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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      sterek, Alternate_Universe, Camping, Summer_Camp
  Series:
      Part 3 of Sterek_Shorts_&_AUs
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-06-02 Words: 3426
****** Camp ******
by SocioCannibal
Summary
     AU where Stiles and Derek are camp counselors. Derek isn’t very good
     with the kids, and Stiles wonders how he got stuck working in the
     same cabin.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Isaac ran into the cabin where Stiles was setting up for a little surprise
program for his campers. The boy was on the verge of tears when he practically
tackled Stiles to the floor. Luckily he had already added padding to it. It
took a moment, but he recognized Isaac’s mop of curly blond hair. “Hey, Isaac,”
he patted the kid on the head, “What’s wrong?”
“Its the others!” Isaac whimpered, “They’re being mean to me again!”
“Again?” Stiles asked, “Well, where’s your section leader? Did you tell Derek?”
Isaac was quite and squirmed nervously. He hugged Stiles’ waist and mumbled,
“I’m afraid of him…”
Stiles sighed. He understood that. Derek, the other counselor in the Wolf
Cabin, in charge of the boys age 10-12, was not the friendliest guy in the
world. The first day of camp - early camp, the counselors had two weeks of
setup before the kids arrived - Stiles had thought that Derek was going to be
the best cabin partner ever. But he was soon corrected. Derek, despite being
gorgeous, was insanely grumpy. He barely spoke and when he did it was just
telling Stiles to shut up. Stiles had almost reported him to the camp’s
director - that was before he learned that Derek was the director’s son.
“Its okay, Isaac.” Stiles hugged the young boy. “Let’s go out and solve this
problem.” He took Isaac’s hand and they went outside to the playing field. A
lot of the boys were running around with various sports equipment. Stiles saw
Derek watching his group. Derek’s eyes shifted to them as they stepped out onto
the field. Stiles wasn’t sure, but he thought Derek was glaring.
“It was Jackson,” Isaac stated, “He’s always mean to me.”
“Hm. I’ll talk to him later,” Stiles assured. “Why don’t you go play with
someone else for today? What about Scott? You guys seem like pretty good
friends.”
“Yeah,” Isaac agreed, “Okay.”
He didn’t let go of Stiles hand. Well, okay. He obviously didn’t want to play.
“Alright, why don’t you help me make my rounds?” Stiles asked.
Isaac nodded and followed Stiles as he went to check on his group. He was in
charge of the 7-9 year old boys in the Wolf Cabin. Today they were having an
art session with a girl group. Stiles wasn’t required to watch them, but he did
like to check on them periodically. Artwork was the activity the two girl
counselors Fox Cabin had responsibility over - they’d stolen that before he had
a chance to grab it. Stiles had gotten stuck with hiking, and stuck with Derek.
He took Isaac up to the big community building where his boys were having their
session. He stopped in and greeted the counselor there, Lydia. Lydia was a
pretty but fearsome red head. “How have they been?” Stiles asked.
“Very good,” she answered, “Surprising for their age group. But they’re sharing
well, and I’ve only had one little upset.”
“Upset?” Stiles echoed.
“I believe his name is Liam,” Lydia explained, “He was mad because he ripped
his origami paper, but we calmed him down, dried his angry little tears, and
helped him try again. Now he’s the expert.”
“That sounds like Liam,” Stiles nodded, “I’m glad they’re doing good. I am not
looking forward to canoeing tomorrow…”
“Me either,” Lydia added, “I am not rowing. But its a good thing I’ve got some
little warriors in my group. And Allison.”
“Allison’s the best,” Stiles agreed. “Well, I’ll be back for them in a couple
hours!” He bid Lydia a quick goodbye and took Isaac back outside.
He strolled around the backside of the building and peeked into the kitchen. He
explained to Isaac that he liked to see what was for dinner, to decide if his
campers would need snacks later that night. They walked back to the playing
field and Stiles dropped Isaac with a small group of friendly kids. Stiles
returned to the Wolf Cabin and continued setting up for the program. He had
just started setting up Derek’s side of the cabin when the door swung open.
