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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Scott_McCall
  Character:
      Scott_McCall, Derek_Hale
  Additional Tags:
      Sequel, Riding, Bottoming_from_the_Top, bottom!Derek, Masturbation, Anal
      Fingering, Scent_Kink, Past_Kate_Argent/Derek_Hale, discussion_of_past
      relationships, Sterek_Free_Ficathon, Cuddles
  Series:
      Part 2 of Scerek_Feels
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-06-28 Words: 2649
****** Come On ******
by shiny_glor_chan
Summary
     Scott ignores what happened last week until he finds Derek's come-
     stained henley shoved in the back of his closet.
     (Sequel to A_Play_For_Dominance)
Notes
     This is a sequel to A_Play_For_Dominance, and it got ridiculous. It
     was just supposed to be porn, then Derek got his feels all over.
     Oops? Just heed warning about Kate. Derek talks about that with
     Scott. (I'll name the series better later, if I write more.)
     Prompt: Derek/Scott + Derek riding Scott. hard.
See the end of the work for more notes
Somehow, Scott manages to scrape by in his classes, just enough that he doesn't
need to go to summer school. He has the whole summer to do what he wants, and
he already doesn't know what to do with himself. He's already been to Stiles'
place for a few nights of video game marathons and missions of eating all the
junk food Sheriff Stilinski had been trying to sneakily stockpile while Stiles
had school.
Scott sighs as he rolls out of bed to face another summer day. It's been weeks
since he last spoke to anyone involved with werewolves, outside Stiles, and the
space from everyone isn't as freeing as he thought it'd be. He's keeping his
word to giving Allison space; it's easier now that she's left for France for
the summer, since he can't just text her. It still hurts, but it's fading with
each passing day.
He still loves her, and he's sure he always will, but he's starting to think
maybe he should at least try to move on, like she had asked him to. His stomach
twists in knots at the thought, but Scott knows he's already started to.
Not that sex with Derek is really moving on, Scott thinks, and it's so weird
that his inner voice occasionally takes on Stiles' voice when he really needs
get his ass in gear.
Stretching, Scott heads to his closet to dig out some clean clothes. When he
opens the door, his nose twitches at the lingering scent of come and the
preserve. Scott crouches down and digs out the balled up hoodie he had thrown
in the back of the closet a week ago. Has he really not ventured into his
closet for a whole week?
He cringes a bit and unwraps his shredded hoodie, and the smell intensifies.
Scott breathes in without a thought as he sits on the ground, crossing his legs
while he stares at the remnants of Derek's come stained henley. He swallows and
takes another sniff and immediately regrets it when he's definitely sporting a
hard-on that's just a bit more than waking up with morning wood.
In haste, he wraps the bundle back up and shoves it back in his closet,
slamming the door quickly after. He breathes in deeply, and while the scent is
fainter, he still can't get it out of his nose. Scott closes his eyes, and all
he can see is Derek rutting against him. He blinks his eyes open and hurriedly
grabs his towel. He needs a cold shower, stat.
===============================================================================
Scott doesn't know why he's standing in front of the Hale house right now. It's
a stupid impulse, and he knows it, but that didn't stop him. He frowns as he
focuses on his hearing, and when he finds himself completely alone, he sighs.
“Where the hell else would be?” he asks himself. “I already checked the train
depot...”
It makes no sense; these are Derek's usual haunts, and he's nowhere to be
found. Scott takes a deep breath through his nose. Derek's been around
recently, so maybe he can follow the scent trail. “Oh god, I'm proving all of
Stiles' dog jokes,” he mutters to himself as he runs.
The trail leads downtown, and he tries to be inconspicuous with his sniffs, but
with the looks he's getting from passersby, he's pretty sure he's failing at
subtle, hard. Ignoring the looks, he finds the trail lead to an old building.
It looks like there's a loft or something upstairs, and Scott blinks in
confusion.
“Derek has a loft?” he questions as he enters as quietly as possible.
Scott glances at the lift and heads for stairs, not sure the lift is all that
stable. When he reaches the top of the stairs, he only sees one door. He
reaches for the knob, and it turns easily in his hand. He pushes the door open
quietly and stares at the scene in front of him.
The loft is sparsely furnished, but there's a huge bed to the side that's
taking up all of Scott's attention. Derek's bare ass is the first thing Scott
sees, and he notices with a slack jaw that Derek has two fingers inside himself
as he ruts against his bed, face pressed into something on his pillow.
“Derek?” Scott murmurs.
Derek tenses, and Scott can see that it wasn't because he'd been caught jerking
off. No, Derek just came when Scott said his name. He's not sure what to do
with this information as Derek pulls his fingers out roughly and wipes his hand
on the material he had his face pressed into only moment earlier before quickly
shoving it under his pillow.
“Scott, how the hell-” Derek growls.
“I followed your scent from your old house,” Scott interrupts, unable to pull
his eyes away from Derek's nudity. “Uhh, why don't you have a lock on your
door?”
