I'M SORRY FOR THE WAIT (this chapter is longer than the others, to make it up to you lovely readers). Did it feel as long for you guys as it did for me? Busiest week of my summer, and it's only going to get worse, so forgive me if it's another long wait. I hope this one was worth it, though! ;)

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the sexy DO'B dream I had last night. Wait, what?

Stiles' second fantasy, in 3...2...1...

So school wasn't the worst place in the world. In fact, looking around the halls today, Stiles felt positively invincible. He owned this place; he was no less than the king of the school. He felt fucking sexy and just a little naughty pulling into the parking lot this morning, and when he'd passed the main office, he'd fallen into an easy strut and a smug smirk had settled onto his face.

He was born to be a sex god.

…Okay, maybe that was pushing it. But damn, did he feel great. If he could get away with fucking Derek in the principal's office for everyone to hear, he could get away with anything.

Anything, indeed.

He was sitting in the lunch room with Scott (who talked with him as per usual but wouldn't meet his eye) when they approached him.

"Hey Scott. And hello, Stiles."

Stiles turned his head to look at his best friend, exasperated sigh escaping his mouth. "Dude. Why did you have to tell them?"

Scott smiled sheepishly, "I, uh…I have to go." He picked up his tray and practically ran from the cafeteria.

Allison and Lydia sat down on either side of the remaining boy.

"So that was quite the…show you put on yesterday," Allison started conversationally.

Stiles licked his teeth and kept his eyes on his food.

"We want in."

He choked and jerked his head up to stare at Lydia, gaping at her words. "Excuse me?"

"Oh, shut up, not like in-in. We want front row seats." She was staring him down with that wide-eyed, pursed-lipped way of hers, and Stiles felt remarkably like a cornered animal, shaking in the hungry gaze of a predator. Far less invincible.

"It's just," his head swiveled over to stare at Allison as she spoke up, "the administration told us that someone broke into the principal's office and played a 'pornographic film' right next to the microphone. Everyone else believed them, Stiles. That's how good you guys were."

Stiles sat back in his chair to gawk, slack-jawed, at both of them. "You guys can't be serious."

Lydia smacked her lips. "As a heart attack, babe."

"I don't know."

"Oh, come on, Stilinski. It's not like you're scared of exhibitionism. You've proved that much."

He decided not to point out that he'd had no say in the 'loudspeaker' incident. "I'm not scared of being watched. I'm just fucking terrified of how Derek will react when I ask."

"So don't ask."

"What, just spring it on him?"

Lydia nodded, looking impossibly smug, and underneath the overwhelming inkling that he was putting the last nail in his coffin, Stiles shivered at the spark of excitement crawling up his spine.

He took a deep breath and picked up his fork, acquiescing smirk twisting his lips. "So how are we going to do this?"

The girls leered, leaning forward to plan.

When Stiles pushed his way through the front doors at the end of the day, Derek was there, leaning against his Camaro and looking absurdly sexy. Stiles licked his lips.

"God, you look hot," he muttered, seeing Derek smirk even from across the parking lot.

He tightened his grip on his backpack strap and started forward. Operation 'Distraction' was officially underway. He fell into the passenger seat while Derek slid behind the wheel and tore out of the lot.

"My house," Stiles demanded, ignoring Derek's cocked eyebrow and small smirk. He threw his bag into the backseat and leaned over to nip under the wolf's jaw, running his hand up the inside of his thigh, "I've been thinking about the principal's office all day, sir."

Stiles' mouth was on his collarbone, now, and Derek really liked where this was going.

"Yeah?"

"Mmm, yeah. You, behind that desk. Your body. Your tongue."

Stiles' hand rested across Derek's belt. The older's grip on the steering wheel tightened.

"Sounds like you weren't paying attention in class, Stilinski," Derek breathed, only to feel Stiles grin against his neck.

"Oh, no. Not—" his nimble fingers pulled the belt open, "—one—" the button was popped, the zipper tugged down, "—bit—" his fist closed around Derek's length.

