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      Explicit
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  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Knotting, Hardcore_Sex, First_Time, Holiday, Snow, Oh_God_this_was_so_fun
      to_write, Post_Season_2, Oral, Anal, Fingering, Dirty_Talk, Rimming,
      Scenting
  Series:
      Part 1 of Occasionally_...
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      Published: 2012-12-15 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 13597
****** A Very Sterek Christmas ******
by TobyRosetta
Summary
     It's actually snowing in Beacon Hills, and it's got everyone out of
     whack. Out of the kindness of his own heart, Stiles decides to take
     some things up to the the old Hale Mansion for old Sourwolf himself.
     But when the storm kicks up and snows them both in, the night takes
     an interesting turn.
***** It's Beginning to look a lot like Christmas.... *****
Chapter Notes
     ((This has been updated and revised for mistakes and some editing
     changes. ))
It had been years since Beacon Hills had snow, let alone snow on Christmas. The
town was at a higher elevation, so despite being in a warmer state like
California, they still managed to get some of the white fluff occasionally.
This Christmas was like magic. Weird things had been going on in Beacon Hills
the past year, but somehow, when the cold settled in, and the ground started to
blanket the town... Everything underwent a kind of transformation. It felt like
a real holiday, despite all of the murders that had been looming over Beacon
Hills. With all of the schools released for the winter holidays, kids littered
the streets. Building snowmen, sledding, and having snowball fights. It was
like something out of a movie. Yet the biggest thing Stiles Stilinski cared
about was that it was cold.
It was the first time he'd ever put snow chains on his jeep. That had been a
bit of an experience. His dad had ended up doing it for him. Scott was off,
being oblivious, and happy, with Isaac. Oh, they weren't dating, no. They were
just hanging out, as friends. You know, friends that make eyes at each other,
and generate enough sexual tension to power a factory of fan girls for a year.
It was infuriating.
Okay, not really, but it did suck.
Ever since the Kanima had been resolved, and Scott had been dumped by Allison,
his wolf friend were slowly getting closer and closer. Stiles didn't really
blame him for it, or even hold it against him. It wasn't like they weren't
allowed to have other friends, and at the end of the day, he knew that Scott
would still drop most things to come hang out with him, if he'd just ask.
"What the… C'mon!" Rolling his window down, Stiles leaned out to yell at the
cars ahead of him. "COME ON! IT'S JUST SNOW, NOT SHARDS OF GLASS YOU IDIOTS!"
He called out in exasperation, leaning back in with a sigh as he swiped the
wetness from his skin. Stiles hurried to get his window up again. He was 4 cars
away from the traffic light, and people were driving like snails. Honking his
horn a couple times, the teen was incredibly irritated. "I might as well turn
my car off and wait, Jesus Christ… This isn't anything compared to the hills…"
Trailing off, Stiles' eyes flickered to the snow-capped tree tops on the hills
that surrounded the town. Their namesake. There had to be about a foot of snow
up there, in the woods that he and his friends spent entirely too much time in.
Around the Hale property.
"No! Dammit! You are not going to think about that asshole and his furry white
butt shivering all alone in that half charred mansion that has like, no
insulation or form of heat…" Driving through the 4 way intersection as he spoke
to himself, Stiles huffed, already knowing what was going to happen.
~*~*~*~
After an hour of intense arguing with himself, and furious packing, Stiles was
pulling up to the picturesque house. For a moment, he sat there, staring at the
remains of what had to have been an amazingly beautiful home when it was still
intact. He could almost imagine it whole, and full of life. Derek had once said
that a large number of his family had lived there. Kids, adults, aunts and
uncles, cousins, him… He tried really hard to not feel bad for Derek. The guy
was an asshole. Sure, he had a circumstance to excuse it, but that wasn't any
excuse!
Okay that made no sense. Whatever.
Sighing, Stiles finally wrapped his scarf around his neck and the bottom of his
face before shoving his door open. He hopped out and leaned back in to grab the
overstuffed garbage bag, and backpack that he'd brought. "Stupid… Freakin…
Werewolf jerk… " He grumbled, his breath chilling the fabric of his scarf
against his face which totally defeated the purpose of the damn thing. "He owes
me… SO big…" Knee deep in snow, Stiles shut his jeep and locked it. Dragging
the bags with him as he cut a path through the snow, Stiles carefully made his
way up to the front door of the Hale mansion. "COMING IN, SOURWOLF! I HOPE
YOU'RE DECENT, AND GRATEFUL!" He hollered into the house once he'd shoved open
the door and tossed the bags inside. Stiles shook off on the porch before
tentatively stepping in. For a moment, it was quiet. Looking around, Stiles
sighed and his shoulders fell from their tensed position.
"Or you could be not home. That totally works out too." He snapped quietly at
thin air.
"What are you doing here, Stiles?" Jumping, Stiles had been in the process of
turning back around to head out to his jeep and leave, when Derek's voice cut
through the air. Stiles swung back around, mouth open as if poised to answer,
but lacking any words.
"Iiiiii… Ah… Heh…" Smiling and rubbing at his red nose, he shuffled his feet a
bit. "Ho ho ho? I come… bearing gifts?" He tried at last, feeling the lameness
of his finish with a sigh. His hand jerked up again to smooth down his knit
cap. Stiles had been pointedly looking at everything BUT Derek until the
silence became too much, and he let out an frustrated sigh. When his turned
onto Derek at last, Stiles took note that the wolf was fully dressed. Jeans,
shoes, presumably underwear-no stop thinking about his underwear dammit!- a
sweater, and his leather jacket. His nose was a little red from the cold.
Immediately, Stiles felt some of his exasperation seep out of his bones as he
looked at the confused, almost wary, expression on the Alpha's face.
"What are you doing here?" Derek reiterated, stalking forward a few steps.
Swallowing and opening his mouth, Stiles finally started to talk as his brain
had been jump started by the repeated question.
"I-I might have been a little worried about the big bad wolf up here in the
cold all one and stuff so I brought some blankets and candles and firewood and
stuff. The wood's still out in my jeep, but there's blankets, candles, and some
food 'n stuff in that bag. I wasn't sure if you'd be stocked and prepared for
tonight, so… yeah… I know it's stupid, and you probably don't want help from
some stupid kid like me but dammit I'm doin' it anyway so just… Suck it up and
say thanks!" Wow, that had turned into something completely different from what
he'd wanted to say. How hard was it to articulate, 'I was worried, I brought
you some stuff'? Apparently too hard. Now Stiles was standing there, in silence
again, tapping his left heel on the floorboards as he chewed on his tongue.
Silence again.
"Alright, well… Merry Christmas." He said finally, turning and opening the door
to head out. He wasn't even on the porch when Derek's figure breezed past him,
heading to the car. Opening the trunk himself, he had started pulling out
bundles of firewood, pausing for only a moment to look at Stiles. He was
currently gaping at Derek, jaw slightly dropped as he tried to formulate a
question that would settle the confusion he felt.
"Are you gonna help me or what?" Derek asked, raising his eyebrows as he
carried in 2 bundles of wood per arm.
"Wha- Oh! Yeah! Y-yeah sure!" Scrambling through the snow to his jeep, Stiles
grabbed two more bundles, trudging back up towards the house. By the time he
got inside with his load, Derek had been in and out again for the last 4
bundles.
"I shut your jeep. Close the door and come help me start a fire." Derek ordered
as he stomped the snow off of his boots, and stalked inside. Stiles swallowed
hard, glancing back at the heavy, grey clouds. They were obviously in for
another big storm tonight.
"I hope it holds off till later..." He muttered quietly, before kicking the
snow off of his own shoes, trying to imitate Derek. He only ended up kicking
the floorboards too hard, and cursing as he nudged the door shut behind him,
looking around. "I love how you've decorated for the holidays. Very Ebeneezer
Scrooge. Maybe I should hire you next season to do my place up too." God why
can't you just shut up Stiles! He thought to himself, sighing as he walked down
the hallway. Through the door that Derek had come through earlier when he'd
first arrived. It was a part of the Hale mansion he'd never been inside of
before. Looking around curiously and swallowing thickly, Stiles could almost
hear the horror music in his ear.
Pausing in the hallway, he looked around confused and about to call out for
Derek to ask where he'd gone, when he heard boots shuffling in the room
directly to his right. Opening the door, Stiles looked in. He was relieved to
see Derek and not some creepy monster lurking. That was the last thing they
needed today. Stepping into the room, Stiles was actually surprised. It seemed
like this room had hardly been touched by the fire. The windows were intact. It
was probably the warmest room in the whole house, honestly. That wasn't saying
much though.
