Derek nearly * died *. He deserved some proper pack cuddles. But Scott was busy with Allison and Stiles kept his window unlocked. It really wasn't his fault when he crawled through the window and spent a few hours laying in the pile of dirty laundry before stripping himself out of his dirty clothes and climbing into the soft, good smelling bed.
Stiles came home from school, humming the tune to some song or maybe it was two songs that sounded sort of the same but it didn't matter. At least not when he opened his bedroom door and the curtains were drawn and there was something on his bed.
"Oh my god what the fuck is that" Stiles said out loud as he switched on his light to see what it was. He was sort of scared that it was something horrible, something that he probably shouldn't just blast in the face with the bright ceiling light. But he didn't need to worry. It was only Derek.
A growling, grumbling Derek. In his bed. Under his blankets.
"Dude why are you in my room? Actually that doesn't surprise me that much. Why are you in my bed?" Stiles asked but flicked the light back off and dropped his back pack by his desk. He toed off his shoes and sat down on his rolly chair, looking expectantly at the lump on his bed, only black spikes of hair showing.
"Hurt" Derek grumbled and Stiles rolled his eyes waving his hand even though Derek had his face buried in the comforter.
"And? I know you're hurt. I pulled an arrow out of your back. Yesterday." Stiles said in a flat way. He knew Derek was hurt. He'd yanked a poison tipped arrow out of the wolf yesterday. There had been a trap laid and Derek had fallen in, the arrows were posted like spikes, easily stabbing the wolf in the side. It had created a massive wound, having rotted away most of the flesh that surrounded it. Gruesome, to say the least. Derek huffed, tired from being awake, frustrated at why Stiles so far away and why he was still talking .
"Wolves pack up, we heal better together. Scott would be more effective but you're more available." Derek explained and Stiles nodded. He was second choice for weird wolf rituals. Great.
"So why are you in my bed?" The younger man asked again, trying to get to an actual answer. Derek huffed and sat up, face pale and sweaty, dark circles carved around his eyes. Stiles gasped a little, he couldn't help it. Derek looked like a ghost in the dim light.
"Fuck, I need to be close to someone to heal faster. I have a massive hole in my back and being near someone is going to get it over with faster. You can sit on the bed or get in here with me, just help me." Derek explained and started to get more breathless. He looked… desperate. Begging almost, like a wet dog looking through the window. Stile smirked and rolled his eyes.
"You want me to cuddle with you?" He asked, joking. Mostly. That was until Derek nodded, huffing as he laid back down exhausted from it all already. Stile just stared at him, waiting for it to be a joke. He promptly ignored the feeling in his stomach.
The younger man just cleared his throat and turned around to his desk, pulling out his books and his laptop.
"Uh yeah. Okay. I'm going to finish typing my essay and stuff then. Dad's on nights this week so I'm just going to have leftover lasagna for dinner. You can have some too, uh if you want some." Stiles said, trying to sound very very normal. Even as his stomach did weird flips.
It worked, Derek was quiet and still and Stiles actually got most of his essay finished. It was fine. It was okay.
Well actually, it was okay until Derek started to whimper. He was asleep, deep asleep, but twitching and whimpering, mouth twisted up like he was hurting bad. He was twisting around to lay on his side instead of his belly, knees drawing up closer to his body, shoulders jerking.
Stiles watched him from his desk for a minute before turning back around to his laptop. But he couldn't help but worry there was something wrong so he stood at the foot of the bed and shoved the frame a bit.
"Dude, wake up. Are you alright?" Stiles asked before Derek was wiggling the blanket away from his face, showing his snarling face. Not hurt. Nightmare.
Stiles shook his ankle, trying to wake him out of it. He didn't think about how weird it was that Derek didn't have any leg hair.
"Derek, Derekkkk, wake up! Dude you're having a nightmare. Wake up, c'mon dude don't freak out on me" Stiles tried to wake him, he spoke at a regular level, scared a yell would cause Derek to wolf out.
Derek just curled up and sobbed, eyelashes getting teary, foot jerking out of Stiles' grasp. The human rushed to stand by his head, hands flittering around, unsure whether or not to actually touch the wolf or not.