Stiles watched the muscles in the wolf's jaw twitch, saw his eyelids flutter in attempt to stay focused on the road. His knuckles were white around the steering wheel.

All because of—and for—him. And fuck if Stiles didn't take pride in that.

He pumped his hand slowly, flicking his thumb over the head with a lazy calm he didn't really feel. He was anxious. He needed Derek so far gone that he wouldn't say no to anything, and that shit called for the big guns.

Stiles sat back long enough to click his seatbelt free and rearrange himself, and dove forward to catch the head of Derek's cock between his lips. He felt Derek's hand on the back of his neck almost immediately.

"If you make me crash my Camaro, S-Stiles…" Derek's half-assed implied threat made Stiles roll his eyes. He waved his hand dismissively because Derek just stuttered his name, and hummed around the heavy weight on his tongue.

Derek's hips lifted off the seat ever so slightly. Stiles gagged, paused to try to relax his throat, and allowed the lycan to push him down even further until there was nothing left to take. He swallowed around the length, listening to the sharp intakes of breath that filled the quiet cab, and sucked back up to hollow his cheeks around the tip. He loved each sound that fell unbidden from the older man's mouth, every growl that bubbled up from deep within his chest to mix flawlessly with the hominine moans. He loved the flavor of Derek; the subtle piney taste combined with the raw virility that Derek exuded made his eyes cross and his hips jerk of their own accord.

Stiles may not have been born to be a sex god, but he sure fucking lived for Derek's cock.

They had pulled into the Stilinski driveway before long, Derek throwing the car into 'park' and dropping his other hand down to hold the kid's head steady while he jerked his hips up relentlessly into the waiting mouth. He slammed his head back against the seat, eyes rolled toward the ceiling, and had he looked up at the house, he'd have seen the two feminine faces watching intently from Stiles' bedroom window.

Stiles could always tell when Derek was close. His hips lurched frantically, the muscles in his stomach jumped and twitched. Stiles pushed at the other's thigh insistently, pulling off the stiff length with an unattractive pop, and heaved a breath.

"Stiles, Stiles please, fuck, I'm so fucking…—"

And he'd never heard Derek beg before. He was almost tempted to finish of the wolf now, just to maybe hear him beg some more.

But who could give in, in the face of sweet, sweet revenge?

Stiles surged forward to press his swollen lips to Derek's, breathing a soft whine when the other's hand curled around the back of his head, and let the kiss deepen. He inwardly laughed at Derek's probable egotistical thrill at tasting himself in the boy's mouth, but let it slide to instead flick his tongue across the slightly sharpened teeth.

"Come on," he muttered lowly, voice hoarse, before rolling away and opening the passenger door, "inside."

And Derek would've followed him into Kate Argent's torture chamber if it meant he'd get to feel that mouth on him again. He stumbled out of the car, following Stiles up the walkway and into the darkened house.

Stiles' back met the wall like it was fucking meant to be there. That familiar mouth was on his again, hands gripping his hips.

Stiles was a livewire. In hindsight, that really should have been Derek's first clue. The kid's hands were everywhere, scratching down his back and weaving through his hair, his lips and tongue dancing in a frenzy that the wolf had never seen before. The younger man was practically vibrating, and Derek couldn't wait to fuck him blind.

Needless to say, Operation 'Distraction' was a success. By the way the taller man was rolling his hips, grinding their bodies together, Stiles could tell he'd agree to anything. The game was won, and the wolf hadn't even known they'd been playing.

Meet your maker, Derek Hale.

They barely made their way up the stairs, lips never separating, and crashed through Stiles' bedroom door. Derek held the smaller man's hands lazily above his head and ducked to bite at his neck, feeling like nothing could stop him when he felt the blood pulsing under the skin.

And then there was a dainty 'ahem' from behind them.

Stiles was pretty sure he'd never seen Derek move that fast. One moment, the lycan's teeth were scraping against his neck, the next, Derek was crouched in front of him protectively, those same teeth bared at the intruders. He straightened up after he recognized the two girls.

"Derek," Stiles announced, "you're looking at my second fantasy."