"What is this room?" Stiles asked as he finally walked in, talking to fill the
silence as he went over to deposit the wood bundles onto the stack that Derek
had started.
"It was the library." Derek replied. At first Stiles did a double take,
surprised that the man actually had answered him. Normally Derek answered no
one's question, except Scott's after he had screamed it at him a few times.
"Oh, that's cool. No books though. Not much of a library." He replied, glancing
around as he rubbed his hands together to warm them. He could hear that
familiar heavy exhale, and immediately the mental image of Dereks nostrils
flaring just a bit with the action popped into his head.
"There used to be, smartass. " He replied, stalking over to the fireplace.
There were some charred embers in the hearth, but it had been a while since
they had been burned, so Derek used a fresh piece of wood to stamp them down
and break them, making room for him to build up a new pile. A lighter appeared
from his pocket. "Hand me one of those newspapers."
Stiles spun around to search for the papers Derek was talking about, doing a
full 360 before he saw them, and grabbed a stack, carrying them over. Using
them for tinder, the wolf used his lighter to ignite a few clumps, setting them
in around and under the fresh, dry wood. The floo on the chimney was broken in
a permanently open position, so he didn't have to worry about that. After a few
moments, the fire finally caught and was starting to grow. There was visible
relief on Derek's face. For another long moment there was silence.
"Okay then… Well… I'm gonna go, so you have yourself a nice evening, enjoy the
snow, keep warm and all that stuff…"
"Thanks."
"What?" Stiles ramble was cut short by Derek's blunt voice. It didn't have its
normal curt edge, which was what caused his initial surprise. Sighing, Derek
stood up from where he'd knelt by the fireplace to look over at Stiles.
"I said, thank you. You didn't have to do any of this. I was braced for an
uncomfortable night. But this will help a lot. I don't really understand why
you decided to do this, since all I ever do is threaten to kill you, but… I
appreciate it." Stiles was speechless for a moment before finally he let out a
half-chuckle, and shook his head.
"You don't ALWAYS threaten to kill me. Sometimes you save me. There was that
one time, you know… Ah… Honestly, I don't think you're all that bad of a guy.
If you tell anyone I said that I'll deny it though. I mean, you're just a
little rough around the edges which is completely understandable. You've kinda
had a shitty life so far, what with the fire, and your crazy uncle, and your
sister and the Kanima, Jesus how many times did you get paralyzed? Not to
mention the fact that I almost drowned you once, and you know, I really could
have left you at the bottom of that pool but I figured why waste a perfectly
good Alph-"
"Do you know how to just be quiet and say 'you're welcome'?" Derek asked. It
wasn't as much of an insult, as it was an honest question. There was a look of
awe on the mans face. "I mean, seriously… I don't think I've ever met anyone
who talks as much as you do. What are you doing now?" In the middle of Stiles
rant, his body had gone onto auto pilot, falling to the undeniable urge to
move, and do something. So he'd opened up the two big garbage bag of things
he'd brought with him, unloading it. There were maybe 10 candles, a plastic bag
of food, and three thick, warm looking blankets.
"I'm unpacking the stuff I brought. Is there a problem with that?" Stiles asked
incredulously. Derek shook his head, walking over to take the blankets, setting
them onto the large, over-stuffed leather couch. It was an old piece of
furniture, covered with a sheet at the moment. It was definitely big enough for
a large guy like Derek to sleep on though.
"This is a lot of stuff…" He said quietly. Derek felt humbled. Honestly, since
Laura had been murdered, he'd been dreading this Christmas. It'd be his first
one alone. Truly alone. At first, he'd counted on at least Isaac being around,
but Scott had invited Isaac to spend the holidays at his place. They'd become
pretty tight friends. Derek knew that even though he'd been the one to change
Isaac, Scott was the one Isaac wanted to follow. None of his pack was here, and
he felt the staggering weight of it. "Am I a bad Alpha?" He asked quietly, not
realizing he'd said it out loud.
"What?" Stiles asked, leaning in as if to hear better.
"Huh? Oh… Nothing, sorry. I was talking to myself." Derek covered quickly,
straightening up as if nothing had happened. "This should get me through the
rest of this storm." He announced.
Staring at Derek, Stiles frowned a little, examining the mans face. After a
moment, he decided that he couldn't leave yet. Walking over to the fireplace,
Stiles knelt down next to it, warming his hands.
"…What are you doing?" Derek asked. His previous statement had been a pretty
obvious dismissal. "Aren't you going to leave?"
"Uhhh, rude." The teen replied, glancing over at Derek. "I'm warming up before
you so ungraciously shove me back out into the snow, to brave a treacherous
drive down the hill to go back into town. You know, I probably risked my life
coming up here to see you." A half second pause. "Hey, where did you park your
car? It's probably not a good idea to leave it out under so much snow."
"I… My car's fine I have it parked somewhere safe. Don't you have snow chains
on your jeep?" For a moment, Derek really was concerned. Stiles jeep wasn't
exactly in its best shape. Stiles looked insulted.
"Of course I have snow chains. I'm not stupid. And despite hanging around you
and your wolf-butt friends, I don't have a death wish, you know!"
"Really? Could have fooled me. For a regular human, you sure have a shitty
survival instinct." Derek replied, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Um, excuse you! I have a perfect survival instinct. It's always going off,
telling me to run. I'm just… a rebel. I don't like being told what to do."
Derek let out a bark of a laugh.
"That's one thing we can agree on. You suck at taking direction, and following
the rules. I don't envy your father." Normally, that would have gotten a
sarcastic quip right back without pause. But the comment about his father hit
home. Stiles had lied to his father so much, nearly cost him his job… Licking
his lips quietly and lowering his head, the teen nodded.
"Yeah… I don't either." He muttered, before clearing his throat and standing
up, deciding he was warm enough. "Okay. I'm gonna head out before it starts
snowing again. Are you gonna be here alone? Boyd and Erika aren't coming
around?" Derek just looked at the fire, his hands in his pockets. His face was
impassive.
"They're spending the holidays with their families, as they should. I'm an
adult, Stiles. I'll be fine here on my own." For another tense moment, those
words lingered, and Stiles nodded, and turned.
"See ya later, then. Don't turn into a wolfcicle. "
Heading out to the front door, alone, Stiles bundled himself back up, bracing
himself as he opened the front door. Or rather, he unlatched it and a hard gust
of wind slammed it open right into his face. Crying out and staggering
backwards, cursing, Stiles was holding his now bloodied nose, blinking through
the tears of pain. "Fuck!" He gasped out, looking out the front door. It was
like a full-on blizzard outside. He could hardly see his jeep through the thick
snow falling, whipping around in the hard wind.
"Why do I smell blo-Shit! Stiles!" Derek rushed over to where Stiles was
doubled over, trying to wave him off. He lurched forward to close the front
door, latching it against the storm that had kicked up out of seemingly
nowhere.
"I'm bine! I swear. It's okay." Stiles gasped out gently. The bigger man
grabbed his shoulders, making him stand upright, to look over his face. There
was blood streaming down from his bright red nose, tears in his eyes. The sight
pulled a growl out of Derek's throat. He dragged Stiles with him into the
kitchen of the house. It was still mostly in tact as well, with plywood patched
over the vulnerable spots. Grabbing a few paper towels, he carefully dabbed at
Stiles face until the blood was gone.
"Whads da diagnosis, doc?" Stiles asked, breathing through his mouth.
"Well… I don't think it's broken. At least not a clean break. It might be
fractured, but it's still straight."
"Oh dank gob. I wud 'cared I wud gonna loode all by goob look." Stiles managed
to get out with a cheesy grin, being careful to not breathe through his nose.
Derek grabbed a few more paper towels, guiding Stiles back to the library,
which was finally starting to get warm and toasty. "I don't think you're going
anywhere, Stiles. Not with the weather like this. I mean, you could try to call
someone with a snow mobile to come and get you, but it's going to be dark soon,
and it's just not safe."
"Oh ban… by dad id gonna be doooo bidd at be." He groaned, in his now nasally
voice. Pulling out his cell phone, Stiles looked relieved "Dank gob…" He had no
service, but he had his 4G. Stiles shot off an email to his dad, explaining
that he was snowed in at his friends, and was safe, but he wouldn't be home
till the next morning, if the weather cleared up. He added in that he didn't
have any cell service, but he had some internet, if the other needed to try and
contact him.
Holding the paper towel to his nose, Stiles watched Derek, who was sulking near
the fire. "Dorry bor ruining your robantic ebening alone." The other male
actually chuckled a little bit at that. Glancing over at Stiles, Derek sighed.
The boy was shivering, still. This didn't surprise him. Wolves ran hotter than
regular humans. Walking over, Derek pulled the scarf off of Stiles, and his
jacket too, before draping one of the blankets that had been warming by the
fire over him.