He ended up rubbing Derek's shoulder and oh. He wasn't even wearing a shirt. Stiles just didn't want to hurt him since yeah he had a huge hole in his back. Which, once the blanket was shoved off Derek's shoulders, was starting to show. It was more healed than the last time Stiles had seen it but it was still pretty bad, angry red rimmed with black ooze staining the gauze that covered the worst of it.
"Derek, cmon wake up. Ugh you're a big dog. Wake up a dog… ears?" Stiles talked to himself before pushing his hand into the thick dark hair that was damp with sweat. He stroked the top of Derek's head, which only made him twitch more but when the human finally scrubbed behind Derek's normal ears, the wolf sighed, relaxing.
Stiles rolled his eyes and rubbed over the creases of Derek's ears with the pads of his fingers. The wolf's entire body relaxed, a grumble rolling from him which Stiles took as a positive.
"Yeah, yeah, you big mutt." Stiles said and kept scratching the unfairly soft hair behind Derek's ears. It was nice actually, the way Derek relaxed and fell back to calm sleep. His face was so relaxed even with the dark circles under his eyes and the sick pale that was taking over his skin, he looked beautiful. Beautiful? Handsome. A good looking guy. Yeah. Not weird to think your friend is handsome. Handsome.
But for some reason Stiles couldn't peel his eyes away from the way Derek's soft looking lips were parted and the slightest glint of white teeth showed between them. The way his eyelashes were like fans cast down over his perfect cheekbones. The way his big hands were laying on the bed in front of his bare chest. Oh his chest , stiles thought as he slowly peeled the blanket down further, just a few inches. Just to get a better look at the perfectly smooth skin of Derek's chest. So soft looking, nipples perked up once the blanket exposed them to the cooler room air.
Stiles was dizzy. And hard. This was Derek's fault not his.
"Are you going to maul me if I lay next to you?" Stiles asked, hoping maybe Derek was awake or would say he could leave now or something.
He was met with nothing, of course. Just a peaceful sleeping werewolf.
"Fine, it's fine, whatever." Stiles finally decided and flipped the blankets, his blankets, up on the opposite side of Derek. This was his bed. He could take an afternoon nap in his bed if he wanted to.
"Dude… pants off and all? This is my bed." Stiles said exasperated and stripped out of his own shirts, toeing off his socks too. He kept his own pants on, needing some extra protection over his hardon. Just in case.
Stiles shook out his arms and tried to relax. It was his bed. Afternoon nap. With an almost naked werewolf. Almost naked, very very hot buff guy with a bulge the size of Texas in his worn out grey briefs. Don't look at his bulge, Stiles told himself and then looked again. Derek's briefs were snug, holding onto his thick hips and cradling his bulge in a way that made Stiles feel like he was on fire. And maybe a bit self conscious. And a little impressed, if he was honest.
"Not my fault. Not my fault. He was in my bed first. Not my fault." Stiles told himself as he laid down, back to Derek, and covered them both back up under the blankets. He laid perfectly still, mind trying to record everything it could.
Derek was… warm. Snuggly too especially when he threw his arm over Stiles chest and his leg over the human's own. Stile's refused to move but Derek pulled them together, chest to back, head to toe touching. Like he was trying to get rid of any air between their bodies.
Derek was heavy. And big. And warm. And his dick was actually in the crease of Stiles' ass. The wolf's arm was fuzzy and warm and his hand was huge and rough where it cradled the side of Stiles peck, his thigh was massive, and where his scruff was against Stiles neck made him feel a shivery kind of arousal.
Stiles was… hard. Mostly. But also nervous, especially after a few minutes Derek made a whine and twitched again. Bucking. Hips twitching. Stiles gasped but Derek was squeezing him, arm tightening, thigh shifting higher to lineup so his bulge was rubbing right between Stiles ass, hips shoving.
Stiles was shocked for a minute before the next thrust came and he realized what he was being used for. He was thankful for keeping his jeans on.
"Fuck… Derek. Don't do that." Stiles said weakly as he clung Derek's wrist where he was holding the human close, not letting Stiles get away.
Derek just kept going, hips shoving and thrusting, huge hard cock pressing against Stiles' ass. The rhythm was steady. Long thrusts forward and then slow drags back. It was making Stiles breathless. The heat now radiating from the wolf, the drag of thin cotton over thick denim, the wet pants that were being blown over the sensitive back of his neck.
