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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Hand_Jobs, sterek, Needy_Derek
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-07-26 Words: 1191
****** Blackbelt in Fuckery ******
by LadyLazarus
Summary
     Another ficlet from tumblr. Cait prompted:
     "like I dont want a relationship or anything I really just want a bro
     I can be like ‘I want to jerk something off’ and then I can just give
     them a really chill hand job and then we get nachos or something."
     I had to oblige
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
“You wanna jack off?”
Stiles didn’t even look up. He was still browsing through the bestiary on his
laptop. Derek could’ve sworn Stiles had asked if he wanted to jack off, but he
wasn’t moving, so-?
“Nah, for real. Do you?” Stiles swiveled around in his chair, leaning back,
stretching his legs out in front of him, spreading them apart as if tempting
Derek to get in between. He quirked a smile at the werewolf and rested his head
on his fist with his elbow on the desk. His other arm was casually slung across
his lower stomach.
For fucks sake, it was too casual.
“Like, together?” Derek asked, still unsure where this conversation was going.
Was it a joke? Was this being filmed? Did Scott and him get drunk and dare each
other dumb shit again?
Stiles rolled his eyes, “No, I leave the room, you jack off, and then we switch
places. Yeah together, fuckwad.” Derek swallowed a bit. He glanced around the
room. He was sitting on Stiles’ bed poring through the older books that Allison
had scrounged up for them for their most recent supernatural epidemic.
“Actually,” Stiles began, rising from his chair, “How about I jack you off?”
Stiles proposed as he crossed the small space to his bed. He put a hand on
Derek’s shoulder and gently pushed him down onto the comforter, sweeping the
books away gently with his other hand.
“Just as bros, you know?” Stiles’ eyes locked with Derek’s. He tugged Derek’s
soft Henley up a few inches and rubbed his thumb across the bare skin of his
hips, feeling the indented V of his waist traveling down into his pants.
Derek’s eyes were wide, a little glassy. “Not a relationship or anything.”
Stiles’ other fingers followed his thumb which was stroking upwards to his abs,
tracing Derek’s treasure trail. “How about I just take care of you for a bit,
and then after we can grab some curly fries?”
“I cou- we could. We could do that.” Derek grabbed the hem of his Henley,
starting to pull it over his head.
“No.” Stiles grabbed Derek’s wrists, stopping him. “Lemme.” Derek relaxed,
mouth opening slightly. Stiles climbed over Derek, straddling his waist, still
holding his wrists and slowly dragged them across the comforter to Derek’s
head, as if he had just been lying there, waiting for Stiles to climb atop him.
“Oh.” Derek breathed out. Stiles wasn’t sure at this point if he even knew he
had made a sound. He was breathing shallowly, hardly able to comprehend this
moment.
To be honest, Stiles couldn’t either, but after years of studying every moment
of every porno he had ever seen, each moment of seduction and teasing, he was
prepared.
Theoretically, he had a black belt in fuckery.
“How much do you care about this shirt?” Stiles questioned with a glint in his
eye. Derek looked a little uncomfortable. Stiles had both hands resting on
Derek’s shoulders, slowly smoothing his shirt out beneath them to his chest.
“It’s a year old I think I go-” Derek choked on his words as Stiles fisted the
front of Derek’s Henley and ripped it from the collar straight down to the
navel. He scooted back a bit and ripped it down the rest of the way.
“Fffffhhhh…” whispered Derek, jerking his hips up into Stiles in surprise, who
was positively beaming at Derek’s clenched face. Stiles could feel Derek’s
extremely hard cock beneath him, and if he shifted his seat a little to Derek’s
immense pleasure, who was to know?
Stiles reached back up to Derek’s pecs and dragged his blunt nails down softly,
taking care to switch to the pads of his fingers as he crossed over the
hardened nubs of Derek’s nipples. Midway down, Stiles’ hands stroked down to
Derek’s side and rested on his ribs as he leaned down, ghosting warm breath
into Derek’s ear. He shivered.
“Wasn’t expecting that?” Stiles barely whispered. Derek shivered and Stiles
smiled, taking Derek’s earlobe between his teeth and gently pulling as Derek
snapped his hips again.
Stiles sat back up and continued his hands’ journey down Derek’s chest to his
belly and then to the waistband of his pants and boxers. He followed the edge
of the material to the button and unhooked his pants, pulling down the zipper.
Stiles scooted further back and tapped the sides of Derek’s thighs. “Lift up.”
Derek was only too happy to oblige as Stiles shimmied Derek’s pants and boxers
down. Finally there was some release for Derek as the restrictive material was
taken away from his cock. He hissed, feeling the cool air rush over him.
Stiles wasted no time, gripping a fistful of Derek’s thickness and tugging up
gently but firmly. Derek rolled his shoulders back, hot and trying to get away
from the warm mattress under him. With one hand still stroking Derek, Stiles
pushed Derek back down onto the mattress, grabbing a handful of his left pec
and massaging the muscle underneath. Derek twisted his head to the side,
squeezing his eyes shut against the ecstasy of Stiles’ long, cold fingers
around him.
Stiles stopped, reached over to the side of his bed and pulled out some lube
form the nightstand. He squirted some out into his palm and started to stroke
Derek again, making a tighter fist and twisting at the top of his stroke around
the head of Derek’s cock.
Stiles varied the pace and the strength of his grip, experimenting with all the
sounds Derek’s vocal chords could produce. Derek started to get antsy, writhing
more and more. His legs quivered and he kept trying to close his legs,
desperately attempting to delay his release.
“You close?” Stiles asked, surprised at the breathiness of his own voice. Derek
couldn’t answer, could only jerk his head in a single nod as he frowned in his
pleasurable agony.
Stiles reached down with his free hand, still stroking Derek and cupped his
balls, massaging them between his fingers. Derek twisted, moaning, almost
rolling over and Stiles had to push him back over before continuing. When he
felt his body start to tighten up, with two fingers, Stiles stroked the skin
from Derek’s ass to under his balls. Derek groaned, body coiling before he was
coming all over himself and Stiles’ hand. Stiles picked up the pace, roughly
jerking Derek with abandon and rolling his balls between his fingers as Derek
pumped out his load, snapping his hips up every couple of seconds, unable to
control his own body.
After he was finished. Derek released a shaky breath, opening his eyes for the
first time since Stiles had ripped his shirt.
“That was fun.” Stiles understated, bring a wet thumb up to his mouth and
licking once, smirking before he grabbed the towel thrown over his bedpost and
drying his hands and Derek’s body.
“Yeah,” Derek sighed, exhausted. Stiles leaned over Derek again, watching as
Derek tensed up in anticipation. He nipped at the soft portion of Derek’s neck
where it met his shoulder and turned his lips up his ear.
“Let’s go get those fries, dude.”
End Notes
     So you know.... this happened... You can find me on Tumblr as
     Foolproofpoem.
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