Ok guys, I've heard your requests for some sexy time and... I may or may not have done just that? ;) This was my first time writing smut so, I hope you enjoy it! Please review to let me know what you think and if you're psyched for Chapter 4 :). Ok, onto the warnings!

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or it's characters... just fantasize about what to do to them... with each other... lol

Warning: Language ( cuz Stiles has a dirty mouth...;) ) and some smut! Whoohoo! So please, any young innocent eyes that can't take that kind of stuff, don't read this chapter.

Chapter 3 – The Call

As soon as he walked into his bedroom door, throwing his backpack to the right where a pile of clothes had gathered and a stack of books laid, Stiles went face first into the comforter of his full-size bed, body sprawled out and going slack with the contact. The day's excitement and drama had really drained him and all he wanted to do now was crawl into bed and sleep, for days, maybe even weeks if he could. Maybe he could sleep through prom and just dodge this entire thing, people could do that, right?

If they were in a coma, yes. Stiles wasn't that fortunate though.

"Uuuuuugh." He groaned into the comforter, still feeling stressed out about the call he made to Derek. His stomach had gone in knots since then and it started to make him feel nauseated from worry, convinced that he'd have a stomach ulcer by the end of the weekend. 'I can't believe I used Derek for this, we're not even close and he barely acknowledges my presence. He's going to be pissed,' he thought, wondering what exactly he had been thinking in the moment from earlier.

Lifting only his head from his current position, he looked over towards his phone that had landed right side up, only a foot away from his face. He stared at the device for a good minute (but it felt like ten) to see if the little dot at the top of the screen would blink, indicating he had received some sort of message or missed call during the time he had driven home and when he arrived and walked into his room. That was just wishful thinking though; since his phone's volume had been turned up to the highest setting and he hadn't heard it ring all day.

He didn't want to take the chance in case there really was a message waiting for him, begrudgingly lifting his arm from its spot and grabbing his phone to turn it on, swiping away the Spiderman displayed screen and…. Wait, there was a text! He held his breath in, for what seemed like the hundredth time today, before glancing down at the sender's name…. And blew out a disappointed raspberry at who the sender was; Kira.

He had nothing against her obviously, but she wasn't on his list of priorities right now, even if she means well.

Reluctant to open her message, he figured he had nothing else better to do and pressed the message to see what it had said.

KIRA: Hey Stiles. I'm so sorry about today. Lydia really overstepped her place with you. If it means anything, you and Derek are perfect for each other 3

KIRA: Seriously, you have mine and Scott's support.

Stiles blinked and reread the messages. It was so simple and sweet, he was in disbelief over the texts' words for a moment before confirming that that was what he'd read, and those simple words had kind of cheered him up. 'She thinks we're perfect?' he dwelled on the words further, before texting her back.

STILES: Hey, thanks for your support. I know I'm not the hottest guy in town and just a big geek, which Lydia made it seem like. Just wasn't expecting that from her. It really means a lot to me that you care so much.

He truly meant it too, even if he was lying about the whole 'relationship' thing, knowing that someone was rooting for him at all was really warming.

KIRA: Of course! You're one of my closest friends and I only wish you the utmost happiness that you deserve. And I know Scott would agree with me here too

STILES: You think Scott is ok with it?

He waited….

KIRA: I'm sure it surprised him, but he knows you're smart enough to know who would make you happy and treat you right. And if you think that's Derek, then he'll totally back you up on this.

A little relieved to hear Kira's point of view and have confidence that Scott would also be supportive for him, he felt less tense now, a smile appearing on his face.

STILES: I'm so glad I have you and Scott for friends, thank you again for today.

He sent her a few more texts with happy faces and heart emojis of appreciation, and then texting her with TTYL before turning the phone screen off and laying his head back down. The day's worries slipping away a little and Stiles started feeling much more relaxed and sleepy after the mini conversation.

His eyes started to flutter and feel heavy with drowsiness, his body not fighting it and his mind not resisting the sleep that would come over him any minute now. 'I only wish it was true that Derek would go to prom with me… I wish… he… would…, 'his mind didn't let him finish that last thought before he surrendered to unconsciousness and drifted into La La Land.

The normally spacious lit room of the school's gymnasium, where the ceiling was clutter-free and the basketball court filled with athletes, was now covered with balloons, streamers, and filled with the whole senior class; the lighting also dimmed down to darkness where only colorful party lights lit the auditorium for any visual. Music filled the room with a mixture of pop and hip hop that pulsed within the group of teens, the bass vibrating throughout the gym walls from the speakers, bringing that club atmosphere to the high schoolers. The speakers were placed strategically in the corners of the room, and then two bigger ones were placed conveniently next to the school's DJ.

