I'm back! And so sorry for the wait, but you know, life. And then my muse ran away from me. So.. this is the last chapter even though that was not my original plan. It just happened.. But I hope it's worth a read either way. Enjoy :)
Chapter 7
When Stiles woke up the next day, he blinked lazily a few times before deciding to get some more sleep.
"Screw waking up. Need more sleep. Never get enough sleep" He turned around and nuzzled into his pillow.
His hard pillow. Who was breathing.
Shit. Derek.
Had he really just.. come here yesterday and just, kind of, gone to bed? With Stiles?
Well, Derek had come here, to his house, so Stiles guessed Derek knew where he had been going at the time. He had even gone home before coming here and.. Last night had been exhausting and Stiles had more or less been too tired than just been happy (and relieved) that Derek had showed up. "What does this even mean?" he wondered, looking up from the surprisingly comfortable torso he was currently using as a pillow.
"What does what mean?"
Derek's voice was gruff from sleep and the rumble in his chest made Stiles almost purr in return.
"I, um.. You're here and I am too and yesterday you just kind of showed up here and.." Feeling his pillow stiffen Stiles eased himself up on his elbow and shook his head, meeting the most adorable sleepy, but now guarded, eyes of his bedmate. "Not that it's anything wrong with that! Quite the opposite! I mean, um.. I ah.. um.. We kissed"
"We did" Amused, sleepy eyes looked at him and Stiles bit his lip.
"And you came here"
"I did" Fingers traced Stiles spine, going all the way down to the waistband, before lazily sliding up again.
He almost lost his train of thought but he also needed to know what Derek wanted from this. "And what does that mean?" Because Derek couldn't leave again. Not after this. And them.. whatever they were.
Stiles bit his lip again and hazel eyes tracked the movement. His eyes weren't so sleepy now, Stiles noticed.
"What do you want it to mean?" Derek's hand stopped, just hovered over Stiles' back.
"It depends on whether or not you're leaving again, I guess" Stiles swallowed the nerves and put his hand on Derek's chest, loving the feeling of warm skin and a faint prickle of hair under his fingers. "You're not leaving. Are you?"
Derek put a hand over Stiles' and waited until Stiles looked up to meet his eyes. "I'm not leaving"
Stiles couldn't help himself; he leaned down and kissed the lips that had starred in quite the vivid dreams since their make-out session in Derek's kitchen. Morning-breath be damned.
"So you're back for good this time?"
A small smile played on the wolf's lips before shrugging. "I'm home, Stiles"
"Really?" The relief Stiles felt had to be showing because the wolf next to him tightened his hold around Stiles' waist. "Because, I mean, it would be very.. you know, you, if you thought you needed to run again but I would like.. that would not be okay, because then I would go through this one more time. Like, you left and I couldn't.. you were gone and I thought I would be okay but.. It was like; "Now what?", you know and.. and then Scott is my best friend, like really- we've known each other since I stopped him from eating sand in the sand-box when we were three, 'cause that's not sanitary, or safe like, at all, but he is not someone I could talk to about missing you and.. even though I think he knew, somehow, but-"
"You missed me, huh?"
"Oh, don't be so smug, asshole. You left and yeah, I might have had some moments where I- gaah"
And suddenly he was on his back, his legs parting to give room to a warm body. Who was heavy, but the weight anchored Stiles and made him look up and into eyes that looked at him intently. The kiss was soft. Softer than previous kisses, with more feeling than any other kiss Stiles ever had experienced.
Derek's hands found Stiles' and they threaded their hands as Derek moved a notch and.. oh wow, Derek was hard against Stiles hip and he knew Derek could feel how on board Stiles was with that.
Lifting his head, Derek smirked while casting a glance down their bodies. Stiles upped it by grinding up, making Derek release a groan as his eyes dropped closed. And holy shit, Stiles had made Derek freaking Hale groan. And it was the headiest feeling ever, making Stiles roll his hips again.
Another moan, made by Stiles this time, and Derek's control snapped. Grinding his hips down to Stiles, he nudged Stiles' chin up nipping and kissing down the neck that was bared to him. Something his wolf seemed to appreciate a lot.
"Oh God" Tilting his neck, Stiles felt Derek kissing his way down his throat, scraping his teeth over his collarbone and stretching the t-shirt as far as it would go.
