Stiles sat in the passenger seat with a wet and sticky Derek in the driver's seat. The key thing in Stiles plan was to get Derek tired and relaxed. The sun was setting in the horizon with little traffic on the road. Grinning like a mad man, Stiles unbuckled his seat belt. Derek who was tired and grumpy was trying to pay attention to the road and not strangle his boyfriend so didn't notice. Napkins in hand Stiles leaned into Derek's personal space. Derek noticed the invasion and glanced down, but not wanting to deal with it decided the road was a better picture. Slowing patting Derek's right thigh with the small napkins Stiles kept glancing up. When he was sure that Derek wasn't going to kill him he decided to slide his hand inward. Growling softly Derek tried to keep his hands on the steering wheel. Grinning Stiles knew he had the alpha's attention. Stiles lifted Derek's shirt to scrap his hand over the alpha's perfect abs, which brought a gasp out of the victim. A flicker of thought went across Stiles mind to leave Derek like this but he thought better of it. Scooting closer Stiles brought both of his hand to Derek's lap. Stiles' plan was going perfectly until he tried to undo the belt buckle. "Stiles," Derek gasped, "stop we are on the road." "I know just watch the road Der I'll take care of you, "Stiles grinned. That was the only protest that Derek gave, so Stiles went back to slowly seducing his mate. Unbuckling the offending leather strap, Stiles moved on to his next target, which was making itself known. Stiles has always been grateful of Derek's incisive need to go commando but never more grateful then now.
Licking his lips at the hard member before him Stiles moved in for the kill. The first initial touch caused the alpha to gasp and serve the car. White knuckles on the steering wheel Derek tried to stay focused. This was not the first time Stiles got bored on a road trip and chose this particular activity to chase the boredom away. Pulling out all the stops Stiles was going to make quick work, Derek on the other hand was not going to let this end too soon. Relaxing his throat Stiles sucked in as much in as possible. At the beginning of their relationship Stiles only could get half of Derek in his mouth, but 6 years of practice made Stiles an expert (in his opinion, whatever Scott). At times like this and when they are in a hurry both boys are grateful of Stiles non-gag reflex. Stiles was always putting things in his mouth when he was a child. Derek was still reluctant to let this end too soon so he was holding on as much as he could. Stiles figured this out so he pulled another one of his tricks that get his alpha all 9 cloudy. A little pain with pleasure goes a long away especially with a wolf. Scrapping his teeth on the underside of his 'lollypop' he heard Derek grunt. One more trick and Stiles would have a happy content alpha instead of a tired grumpy. Sure he would still be grumpy but he would be relaxed.
Stiles learned early on to breathe through his nose when he bobbed up, he didn't need to release his treat. A few more bobs and little grunts Stiles pulled out his last trick. He came almost all the way up to lick the tip then blow. Now under normal circumstance Derek would try to hold on to what little control he had but this time he made one mistake, he looked down. Shooting his load into the waiting mouth of his mate, Derek closed his eyes (a mistake). The release got Derek by surprise in which he twitched. The car swerved into the other lane. Honking horns made Derek pop his eyes back open and jerked the wheel back. Looking at the boy in the next seat grinning, Derek couldn't take it anymore; he pulled over when he saw the rest stop.
Pulling in the nearest parking spot, Derek turned off the car, zipped up his pants and dragged Stiles out of the car before the boy knew what was happening. 'The rest stop was not a new one and kind of like the one off of the movie rest stop' Stiles thought while being dragged by this mate. Flinging the door open, throwing Stiles in and locking the door behind him Derek zeroed in on his target. Red eyes and claws but no facial hair gave Stiles a clue as to his wolf's state of emotion. Showing his submissive side Stiles backed up to the wall and barred his throat; seeing his mate's creamy throat the wolf growled/purred, which sent a shiver down Stiles back. Craning his neck farther was the only invitation that the alpha needed, he attacked.
Lips tongue and teeth were everywhere. Claws made intents in the wall. Handprints on the hips and ripped clothes. Flipping the boy over Derek ripped Stiles shirt to shreds and yanked the sweat pants down. Stiles was never so happy he wore sweat pants instead of jeans then now. Even though Derek was all claws and teeth he still had some sense to get Stiles prepared. Sinking to his knees Derek pulled the white creamy skinned globes apart to get at the hole he wanted. Using his longer than normal tongue (thank you werewolf genes) to lap at the ring of muscles. Stiles had his face plastered into the dirty wall would have normally unhinged him but Derek was currently making germs a second thought. Neither one of the boys had lube with them. Stiles must have realized this before his alpha decided to get handsy. Pushing off the wall Stiles turned around to look at the mess of werewolf on the floor. Chocolate brown eyes meet flickering red/hazel eyes. "Lube dude, need some wetness," Stiles gasped out. Even in his tired zeroed-in brain Derek must have understood because his response was a grunt/growl. Searching the bathroom, Stiles found nothing to help them in this predicament. But then he remembered that in his sweat pants pocket he had lotion from the cave incident. Grabbing his pants that somehow got thrown over in the corner, he digged through his pocket and through the bottle at the looming alpha. Stiles made a come get it gesture to the wolf. Next thing the 20 year old knew he was all up close and personal with the wall again. Lubed up with a stretched willing body underneath him Derek slid home. The nasty session in the rest stop was not long enough for either male but it did get the edge off.
Panting and trying to salvage his clothes Stiles had a goofy grin on his face. Derek looked like he just had the life sucked out of him. Which in Stiles opinion he did twice (got to love werewolf stamina). Both boys were quiet which was odd for Stiles and it make Derek nervous. "I didn't hurt you did I," Derek turned to the boy while unlocking the door after both were somewhat dressed. "What Na dude, I'm good just thinking,' Stiles grinned while tossing his shirt in the trash. "About what," Derek asked. "What oh um nothing," Stiles said shifty. "Stiles what is it, you know you can tell me anything," Derek pleaded.
"Yeah yeah I know but um your protective and I don't know how to tell you, "
Stopping in his tracks the alpha turned to his mate, "What who hurt you what are you not telling me, I swear if it was some stupid kid with pranks again I will…"
'Wo Wo dude, not that I am fine I was talking about your car' turning to look at his mate like he grew another head Derek said 'What about the car?' Stiles started walking to the car again while saying, "Well you didn't get any sleep at the Bates and you have been driving so I was wondering if you needed a break." "You want to drive," Derek asked. "Well yeah I always had fantasies about your car... "Stiles shrugged, "Ok," Derek interrupted. "And you could use the nap," Stiles continued. Stopping next to his mate Derek put his hand on Stiles' shoulder, "hey I said ok and yes I could use a nap."
'Seriously'
'Yes Stiles I said ok, just don't crash or I'll rip your throat out with my teeth," Derek said while sliding into the passenger seat. Grinning like he just won the lottery or got to see Derek naked for the first time, stile finished grabbing a new shirt out of his suit case in the trunk he said, "Yeah yeah old threat dude."
Stiles slid into the driver's seat, adjusted the mirrors, started the car, put Florida Georgia Line on his phone to be blue-toothed onto the speaker, and got back on the interstate. After Cruise was over Stiles looked over to Derek and smiled. Derek had his sun glasses on, face smashed into the window and currently drooling away at some random dream. Looking back at the road Stiles hit the gas.