Across the room from where the DJ's booth stood, there were tables filled with appetizers, snacks and drinks for the whole class; a big punch bowl was also displayed in the middle of all the goodies. It had been filled with a fruity red color liquid, which must have been Hawaiian Punch flavor, probably with booze that got snuck in, along with a ladle ready to be served.

Stiles stood next to the table, dressed in a tux paired with a black bowtie, hair styled up nicely just for the occasion, keeping his hands in the pockets to keep from fidgeting as he started to feel anxious.

'Why am I so nervous?' confusion and doubt going through his mind by these feelings he was having. Looking at his surroundings, he spotted Scott and Kira on the other side of the table from him, taking sips from their solo cups while Scott stuffed his face with hors d'oeuvres.

He waved in their direction and tried to call out to them, but they didn't seem to notice or hear him over the music, giving up on the third try and continuing to look around the crowd of bodies before him.

To his dismay he found Lydia and Jackson next, looking like the most perfect stuck up couple on the whole dance floor. Her corsage matching with the pearly pink sequence of her dress and Jackson's tie matching the color perfectly as well. "Uuugh..", Stiles was getting annoyed just looking at them and their perfectness and turned the other way with distaste.

"What's got your face all twisted up?" Someone had whispered into his ear, standing behind him, startling Stiles to the point that he'd nearly jumped out of his own skin from surprise.

"AAh! What?!" He yelled, turning to see the face of the person who'd just spoken, and then blinking back when he saw it was Derek, grinning at him wolfishly. "D-Derek? What are you doing here?" Flabbergasted by his presence and his proximity to Stiles as well. He observed Derek's ensemble and saw that he was also look dressed in a tux, looking sharp with his five o'clock shadow and dressed with a black tie just like Stiles. Hot damn did he look good.

"You invited me here, remember?" He replied with a mischievous smile, sliding his arms around Stiles to bring him in closer, pressing the younger man completely against him."I'm your plus one, remember?" Winking down at the younger man to prove his point.

"Uuuuh, plus ones are actually for weddings, but I totally get what you mean," Stiles squeaked at the unexpected contact and nearly lost control of his leg muscles to keep himself up when he was pressed firmly against Derek's body; heat engulfing him from head to toe. 'Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What is he doing? Oh, god, his body is so hard and warm. Fuck, he really does workout. Or just blessed with good ass werewolf genes. Keep it together, Stiles, his brain becoming mush from the small physical touch and trying to comprehend the situation he was in.

"You seem nervous," Derek added huskily, his face so close to Stiles that he could feel the older wolfs' breath ghosting against his cheek. "Or maybe you're just excited to me," his voice dropping low to a rumble that came from his chest, the older man's lips brushing against his ear, then down the length of his neck and sucking on the main pulse that was there.

Stiles couldn't help the moan that escaped his lips while throwing his head back to give more access, waves of pleasure coursing through his body, his skin feeling hypersensitive to the touch from all the sucking and kissing Derek's mouth was doing. "Unnh, Derek," he couldn't believe he was giving himself so openly to the werewolf in front of him, but he wasn't complaining either. This was amazing.

"Not so nervous after all, hmm?" Derek teased, trailing kisses from Stiles' neck all the way up to his jaw line, nipping it gently before continuing up to those soft pink lips of his, hovering over them just enough to brush the slightest of soft kisses. They were so close to kissing that Stiles began to feel impatient and flustered by the closeness of their lips, wanting to close the distance between them and be devoured by the older man's mouth.

'For fuck's sake, please just kiss me,' Stiles begged in his mind, abashed but also unable to control the sexual tension that was building within him. And Derek was barely touching him!

The older man seemed to sense Stiles' urgency and eagerness to be touched further, giving in to the other's desires and brushing his lips against those soft ones, his movements languid in their kiss as he sucked and nipped at their lower lip. At first he was going gentle, wanting the kiss to be sweet and sensual, but the amount of noises coming from the younger man made Derek feel aroused, hungry for more. He deepened the kiss and smashed their lips together with such ferocity, their teeth clanked together from the force, but not enough to disrupt the two's make out session.

At this point, Stiles was so into their lip locking that he didn't realize he was grinding against Derek's thigh, creating enough friction to cause a certain body part to harden and lengthen, begging to be noticed and touched as well.

"Derek," nearly choking on a moan as he tried to get a grip and stop kissing and rubbing against the male, "I think I need to stop." Stiles had looked down his body, Derek following his gaze as well to see the bulge that was growing incredibly quick in his suit's pants.

