Note: I completely forgot to add this old outtake from Unofficial Brothers. I still plan to add current A03 stories on here as well.
Braeden and the Sheriff were in the middle of eating breakfast while carrying on a light conversation, sharing a chuckle or two, as Stiles boredly played with his cereal, sinking his Cheerios into the milk over and over again, when suddenly a thought popped into his head.
Derek was upstairs in his room, all alone, and possibly naked, fresh out of the shower.
Stiles perked up at this, as a naughty thought came to his mind.
Derek. Was. All. Alone.
"Excuse me, I just remembered I have to go tell Derek something," Stiles announced, getting up from his seat.
"You barely ate." His father said, frowning.
"I'm not that hungry." The teen replied before leaving the kitchen with haste, heading up the stairs with a pep in his step.
John raised an eyebrow in confusion, bringing his coffee up to his mouth. "Kids today." He remarked, shaking his head before taking a sip of the brew.
Stiles stopped at the entrance of his older brother's door and took a moment to collect himself, feeling his heart pumping in his chest and his hand shaking from the adrenaline of his excitement.
He opened the door without knocking, finding Derek standing in the middle of the room with his tattooed muscular back to him. A glimpse of his ass caught his attention as the older boy pulled his jeans up to his hips, he turned around to find his brother standing there.
"What are you doing here?" Derek asked on edge, eying the closed door, worried any moment Braeden or his dad would follow Stiles into his room.
"I'm tired, really tired," Stiles claimed, letting out an exaggerated yawn. "Exhausted actually." He added, pulling down his sweats, and showing Derek he was going commando.
His cock stood aroused, eager to greet the older boy.
Derek gulped nervously as Stiles came closer.
"Stiles, our dad, and my girlfriend are right downstairs. Are you insane?"
"I can be quiet." He said grabbing the back of Derek's head and smacking his lips against his brother's.
Derek moaned in the kiss, grabbing Stiles's firm ass, and gave it a squeeze as their lips and tongues played.
"Oh, I want you." Stiles gasped, breaking the lip lock.
"Can I suck your cock?" He asked huskily.
"Shit, Stiles. You can't say stuff like that to me." Derek stressed, feeling his willpower crumbling.
"Why not?" The teen asked, as he slowly pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it on the ground by his pants, now standing completely naked in front of his brother.
"Because, it makes me want to slam you against the bed and fuck your brains out," Derek claimed, eyeing the teen hungrily as his breathing picked up, and his unbuttoned pants, hung low on his hips with a now noticeable tent present, some pubes showing.
"Oh, shit. Yes, please, yes. I want to feel you all over, in my mouth, my hand, my ass, everywhere." The teen expressed as his desires took over him, stepping closer.
"Oh, fuck." Derek voiced before capturing the teen's lips once more and falling back on the bed with Stiles underneath him.
He worked on removing his pants, letting his dick spring free.
The teen moved on top of his older brother and straddled his waist, he then leaned down and kissed Derek's built chest, as the older boy raised his hips letting the tip of his cock graze his younger brother's ass.
"Oh, do you want me to suck your cock or fuck it?" Stiles asked teasingly as he gave his chest a playful lick.
"Both." Derek panted.
The teen slid down and took him in his mouth.
"Oh fuck, Stiles."
Stiles moved his mouth up and down his brother's hard length.
"Yeah, yeah. Uh, shit. I love your mouth." Derek groaned, grabbing the back of his brother's head, keeping him put as he tossed his own head back in pleasure.