Note: This outtake is from chapter 16 of the story when Stiles goes over to Derek's place to watch a movie after his therapy session.
In this version, they end up fucking.
GASP!
Hehe.
"The lights?"
"What, did you say something?" Stiles said turning to Derek.
"I asked if you could… oh, forget it. I'll do it."
Stiles watched confused as Derek leaned into him.
"What are you doing?" He asked surprised and excited at the same time.
Derek smirked amused leaning over Stiles's lap reaching over and turning the lamp off.
"Oh," Stiles said as Derek moved back, grabbing the popcorn.
"Want some?" Derek asked handing the bowl over.
"Yeah, thanks."
The two moved their eyes to the screen in front of them and were drawn into the movie. Soon, one movie became three and before Stiles knew it, it was one in the morning.
"Holy crap."
"What?" Derek asked concerned.
"It's one in the morning."
"Really? Wow, you're right. Well, this movie is almost over. We can finish this one up and then I can drop you off if you like."
"Uh, sure. Sounds like a plan." Stiles said with a smile.
Before he knew it, Stiles was passed out cold on top of Derek on the couch.
"Stiles, Stiles," Derek whispered, as he brushed Stiles's hair.
"Hmm?"
"Stiles, are you ready to head home?"
"No, I'm comfortable." He muffled against Derek's clothed chest.
Derek smiled, rubbing his back fondly.
"Did you want to stay the night?"
"Yeah."
"Ok, you can stay in the spare room."
"No, I don't want to move, I'm comfortable."
"Stiles, you have to move. I can't sleep like this."
Stiles brought his head up sleepily, looking at his brother shocked to find he was lying on top of him.
"Oh crap, why didn't you wake me up sooner? Sorry man." He said getting up off the couch.
"I don't know. I liked your warmth I guess." Derek voiced, blushing slightly.
"Really?"
"I'll uh, show you to your room."
"Cool."
Stiles followed Derek over to a room down the hall.
"Here it is."
Nice, where is yours?"
"Stiles."
"I'm just curious. It's good to know In case of an emergency."
I'm right next door."
"Oh okay, well night."
"Night."
Stiles tossed and turned back and forth on the bed for a good ten minutes before he got fed up and knocked on Derek's door.
"Yeah?"
"I can't sleep."
"Me either."
"Can I join you, nothing sexual, I swear."
"Come on," Derek said with a sigh, lifting the covers for Stiles to join.
Stiles smiled in relief and came over getting into the bed.
"Can we umm, cuddle? Do brothers do that?" Stiles asked feeling uncertain.
"I guess so."
Stiles laid his head on Derek's warm chest and wrapped his arms around him.
"Is this, okay?"
"Yeah, you're nice and warm."
"So are you. Night Der."
"Night Stiles."
Stiles readjusted his position in the bed and looked over towards his brother, noticing something big was poking against his pants.
"Derek?"
"Hmmm?"
"You're hard."
"Ignore it, just morning wood."
"I want to touch it."
"Stiles."
"I know, but I can't help it. I just have this stupid urge with you."
"I know the feeling."
"What do you mean?"
"As much as you want to touch me, I want you to."
"Really?" He said sliding his hand down Derek's chest.
Derek grabbed Stiles's hand stopping him.
"We can't."
"Why not?"
"You know why."
"Come on Derek. Just one more time. Dad doesn't have to know."
"What am I doing?" Derek said with a sigh releasing Stiles's hand.
Stiles slid his hand down and into Derek's boxers earning him a moan as he came into contact with his brother's hard cock.
"Shit, you're wet. You want my hand or my mouth?"
"Fuck, your mouth."
Stiles chuckled as he slid down Derek's body.
"Your wish is my command."
Derek watched as Stiles licked the tip of his leaking cock. He gasped and rolled his eyes into the back of his head.
"Oh, fuck, Stiles."
Stiles smirked as he took his brother's cock in his mouth and began to suck. Up and down, up, and down.
"Oh god. Uh, yeah. Don't stop, just like that." Derek moaned out, bringing his happy hips up to Stiles's lips, fucking his mouth good.
Stiles suddenly removed his wet mouth with a loud pop.
"Why did you stop?" Derek asked looking down at him in stress.
"I want you to fuck me."
"Fuck. Bend over for me." Derek ordered.
Stiles did so eagerly, as Derek licked a finger or two before inserting them into his brother's tight ass, moving them in and out a couple of times.
"Derek, fuck me."
Derek withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his cock as Stiles gasped and gripped the bed sheets.
"Shh, don't wake up my roommate," Derek warned.
"Uh, I can't help it. It feels too fucking good."
"I know baby. I know." Derek coaxed.
"Uh!"
Derek began fucking Stiles against the bed, covering his mouth to keep him quiet as the bed squeaked and shook under their movements.