Tugging at Derek's shirt, Stiles mumbled against the werewolf's lips; "Off, off, off.. I need to- Holy shit" The shirt disappeared and Derek's chest was right in front of his eyes. He had seen Derek without a shirt many times before. Multiple times. It was like Derek was allergic to shirts and who would want to cover up this awesomeness anyway?
But he had never touched before. He'd never been allowed before. Not like this. Letting his hands follow every line, watching the muscles rip as his fingers ran down to Derek's stomach, Stiles glanced up to see Derek watching him with amusement. "Shut up"
"I didn't say anything" Something akin to hunger took over for the amusement in the wolf's eyes as Stiles chucked his shirt off and out of the way.
Stiles knew he wasn't as buff as some of their friends, but he wasn't ashamed of his body. He just didn't need to flaunt it everywhere they went.
A hungry growl made Stiles stop his wandering hands and made an 'ooomf'-sound as a wall of muscle made him fall back on the bed, hands roaming while Derek kissed his way down Stiles stomach.
Looking down to see Derek's tongue flick over the head poking out of Stiles' boxers, made Stiles throw his head back. Feeling was one thing, but seeing Derek doing it was more than he could manage without shooting his load right now.
"Up" Derek demanded and Stiles let himself get undressed and before he knew it, warmth engulfed his dick.
"Holy shiiiiiiit. De-eerek"
Working his tongue over the slit and around the head, Derek smirked up at Stiles, while holding his hips down, as not to choke. Stiles opened his eyes just to see Derek look up at him, giving him a wicked smirk before bobbing his head up and down a few times before he sucked.
Stiles was trashing on the bed, trying hard not to. But holy mother of God, it was like Stiles' nerve endings were on fire.
"Derek. Derek!" He more moaned the name, tugging at what he could reach, something that ended up being Derek's ears.
Derek let go with a wet pop before giving Stiles' dick a lick. "Taste so good, Stiles"
Stiles almost whimpered at that and tugged Derek up, kissing him fiercely. "Want you. Now. Please" Somehow Stiles managed to pull Derek's briefs off without kneeing him in the balls in the process.
And if he thought he would be disappointed when the briefs came off, wow. Let's just say he wasn't. He could almost feel himself drool.
Derek licked one nipple before tugging at it with his teeth. Hazel eyes looked up at Stiles dumbstruck face. "Where's the-"
"Second drawer to the left" Stiles said absently, taking Derek hardness in hand, stroking down. "Awesome" he said to himself.
He heard Derek snort while he stretched to find the lube.
"Shut up. Let me have a moment here. It's so.. Can I just.." He leaned down and licked the precum of the head. He moaned at the taste. He thought it would be worse, but somehow it made his own dick twitch. He heard Derek's breath hitch and that made him bolder. He'd never done this before so he was nervous, but it was like Derek read his thoughts. "You don't have to" His voice was a bit rough, but his eyes were sincere.
"No. No, I want to. I just.. Haven't done this before so just.. Let me know if it's not any good"
Derek nodded as he laid down on the bed, leaning back on his elbows. He seemed so at ease and the picture of him in Stiles bed was more than he could ever have imagined.
Alright, so he had imagined something akin to this scenario before. One or two times. Maybe.
Stiles bit his lip. "You look amazing" He had not meant to say that. At all. But the pink tint in Derek's cheeks were so worth it.
He let himself slide further down the bed, kissing his way down to the mouthwatering hardness between Derek's legs. He flicked his tongue out, tasting before sinking lower, taking more of Derek inside his mouth. He hummed at the feeling of having Derek's hard length in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the head before taking it as far he could before gagging slightly.
"It's okay. You're doing fine" Derek said reassuringly, sounding a bit strained.
Never one to back down from a challenge, he took two seconds to breathe before closing his lips around it again, helping with his hand, bobbing his head. Stiles had always been a fast learner, and by the groans and heavy breathing coming from Derek, Stiles thought he started to get a grip on this. Hah, grip.
Flexing his fingers, he tightened his hold on Derek and twisted his hand slightly in between swirling his tongue around the head. Taking a slight chance, he scraped his teeth ever so careful over the slit and Derek's hips bucked.
"St-Stiles"
Holy shit, he'd made Derek moan his name.
Best day ever.
