cart full of snacks and drinks, they drove to the movie store to rent films for the night. Stiles made sure to get The Notebook, knowing in his list of unnecessary mental notes that Lydia loved that movie. They also made sure to grab a gory one, because the two enjoyed watching them together, and if the pack didn't like it, they would watch it another night.
By the time they were finished running errands they still had a couple hours to spare, and they spent it playing video games.
"Excited for pack to meet here tonight?" Scott grinned glancing to his friend for a brief moment before looking at the TV again.
Stiles glanced back, noticing his smile was unusually large. "Yes?" He said slowly, unsure of what his friend was up to.
Scott huffed a laugh, "I'm sorry, let me rephrase that, are you excited for a certain member of the pack to come here tonight?"
Stiles knew he meant Derek. He was excited, but even more than that, he was nervous. Sure Derek's been over before, but not while surrounded by their friends. If he were to act in any way affectionate tonight, he'd have to spill to the pack. Telling Scott was hard enough, so informing many people at the same time is not something he's looking forward to.
He rolled his eyes to Scott then quickly added a grin so he could show he wasn't mad by Scott's teasing, "Don't make me regret having told you, Scott." He paused a moment before tossing in, "Come on man, your turn!" While smacking his game controller against his palm to get his friends attention.
The first members of the pack to arrive were Erica, Boyd and Isaac. Stiles answered the door after repetitive and irritated bangs, having opened the door to Erica, who marched inside, roughly sliding against Stiles. He didn't think she noticed but even if she did, he didn't think she'd apologize.
Behind Erica was Boyd, reaching his hand out towards her hip as if he wanted to escort her into the house. Stiles guesses he wouldn't dare touch her, not wanting to risk setting her off, making her more angry than she clearly was. If Boyd hadn't been such a patient person, they would've been broken up a long time ago. With a sigh saying, "Please excuse her," Boyd entered the house following Erica into the living room.
Behind Boyd followed Isaac. He had his head lowered with his hands shoved into his pants pockets. He looked like he wanted to be small and hidden. Stiles tried figuring out what his problem was, normally he was tall-standing and confident in his steps. Erica might have snapped at him, Stiles thought, or maybe it was the fact that Isaac had never been in Stiles' house before. Stiles smiled to him then shut the door.
The next time Stiles had answered the door, he met eyes with Lydia, twirling her wavy strawberry blonde hair and chewing her gum, allowing her jaw to fall open between each chew. Stiles thought she looked beautiful. His heart gave a small leap before beating faster. He was still attracted to her, you can't just stop liking someone. It's not that easy.
His thoughts were interrupted when Jackson gave an impatient huff, waiting to be invited in. Jackson stood behind Lydia. Stiles should have figured Jackson would've been dragged along, He flashed his eyes to Jackson's, giving him a look that wanted to say, "This is my house, you best not be an asshole tonight." If Jackson were to ruin everyone's mood, it'd be with his smug remarks and "I'm too good for you" attitude.
Stiles stepped aside, allowing Lydia to trot past him, Jackson followed her with a frown on his face. Once Jackson was out of the way, Stiles noticed Allison. She was hidden behind the other two. She followed Jackson into the house with bouncing hair, stopping to give Stiles a quick hug.
Stiles followed his guests into the living room where Scott entered with multiple cases of pop and set them on the floor. Before he let go of the packages they were already being torn into by the wolves. Bags of chips and cookies were being ripped open and poured into bowls as Stiles passed around the movie options of the night.
Stiles looked to his guests, Erica was still snarling to Boyd every time he'd reach for her or try to reason in a calm voice. Allison flung herself into Scott's arms and kissed him as he placed his hands on her flowery skirt. Jackson and Lydia had the movies in hand and Lydia already voted The Notebook, in which Jackson responded with an, "I'm not watching it another time."
A knock came on the door. Softer than Erica's had been, but it was firm, like the hand knocking was in a clenched fist. That's when Stiles noticed there was only member not accounted for- Derek.