Derek stood there, looking ominous in the lowlight of the cabin. “Um, hi,”
Stiles greeted startled. Derek’s eyes darted around the room and he realized
what Stiles was doing.
“I told you I would do my side,” he grumbled.
“Yeah, but you didn’t,” Stiles retorted, “Its fine. I want this program to be
awesome and special. So I can handle it.”
Derek stepped into the cabin and cornered Stiles between two bunk beds. “What
is it with you?” he demanded, “What makes you care so much, huh? Why does this
camp mean so much to you?”
“I…” Stiles hesitated, “I just want it to be special for them. I want them to
remember this, you know. Some of these kids are lonely and they’re making
friends here. Some of them are learning, and having fun doing it. They’re
enjoying the environment. Its fun for them, and I want to be part of that.”
Derek was quite. “You really care about them that much?”
“Yes,” Stiles replied, “More than you will ever know. What about you? You don’t
seem like you like being here and you scare the kids. Why are you here?”
“My parents forced me to,” Derek answered, “But this place. These kids, the
woods, and even you… its all growing on me. That’s why I wanted to decorate my
side.”
Stiles smiled and he handed Derek the supplies he was clutching. “Have at it
then!” he beamed.
Derek took the it, and leaned in, pushing Stiles back. “You are really growing
on me, Stiles,” He murmured, low into Stiles’ ear. Stiles blushed. Derek was
intensely close and Stiles wasn’t sure what he was feeling. Tall, dark and
handsome was definitely teasing him. He stuttered and flailed. Derek smirked
and backed away from him.
He went about setting up the room for later, leaving Stiles standing in between
two beds, confused and frustrated. Stiles stumbled out the cabin rather quickly
and made his way to the playing field. He watched the kids there, and bandage
up two scraped joints, all while trying to forget about the strange encounter
he’d had.
An hour later, he went to fetch his campers from the community center. They
greeted him with excited, happy little smiles and showed him their artwork.
Stiles escorted them down to the mess hall. He helped them set up their trays
and then took them through the service line. They sat and an empty table and
started eating. There were other groups in the cafeteria already, mostly
younger campers. The older campers arrived shortly. Derek sat next to Stiles as
his campers went to get food. Stiles shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Hey…”
he greeted.
“Hey,” Derek replied, small smile on his lips.
Stiles tried to keep calm, and shoved some more food into his mouth. Derek
leaned in, and whispered into Stiles’ ear. “Tonight, at the campfire, meet me
behind the bleachers.” His lips brushed against Stiles’ neck as he spoke.
Stiles blushed bright red and nodded. Derek grinned and got up from the table.
He sat with his group and ate, totally unaffected by what had just transpired.
Stiles was less lucky. The boys had definitely noticed that less-than subtle
interaction, and were pestering Stiles with their curious questions.
“What are you doing behind the bleachers?”
“Can we come?”
“Did Derek just kiss you?”
“Why is your face all red?”
“Do you like Derek? He likes you.”
Stiles couldn’t answer them. His ears turned pink with embarrassment and he
laid his head on the table in defeat.
~
Once all his boys were gathered at the campfire, and thoroughly engaged in the
night activities, Stiles snuck into the woods immediately behind the seats. It
was suddenly very dark, and very cold. “Derek!” Stiles quietly called, “Where
are you?”
There was no answer. Stiles crossed his arms and rubbed them, trying to retain
his heat. “Derek, if this is some kind of prank…”
“Why would you think that?”
Stiles yelped, and whipped around. Derek stared at him, one eyebrow raised
quizzically. Stiles shoved him a bit. “God, don’t sneak up on people like
that!” he grumbled.