Before he knew it, he was being manhandled around and up and ended up on his back and before he knew it, he heard the cap on the lube.
"I want to be inside of you. You have no idea" Derek was kissing Stiles wherever he could reach, all the while he slicked up his fingers.
Seeing Derek so turned on was almost too much for Stiles and peppered Derek's shoulder with kisses, giving himself a few tugs to release the pressure. "Have you ever.." The words stopped in his mouth and he blushed.
Derek raised a brow as he leaned over Stiles. "Had sex? Yes, I have"
"Asshole. I meant with.. uh, a guy. 'Cause I'm not a virgin by most standards but um.."
Derek gave him a quick kiss and shrugged slightly as he settled between Stiles' legs once again. "I've been with one or two. In New York. But that was a long time ago" His eyes found Stiles, and he leaned his forehead against Stiles'. "We don't have to, you know. Anything you want. Just being here with you is good enough"
Derek Hale, the secret romantic. Who knew? And who knew he could be so gentle? The way he looked at Stiles now was enough to make Stiles even more sure that he wanted this. Wanted Derek.
Stiles breathed out and nodded. "I want to. At least one of us knows what they're doing"
"Stiles"
"How can you do that? Put so much meaning in my name? I know you don't really know how to use your words but- Oooooh" He felt Derek's fingers close around his leaking dick and pump him as he felt another finger circle gently over his hole before entering him with the tip of his finger. Soon, Stiles was panting and clawing at Derek's back.
"Derek. Please. Just.. Aaaah" Feeling the stretch, he moaned. The burn helped with the need to come but it also gave way for impatience. "More. Derek, more. I need to feel you"
"I don't want to hurt you. Have to make sure-" Derek twisted his fingers, scissoring them and making Stiles buck his hips. "God, Stiles. So tight" He added another and Stiles gasped. "Easy, baby. So impatient for me" Derek whispered against Stiles neck.
"It's not like I haven't done this to myself before, Derek. Come on, I can't- I need to-"
"Christ, imagining you doing this to yourself. Stiles-"
"Derek, I swear to God if you don't-" He felt Derek's fingers slip out before he belt the blunt tip of his head press against his rim. Stiles rolled his hips just as Derek pushed forward and Derek froze.
Taking a deep breath, Stiles nodded. "It's okay"
Hovering over him, Derek held completely still. "We should have done it in a different position. We could-"
"Don't you dare" Stiles hocked his legs around Derek's thighs. "I want to see you"
Leaning down for a kiss, Derek pushed forward again and inch by inch Stiles took Derek in until he was all the way inside.
After an eternity of holding still, Derek felt drops of sweat roll down his back in his effort to let Stiles take his time to adjust. But it didn't seem like Stiles needed more time, as a shifted and rolled his hips against Derek, as if to test out the feeling. An almost pained sound escaped the werewolf and he closed his eyes, reeling in his wolfs need to just take. "Stiles"
"Move, Derek. Please move"
Feeling Stiles around him, taking him and having him so tight around him, made it hard for him to think. "Stiles" He rolled his hips and got a breathless moan in return.
He pulled back and surged forward again. And again.
"Harder" Stiles arched his back and Derek was a lost cause.
Doing as asked, Derek pounded into Stiles, rolling his hips and from the sounds Stiles was making, he had hit the right spot.
"Oh my Goooood. Dereeek!"
The kiss was messy and hot, full of want and with a drop of joy.
For a while there were just two bodies, giving and taking, enjoying the slide of skin against skin, hands tugging, caressing.
Stiles was in heaven. This was hands down the best thing ever. He never wanted it to end.
"Sooo good. So good for me Stiles"
"Oh God. You can't… aaah, you can't say things like that" Jerking himself of, feeling his prostate getting hit just the right way, Stiles threw his head back and everything went white for a second as he came hot and messy over his own stomach, getting some on Derek's too.
Feeling Stiles orgasm around him tipped Derek over the edge and with a growl he bit into Stiles' shoulder, riding the wave out.
Collapsing on top of Stiles, he tried getting his breath back. Stiles ran his hands down Derek's back as the werewolf licked the mark he had made.
"You're never allowed to bite me outside of bed, dude. But that- I think it made my orgasm longer"
"Don't call me dude" Derek mumbled into Stiles' shoulder. "And I would never bite you. Like that. At least not without you wanting me to."