"Dumb dog, stupid fucking…. Derek come on" Stiles begged as the wolf's mouth opened, hot breaths turning into the graze of sharp pearly teeth and wet tongue.
Derek let out a growl, pulling Stiles closer, teeth pressing into Stiles' skin, breaths becoming whiny sounds. His hips were shoving harder against Stiles, like he was trying to shove through the clothes to actually fuck him. Like he was desperate for just a little more.
Which was… Stiles barely ever kissed anyone. Let along had sex. With a guy. Who was a werewolf. With a huge cock. Huge cock and obviously very powerful hips. Stiles was paling at the idea but then Derek was whimpering.
"Please…. Please…" Derek begged, stubble rough on Stiles ears. Stiles couldn't help the twisty feeling getting tighter in his gut. It was such a desperate begging whimper.
"Derek" Stiles finally responded and rolled around so he was facing Derek. The wolf's hips kept rocking toward Stiles even as his eyes opened and found Stiles' own brown ones.
"You're awake." Stiles whispered, he would be mad if Derek wasn't grinding their crotches together. Derek just whined, eyes all big and full of need.
"Let me. Let me play mate you. Please? It helps. I'll make you cum too." Derek asked and his shaky hands pulled at Stiles' jeans waistband. Stiles was staring at him in shock. What? His brain was on half speed but he didn't just…
"What?" Stiles asked confused and Derek let out a whine, pushing his face to Stiles to just nuzzle at his lips and cheek. Stiles' eyes fluttered as the soft graze of Derek's lips ghosted across his own as he rubbed their faces together. The wolf spoke into the soft space under Stiles' ear.
"Play mating… won't mate you. Just… rubbing. Skin to skin with you, I'm hurt, don't know what I'm saying. Just let me please Stiles" Derek begged and pushed his forehead against Stiles, big eyes all full of puppy want. It wasn't fair.
Stiles swallowed and nodded, rolling back over so they were spooned together.
"Fine but when you're sober I'm blaming you for this. Don't kiss me. Underwear stays on." Stiles decided and unbuttoned his jeans, wiggling them under his butt. He felt Derek's smile as he shoved his face into Stiles' soft half grown out hair.
"Thank you, thank you, so nice, thank you" Derek said happily and fished his hard cock out of his briefs, spending no time shoving between Stiles' thighs, moaning at the tight soft relief on himself. Stiles was in awe as he looked down and could see the tip of Derek's cock.
Derek was in a hurry, head all blurry and off kilter. He quickly fucked into the precum slicked passage of Stiles' thighs, chasing the good feeling that was getting more and more overwhelming. Stiles bit one of his own hands, trying not to let any embarrassing noises out while his other hand held onto Derek's forearms where it was holding across his chest again.
Stiles was so close, even without touching himself. Derek was making short ' hah, hah, hah' sounds followed by long whines. The entire bed moved with each of the wolf's thrusts, the way he pulled his hips back until just his tip was trapped between Stiles' legs before slamming back forward. The feeling of such a big burning hot cock rubbing across the underside of his own cock and balls was enough to have Stiles' gasping.
He was tensing his thighs, trying to keep from cumming when Derek yelled out. Short, higher pitch than what Stiles would have expected, and matched with arms squeezing the air out of Stiles. It only took Stiles being able to breathe again to realize the wetness between his legs.
"Done?" Stiles asked, trying to act cool as he reached down to his own dick, giving the base a good squeeze. Derek hummed, nuzzling into the human's hair and body slowly relaxing, like he was melting. Stiles felt relieved and started to stroke himself, short and quick, he was covered in precum already. He was nearly there, feeling himself toeing the line as a rough palm covered his hand.
"Let me" Is all Derek said, sleepily but his hand was sure and heavy. Stiles took his own hand away to cover his mouth. Derek pumped him quickly, grip a little loose, but enough so Stiles was moaning out after a few strokes. After spilling across the bed, Stiles felt the need to get up, to say something to clear the air. But Derek just hummed and grabbed Stiles' hip, hand wet.
He was fast asleep before Stiles could even get a word out.
Stiles laid there, trying to get it through his mind that what they just did was kinda sex. And kinda amazing. And he had a feeling it wouldn't be the last time Derek ended up rutting against him.