Derek didn’t apologize. He took Stiles hand and pulled him into a strong
embrace. Stiles nearly tripped over his own feet, but Derek caught him and held
him still. He was incredibly warm and Stiles just melted into his arms. Derek
settled his face in the crook of Stiles neck and breathed in. “I’m going to
kiss you,” he stated.
“O-okay,” Stiles agreed. “You can.”
Derek cupped Stiles chin and lifted it. He kissed Stiles, and simultaneously
backed him up against a tree. Stiles reached around Derek and locked his arms
around Derek’s shoulders. He kissed back, playfully pulling away. Derek chased
his lips, capturing them and sucking on Stiles’ lower lip. “Mine,” he growled.
Stiles nodded and kissed Derek again. “Say it,” Derek ordered, “Say you’re
mine.”
“I’m yours,” Stiles murmured. Derek rumbled happily. He turned Stiles around so
that he faced a tree. Derek pressed up against his backside, his cock digging
into Stiles’ ass through two layers of khaki shorts. Stiles bit his lip to keep
from moaning. He began to grind on Derek slowly. Derek leaned in closer and
kissed Stiles’ neck. He nipped at it, and mouthed at the shell of Stiles’ ear.
“Tonight, when all the kids are asleep, I’m gonna make you cum,” Derek
whispered hotly into his ear. “Gonna put you on my mattress and drive you wild
all night… You’ll be begging and moaning. Not too loud though, don’t want to
wake the kids.”
Stiles whimpered. “Y-you can’t be serious,” he whined, “We’ll get caught for
sure!”
“Maybe,” Derek sucked a hickey to back on Stiles’ neck. “That’s what makes it
fun.”
Stiles’ knees shook. He was hot. Derek continued to grind on his ass. His hand
reached around and brushed Stiles’ crotch ever so gently. He was so close
already. “Please,” he pleaded, “Please, Derek…”
“Mm,” Derek hummed, “Alright.” Derek dug into Stiles’ shorts and danced his
fingers along Stiles’ hard cock. Stiles moaned, and his hips jerked. Derek
freed him from his boxer briefs and held his cock steady. Stiles bucked his
hips as much as he could with Derek still plastered to his back. He groaned as
softly as he could. The bonfire wasn’t too far away.
“God! Derek!” Stiles mewled. He shuddered, muscles clenching as heat raced
through him. He came all over Derek’s hand as is slowly pumped him through it.
Derek let him go, almost reluctantly, but he didn’t move too far. Stiles
steadied himself against the tree, trying to catch his breath.
Finally Stiles turned to face him. He moaned softly and gave Derek a soft
smile. They moved close once more, and Stiles kissed Derek. It was shy, as if
he was testing the waters. Derek embraced him, and Stiles kissed him again,
emboldened this time. Derek suddenly pulled away, and looked to the fire.
“Clean up,” he told Stiles and gave his nose a kiss. “I’ll get the group
together, and you can meet us all on the path.”
“Wait, Derek,” Stiles had so many things he wanted to ask, and to say, but…
“This is real, isn’t it? We’re really gonna do more tonight?”
“Yes,” Derek answered simply. “This, and every night I have you here at camp.
If that’s alright with you.”
Stiles nodded eagerly. “Yeah! Yes,” he replied. Derek gave him a nod as well,
and returned to the bonfire. Stiles made his way to the main path to meet the
group, only stumbling twice along the way.
~
After the kids had played their games, and finally settled into their beds,
strewn about the floor on Derek’s side of the cabin, Stiles made his way to the
bathroom in the dark. He was supposed to be having ‘sexy fun times’ with Derek,
but the other counselor had disappeared as the kids were falling asleep. Stiles
decided he would at least brush his teeth and return to the cabin to wait for
Derek. So that’s what he did. He stumbled in the dark to the bathroom,
superstitiously avoided the mirrors as much as he could - he watched too many
horror movies - and got ready for bed.