"Bundle up, kid." He ordered, plopping down onto the other side of the couch.
Stiles looked at Derek in confusion, his mouth gaping open to breathe more
easily. It took him a moment to obey, but he did pull the blankets tighter
around him, curling his legs up onto the couch as well after he'd kicked off
his shoes. For almost an hour of silence, something Derek thought impossible
considering his current company, Stiles curled up on his phone, emailing with
his dad to assure him that he was okay, and NOT getting into trouble. A great
deal of that time was spent convincing the Sheriff to not come looking for him.
Derek broke the silence, though, by getting up to put some more wood on the
fire, before coming back to the couch.
"You're not a bad alpha." Stiles said out of the blue, finally looking over at
his companion. It seemed the swelling in his nasal passage had gone down enough
for him to talk normally at least. Derek glanced over, a dangerous glower on
his expression.
"Who asked you?"
"Well, technically you did, early. You thought I didn't hear, but I did. I just
didn't know how to answer it. But I've been thinking about it… and no, you're
not a bad alpha. You're just a bad people person." Derek scoffed at that,
looked away as he shook his head.
"Thanks, for that. Very heart warming." Derek snapped at him a little.
"No, Derek, listen." Stiles leaned forward, actively engaged now as his mind
turned at its usual million thoughts a minute speed. "You've been alone for so
long, focused on anger, and vengeance, and survival that you just…. Don't
handle people well. And it scares them. I've known you long enough now to know
that you're not ACTUALLY going to kill me, when you threaten to, most of the
time at least." That last part was added in when the dark wolf gave a growl of
warning. "I get it. You're dangerous. Everyone knows that. But, because you
make it number one fact to the world that you're dangerous, and not to be
fucked with, are you surprised that people are freakin' terrified of you? I
read something, somewhere, for school probably…. Some old guy said, basically,
that to be a leader, you have to be loved, as equally as you are respected.
Last time I checked, you don't really give people much to love, with how closed
off you are. I mean… no one knows a thing about you, except what we learn in
near death situations." Taking a deep breath, Stiles leaned back and let his
shoulders sag. No matter what happened now, he had it off of his chest.
Silently, Derek seemed to take it in, a mix of conflicted emotions on his face.
It was a long time before he finally exhaled and dropped his head back to lean
against the couch, staring up at the ceiling. It looked like he was searching
for something to say. Tentatively, Stiles opened his mouth again.
"You can't treat everyone like they're strangers, knowing everything about
them, but not giving anything back, and expect them to flock to you. It's too
one-sided. If you want a pack, you have to open up." He said in a softer voice.
He hadn't realized that this was such a tender subject for Derek. The guy
seemed so hard all the time, never letting anything affect his cold exterior,
that he almost believed for a while that Derek didn't care what the pack
thought of him. He was starting to realize how wrong he was.
"I…" Derek breathed out, hesitating. Stiles eyes watched his protruding Adams
apple as he swallowed. Shifting, the leather couch beneath them creaked a
little. Stiles had scooted a little closer.
"I'm not going anywhere, big guy. So talk to me. Holding in all that crap is
gonna drive you crazy, just like it did for Peter. You know, years in paralytic
shock, festering, making him this insane psycho killing wolf? It'll affect your
inner wolf, won't it? So come on. I'll sign a non-disclosure agreement if
that's what you're worried about."
"Do you ever shut up?" Derek snapped, looking over at the other, not even
bothering to raise his head from the back of the couch. Realizing he'd done it
again, snapping angrily without thinking, Derek sighed and rubbed a hand over
his scruffy jaw, scratching at his chin a little bit before dropping it back
down to his lap. His eyes redirected to the ceiling. "I've been alone for a
really long time, Stiles. Since Kate torched this place and killed my family,
the only person I trusted was Laura. And she's dead now too. It's a little hard
to open up and let people in when everyone I do that for, ever, dies. I've been
trying. Especially with Scott. And look at how far that's gotten me! He doesn't
trust me at all."
"No, I think he does trust you a little bit. He just doesn't realize it. I
mean, you did save his life back when Allisons mom went all psycho-bitch and
tried to kill him. We all spend so much time trying to save each other, that no
one realizes we're actually friends. I'll admit… I hated you at first. A lot.
Because I thought you were a murderer. And, you had this habit of threatening
to kill me, you know. But… I really don't think you're that bad. You've saved
me a few times too, and I appreciate that, man. I do."
More silence. But this time, it was Derek who broke it. Leaning his head up
again, he raised his hand to rub the back of his neck a little. "So… What do
you suggest I do? I can't just call a pack meeting, sit down, cry and pour out
my heart and soul to the others. Number One: I wouldn't do that ever, and Two:
They'd think I had completely lost it."
Stiles rubbed his hands together and leaned in. Finally, a project; something
to direct his attention to.
"Well, for starters, you can stop threatening to kill people so much. That's
typically a turn off when making friends. Also, you need to not let things
stress you out so much. When you get stressed, you yell at people a lot. I
don't think your little fledgling wolves understand that you don't hate them,
and that you don't think they're idiots. Well, maybe you do think they're
idiots, but you shouldn't. They're teenagers, who up until this last year,
their biggest problems were totally normal bullshit. Not dealing with
supernatural mass murderers. It's a lot to deal with. I mean… I'm coping pretty
well because this is like a movie nerds paradise. I don't dig all the killing
and gore I've seen, and being paralyzed and beaten up and… yeah, all that
stuff…. But I dunno, I guess I'm just weird when it comes to this stuff. I've
always wanted something cool to happen to me. And even though it's not
happening to me, it's happening to my best friend, and around me, and it just
makes me feel like I'm a part of something bigger you know? … What was I
talking about?" Stiles paused, taking a deep breathing, and staring at the
expression of disbelief on Derek's face. "Oh! Right! Being a Good Alpha 101.
Sorry. I got off track."
"You think?" Derek quipped, shaking his head and looking away. Was he really
taking advice from this spastic little kid? Well… okay, he wasn't a little kid.
But he was irritating as hell. Not as irritating as he used to be, though. When
they'd first met, there were a few times he'd really wanted to kill him. Now,
he had no urge to do that at all. In fact, the idea of Stiles dying made him
bristle. He knew he was starting to consider this weird, scrawny human as part
of his pack.
"Get off my case, man. I can't help it. Anyway…. There's no reason some
sulking, grumpy, sexy wolf man like yourself can't relax a little, and just….
Try to be more understanding. You were a kid once, dealing with being a
werewolf and a teen, weren't you? You can live out the rest of your life being
angry at everything, but that's only gonna end up with you being alone. If you
want to build a family, a pack, and have real friends again, you gotta find
something else to anchor yourself to."
"You think I'm sexy?" Derek asked with a half of a smirk flickering across his
lips, glancing over to Stiles.
"OHMYGOD-Really? Out of all of that awesome Dr. Phil shit I just unloaded on
you, that's what you picked up?" Stiles exclaimed, rolling his eyes, and
strangling at the air. "You're impossible, you sourwolf." Derek actually
chuckled a little bit at that, sighing as he sobered from that rare moment of
fun.
"I get it, Stiles. 'Change your ways, Ebeneezer, or there will be a price to
pay.' Right?" Stiles nodded, before shaking his head. It was a travesty to have
all of his quality counseling reduced to a quote from a book. "But, really? Do
you think I'm sexy?" Derek pressed, actually looking a little curious under his
joking tone. Stiles swallowed, before licking his lips.
"What, are you gay or something? Is that why you won't bang Erika? Yes, she
told me she had the hots for you but you totally shot her down."
"Does it matter if I'm gay or not? I asked YOU if you thought I was sexy."
"Wow, how are we even talking about this right now? Just a minute ago it was
'boo hoo I have no friends' and now you want to know if I, in particular' dig
your chiseled, rugged, manly man, quiet but deadly get up?"
"Is that a yes?" Derek could tell Stiles was getting flustered, by the pink in
his cheeks, and his elevated heartbeat. Stiles stared at Derek in disbelief for
a long moment, before he huffed, and looked away.
"Jesus ChristYES whatever, fine, I think you're sexy. Anyone would have to be
blind to think you weren't!" Stiles exclaimed with a frown. For some reason,
that was really satisfying to hear for the older man.
"I'm not gay, by the way." Derek said finally. Stiles blinked a little, still
covered in a blotchy red blush.
"Huh?"
"I don't like labels. I don't consider myself gay. I just don't care about it I
guess. I don't date women because I don't trust them anymore. Last time I did,
I got pretty royally fucked over, don't you think?" The teen couldn't help but
nod quietly, in agreement. What does a guy say to that?