Stiles swallowed, feeling his mouth grow dry. He ran to the door, probably faster than he should have, and twisted the handle open.
Derek stood in the doorway grinning nonchalantly to Stiles. His hands were rested lightly in the pockets of his leather jacket and his hair was just slightly wet, he must have showered before coming over. His stance looked as if he'd been patiently standing for minutes. Stiles stepped aside and widened the opening of the door, allowing him inside.
Derek lightly chuckled and lowered his head to Stiles' ear, "Take a breath Stiles, it'll all be fine."
Stiles hadn't thought he was being too obvious with his nervousness, but then again it was hardest to fool Derek's senses, "What're you tal-" he began, then stopped and sighed, clearly Derek already knew, no point in trying to mask it.
They both turned at the same time to face the living room and paused. The whole pack was looking at them intently. Stiles' heart jumped in surprise, had they noticed how close the two were whispering? The pack grinned, mainly the girls and Scott tossed Stiles a wink. They knew. Scott must have spilled.
A movie had been chosen as well as the seats. Erica had made amends with Boyd and was sharing mr. Stilinski's recliner seat, with Boyd's arm wrapped around her shoulder. Her head was leveled with his chest and she bent her legs do they fit across his chest.
Scott and Allison grabbed pillows and set them on the floor in front of the couch. Sitting on the pillows and leaning their backs against the furniture, they held hands and Allison rested her chin on Scott's shoulder, looking up at him playfully. Isaac sat beside Scott, pulling a bowl of chips to his side and grabbing a pop.
Jackson and Lydia sat on the couch, Jackson leaning his elbow on the arm rest with his head lazily in his hand. Lydia took a miniature mirror from her pocket and held it in front of her face while using the other hand to apply lip gloss.
Derek sat on the opposite side of the couch, a whole cushion separating himself from Lydia. That left a two seats open for Stiles to choose from, either between Lydia and Derek or between Derek and the arm rest. He chose the second option.
The pack watched three movies, or almost three movies, several bodies were sprawled over the floor fast asleep by the end of the night.
Jackson was first to pass out. His excuse was, "I had a long day at practice." Lydia had told him he can't fall asleep and he must stay up to watch movies with her. He ignored her pleas and drifted into sleep. Lydia wasn't too far behind him, her head on his shoulder and her arm laid out across his hips as she joined him in sleep.
Isaac fell asleep half way into the second movie. The pillow he used for a seat was now holding his head as he lay curled up beside Scott and below Stiles.
No ones sure who fell asleep first between Boyd and Erica, but before the second movie ended they were both cuddled into each other. Erica had her face buried into Boyd's neck as they lay back with the chair reclined.
Allison was yawning with tired eyes when the movie ended. Scott and Stiles were still awake, Scott, actually was wide awake. That's how Scott's body works. He's wide awake and hyper one moment then dead asleep the next, he'd be crashed out shortly.
Since the pack was sleeping, Scott and Stiles found it the perfect time to watch their gory movie. They both laughed and grew excited over the murder scenes and made fun of the clumsy victims.
Halfway through the movie Scott had crashed. Allison's head rested in his shoulder and his head was on top of hers.
Stiles was feeling a bit tired too. He leaned forward, leaving the warmth of Derek's still arm and bent over, reaching towards Isaac to snatch the remote. When he sat back up he bumped the dozing Derek, causing his eyes to flutter open.
Derek smiled down to Stiles, reaching his arm out to stretch it. "I guess we should wake the pups?" He suggested, huffing a laugh.
Stiles laughed with him in agreement. Reaching his arm down, he poked Scott in the head, and after no response he pushed his head more roughly.
Scott lifted his head and looked around, blinking tiredly. His movements woke Allison, who accidentally bumped Lydia, who disturbed Jackson's sleep, like a chain reaction. Stiles poked Isaac next, who woke right away, he was a light sleeper. The sleepy pack stirred a moment before getting up and reaching for their belongings. Allison walked to Boyd and Erica, shaking them awake.