He opened the door to return to his cabin and nearly fainted. Derek was
standing there, just expressionless. Stiles stumbled back with a gasp, and
flailing arms. “Jeeze! Derek!” he shouted, clutching his chest. His heart was
pounding, scared.
“What are you doing out here?” Derek asked, ignoring Stiles’ antics.
“Uh, getting ready for bed,” Stiles answered, “You’re lucky I already went to
the bathroom. You scared me!”
Derek shrugged. “Come back inside,” he suggested, “Its going to rain.” Stiles
followed Derek back to the cabin. He went to his bunk and packed away his
things. Derek stood behind him the whole time, just looming. Stiles clapped his
hands together and turned to face him.
“Well…” he mumbled.
Derek hugged him, pressing their bodies close together. Then he kissed Stiles.
Stiles returned it, and playfully nipped Derek’s lower lip. Derek carefully
escorted them over to the beds, piled on the floor - originally meant for the
campers, who were tucked away in Derek’s area. Stiles laid back and spread out
as sensually as he could manage. Derek unbuttoned his uniform shirt and removed
it. He wore a white tank top underneath it, it hugged tightly in all the right
places. Stiles licked his lips. Derek tugged his belt free and pulled off his
shorts. Plain black boxers - why would Stiles expect any different.
He blushed suddenly remembering that Derek was about to see his Spiderman
briefs. After their encounter in the woods, he had changed them not thinking
twice about the the new pair… until now. “Oh god…”
Derek pushed Stiles’ night shirt up, but paused halfway. “You okay?” he asked.
Stiles nodded. “Yes,” he replied, “Sorry. Just ignore my underwear choice.”
“They won’t matter soon anyway,” Derek shrugged and helped Stiles out of his
shirt. Derek gazed at Stiles, just took him in. He was slim, but there were
muscles beginning to form on his chest and shoulders. Like his cheeks and neck,
his torso was dotted with moles. His nipples were pink against the relatively
pale skin. His shoulders were slightly pink with healing sunburn. Derek leaned
over Stiles and gently ran his fingers through his hair. Stiles sighed and
received Derek’s kiss.
“You’re cute,” Derek whispered.
“T-thanks,” Stiles blushed all the way up to his ears. Derek kissed him again,
he kissed down Stiles’ throat and left a hickey right in the sweet spot between
his neck and shoulder. Stiles moaned softly, trying not to wake the sleeping
boys in the next room. Derek rubbed one of the buds on Stiles’ chest, getting
it to stand for him. Stiles whined. “Derek!”
“Hm?” Derek kissed his nipple and played with the other one. “Does that feel
good?”
“Yes!” Stiles replied, “It does… more please.”
Derek nodded and kissed down Stiles’ chest and stomach. He nipped Stiles’ hip
bone and tugged his pajama bottoms off. “Spiderman? Really?” He laughed softly.
“I said just ignore them!” Stiles pleaded.
“Can’t,” Derek replied, “They’re cute. Like you.”
Stiles blushes and covered his face. This was the worst - super, unsexy briefs
- Derek was just laughing at him. But he wasn’t; Derek was nipping softly at
Stiles inner thigh.
Stiles yelped in surprise, and quickly directed his gaze at Derek. “Sh,” Derek
warned, “The kids are next door.”
He thankfully removed Stiles’ underpants and tossed them to the side. Derek
then undressed himself. Stiles sat up, eager to see him. He helped Derek shrug
out of his shirt. Then Stiles unbuckled Derek’s shorts and tugged them off.
Derek kissed him as he worked. Stiles palmed Derek’s cock through the fabric of
his briefs. “Wow…” he breathed. It was bigger than he had imagined, well
thicker really. Stiles wanted to see it.
“C-can I…?” his words failed him.
Derek nodded slowly and gave Stiles a kiss to encourage him. Stiles gently
tugged Derek’s boxers off of him and took his cock in hand. It was hot in his
palm, the head just peeking out of Derek’s foreskin. Stiles blushed furiously.