Sniffing a little, and wincing, Stiles reached up, tenderly touching his
already bruising nose.
"But you like guys too?" He asked carefully, glancing over with a bit of an
anxious expression. This wasn't the type of thing he talked with Scott about
really. He'd tried a couple times, but Scott didn't see relationships other
than his own. He'd have tried talking to Danny about it, if he was closer to
the guy. Thinking about Derek like that was making his blush even worse.
"It'd take a particular type of guy, but I'm not opposed to it, I guess." The
other man replied quietly, having a deceptively calm façade. "Why do you care?"
Derek asked suddenly, looking the obviously bothered boy over. Stiles coughed a
little, more of a nervous tick than anything. He shrugged too.
"Just curious, I guess… There's not many guys that like other guys in Beacon
Hills. I mean, there's Danny, but he doesn't really like me, like… at all, so I
can't just go and talk to him about this kinda stuff I guess." He said gently.
"Scott doesn't get it. He can't comprehend anything other than Allison half of
the time. Though I guess he and Isaac are getting pretty close, but we both
know Scott is clueless. My dad… He told me straight up that I'm not gay, and I
guess I'm not because I still feel funny below the belt when I think about
Lydia, but that's never going to happen. Not after the stuff with Jackson."
Sagging dejectedly against the sheet covered couch cushions, Stiles gave a
whine. "Can't we have another monster to fight? It gives me an excuse to not
have a love life."
Derek watched Stiles, feeling for the boy, a little. He had only been teasing
him before, but now it had come out. Stiles was like him. Silently, he reached
out and rested his hand on the others scalp. He only just noticed that the teen
was starting to let his hair grow a little, letting it get shaggy. He'd
probably shave it again soon. The thought made Derek frown. Ruffling the soft
brown strands just a little, he sighed quietly. "I'd rather not have to run
around trying to save your butt all the time. You're so human it hurts." He
replied, leaving his hand there. Stiles kept his eyes closed, having a mini
spaz attack in his head about the casual touch he was getting from the man.
"That's half of my appeal though. Being soft and fragile, right? The other half
is all of my wit and humor." He managed to joke weakly, chuckling a bit, but
holding still. He didn't want to dislodge the hand on his hair just yet.
"…Yeah, I guess it is." Derek actually answered, surprising his younger
companion. Looking up, the smaller brunette hesitated.
"Do you think I'm attractive?" He asked, almost biting back the words. Scott
had never answered him, and there was a very good chance that Derek wouldn't
either. There was a reigning uncomfortable silence, as Derek studied Stiles
face.
For a moment, he wondered if he'd actually ever looked at Stiles before. He had
a thin, angular face. On him, thin worked. It was a fine line between skinny,
and gaunt, and sometimes it almost seemed like the sheriff's son teetered on
that edge. Derek assumed he had a high metabolism, though. He did play
lacrosse, and he was always so hyper he practically vibrated… But still, he
focused on really looking at the teen. He had dark, long lashes, and very fair
skin, brown spots standing out against the ivory flesh in stark contrast. His
hair was a very dark brown, but his eyes were a much lighter shade of umber
that was actually very pretty in the low firelight. What light had been coming
in through the heavy clouds outside had long since waned into the twilight
hours, leaving them with nothing but the gold of the crackling flames not far
away. His upturned nose was swollen and bruised, but oddly, that didn't detract
from his face at all. Not with the long line of his lips just below. He could
still see, and smell, the tint of red blood there, where it had dried a while
ago.
The rest of Stiles was what Derek would call lanky. He was thin, gangly, and a
bit awkward. Rather suddenly, he felt the urge to see what the boy looked like
under his clothes. Swallowing it back, he looked back up to those expectant
eyes, hanging on the edge of the question he'd asked.
"Yes. I do."
***** Derek the horny werewolf... *****
Chapter Summary
     Snowed in, things get warm, and confusing. Stiles starts to see a
     whole new side of Derek that he's having trouble resisting.
How had things turned out like this?
Outside, the wind was howling. If he didn't know better, Stiles would have
compared it to a wolfs howl. But he did know better now. Not that he was
thinking much at the moment.
The rickety house was shaking with every strong wind, creaking and groaning.
Snow was piling up fast outside. If he'd had the presence of mind, Stiles would
have worried that the house would collapse on them. But that was far from his
mind at the moment.
He was rather preoccupied with the hard chest that was pressed against him. The
stubbled chin grazing his. The wet lips crushed against his own. The hands that
were roaming his body. Stiles Stilinski was currently straddling Derek Hale's
lap, being kissed breathless.
The heated silence after that bold confirmation of attraction had grown to be
stifling. Stiles was flushed, his cheeks daubed red in splotches, as he felt
the blush rise up his neck as well. "W-well then… That's…. awesome…" He'd
whispered hoarsely, clearing his throat reactively.
"Mmn… watch it…" Stiles gasped against Dereks lips, wincing into the intense
kiss when his still aching nose was pressed. Growling deep in his throat, Derek
rather abruptly forsook the boy's mouth, in favor of ravaging his sharp jawline
with his lips and his teeth. The brunette shuddered. Stiles felt almost
helpless as he fisted his shaking hands into Derek's stiff leather jacket.
Everything in him was tensed, and hot, and thrumming. Even after just a few
minutes of kissing and touching.
"So… uh…. What do we do now, then?" Stiles asked anxiously as he rifled around,
grabbing an old newspaper off the floor, fumbling as he tried to open in. The
brittle pages crackled uncomfortably. "Oh look, Nixon resigned from the
presidency…" Derek rolled his eyes at the boy's nervous behavior.
"You're really going to read a newspaper? Really?" He asked with a bit of an
amused expression.
"Reading is important, Derek. Especially for an overactive mind. It's something
my doctor suggested; to help my adh-" He didn't get much further into what
would have surely been a long winded rant about nothing important. Derek
grabbed the newspaper, claws extended long enough to shred it as he tossed it
aside. "HEY! I was READING that!" Stiles protested, leaning forward, hand
extended in the direction of the shards of paper.
"Not anymore."
"Oh hell…" The teen whined out as Derek's strong hands grabbed his hips,
roughly pulling their bodies together in a spine-tingling grind. It certainly
didn't help that the alphas tongue had simultaneously just glided up the length
of his throat, from his collarbone. This was a side of Derek he'd never
anticipated on seeing. Ever. Or rather… feeling. He could hardly open his eyes,
with all the sensations coursing through him at the moment. Groaning a little
when he felt the older man's rough skinned hands slipped under his sweater to
feel up along his slender sides, Stiles experimentally bucked his hips gently
against Dereks. The reaction was more than he'd anticipated though.
"W-Woah! What are you doing?!" Stiles cried out, flailing a bit as Derek
grabbed the front of his sweater, pulling him across the couch to him. The
clumsy teen nearly fell onto the floor, but just as he was losing his balance,
he found himself on Dereks lap, facing his red-eyed alpha.
"I'm following my instincts." He murmured, eyes flickering over Stiles face one
more time, before he inched forward, tilting his head just enough to graze his
lips over the boys mouth.
For a moment, the whole world shifted, and with a firm thud, Derek had Stiles
on a haphazardly strewn out blanket, laid out on the floor in front of the
fire. "Shit! Gentle with the merchandise, Derek!" Stiles cursed, rubbing the
back of his head where it had hit the rumpled blanket. In response, the wolf's
claws were out, and suddenly sliced through the teen's shirt, from collar to
hem. "HEY! I LIKED THIS SHIRT!"
"Tough. I wanted it off." Derek groused, as he wrestled the rest of the fabric
off of the other. He wasn't satisfied until he could see every inch of the
others pale torso. While Derek had never been a fan of people who were too
thin, for some reason it really worked on Stiles. His skin looked soft, even
though he could see the outline of the boy's ribs. His whole torso was studded
with the occasional spot, or freckle, and a rising rumble in his chest showed
that Derek enjoyed what his saw.
Frustrated, and a little angry, Stiles sat up from where he'd been laid, legs
spread, chest bare. "If I'm gonna be naked and cold, then you are too." The boy
huffed, jerking off Dereks leather jacket, revealing his grey, v necked sweater
beneath. "Ugh… You disgust me, man. I can see your biceps through your sweater!
How is that even fair? Seriously! I play lacrosse and I can't even get one ab
muscle and you're like….. Your muscles have muscles!" Stiles whined out,
complaining until Derek leaned in to kiss him again, effectively shutting him
up. "Mmmm… Okay… Okay… I get the p-" Another kiss. Melting into it, Stiles
shuddered and fisted his hands into Derek's sweater, starting to pull it up,
and off.