"Looks like someone needs a little attention," Derek smirked, eyeing the appendage teasingly and cupping all of Stiles in one hand, the heat from his hand almost pushing Stiles over the edge from just that one touch.

"Unnh, Derek, I don't think I can hold it in anymore," Stiles' breathing had become shallow while trying to control his raging hormones from erupting in his pants. He had been gripping Derek for support since he no longer had strength in his lower body to hold himself up, knees weak and giving in to the pleasure.

"Would you like me to take care that?" The older man purred into his ear, his hand rubbing and stroking the now fully engorged erection what was about to burst within Stiles' pants.

"Yes," he moaned, begging, pleading, anything to keep this man to continue his assaulting touches on his cock. Stiles should have been appalled by his behavior since they were in public, in front of the senior class in fact, but the sensations his body were feeling was so fucking euphoric that he could care less if they were on the lawn of a football stadium during Super Bowl half-time.

"Tell me how badly you want it," Derek's voice going husky again, "I wanna hear you say my name," he instructed, stopping his hand's movement and waiting for Stiles to comply.

"D-Derek," Stiles breathed, barely concentrating on what was commanded of him.

"Derek what?" the older man demanded, sultry in his eyes as he briefly squeezed the swollen cock for encouragement, eliciting another moan from the man.

"Please Derek!" Stiles was feeling so desperate, he couldn't take it anymore, thrusting into Derek's hand as an attempt to feel that touch completely.

"As you wish," Derek huffed, grabbing the front of Stiles' pants and opening the fly down so he could access the now weeping head of his cock, enveloping his hand around the member for those quick strokes to push Stiles over the edge completely.

"Yes. Yes. YES," Stiles cried out, he was so fucking close-

Riiiiiiing,… Riiiiiing… Riiiiing!

'What the fuck?' Stiles' mind was so gone, he couldn't even make out the noise he was hearing, trying to locate the source of that stupid sound that was interrupting one fuck-tastic hand job right now.

Riiiiiing…Riiiiing!

At this point though, his body was so close to erupting that-

Stiles eyes immediately went open as he realized that annoying sound was a cell phone, his cell phone, ringing repeatedly. But this realization didn't stop his body from going over the edge of what must have been an erotic dream, blowing his load into his pants and soaking into the comforter underneath him.

What he also didn't realize until the last second was that he grabbed his phone to turn off that ringing, accidentally hitting the green phone icon instead of the red phone, putting the incoming caller on now who would totally be hearing what he was doing. He was just going to have to play it off somehow.

"Uuuunnnh! D-De—yes?!" He half moaned and answered, trying so fucking hard to ride his orgasm out with his mouth muffled into the comforter while not sounding like a wanton whore to the person on the other line. 'Who the fuck is calling me?! They have the worst timing ever,' he was feeling pissed and blissed out at the same time, which made his orgasm feel more intense. Not the greatest combo but, hey, better than what he was feeling earlier today.

"Hey, Stiles. It's Derek. Um, I'm not interrupting anything am I?" Derek voice sounding unsure and concerned, making Stiles feel incredibly self-conscious now.

'Oh Jesus! I can't believe I just had a wet dreaming about Derek and nearly moaned his name out on the phone! Shit. Shit. Shiiiiit!' panic hitting Stiles so fast, he nearly fell off the bed, catching himself before making contact to the flooring. He stood up to get a reign on himself while adjusting his, er, soiled pants now, remembering he needed to answer Derek's question.

"H-hey man. Long time no talk! No no, nothing is going on, I mean, you're not interrupting me! W-what's up?" Quickly asking Derek something before his big mouth would slip anything incriminating. This conversation was soooo not going the way he planned. This was going to fuck him in the long run. (Ha!)

"I'm calling you back regarding the voicemail you left me and… we need to talk," Derek's reply seemed to hit Stiles in the stomach, feeling nauseated with worry again.

'Oh god, he knows,' Stiles last thought, bracing himself for what would be the most embarrassing conversation of his life.

A/N: Cliff hanger! *cackles* Ahahahaha! Gotta love'em! I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter And enjoyed the taste of smut for what's to come (no pun intend!). Again, this was my first attempt at writing smut out, hopefully the detail made it pant-worthy. I know I started to get hot over it lol. Poor Stiles, always in a blunder with these things. Does Derek know what he was up to? Will Derek make advances to this new information? Whooooo knows! (Well, me, obviously XD ). Tune in for the next chapter as things will start to spice up.