They all said their goodbyes and thanked Stiles, telling him it was fun and they should do it again. Scott offered to stay back and help Stiles clean up the mess, but Stiles told him he should head home and sleep. Scott asked Jackson to get a ride home and he revived a blank look back. Allison stepped up to Jackson asking again with a "please" and Jackson huffed a yes.
Stiles bent over to grab empty pop cans and food wrappers and tossed them into an empty bowl. He left to the kitchen, discarding the garbage and returning to the living room.
"Are you gonna head out?" He asked Derek.
Derek sighed contently and raised himself from the couch, "Actually I was thinking we could head upstairs."
Stiles smiled on the outside. On the inside he completely freaked out. His father wouldn't be home for hours and that left him and Derek alone. Together. No interruptions.
Derek took the grin as a yes and grabbed Stiles by the hand, pulling him towards the stairs and up to the boy's room. Stiles shut the door behind him and left the two standing in the dark. The lights were off and only a small glow emitted from the window, created by the moon.
Derek slowly placed a hand on the back of Stiles' neck and lowered his lips towards him. He invited the boy in close to his body breathing slowly and deeply, moving unhurried as if they finally had all the time in the world for themselves.
Stiles saw the obscure shadows across Derek's face as the moon hid behind him. The sight calmed him. He had nothing to worry about. No Scott, and no dad to try to hide things from, he had Derek and he had time.
The two slowly kissed in the darkness, eyes lightly pressed shut, lips sliding smoothly against one another's before parting and connecting again. Hands, carefully sliding over bodies and kneading hair. They were thankful for the time they had. They moved in slow motion, unhurried.
Stiles' head grew light as he felt Derek's lip grab onto his own. Warmed breaths left Derek's nose and warmed Stiles' face. Stiles leaned his chest onto Derek's, wanting only to be closer. Putting pressure on Derek's chest, Stiles stepped forward, eyes still shut and lips still softly connected. He guided Derek to the bed and bent over the man who gently took a seat on its edge.
Derek's hands rested on the boy's hips as he continued the soft lip kisses. Bringing his hands to the front of Stiles' pants, he carefully undid the button and lowered the zipper, placing his gentle hands on the hip bones again to let Stiles finish removing the clothing.
Stiles removed his hands from Derek's hair and wiggled from his jeans, standing in front of the man in his boxers. He made soft moaning noises and his heart thumped so loudly he could hear it pulsing through his ears. He brought his hands to Derek's sides, pulling the black T-shirt over the man's head.
Derek helped Stiles out of his shirt next. Brushing his firm hands over Stiles' bare chest as their kisses got deeper, more pressure, more lingering on each others taste, their touch and their scents. Derek stood and spun Stiles around, lowering him to the bed as his back bounced on the mattress. Derek gripped his hands on Stiles' thighs as he crawled on top of him, shielding his body over the boy.
Stiles looked into Derek's eyes. Or what he could see of them, the room was so dark he could hardly see the shirtless man above him. Light reflecting on the side of the Derek's face disappeared as a cloud masked the moon. In the darkness Stiles felt Derek's body lower, hovering just above his own. Stiles grinned in ecstasy as he felt the faint brush of the man's lips against his. The lips slid gently down his cheek and warmed his jawline. Derek's face was now pressed into the side of Stiles' neck, inhaling slowly and deeply through his nose.
"Your scent." He breathed out softly fluttering his eyes open.
Stiles couldn't reply when he felt the lips against his neck again, pressing harder as the man began to lightly suck at the skin. Stiles leaned his head to the side, making his neck victim to the teeth that could so easily sink into his flesh and take is life.
Stiles' chest was so near exploding he couldn't help but to let out a yip. Derek's body lowered further, bringing their skin to connect. The soft skin of the mans chest brushed on Stiles', and he lost his mind when he felt Derek's nipple glide against his own.
Derek moved his body in a rhythmic motion now, grinding their heated bodies roughly. Stiles made another noise when Derek's pelvis lingered roughly on his, their covered members pressing together.
