Stiles raised his hips up so Derek could better position themselves, Derek grabbed the back of his knees and lifted his legs up. He pressed against him, his breath caught in his throat as he slid it in just a little. Stiles ran his tongue over his mouth and kissed him. "Derek come on." He moaned into the kiss, sliding his tongue back into his mouth.

Derek's whole body was shaking from holding back. He slid it further, digging his finger nails into Stiles' thighs. Stiles squeezed his eyes closed, giving a painful sounding grunt. He moved his lower body in a wave like motion, trying to get him to go deeper. Derek kissed down his neck, biting him roughly, nearly drawing blood. He bucked his hips against him, getting the rest of it in.

Stiles clenched his jaw together, this hurt more then he though it would. He dug his nails into Derek's shoulders, he didn't want him to move yet, he tried to relax. He sunk down into the seat, pulling Derek against him. "Stiles are you alright? Can I move?" He asked, his face nuzzled against his neck, he could feel Stiles pulse underneath his nose.

"Yeah...yeah go ahead go." He moaned. Derek shifted just a little to see how Stiles would react, his whole body gave a jolt towards him, the nails in his shoulders dug deeper, and Stiles made a sound of pleasure. Derek rolled his hips against him he wanted it and he would kill who ever interrupted them. He moved moving in and out of him slowly waiting for Stiles to get used to the feeling. "Oh my god!" the nails broke skin now.

Derek growled and moved faster, tapping into the natural speed werewolves possessed. Stiles moaning was so loud it was close to screaming. Derek ran his tongue over his neck, Stiles want panting for air. They were both breathing heavily, the jeep was getting hotter and hotter, fog clung to the widows and sweat formed on their skin.

Stiles whole body was reacting to him, shivering, getting goosebumps when he did something he really liked. "Derek...holy shit harder." Stiles moaned and ran his nails down his arms. He was shaking from the pleasure, it was like a warm sensation that started everywhere and got more intense the longer they did it. Derek moved against him harder, his erection hit against his prostate making the sensation even more intense.

The jeep shook with each trusting motion. Derek's hand moved between Stiles' legs grasping his balls, rubbing them before stroking along his shaft. Derek's thumb rubbed small circles, on the head, getting goosebumps all over Stiles arms, legs, and the back of his neck. Stiles moaned his name, his breathing had became quick uneven pants and gasps for air.

Meanwhile not far from where the jeep was parked Chris Argent and his daughter were wondering the woods doing some more training. He saw the shaking jeep as he and Allison made it to the top of a leaf covered hill. Allison quickly became very uncomfortable and she took a few steps backwards. "Dad we should head home." She said, know just what was going on inside that jeep.

Her father on the other hand did not. A hand slapped against the driver's side window, the finger tips pressing forcefully against the glass. The hand slid down, smearing away the fog in that area. Chris then heard a loud scream come from the jeep, followed by the name Derek. Because of the fact he was a hunter he thought the worse and readied his crossbow.

Allison grabbed his arm, yanking the bow down so it was aimed at the ground. "Dad its not what you think. Trust me its not." She said and pulled his sleeve trying to get him to leave, trying to save Stiles from the embarrassment of having her father shoot and arrow into Derek in the middle of them having sex, everything would have gone to hell after that. Another sound came from the jeep, a loud moan, one that Chris knew every well wasn't of pain.

He looked over at his daughter. "Do I even ask?" He said and she shook her head.

"Trust me you're better off not knowing." She said and they turned and went to head home, leaving the shaking jeep behind them. Allison quickly sent Scott a text message letting him know what her and her father found.

Derek rolled his hips against him, panting. "I'm close." He growled burying his face into Stiles neck, Stiles hand slid into his hair, arching his back against him. Derek pumped his hand faster, he already knew Stiles was closer to coming then he was. Stiles moaned and he couldn't hold it in and he came into Derek's hand. Derek came after one last rolling motion of his hips. They laid naked against each other breathing heavily.

Stiles pressed his face into Derek's neck, softly biting him. Derek softly pushed him back into the seat. "We should get you home before your dad thinks something is wrong." He said, Stiles leaned upward and kissed him. He didn't want to go home yet, he wanted to stay there with Derek. Derek kissed him back before moving into the passenger seat and getting his clothes back on, tossing the used condom out the window. Derek looked over at him. "What?"

"I don't know, it just doesn't feel all that romantic, just fucking then taking you home. It feels more like a booty call then anything." Stiles said pulling his shirt over his head. Derek was already fully dressed by the time he was just reaching for his pants.

"We did it in your jeep, I don't think there is any possible way to make car sex romantic." He said. Stiles pulled his pants off, frustrated that Derek wasn't getting the point. Stiles wiped the fog from his window and windshield. He completed his goal, he slept with Derek just like he wanted to, but something still didn't feel right about it. Stiles started his jeep up and drove down the road. He didn't know what he was excepting from Derek, he was no romantic, so why was he thinking that this should have been anything more then what it was.

He drove Derek home and dropped him off. There was no way he could tell him how he felt about it, how he wanted more then just what they had, a real relationship with a actual real label on it. He didn't know why he even bothered having Isaac pretend to be his boyfriend, he could have just told his dad he was fooling around, there was no girlfriend or boyfriend, because at least that would have been the truth.

Stiles actually wished the Incubus was still alive, because when that thing was after him he actually felt as if Derek cared about him maybe even loved him, but now he didn't feel like that, now he felt that they just got their lust out of the way. He drove home and walked past his father, heading straight for the bathroom so he could attempt to shower away the horrible feeling he had.

"Stiles is everything alright?" His dad asked, watching his son and noticing how quiet he was being.

"Fine...just peachy." He lied and went upstairs to bathe. He had the water as cold as he could take, letting it numb him and chill him to the bone, it got his mind off of everything for just a temporary moment.

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And once again I infused my own emotion into the fic. So I'm a little depressed and worried, that guy didn't call me Thursday, I hoping he calls by Friday and accepts my date invite to that day, but I'm not going to get my hopes up to high. Well hopefully it happens because I'm getting so lonely I can't stand it.

Hell I was looking at wedding dresses online and was thinking that I would never get to wear one if my love life keeps going so horrible.

Well please review. Thank you guys for reading, you people really keep my mood up and for that I thank you. Also I won't have my editor edit this chapter because it is sex and just it feels wrong. Idk.

ps I'm planning on doing a part two to this story called Word for Word. the pairing will be Sterek again and one sided Isaac and Scott.