Derek scowls as he grabs a corner of the bedspread to cover his crotch.
“Because I usually hear intruders coming.”
“Even while you're coming?” Scott questions then cringes. “Sorry, not
appropriate. Wait, was that my shirt?”
“No,” Derek says automatically, but he's pretty stiff, and even Scott heard the
blip in his heartbeat.
Scott grins. “Were you getting off on us?” he asks. “You came when I said your
name! You were!”
“Scott...” Derek begins.
“No, you said this wouldn't be awkward,” Scott states as he walks towards the
bed and pulls out his shirt that really smells like them. “It's kinda awkward.”
“Then forget it happened,” he suggests.
Scott stands in front of Derek. “I can't,” he says emphatically, tossing the
shirt at Derek. “I found your shirt crumpled up in my closet today. I hadn't
even thought about it, then there your scent was, and I came looking for you-”
Derek pulls Scott down, pressing his lips against Scott's, effectively cutting
off Scott's nervous rant. Scott groans into the kiss and presses against Derek,
his knees on either side of Derek's thighs. The kiss heats up in a matter of
moments, and soon, Scott feels Derek flip them over, so he's splayed out on the
bed, breathless.
“What is this?” Scott asks as Derek climbs on top of him. “There's a one-off
and getting it out of our system, but that's not what this is anymore.”
“I can't just get you out of my system,” Derek tells him unhappily.
Scott smiles. “Yeah, I think that this goes both ways,” he murmurs, pressing
his thigh up against Derek's crotch. “I had to take a really cold shower after
finding your shirt this morning.”
Derek groans, shifting against Scott's thigh. “Scott,” he says quietly. “I'm
serious about this.”
“So am I,” Scott replies, sliding a hand onto the back of Derek's neck. “Just
didn't know how to say it before. We kinda just went at it. Not much thought
put behind it.”
Bending down, Derek nips Scott ear. “You want something I've put thought
behind?” he questions as his hands slide down to open Scott's jeans. “I want to
ride you.”
Scott chokes on the thought as Derek yanks down his jeans and boxers. “Really?”
he stutters out as he helps kick off clothes, but they pool at his ankles over
his sneakers.
Derek hums in agreements as pushes up Scott's shirt. “Take off your shirt, or
I'm shredding this one too,” he warns as he leans down to pull off Scott's
shoes, socks, and the rest of his clothing.
“I swear to god, Derek,” Scott mutters pulls his shirt over his head and tosses
it aside. “There will be no more shredding my clothing.”
“Sure,” Derek agrees in a way that tells Scott he's just humoring as he reaches
under one of his pillows and tosses Scott a small bottle.
Scott catches it with ease. “Uhhh,” he says as he looks over the bottle of
lube.
Derek rolls his eyes, snatching the bottle back and popping it open with ease.
“Like this,” he tells him as pours some into his hand before grasping Scott's
dick, coating it thickly in lube.
“Derek,” he moans, bucking up into Derek's hand.
After bringing Scott to full hardness with a few more strokes, Derek lets go.
Scott groans at the loss as he watches Derek press his lube sticky fingers
inside himself. His throat goes dry at the sight, staring as Derek pumps his
fingers in and out roughly. When Derek pulls his fingers out, Scott feels like
his dick is going to explode.
“Derek, please,” Scott begs, biting his lip once the words slip out.
With teeth bared in a grin, Derek grabs the base of Scott's dick and slowly
presses down, groaning when the head of Scott's cock slips inside of him. Scott
holds his breath as Derek rolls his hips, taking Scott to the hilt and punching
the air out of him.
Scott pulls his eyes away from the sight of his cock disappearing into Derek's
ass to look up at his face. “Kiss me,” he says breathlessly.
“No,” Derek replies, moving faster and harder with every roll of his hips. “Not
until you move. I'm not doing all the work, Scott.”
With huff, Scott bucks his hips up when Derek brings his down. “That good
enough for you?” he asks, panting as he grabs Derek's ass and digs his fingers
into his cheeks.
Derek swallows a moan by leaning down and kissing Scott roughly. Scott melts
into the kiss, moving his hands up to drag Derek closer. He feels Derek's hard
on against his belly as they fuck, and Scott slides a hand between them grab
Derek's cock, jerking it almost in time with their movements.
“Scott,” Derek murmurs brokenly against Scott's lips. “Come on.”
“I'm not coming first this time,” Scott whispers as he tries to angle his
thrusts just so. “So you come on, Derek.”
Derek moans loudly, burying his face into Scott's shoulder as he comes messily
in Scott's hand and across their stomachs. He bites at Scott's neck as the
orgasm wrings through him, and Scott follows soon after, thrusting up
frantically and spilling inside of Derek.
A few moments pass with only the sound of their breathing filling the loft.
Scott glances down at Derek who raises his head slowly from Scott's shoulder.