The older man's face scrunched in confusion. "Ew. Orgies are not an option."

Stiles' arms wrapped around his waist from behind, fingers dipping easily below Derek's beltline. "They're just going to watch."

"No."

"But, Derek—"

"No."

"But it's your own damn fault! Everyone at school literally thinks I'm a porn star because of your little stunt yesterday!"

"Stiles, they can't watch. That's fucking weird. That's like you going to Scott's and asking to watch him and Allison."

"Okay, first off," Lydia interjected, "stop talking about us like we're not here. Second off, drop your little modest act, Hale, you're not fooling anyone."

She matched Derek's furious glare, completely unfazed. Stiles and Allison kept quiet, letting the two fiery personalities go head-to-head. Stiles rubbed small circles into the wolf's lower stomach with his thumb and rutted his hips a little, demonstrating the possibilities.

Come on, Derek. Come on.

"And besides," the small girl continued, "I have no problem with watching two hot guys go at it in front of me."

A second of silence, and Stiles grinned, "Aw, Lydia. You think I'm hot?"

Three pairs of irritated eyes turned on him. He shrugged, nonchalantly pushing hand further down the front of Derek's jeans. He scraped his nails lightly over the base of Derek's cock, eliciting a quiet, breathy moan from the taller man.

"Come on, Derek," he muttered into the other's ear, ignoring the curious glances of the two girls, "don't you want to show them how loud you can make me scream?"

And he bit down on the nape of the wolf's neck at the same time he squeezed his cock, and Derek was done for. Stiles hadn't even realized he'd been moved when he found himself on his back on the bed, a shirtless Derek straddling his hips.

And yeah. Stiles liked it when Derek moved fast.

On one hand, Derek wanted to fuck the kid so hard he wouldn't be able to sit comfortably for a week, as a punishment for pulling this one on him. On the other hand, however, he wanted to show these girls exactly what he saw whenever the clothes came off; he wanted them to see how perfect Stiles looked when his back arched off the bed, his mouth stretched wide in pleasure, and the way his eyes would cross just slightly when Derek hit that holyfucksogood spot inside the smaller body. How he would clutch desperately at Derek's forearms, nails leaving marks that Derek wished wouldn't heal, and how he seemed to lose control of the muscles in his face as they twitched and pulled at his features. He wanted the girls to hear each needy plea and soft whimper. He wanted them to hear Stiles scream his name.

He would dangle the boy in front of them, only to pull him out of reach and growl possessively and never, ever share.

Derek leaned over to grab the lube from the bedside drawer while Stiles yanked off his own shirt. They had no time to spare, not with the way Stiles was sprawled beneath him and rocking his hips up against his own. Derek made quick work of their jeans and boxers, stroking Stiles' length while leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to those still-swollen lips.

The smaller man hummed, raising his hips off of the bed and into the tight fist. "Just do it."

Derek coated his fingers and settled back between the spread legs to slip two into the tight body, nipping at the inside of Stiles' thigh. He crooked one finger, brushing over the small, oversensitive bundle of nerves, and grinned when the kid whined in the back of his throat.

"More."

A third finger.

"Fucking—Derek, fuuuck, more."

Derek could hear four heartbeats. Stiles', the one he was most in-tune with, the clearest. Allison's and Lydia's, both of whose were pulsing away rapidly across the room, their heavy breathing also echoing inside his head. And his own; he could feel the blood throbbing in his ears, could practically taste the raw need on the back of his tongue.

Stiles' legs wound around his waist, ankles crossed at the small of Derek's back. The lycan leaned forward, thanking God that the kid was flexible as he practically bent him in half. He pulled on Stiles' lower lip with his teeth and swallowed the boy's moan as he pushed in. When their hips met, Derek stilled, clenching his teeth against the feel of Stiles' writhing body underneath him.

"Fuck, fucking—move," Stiles demanded, hips rocking in an attempt to fuck himself on the older man's cock, but the firm grasp on his waist held him down.

