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About: Derek's having trouble control himself when it comes to not kissing Stiles.

Pairing: Derek/Stiles - Pack's in here somewhere as well.

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16. YOUR LIPS.

Well, when Derek had said that Stiles had no kisses for three days, he really didn't think it through. He was the one who gave Stiles the kisses, and he kisses Stiles for his pleasure as well. So, when he stormed out of the kitchen after punishing Stiles? Yeah, lets just say that really nice oak tree by the lake wasn't really whole any more.

When he got back from his three hour run, sweaty and breathing heavily, the kitchen was clean. Isaac and Scott were still scrubbing at the floor to get rid of the tomato, but it was mostly clean. Expect for Stiles. Stiles was sat off in the living room on a towel, his top off, showing his lean but muscley abdomen, staring at him with a smirk. A little bit of tomato sauce was trailing down his face towards his lips, where Stiles' pink, pale tongue darted out and snatched it in greedily.

Derek's hand clenched, and it took all of his self control to stop him from going over there and ravaging Stiles. That little shit knew what he was doing to Derek as he flashed his cute little smirk. Isaac and Scott came out of the kitchen at that point, and looked between them, obviously smelling the arousal coming off Derek in drowning waves.

"Uh...Stiles, we're done with the kitchen," Isaac said to Stiles.

Stiles' brown eyes went to Isaac. "Thanks, you guys. I'm going to shower. A kiss, Derek? Oh, wait..."

Derek growled. "Go shower. You're dripping tomato everywhere."

Stiles made sure to wiggle his bum while walking up the stairs so Derek would have trouble controlling himself.

"Why can't you kiss Stiles?" Scott asked, as he dropped a cloth in the bucket of soapy water on the floor.

Derek growled again. "After he messed up my kitchen, and my system, I told him that he'd have no kisses for three days."

Isaac put two and two together. "And that's why you're being extra grouchy. You want to kiss him so bad."

Derek wanted to say no; he wanted to ignore Stiles' big, lush lips and get through the three days. But he knew he wouldn't be able to go without three days of kissing Stiles. "Yes."

Isaac burst out laughing. "Oh my god! This is hilarious! So, Stiles wiggling his bum while going up the stairs? He's trying to get you to kiss him."

"And I'm not going to," Derek said sharply. "Now, both of you can go and do laps. Now!"

Derek was not going to last three days.

The second day got easier.

Yeah, if you could tell Derek was lying, well done. The second day got anything but easier. In the morning, after Derek sleeping on the couch to get away from Stiles and his cuddly ways, Stiles had come down in only tight boxer briefs. DEREK's boxer briefs.

Derek was growling softly from where he was on the couch. He got up and went in the kitchen to find Stiles doing some stretches that really shouldn't have been sexy, but really were. Derek growled again, louder this time, and started swallowing his coffee like a man who hasn't had water in three days.

"Derek? Could I have some of that?" Stiles asked from behind him.

Derek stopped and practically thrust the coffee cup towards him.

"Thanks," Stiles said, producing a straw and taking a sip of the coffee, making sure to lick the yellow straw as he inhaled the coffee, moaning at the goodness.

Derek's pants were now straining around his cock, and he was clutching the counter top like a life line.

"Stiles, I know what you're doing," Derek warned. "And it's not working."

"Yeah, okay," Stiles said sarcastically. "It's not working. That's why you have a massive hard on and your eyes are tinting red instead of green. Oh, but it's not working."

"..." Derek was speechless as his stupidly hot boyfriend walked out, a satisfactory smile on his face.

Then, during the day when they were all training, Stiles decided to take his shirt off and pour a bottle of water over himself. Derek had lost focus from where he was fighting with Boyd, and Boyd ended up punching him in the face. At least the pain of Boyd's punch calmed down his ridiculous hard on.

Scott nudged Stiles with his elbow, taking a break from fighting with Jackson and Isaac. "You're killing him."

"I know," Stiles said. "But that's what he gets for punishing me with no kisses."

An hour later, they all took a break. Stiles was making sandwiches for all the pack. When Derek walked in, he licked the chocolate spread of the knife and moaned in appretiation. Suddenly, he found himself backed against the fridge, Derek's hands on his face, and lips crushing to his.

Stiles moaned and jumped up, wrapping his legs around Derek as they began to heatedly make out. Derek started to attack Stiles' neck with his lips, nipping and licking and it earned him a moan of pleasure.

"Took you, ah, long enough," Stiles said.

Derek growled. "Shut up."

Jackson and Lydia then chose that moment to walk in. Lydia burst out laughing. "I thought you guys weren't kissing?"

"Derek, oh my god, cracked," Stiles moaned. "Now, leave."

Lydia took the chocolate spread sandwiches Stiles made and took them into the dining room, just as they heard the magnets on the fridge come off, and a slamming sound, loud groans sounding from the kitchen.

Scott looked at his sandwich. "Can we go down by the lake and eat?"

The pack agreed.

It was just such a shame Isaac had to go back into the kitchen and get his sandwich. He took one look around the kitchen before sneaking in and grabbing it. Derek was growling really loud, and Isaac froze.

"Damn it!" Stiles yelled. "Isaac! You're such a cockblock! I'm not in the mood any more!"

Derek growled. "Neither am I and I haven't had sex in two days!"

The pack just laughed as the pissed off alpha and his pissed off mate made their way back to the pack picnic.

The third day was filled with moans and groans before Derek and Stiles did some cuddling.

The new rule? Don't ever cockblock Derek and Stiles. They get grouchy.

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