He had never seen an uncut cock. He stroked Derek, dragging the skin up and
down the other’s dick.
Derek groaned softly. He reached between them, gripped Stiles’ hip and yanked
him closer. Derek began pumping Stiles’ dick again. Stiles bit his lip. “Wait -
Derek,” he protested.
“What is it?” Derek asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing…” Stiles replied, “I want to get you off, since you already let me
cum. I want to get you to cum first.”
Derek smiled and kissed Stiles. “Okay,” he agreed. Stiles shifted, moved onto
his knees. He took Derek’s in his hand and pumped it. He licked his lips and
then swiped his tongue over the tip of Derek’s cock just tasting it. Derek
cursed under his breath. Stiles didn’t mind the taste, though he was shocked at
how hot Derek’s dick pulsed. He licked again, long and slow, up and down
Derek’s shaft.
“Jeez, Stiles,” Derek groaned, “You don’t have to do that…”
Stiles didn’t want to stop though. He didn’t think he could anyway. It wasn’t
like anything he’d ever expected. Stiles moaned around Derek’s cock. He took in
as much as he could and sucked. Derek groaned and bucked his hips shallowly.
Stiles gripped Derek’s hips to balance. He began to bob his head, lips working
up and down the shaft. Derek ran his fingers through Stiles’ hair, gently
tangling them up and massaging his skull. Stiles breathed in deep through his
nose and gazed up at Derek. Derek’s head was tilted up, his parted slightly.
His chest moved in rhythm as Stiles sucked on his dick.
“Fuck…” Derek panted. He tipped his down and stared at Stiles, who was busy
sliding his along his cock. Derek pulled him off. Stiles whined and glanced up
at him, confused. “Keep your mouth open,” Derek commanded. Stiles opened up,
stuck his tongue out, and watched as Derek pumped his hard cock directly over
Stiles face. He could feel the heat pouring off of Derek’s dick, his balls
gently tapping against Stiles’ chin. Derek groaned, his hips tightened, and he
came, splashing it all over Stiles’ face. Stiles jumped just a bit, when the
ropes of cum hit his face and tongue.
Derek pumped himself through his orgasm, and slowly sank back down to the
makeshift beds. Stiles fell down next to him, rubbing some of the cum off of
his face and tasting it. “Mm!” he exclaimed. It was bitter, but in a good sorta
way.
Derek turned to him and smiled. He rolled over and grabbed a pool towel. Derek
cleaned up Stiles’ face and threw the towel away. “That was fun,” Stiles
whispered.
“It was,” Derek agreed, he pulled Stiles onto his chest. “Now… its your turn.”
~
The next morning, Stiles woke up, too hot, in a pile of small campers. He and
Derek had cleaned up, even though Stiles had been very tired after Derek had
made him cum twice in a row. Derek had even helped him into pajamas and tucked
him in. Last thing Stiles had remembered they had fallen asleep next to each
other. He shifted carefully, to not disturb his campers, and glanced around.
Derek was still there. Though he was a little farther away than he had been the
night before. A camper had wedged himself between them, but… this was still
nice.
“Stop staring at me,” Derek said suddenly, startling Stiles.
Stiles was speechless. Derek opened his eyes and greeted Stiles with a playful
grin. “You’re going to wake the kids!” Stiles hushed him.
Derek rolled his eyes and reached for Stiles. Stiles moved closer, and avoided
crushing the young boy between them. Derek pulled him in for a kiss. Stiles
relished it, long and slow. The world around them just melted away.
Until a young voice cried out, “Ew, they’re kissing!”
Stiles jerked away, face flushed bright pink and looked around. A lot of the
campers were up now, all inquiring about what a few of them had just witnessed.
Derek stood and stretched. Hew began settling the campers. Later, Stiles had
the pleasure of explaining to their little brains all about dating and kissing.
Derek stood in the corner of the cabin and smirked at him the whole time.
End Notes
     Something I had to try
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