The older male pulled back long enough to discard the shirt, before pushing
Stiles back down, his own much larger body fitting over him easily. It was
minutes again, before the kiss was broken, letting Stiles gulp down some air.
Leaning up a little, Derek could see that the teen's lips were swollen, and
cherry red from their intensity. He wanted them bruised, so that when he looked
at Stiles tomorrow, he'd see the evidence on his face. As he stared, Stiles
pink tongue darted out and grazed over his lips, tasting them. Derek growled,
just about to dive back in, when he was stopped by a hand on his chest. It was
firm enough to make him stop, even though he could have easily ignored it.
"W-What are we doing here? Are we like… doing…it?" Stiles asked, looking
nervous. Part of Derek, his Wolf part, was irritated and impatient at that. But
he swallowed it back, frowning down at his ma-… Stiles.
"What? Is there a problem with that? I can feel that you want me." Stiles
couldn't deny that. Not with his erection pressing up against Dereks hip, hard.
"Well y-yeah I want you but… It's like…. It's not that simple… I mean, do you
have… stuff?" The teens face was redder, if possible. Derek looked confused.
"Stuff?" Stiles groaned at the clueless look on Dereks face.
"L-lube… you know… the stuff that helps make it not hurt? I'm… not exactly
experienced in this and stuff…" He was trying to not say the words…
"Are you a virgin?" And there it was. Thank you, Derek, let me just go crawl in
a whole and die…
"No I have buttsex all the time. Every moment I'm not with you, I'm getting
plowed. What do you think?" Derek growled viciously at Stiles. His eyes going
red again. "Okay, okay, maybe not the best time for sarcasm…. It's my only
reflex man, chill out… Yes. I'm a virgin."
Giving out a rough sigh, Derek was suddenly on his feet, stalking out of the
room, leaving Stiles there, alone and confused. Just as Stiles was starting to
be sure he'd somehow completely disgusted and turned off Derek to the point
where the guy didn't want to do this, or even be around him, he heard those
heavy footsteps again. This time, they were more of a fleshy padding, though.
The muscular wolf's boots were discarded on the floor, one fallen on its side.
Derek was barefoot. So he probably hadn't gone far.
Looking open when the door opened, Stiles couldn't help the self-conscious,
slightly pathetic look on his face. He'd really thought for a moment that Derek
had changed his mind. Frozen by that look where he stood in the doorway, Dereks
jaw tightened, the muscles in his cheeks flexing for a moment. "Shut up." He
groused, as if it was the only thing he could think to say. As he closed the
door, Stiles looked to his hand, noticing he was holding something.
A bottle of…. Oh…
"OH. You got lube." The teen blurted out. For the first time ever, he saw a bit
of pink raise on the alpha's cheeks. Almost immediately, Stiles lips pulled
into a grin. And it pissed Derek off. Stalking back over to the boy, who still
sat on the blanket, he set the bottle aside for now. Before Stiles could make
the sarcastic remark that was on the edge of his tongue, he suddenly found
himself face down on the blanket, breathing in his detergent
"Woah… Oh hell..." He gasped out, fingers rolling into his fists as he clenched
the fabric under him. More cold air grazed his skin as he felt Derek start to
pull off his jeans. He finally seemed to snap out of it, and pulled away from
Derek entirely. "Stop! Derek! Just, stop for a moment, okay?" Spinning to look
at the man, on his knees, his cheeks red, and goose bumps raised on his pale
skin... Stiles swallowed hard, and looked at Derek. Really looked at him.
"Alright. I'm stopped. I get the point. I won't touch you anymore." He growled
out after a long silence, tossing his own sweater at Stiles to put on, before
slumping to sit on the floor. One leg stretched out in front of him, the other
bent to support his elbow, Derek rubbed a hand over his face, staring into the
flames. And for that moment, Stiles saw something he never, ever associated
with Derek Hale.
Vulnerability and loneliness.
Rejection.
"That's… Derek come on. That's not what I said." Stiles said finally. Setting
the sweater aside, he crawled over to the man, and boldly forced him to move
his bent leg, so that his lithe form could straddle his lap. Back-lit by the
flame, Stiles skin had a pleasant gold cast, and his eyes almost glowed as he
looked over the rough face in front of him.
The one constant emotion Stiles always felt about Derek, was uncertainty. He'd
never known how to feel about him. Fear, anger, jealously, hatred…. Attraction…
He'd never really admitted that last one to himself. But now, looking the
others rugged face over from just a few inches away, and letting him take it
all in, he couldn't deny it.
Derek Hale was a beautiful, sad vision of a man. Scruff on his tense jaw that
always seemed to be holding back words waiting to burst out, eyebrows heavy
with furrow and starting to wrinkle his forehead in stress lines… Hard eyes
that were pale, and at the same time so bright… Why had he never noticed how
beautiful he was? The curve of his cheek bone lining the sexy hollow of his
cheeks… the strong, straight bridge of his nose and the chiseled angle of his
jaw… Leading down to a long neck, prominent Adams Apple bobbing with a
swallow…. He was handsome. He was beautiful. And Stiles was rocked to his core
how insignificant he was compared to this Alpha wolf. A textbook example of a
man.
Here he was, this little hyperactive shit with no muscle, or fat, but an over-
abundance of sharp bones and freckles. Scrawny, and not even blessed with
height. He was nothing, compared to Derek, and yet just moments before, this
man had wanted him. Has been about to take him, claim him. Biting back on his
molars, and swallowing down a heavy breath, Stilinski raised his hands to feel
along that prominent jawline. Short hairs stubbled and prickled at his
fingertips.
"Why me?" He asked, blurting it out in a heavy whisper. His own brows sank
together as he rested his hands on Derek's chest, looking up at him. "I want
this. Okay? I want it. I'm not crazy. You're… sickeningly hot. But that's what
confuses me. Why would someone like you want some… stupid punk like me? No one
likes me except Scott, and right now he's too busy with Isaac to be bothered
with Stiles." Hearing that he was wanted, on some level, seemed to seep an
ounce of the tension out of Derek's shoulders. His hands came up to rest on the
boys hips. He realized how hasty he'd been, to let his need to finally claim
Stiles for his own take over. Stiles was a virgin. He wasn't even openly gay.
Of course he'd have reservations about this.
"Look… Stiles… " He started, sighing heavily, and looking away. "You're not
'some stupid punk', okay? You've proven yourself to be… brave, and strong.
You're a human. And you run with werewolves. You've fought a Kanima, and
Hunters. How much time do you spend doing research, and all the brainwork for
that puppy dog of a best friend you have? You're…. much more than that. You're
the only human in a Pack. That's not something that happens. Ever. Even when my
family was alive, the humans in my family weren't involved in Wolf dealings. At
all. And they liked it that way. You know what kind of monster I am, you know
some of the horrible things I've done, and wanted to do, and yet… You're here,
and you want me. Why wouldn't I want you? Beyond that… It's deeper than me.
It's… my Wolf. He wants you. He's claimed you. It's why I'm always so angry
with you all the time. Why I always threaten you when you touch me. It's
because I'm always a half second away from taking what He wants."
"You know this is the most I think I've ever heard you speak in one sit-what?"
It had taken a long moment for the meaning of the words to sink in. "Wait….
What?" He asked again. Blinking a few times, he stared at Derek's quiet face.
Sighing, his shoulders sagged, and he lowered his head for a moment, eyes
closed. "That's… really fucking intense man… That's like… mates and shit… I
didn't even… realize… Ya know?"
"….I know."
***** A not so Silent Night. *****
Chapter Summary
     And it all comes down to a pretty massive-pretty awesome- climax.
Stiles gulped down a shaky breath, and closed his eyes, lowering his head to
press it against the older man's clavicle. Inhaling, Stiles wished he had the
others sense of smell. To be able to memorize and dissect what his flesh
smelled like. As it was, he able to vaguely detect some kind of men's shower
soap. Another thing he could feel… Was warmth. So often, it was easy to look at
Derek, and believe every bit of him was as cold and hard as he acted. But here,
pressed into him, he was surprised that steam wasn't rising from his skin. He
was like a furnace, sweltering, and delicious compared to the storm that was
raging on outside. The wolf was hard, yes. Hard with steel muscle, but the skin
on top of it was smooth and had just the thinnest layer of softness over it.
To say that Stiles wasn't feeling shy would be a blatant lie. He almost felt
like he'd rather run out through the storm to get to his safe, empty bed, where
he didn't have to face this. But the louder part of him, was the desire to
stay, and warm himself on the hot ember that was Derek Hale.