Derek ignored him. He rested his forehead in the curve of Stiles' neck and turned his eyes to the two wide-eyed girls in the corner. His hand wrapped around the smaller man's cock, stroking once, twice.

"Isn't he beautiful?" He murmured, voice carrying in the quiet room. Stiles arched into Derek's touch and whimpered at that precise moment, punctuating his question perfectly.

He truly wanted to laugh at the twin blushes that painted the girls' faces, loved the way their eyes raked over the boy that they could never have.

And then, not waiting for an answer, Derek pulled back and thrust in again, earning an appreciative hum from Stiles. The wolf rolled his hips expertly, angled perfectly to press against the boy's prostate with every other thrust; Stiles muttered nonsensical phrases and tightened his legs around his waist, heels digging into his back encouragingly while his nails grappled at the toned chest.

Derek lifted his head to the boy's ear. "Show them how beautiful you are," he growled huskily, stubble rubbing the skin raw.

Well. Stiles was nothing if not a performer.

He threw his head back, pushing into the pillows, revealing the long, pale column of his neck. His back raised off the bed once more, spine curling into a desirable curve, and the way his hips jerked up to meet Derek thrust for thrust had the wolf grinding his teeth around groans, fingers gripping hips hard enough to bruise.

It was Allison who felt the dull pang of intrusion in her stomach, first. Like they shouldn't be watching this. Like this was an extremely intimate moment that they certainly should not be present for. She forced herself uncross her legs and made to get up from her chair and make a stealthy exit, but Lydia's hand on her arm pushed her back into the seat.

"You're not leaving yet," she muttered conversationally, eyes never leaving the writhing couple on the bed.

Allison settled back into her chair, turning her gaze back to the guys as well. "Don't you feel like we're seriously invading their privacy?" She whispered back.

"Of course I do," Lydia breathed, "now be quiet."

Derek turned his head to them, eyes unfocused, and managed to twist his lips into a smirk. He could feel the familiar heat pooling in his stomach, his entire body hotwired to every single move and noise Stiles made. His senses were overwhelmed, his hips driving forward of their own accord. He could feel it all building up higher and higher and it was all he could do to pry his fingers from Stiles' hip, drag them over the taut stomach and wrap them around the boy's painfully hard length to stroke in time to his increasingly frantic thrusts.

And then Stiles seized up, mouthing Derek's name wordlessly, muscles clenching, and it was all closing in on Derek. He cried out, ducking to close his teeth around the kid's slick collarbone as he came. He thrust shallowly a few more times, riding the high, before becoming hyperaware of each breath the two girls took, every movement they made. He wanted them gone.

He rubbed his thumb in a circle on Stiles' hip, resting his head against his shoulder, and pulled out. He collapsed onto the bed and smiled when the kid curled into his side. They both let out contented sighs.

"I, uh…" Allison spoke up softly, afraid to ruin the sudden silence, as she raised up off of her chair. "I need to go find Scott."

Stiles cracked an eye open and offered a sated smile. "See you guys at school tomorrow."

Allison smiled back, and then she was out the door, Lydia on her heels with her phone already up to her ear.

"Jackson? I'm coming over. You better be on your bed, naked, in fifteen minutes," was the only thing they heard before the girls closed the door behind them.

Stiles threw an arm across Derek's waist and chuckled into the damp skin.

"Hmm, what's so funny?" The lycan asked, and Stiles giggled again.

"Wait 'til Scott and Jackson find out that they're getting laid because their girlfriends were so turned on by watching us fuck."

Derek barked a soft laugh. "You think the girls'll tell them?"

"Oh, no, probably not," Stiles muttered nonchalantly. "But I definitely will."

Phew. Sign me up for tickets to that show, plz.

How come Derek picked Stiles up from school if Stiles drove his own car? How did the girls get into Stiles' house after school, and why didn't Derek notice their cars parked out front? THESE THINGS DON'T MATTER! All that's important is the porn. Pornity, porny porn porn p0rn.

I NEED SUGGESTIONS, FOLKS! I'm running low on ideas, so I ask: what kinks are you guys interested in seeing, if any? R/R!