"In bed with human teeth, no problemo. But yeah, I know." They both went silent, coming down from their post-orgasmic high before Stiles groaned. "You're like a ton of muscle. I feel myself getting crushed"
"You didn't complain earlier. I am almost certain it was more a moan." Derek smirked as he rolled to lie next to him.
Stiles spluttered and felt himself flush. "That was different. Jerk"
Derek just smiled and pulled Stiles closer.
"You should smile more. Definitely smile more. I know you have it in you but wow. Just wow" Stiles kissed him on his shoulder. "Best. Morning. Ever."
Derek stifled a laugh before looking down on himself. He groaned and looked down Stiles' body. They were covered. "We should shower before this dries."
"Ugh, yeah. Not a pleasant experience. I mean, the dried cum, not all the-" Waving his hands around, Stiles sat up and winced. "Ow"
Derek pushed him back down and started to get between his legs before Stiles spluttered a complaint. "Nope. What are you doing? Don't touch my butt! I'm fine, just a bit sore"
"You sure? Maybe I should check if-"
"Not happening. Not in a million years. Nope. Not a chance" Stiles sat up and tried not to wince again. "We better shower. Wait, is my dad home? What time is it?"
Derek was still frowning and Stiles rolled his eyes. "I'm fine. Really. Come one. Shower"
"Your dad left a couple of hours ago. And a shower sounds great. I can check you while we're in there"
"Absolutely not. No touching the butt." He pulled on a pair of sweatpants before opening the door. "At all" he shouted as he walked out of the room.
"Next time, when I do you, I know you wouldn't let me check you" Derek heard him mumble as he walked to the bathroom.
"Werewolf" Derek grinned as he followed him. "I heal"
"So do I. Just not as quickly. And I'm fine. Your dick isn't that big"
That earned him a growl and a cold spray from the shower as he shrieked and yelled: "Stop it! Just telling the truth here, big guy. And- hey! No one touches the butt!" Derek just hummed, letting his hands slide over broad shoulders, down his back and stopped to squeeze said butt while nuzzling Stiles neck.
"I'm fine. You are not allowed to check- Derek? Derek!"
Much later, Stiles grudgingly had to give in to Derek's demands and was still blushing thinking about that but at least he got another orgasm from it.
-o-o-o-o-
Hanging out with the rest of the pack was good. Things were calm for a change. It was nice not having to worry about the Dread Doctor's and their monsters.
It was almost weird, without the threat of danger hanging over their heads. But it was also good, even if they missed Kira.
With Kira still being with the Skinwalkers, Scott was worried. Like really worried, but Lydia had said that Kira had to come back to finish school so Stiles guessed that was something Scott could hold on to.
Hayden was now a part of Scott's pack and Stiles knew how happy that made Liam. They had really found each other and Stiles was happy for them.
Stiles was pretty happy for himself too. He still fought and shouted with (or at, depending on the topic) Derek, who could be a stubborn ass when he wanted to. Whether it was about pack-business or how to fold laundry. Stiles couldn't help his mouth running away from him and Derek couldn't help his glaring and brooding. (Much to the rest of the packs aggravation). But in between the fights and the snarling and sometimes loud disagreements, they got in a couple of kisses or reassuring looks- just to tell each other they were okay even if they didn't agree on everything.
At the end of the day they had each other's back. And love.
("Sooo much love. You love me, Sourwolf. Admit it. You love this hot body and want aallllll up in ma' grill, amiright?"
"Stiles. Shut up. I don't know what I ever saw in you"
"You love me. At least a little bit."
"I'm reconsidering everything"
"Just a tiny bit then? I bet you at least love when I take yo-"
"Stiles"
"You love me"
"*sigh*"
"So?"
"…I do")
-The End-
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O m g, I did the thing! Also; it did NOT work out how I wanted it to. At all!
I wanted all the smexiness and all the love (and hot, hot sex) in there.. it wasn't this.. exactly but.. All the sexiness drowned in all the loveliness that is the two of them.. Or something. I have no idea what I'm doing. Hope you weren't too disappointed.
Please review? Pretty please with sugar on top?
After Chapter 6, things just stopped for me. And I had, once upon a time, plans to make this story a lot longer but.. Things happened. Also, life happened. So there's that.. But at least I finally made an ending and hope it wasn't too bad. *hides*