Swallowing hard to precede his movement, Stiles began tentatively, unbeknownst
to Derek. His face finally tilted, and lifted up. First, his pointed nose
grazed flesh, and was followed after, nano-seconds behind, by his lips,
moistened from his tongue. He pressed a gentle kiss to the prominent tendon
that strained against flesh on the other mans statuesque throat. Derek inhaled
slowly, chest rising against Stiles. He took that as acceptance, after the
other did nothing to push him away, so Stiles pressed another kiss down, an
inch higher than before. Working his way up. Instinctively, the teens tongue
brushed out along Derek's jawline, feeling the coarse hairs against it, and he
shivered with sudden want. A throb that made him wince.
He wanted to know what other parts of Derek were furry.
Sitting up, looking at the lusty gleam in the wolfs eyes, Stiles cleared his
throat, and nodded, a jerky motion. It was his permission. And Derek didn't
wait for any more than that. His hands flexed, and were instantaneously on the
boy's small ass, gripping hard. Pulling Stiles down, his own his rocked
upwards, and there was that friction again. The strangled groan that Stiles had
tried to muffle bristled down Derek's spine.
The teen's slender hands were braced on the swell of Derek's pectoral muscles,
gripping as he rocked his hips again, for another delicious grind. "G-God
you're huge, aren't you?" Stiles whined out. He could feel the solid rod of
steel through their jeans, and it had him a little scared.
Smirking at the comment, Derek pushed Stiles back onto the blanket, so that he
could crawl over him. "Relax. I'll make sure you're…. fully prepared before we
get that far." Was his soft growl of reassurance. And the words made Stiles gut
clench. Or was that the feeling of Derek's lips grazing over his chest? He
didn't have too much time to ponder that, though, as his mind went blank.
Gasping, he felt the smoothness of a wet heat circling his left nipple. Hot
breath pressing into his skin, before the air chilled the saliva and made his
dusty pink bud draw up tight, and hard. The same thing was repeated to its
twin. Even though his eyes were focused on the ceiling, Stiles could feel the
trail of that tongue. Derek was sampling him, tasting here and there. Tracing
the lines of his ribs that became prominent with every inhale, and delivering
the occasional soft nip. It was a bit of a rush, knowing those very teeth on
his skin could turn him from human, to wolf, in one too-hard bite. But that was
where trust and risk came in, wasn't it? Would he really mind if he became a
wolf this way? That was another thing he'd have to think about later.
"Oh my God…" Stiles blurted out again, shuddering through a groan when he felt
Dereks tongue dip into his navel. It was like there was a nerve connected from
his belly button, straight to his scrotum, and Derek had just yanked on it with
a sweep of his tongue. Panting gently, gripping at the sculptured shoulders his
hands had found to perch on, the teen tipped his hips up to Derek in a wordless
begging.
This was answered, to his sudden dismay.
Derek had slid a hand up over Stiles desperate erection, massaging him through
his jeans, and starting to pluck at the button of his fly. All the while the
other mans lips and teeth focused on leaving a trail of hickeys and love bites
along his hips. The sound of his zipper coming down was like a grounding wire
to his brain, and his hands scrambled clumsily down, to keep Derek from pulling
his jeans down. "H-hey… wait a sec… I… Look… So… we can't all be… you know,
gifted with amazing monster wolf-cocks and stuff… So don't expect much, okay?"
Stiles face was bright red from embarrassment, as he had curled up a little, to
look down at the man positioned between his legs. Derek rolled his eyes.
"I don't care how big your dick is, Stiles. It doesn't really matter, does it?
You won't really be using it much tonight." Stiles went even darker rouge at
that comment.
"Oh, what, you mean I'm not topping?" He joked, swallowing hard as he lay back,
and took a deep, nervous breath, releasing the others hands.
Strong fingers tucked into the waistband of the teen's jeans and his boxers.
Derek wasn't going to give him any more hang-ups to catch on. In one smooth
motion, the older male slid the garments off, completely, tossing them behind
him onto the couch. Stiles was a little more than flustered with surprise as
his legs dropped back down to the ground, forcibly spread by the position of
Dereks body in relation to his. Stammering out incoherent words, his hands
jerked back in an attempt to cover himself. The wolf hovering over him wasn't
going to have any of that, though. Firmly, his hands shackled Stiles wrists,
and pinned them to the ground on either side of his hips.
"Stop moving." Derek growled, and watched Stiles obey him reluctantly. In his
peripheral, he could see his younger partners face turned, blotched with that
familiar red blush. Jaw tensed, swallowing hard, Stiles was obviously
embarrassed to be so openly exposed. But Derek took his time, scanning his
entire body, licking his lips.
"Even your dick has freckles." He ground out between clenched teeth. Oh, he
enjoyed that very much.
Honestly, he didn't understand why Stiles was so frantic about his nudity. The
boy's length was about 6 inches. A little slender, but it was stiff, and red,
and proud of itself, by the way it stood, hard. It was nestled in a thatch of
dark brown curls. Derek had been half expecting that he'd have been shaved, but
he liked this better. Already, his nostrils flared as he took in Stiles sexy
musk. He smelled like a unique mix of clean soap, and spice. A spice that was
uniquely Stiles.
"O-okay, come on, Derek… It's not gonna do any tricks or anything, so you can
stop staring." The pitiful whine made the wolf grin.
"Oh it'll do a trick for me. I'll train it myself." He murmured. Stiles groaned
at those words, his cock visibly throbbing at the promise. That was the final
straw for Derek. He had to taste him. Releasing the slim wrists he'd been
restraining, Derek made sure they stayed put, before moving his calloused hands
to Stiles legs. At first, he gently rubbed his hands along the crinkly hair of
his calves, before moving up more. The older man seemed to enjoy the
anticipation almost as much as the touch. He could smell the boys want, and
need, spiking off of him in waves, like the sweetest drug. Slipping his
fingertips up slender thighs, Derek pushed Stiles open more, and dipped his
head down. First, he nuzzled his nose into the others curls, inhaling deeply
and nestling all around the base of his cock. "Mmmm… God you smell good…"
Derek's voice broke as he breathed the words out.
"Nnng…. Derek… You're killin' me here…." Stiles whined. His hands had come up
to his face, rubbing over his heated visage. It was all he could do. His body
was obeying Dereks orders against his own will. "This is embarrassing!" He
added in complaint. The wolf chose to ignore it as he pressed his lips into the
apex of where Stiles leg connected to his groin. A nip in the same spot earned
him a shudder from Stiles.
Minutes passed, and Derek had yet to do anything more than litter more small
bruises along the inside of the teens thighs with his mouth. The glow from the
fire light up the saliva-wet patches on his flesh with a glisten, as well as
the first bead of precum crowning the tip of Stiles length. A rumble like
thunder rolled from Derek, emanating from deep in his chest, as he leaned up,
and swiped the flat of his tongue from the base of Stiles cock to the head.
Sucking at the slit, and tasting the potent, salty fluid. For a moment, every
single inch of Dereks flesh seemed to shift, and bristle, like he was barely
containing himself from shifting. His Wolf wanted Stiles. Desperately.
"Oh God Oh God…" Stiles panted out, his hands clutching at his short, hair,
breathing hard as he tried to hold back from embarrassing himself even more.
Then Derek took him back into his mouth, and it was over. Unhinged, Stiles
cried out, cumming hard enough for his toes to curl, and his spine to arch off
the floor. Derek was a little surprised by that, but after the first pulsing
flood of release, he closed his eyes, and swallowed, letting Stiles drain out
to the end of his orgasm, before leaning up and licking his lips with a
satisfied huff.
Stiles was limp on the floor, now, panting hard as he tried to get his racing
heart beat to slow down. "Holy fuck… Derek… S-sorry… Woah… That was intense…"
He whimpered out. He couldn't help but feel bad for blowing it so soon. It
wasn't really his fault, right? He'd never been touched like that before….
Derek seemed to already be over it though. "Roll over." He barked out. Groaning
at the effort of his warm, relaxed muscles, Stiles managed to flop over onto
his stomach. And once he was there, and settled, Derek crawled over to his new
position, and straddled his legs. Stiles realized he felt less vulnerable in
this position, but he couldn't deny that what Derek had just done to him was
incredibly hot. Groaning softly, it took Stiles a moment to catch up to what
was happening now, and why it felt so good. Derek's hands were firmly rubbing
the muscles in his lower back, while kissing along his spine.
"Mmmm…. That's nice…" He whispered, folding his arms under his head, inhaling
deeply. Derek was taking a few moments to reel himself in, and get back under
control.
"You taste so good, Stiles." The wolf whispered into his ear. So much for
relaxing. Stiles swallowed hard again, and took in a deep breath.