His face is flushed, and Scott can't help but think it's a really good look on
him. Derek shifts slowly off of Scott and flops on the bed next to Scott.
“So,” Scott begins, breaking the silence, “how long have you been thinking
about that?”
“Too long,” Derek replies, running a hand over his face.
Scott turns to his side to face Derek. “Any other fantasies in there you wanna
work on?” he asks cheekily. “I'm probably game.”
Derek moves his arm, just enough to give Scott an slightly incredulous look.
“You shouldn't say things like that, Scott.”
“Why not?” he asks, reaching for Derek's face. “I mean, we've established this
isn't one off now, right?”
Before Scott can touch him, Derek grabs his wrist firmly. “That doesn't mean
it's anything else, Scott,” he states.
Scott narrows his eyes, yanking his arm away before his sits up. “Why does it
need a label? You're into me, and I want you. Where is the problem here?”
“You're in high school, Scott. You don't see a problem with this?” Derek
questions, sitting up himself before sliding off the bed.
Scott rolls his eyes. “If this is you telling me I'm too young, I'm going punch
you in the dick,” he states. “I've been a werewolf for half a year now. I'm
thinking any innocence I might have had was gone the moment Peter bit me.”
Derek scowls. “There's different kinds of-”
Scott snorts. “If you mean the sex kind, we both know Allison and I took care
of that thoroughly,” he says seriously. “Derek, just spit it out.”
“I'm too old for you,” Derek says firmly. “And you can't possibly understand
the consequences of that.”
“Derek...” Scott begins with a frown.
Derek sighs, running a hand through his sex mused hair. “All of this was a bad
idea, and I'm sorry,” he says quietly. “I'm not doing that to you.”
“You didn't do anything I didn't want, Derek,” Scott says quietly. “And it's
not like I couldn't have kicked your ass if I needed to.”
Derek side eyes Scott skeptically. “Really?” he stalks back to the bed. “Could
you, if I just decided-”
“Derek, stop,” Scott interrupts, placing a hand over Derek's heart. “Why are
you so freaked about this?”
“You could get me arrested, for starters,” he replies sarcastically, slapping
Scott's hand away. “Again and this one would stick.”
Scott tilts his head. “This isn't about that,” he says confidently.
“You're...really tied up in knots about this.”
Derek sighs as he pulls away from Scott. “Look, Scott, just drop it.”
Scott shook his head, standing up to put a hand on Derek's shoulder. “No,” he
murmurs. “I don't think I should. What have you been bottling up, Derek? I
won't... I'll drop this if you really need me to, just...”
Taking a deep breath, Derek turns to look at Scott earnestness in his face. “I
know this can't end well, because at your age, I was with someone older than
me,” he confesses quietly. “It ended with my family burning to death. Can you
see why this shouldn't happen?”
A gasp catches in Scott's throat as the revelation hits him. “Derek,” he
whispers. “You're not...”
“Who says I'm not, Scott?” Derek asks bitterly. “I've used teenagers, just like
she did. Who's to say I didn't use you, just now?”
Scott shakes his head vehemently. “Sure, you're screwed up, Derek, but you are
not her,” he states firmly, squeezing Derek's shoulder. “I may not always agree
with you, but I know you care about people. I know you care about me.”
“People I care about get hurt, Scott,” Derek replies, too emotionally drained
to pull away from Scott's touch. “All I do is hurt people.”
“Not true,” Scott disagrees. “But nothing I say right now is going to make you
believe me, is it?”
Derek shakes his head. “You should go, Scott.”
“Do you really want me to go?” he asks. “Because if you need me, I'm staying.
We could just, I don't know, cuddle?”
“Cuddle?” Derek asks in disbelief as Scott gives him a small smile.
“Yeah,” he murmurs, motioning to the bed with a jerk of his head. “You've got a
comfortable bed. Might as well take advantage of it.”
“We already did,” Derek mutters before taking a deep breath and letting it out.
“All right, but we're not having sex again.”
Scott nods. “It's not what I want, but I'm not going to push you,” he states as
he flips the covers over on the bed. “But I won't let you push me away either.
Not when we've gotten somewhere today.”
“Did we?” he questions.
“Yeah,” Scott replies as he slips into the bed, pulling on Derek's arm. “I
might not know where we got to, but there was definite movement away from not
trusting each other.”
Derek smiles weakly as he gives Scott a halfhearted shove as he slides into the
bed next to him. “I've...never told anyone about this.”
“And I'm not going to tell anyone,” Scott promises, resting his head against
Derek's shoulder lightly. “Just, you know none of that was your fault, right?”
Derek falls silent, and Scott sighs, pressing a small kiss on Derek's
collarbone. “You trust me now, right? Just trust me on this, if only just for
right now,” he says quietly against Derek's neck.
“I trust you, Scott,” he murmurs honestly, though he avoids agreeing with him.
Scott smiles. “Good,” he says as they curl up together and let the rhythm of
their heartbeats and steady breathing lull them both to sleep.
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