Derek brushed his teeth past Stiles' ear and that was enough to send a bolt of excitement through the boy's body. Derek watched as Stiles' fists gripped his sheets and gave a small tug. He loved the way Stiles softly whimpered. The beat of Stiles' heart told Derek he wanted this to continue, he wanted to finish what they had started and not be torn away from each other by interruptions. Derek reached for his own pants and fumbled the button open, standing to remove them, dropping them to the floor beside the rest of discarded clothing.
Stiles allowed Derek to crawl onto him again. They met lips and Derek slid his tongue into Stiles' mouth. Stiles gladly kissed back and outstretched his arms to hang onto the Alpha's shoulders. Stiles' body tensed as he felt a hand slither into his boxers, grabbing his straining member and stroking it with a tight hand. Stiles allowed his eyes to roll back as he harshly bit his lip, trying to mask a bark of excitement that arose from his throat.
Stiles wasn't sure at what point he did this, but Derek had removed his remaining clothing. Stiles removed his boxers as quickly as he could, trying not to interrupt Derek's working hand. He had let his muscles remain tense for so long that his whole body was beginning to grow numb. Stiles closed his eyes hard and bit down on his lip again, his pained erection finally getting to him.
Derek leaned further into the boy. Stiles felt suffocated from the heat emitting from their bodies. Derek kept a firm hand, moving faster as Stiles reached the peak of his orgasm. Whimpering, Stiles gripped his sheets tightly and brought his teeth to the nearest thing he could grab in the dark, which happened to be Derek's shoulder.
Derek certainly got pleasure from the bite. He grinned as he felt the pinching of his skin between Stiles' shaky teeth. Derek removed his cum-covered hand from Stiles' heated body and moved it to his own strained member. He watched the boy beneath him, the heaving of his bare torso and the sweat leaking from his body.
Stiles regained his breath and managed to find some energy left within him. Sitting up slowly he leaped his body at Derek's, leaning over him just slightly as he shoved the man's hand away and replaced it with his own hand, returning the pleasurable massage.
Derek growled as his breathing quickened. When the boys hand grew slower, the last bit of energy being drained from his body, Derek planted a kiss on Stiles' soft lips.
Stiles woke slowly in the blackened room. Blinking slowly, he glanced to his alarm clock rested on his bedside table. 2:10. His father should be home shortly. Stiles tried to sit up, stopping when he felt the sting in his sore muscles and realized he was held captive in a pair of strong arms. That's when he noticed he was lying cuddled into Derek. He lay back down and released a content sigh, bringing his body closer to Derek's, stealing his warmth.
Closing his eyes and inhaling satisfactorily through his nose, Stiles lay in the warm darkness, trying to focus on the pauses in between Derek's heart beats and marthed up their chest movements, moving in sync.
Moments later the pair of arms holding Stiles moved quickly as Derek sat up alert in the bed.
"Derek?" Stiles whispered, trying to find his face is the darkness.
Derek was silent a moment, "Car door." He said a little bit frightened.
Leaping quickly to the floor, Stiles felt for his boxers. He tossed clothes at Derek as he dressed himself. "It's my dad. He's home. Oh god, he's home. Derek you've gotta get out of here!" He frantically whispered.
Derek was fully dressed and moved quickly to Stiles, pulling him by the hips and bringing him against his body. Pressing his lips softly against the boy's before disappearing through the window.
Stiles jumped as he heard the sound of the front door closing. Quickly jumping into his bed and throwing the sheets over his body he lay down closing his eyes. A moment later his door opened and his dad stepped inside, using the light from his flashlight to guide him to Stiles.
Trying to let his father know he was awake, he kept his eyes shut and made sure his breathing was slowed and steadied. He felt his dad set a hand on top of his head and a short moment later felt the softened pressure of his lips in his hair.
Sighing once his dad left, Stiles slid from his bed and quietly walked to the window. He looked outside, no Derek in sight, but another single red rose was presented on his windowsill.