"Th-thanks?" He replied, uncertain of how anyone could respond to something
like that. It earned him a chuckle. Derek's body was curled over him. Its
warmth had him so comfortable, that he could have fallen asleep there, if it
weren't for the fingertips starting to massage the fleshy globes of his ass.
"Mmnnn… D-Derek… I…" He'd started, but then the man's lips were on his,
swallowing his words and his fears.
"Relax. I'll take care of you." Derek assured, and just like that, he was off
of Stiles, sliding back down. Kneeling over the teens lower legs, Derek worked
his firm fingers up the backs of his thighs, until his palms rested over the
boy's ass. Gripping, squeezing firmly, Derek watched as his flesh shifted, and
spread, exposing the pale, tight hole that was his goal. Staring at him, the
wolf released a deep growl, shifting his hands to spread him wider. Stiles
suddenly realized that this was MUCH more exposing and vulnerable than when it
was just his dick. He could feel Derek's thumbs pressing against either side of
his twitching asshole. Time dragged on, and the man didn't do anything more.
"Take a p-picture or something, man, it'll last longer." He breathed out
exasperatedly. Derek smirked.
"Well with your permission…" He started, removing a hand, digging for his
phone.
"N-NO! DON'T YOU DARE!" Stiles yelped, reaching back to swat at Dereks hand.
Derek laughed, and grabbed his hand, pinning it to the small of his back.
Stiles would have complained about that, if he hadn't just heard the most
amazing sound. Derek… laughing?
He wanted to ask who this guy was, and what he did with Derek, because this was
not a person he'd ever met before. Was this a glimpse under that steely shell?
Stiles was starting to feel like a whiteboard. Again, all of his thoughts were
wiped away completely. Derek had yet to release his wrist, wrenched back and
pinned to his back, but his other one was still fee, and had moved to take over
spreading open Stiles' most private place.
"Ohfuckme…" The teen gasped, when he suddenly felt Dereks stubbled jaw pressed
against the pale, freckled flesh of his asscheeks. It was followed soon after
by the press of a hot, moist appendage, right against his tightly closed
entrance. It wouldn't be like that very long.
The painful throb of his cock pressed between him and blanketed floor reminded
Stiles that it was going to stay like that. Being a connoisseur of
masturbating, Stiles knew exactly what it took to make him come, when it came
to touching his dick. But he'd only once dared venture farther south. He'd been
drunk and curious that night. He'd passed out before he'd even gotten a
fingertip inside of himself. So this was completely new territory for him, and
he didn't know anything about how he would react to being split open by a giant
cock. He had fantasized that it would feel amazing, but in all honesty, he knew
it took a lot to get over the pain of being stretched like that.
"Stop thinking, Stiles." Derek growled, nipping at the soft globe of flesh to
his left. "You're about as relaxed as concrete." Exhaling, Stiles realized he
had been holding his breath. With a shudder, he took a few deep breaths, and
forced himself to relax more. Only once Derek felt the muscles in the teens ass
unclench, did he press his tongue back against his hole gently. It sent shocks
of pleasure like electricity up through Stiles spine, and he let out a groan.
His un-restrained hand clenched at the blanket.
"D-Derek…" He ground out between his teeth, lifting his hips a little. He
wasn't sure why, though. It was either to press his body closer to Derek's
mouth, or to relieve the pressure off of his flushed length.
Derek let Stiles hand go, grabbing his hips firmly in both hands, and pressing
them down to the floor again. His growl animalistic, the alpha shifted up, his
nose buried behind the others ear. He was inhaling deeply, over and over. It
tickled a little, making Stiles laugh, and wriggle, until one of the man's
hands shifted
It left his body completely, and out of his line of sight. But he could hear
the snap of the bottle lid. His mind supplied the imagery of slick lube coating
Derek's fingers. But Stiles was wrong. He felt the drizzle of liquid on the
flesh of his ass. Derek was already making a mess. There was a gratuitous
amount of lubricant all over him, and an empty bottle clattering onto the
floor, rolling away from being tossed aside.
"Oh my God…." Stiles whispered in a mild panic. One broad hand was firmly
cradling his skull, the other massaging through the lubricant all over his
skin. The strong fingers were manipulating his flesh and tissue, slicking up
his digits thoroughly.
"Y-you know, we could… h-hold off and m-maybe play I s-spyyyYYYOHMYFFFFF-
" Sinking his teeth into his own arm, Stiles whimpered. Instead of probing, and
prodding, testing the waters, Derek had sunk one lubricated finger in deep, to
the last knuckled. It was by some saving grace that the man didn't move it or
try for more right away. He held his hand still, and let Stiles adjust.
"Breathe." Derek reminded. Instead of a growl, this time, his voice was almost
a purr. He trailed his lips down the side and back of the teen's neck, waiting
for him to loosen. It took a few long minutes, but finally Stiles shoulders
started to relax, and his breathing was closer to normal. Derek huffed in the
effort of his restraint, before starting to tentatively stroke his digit in and
out. It took a few experimental twists and hisses of displeasure from Stiles
before Derek finally heard and felt what he was looking for.
Choking as white hot pleasure exploded in front of his eyes, Stiles jolted and
gasped once he could get his heart out of his throat.
"What the HELL was that?!" He demanded, letting out a hard breath. Grinning,
Derek did it again. He dug his fingertip firmly against that tight bundle of
nerves, massaging right into the teens previously undiscovered prostate. And
within seconds, he had Stiles red-faced and trembling.
"Say hello to your prostate, Stiles. You and he are going to become very close
friends." If he hadn't already had an orgasm earlier, inside of Derek's mouth,
Stiles would have lost himself again.
It took a handful of minutes, before Derek was able to slip in another finger.
Another handful for a third. But by the time he was 3 fingers deep into Stiles
ass, Derek was breathing hard, and sitting upright over Stiles body. His thumb
was tracing the puffy, red rim of Stiles hole. The Alpha found himself
intoxicated by the heady combination of Stiles keening moans, and the obscene
squelch of his lubricated fingers stretching and plundering the boys insides.
Not to mention the overwhelming aroma of sex that hung in the air. Dereks
garnet red eyes were fever-bright, pupils dilated.
"GODDAMMIT DEREK FUCK ME ALREADY!" Stiles sobbed out. His hands were trembling.
All of him was trembling.
"Fuck…. "Derek cursed in a hard growl. The demand wasn't what did it. It was
the desperation, and the need in Stiles voice, and in his scent. Slipping his
fingers out of the younger male's body, Derek was fumbling with his jeans,
trying to get them open with his slippery fingers. It took too long, for
Stiles.
The skinny teen wriggled around until he managed to flip over onto his back,
under Derek, reaching up to pop open the fly of his jeans. "OhmyGod you're
huge…" Stiles hissed. His hand had ducked into the Alpha's underwear, slipping
over what could have easily passed for a scalding hot steel rod. Hissing, Derek
pumped his hips forward, thrusting into the boy's hand. Stiles had to let go.
His hands anchored onto Dereks jeans, and started tugging on them. The older
man lurched forward, bracing his hands on the floor at either side of Stiles
head, so that he could rest his weight onto them and stretch his legs back.
With some wriggling, and Stiles help, Derek was able to get the rest of his
clothes off, and kicked aside. Finally. And it seemed like it was just in time.
Stiles could see the strain Derek was under trying to hold himself back. His
eyes were red, and his tendons were taut and prominent under his skin. Seeing
that look on Derek Hale… On old Sourwolf… Grumpy Cat Angry Puss Derek Hale… And
knowing that Stiles was the reason from inciting this need… It broke what
inhibition the wiry teen had left in him.
"Fuck…. Derek… Shove that dripping, hot cock in my ass and pound me into the
floor you fucker!" Stiles demanded, spreading his legs. The moment Stiles
opened his mouth, and started pouring out dirty talk, it didn't stop. Like
every other moment of the day, he was talking. Saying things, wild things.
Even when Derek clamped a hand over Stiles mouth, muffled sounds showed that he
hadn't even stopped then. "Shut up Stiles." Derek snarled, bracing his cock
with his free hand. The glistening tip, of which, he was pressing against
Stiles thoroughly stretched, pink hole. His cock was a wider than the 3 fingers
he'd used to loosen up the teen, so when Stiles felt the broad cockhead pop
past the ring of muscle, Stiles cried out against the hand on his mouth,
sinking teeth into flesh.
The boy's hands scrambled to brace against Dereks ribcage, squirming under him
on the floor. He wasn't quite sure if he was pulling him in closer, or trying
to push him away, but whatever it was, he forgot, at the feel of hot skin under
his palms. Dereks hand had moved off of his mouth so his voice was free to
sound. And it did. Stiles was practically wailing as inch after inch of Dereks
length sank into him. He'd never imagined he could feel so full. Another inch,
another whimper. Lurching up, Stiles buried his face against Derek's neck,
biting at his flesh as if it would help him control himself. He wasn't
expecting the chain reaction it earned him though. The bite seemed to affect
Derek, earning him a wild buck from those hips.
Sobbing, Stiles hitched his legs up around Dereks back. There was no stopping
now. Not now that he could feel the aching fullness, the throb of pulse inside
of him. He was pegged, and he didn't think he'd ever be able to go back.
"So…. Ugh…. Fuck…. You're so… tight…" Derek grunted as he began to move in a
steady rhythm. It was many intense, long minutes, before Stiles felt something
familiar. The pain had relaxed. It would be back, later, he knew that much. But
for now, something else was building back up inside of him. It was a heavy,
lurching pleasure. Tightening in his gut, and the base of his spine. Just like
when it had been Derek's fingers, he could feel a persistent thrust over his
new 'close friend'. The sheer size of Dereks cock had made it inevitable. The
blunt head of the length was grinding right over his prostate, with each pass.
And every time, Stiles felt his cock twitch, and leak out another glob of
precum. It was like he was being milked from the inside.
"D-Derek… OhGod…OhGoood!" Breathing hard, the teen couldn't formulate words
beyond those, and the sharp, broken cries of begging need. Pleas for Derek to
bring him to completion.
They went unanswered.
In a mess of sweat, and sliding flesh, Stiles was losing himself into heat, and
the pressure inside his gut. It was almost painful, but in the most delicious
way, that he almost didn't want to end. The charred house around him that
creaked and rattled in the wind meant nothing to him. The dimming glow from the
fire was inconsequential. He couldn't feel the temperature lowering a little as
the fire began to temper down to a smolder rather than a blaze. Because the
fire was between them now. Their bodies, and friction, and passion created a
heat that kept sweat beading on flesh, and ghosting down paths between goose
bumps.
It was fear that rose in Stiles when one backward draw of Dereks hips
completely unsheathed his length from his body. Fear that it was over too soon.
Fear that he would be left empty the rest of the night. Empty and wanting. His
fears were not realized, though, as his body was flipped with an air-wrenching
impact onto his stomach. Hands once more gripped his ass, with less finesse to
spread them apart. And this time, as his Alpha resumed his thrusts, they were
erratic, and sporadic. Timing meant nothing now. It was a hasty rush for
completion. But something felt different in this position. Stiles mouth was
pouring out demands, still. Half of them didn't even reach his own ears, but he
felt Derek's response to them. Maybe an hour had passed. He wasn't sure. But
Stiles was sure that Dereks dick hadn't felt this big in the other position.
And… was it….. Getting bigger?
"H-holy…. Fuck… Derek… Oh shit…. Fuck… fucking… Give it to me… Derek,
goddammit, yes…. Fu… ah…Ah! Hnnn…. Guh…God…. Do it… Fucking… Plug your fat…
Cock in my a-aaaAAAaaasssss… Fuccckk…. P-plug me…. C-come oonn…. Oh fuck… Are
you... A-are you gonna…?" His breathing was hard, coming out in bursts, thanks
in part to the intense, bruising thrusts of Dereks hips. He knew something was
coming. Derek wasn't getting in as deep, and there was something… pressing
against his wet hole. He knew what it was. He'd done the research. Scott had
talked about how bothersome it was… But… it was happening now, here, with
Derek.
"Take it!" Derek commanded in a gruff command. He was battering the swollen
bulge at the base of his dick like a ram, against the weakened and already
over-stretched gateway into Stiles ass. Stiles was locked into position by
Dereks arms, twined around him like bondage ropes. Dereks face was pressed
against the teen's neck, breath coming in quick, hot pants. One of his arms was
looped around Stiles chest, hooked under his arm and angled up to clutch at his
shoulder. Claws extended and digging into skin thoughtlessly. His other hand
gripped the human boy's slender hip, scoring his flesh there as well. Stiles,
subconsciously knew he was in for a hard recovery. But seriously, how long had
it been since Derek had been with anyone? Probably too long. He was pent up,
wound up, in need of this release. He couldn't control it anymore. And Stiles
got off on that, hard.
"OhholyfuckingcheeseandtitsDE REK!" Stiles cried out, seeing stars as the
thrusts became more forceful. More painful. It was conflicting. The pain, and
the pleasure, the raw ache of being fucked into like he was a steak being hit
with a tenderizing mallet over and over… For some reason, Stiles dick was
harder than it had ever been in his short life, and currently being pummeled
into a puddle of his own pre-cum over and over again. Derek was trying to force
in his inhumanly shaped appendage. The bulb at the base of the older man's cock
was probably the size of a tennis ball. And it wanted into a place that Stiles
had never once in his life considered shoving a tennis ball. But now… "Do it!
Fucking… gahh…. Ah…. H-haaaah! F-fill me! Knot m-me Derek! Sh-shooo-ove that…
fat knot… in me… push it in and…. FUCK!... Breed me!" He begged, realizing that
was what it was. All of the wolf's instincts right now were months, maybe years
of pent up heat, and instinct. The need to fuck, and breed, and cum. It was
Stiles acceptance of that, which pushed Derek off of the edge he'd teetered on,
completely.
With a reckless howl, Derek's hips snapped forward, and finally, the speed,
pressure, lubrication, and Stiles body all fell into perfect alignment. With an
imagined POP, and a guttural snarl, Dereks knot was tied snuggly behind Stiles
excruciatingly tender muscle. It wasn't quite over yet. The thrusts were
shallow now, more like insistent grinding, but Stiles was as full as possible
and getting fuller by the moment. A torrent of cum had been unleashed inside of
him, and he was slowly starting to feel the pressure of the incredible amount
of liquid heat flooding him. Dereks knot was pulsing, and grinding
strategically right against the teens prostate. 3, 4… 5 sharp grinding thrusts
later, and Stiles was screaming out his pleasure, drool painting glistening
lines down his chin as his body seized up against his will.
Legs trembling, back stuttering and arching, chest heaving, and hands
scrabbling at the floor, the full bodied orgasm Stiles underwent was more than
a simple emptying of his balls. It was a deep release. Deeper than anything
he'd known his body could experience. It scratched an itch he didn't know he
had. A rare anal orgasm, hands free, and all encompassing. It was minutes that
he convulsed, pinned under Derek and trapped on his cock, against his chest. He
didn't even have the mental capacity to wonder what the wild catch and release
of his inner muscles must be doing to the wolf inside of him, forced to ride it
out like a drunken man tied to a mechanical bull. The milking grip of silken
muscle around his knot only succeeded in forcing out more and more of his
potent seed, until Stiles belly was heavy with it.
A full few minutes later, Derek finally felt Stiles come down from the prostate
orgasm he'd suffered. He could hear the boy's heart, beating as fast as he'd
ever heard a human heart pound. His lungs were heaving, but his body was slowly
cooling down, falling into bliss, and an amazing afterglow. Derek was himself
again. The moment his own release had washed over him, like a cleansing wave,
he'd felt his wolf recede, and calm. His eyes were no longer red, his claws
long since retracted.
One thing still remained, though, and it was the reason that Derek was still on
top of Stiles, rather than flopped out onto the floor next to him. His knot…
"….Hey, there…" He heard the raw croak of a voice from beneath him. Stiles was
finally conscious and coherent again. He'd gotten his heart, and his breathing
under control enough to talk.
"…Hey." Derek replied quietly, watching the blissed out expression on the teens
face.
"….." Stiles licked his lips, and sighed. "….You are… fucking amazing at sex."
That earned a half chuckle from Derek, who relaxed a bit. He didn't realize
he'd been braced for…. Something…. Rejection maybe? To be pushed away?
Regardless, the man sighed, and nuzzled once more at Stiles neck, pressing a
kiss to the spot he'd been in an internal war with himself to keep from biting,
before he leaned up onto his elbows.
Now that he wasn't in a frenzy to mate Stiles, Derek could feel the temperature
in the room. Where they were, on the floor, he was lucky enough to be able to
reach the pile of wood Stiles had brought, and loaded some into the nearby
hearth, stoking up the fire again, before looping an arm around his companion,
to move them onto their sides.
"Next time I want to be the big spoon." Came a sleepy grumble of half-hearted
protest from Stiles. Derek rolled his eyes, grabbing the other two blankets
that lay nearby, pulling them over. The whole time, he'd been careful to keep
his hips flush against Stiles, not wanting to tug, and cause pain. It would be
a long wait before he could pull out.
"In your dreams, Stiles." Derek retorted fairly quickly, as he arranged the
blankets over them. By the time he was satisfied, and settled, Stiles was
already snoring.
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