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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, Laura_Hale, Talia_Hale, Jackson_Whittemore
  Additional Tags:
      Homophobic_Language, Fighting, First_Kiss, Derek_is_a_bad_boy_but_not
      really, Cussing, I_am_adding_tags_because_the_rating_went_from_Teen_to
      Explicit, Oral_Sex, Picnics, I_guess_some_power_play, I_dont_know_Stiles
      is_in_charge, Allude_to_bottom!Derek
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-03-12 Completed: 2016-09-03 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 3416
****** Dame un helado derritiéndose ******
by myboybuildscoffins24
Summary
     Derek can't help getting into fights. That’s what happens when you
     are raised to not take anyone's shit and protect those around you. He
     hates the way people talk about others at school. He can hear every
     rude and degrading thing they say.
Notes
     I got this idea from this prompting on tumblr: "I’m always fighting
     and getting in trouble at school so people avoid me. You frequent the
     small ice cream shop my parents own and know how kind I am to
     children and elderly people but I don’t realize this." (http://
     toxixpumpkin.tumblr.com/post/109308642514/good-kid-troublemaker-aus)
     I thought it would be super cute to write so yeah.
     I am still new at this. It was unbetad so all mistakes are my own.
     The title comes from the song "Ice Cream" by Battles. (Did I google
     songs about Ice Cream and find the one I liked the most, just to find
     a title? Yes. Yes I did. But the song is great. I really liked it.)
***** Chapter 1 *****
Derek can't help getting into fights. That’s what happens when you are raised
to not take anyone's shit and protect those around you. He hates the way people
talk about others at school. He can hear every rude and degrading thing they
say. The stupid teenagers who think it’s funny to make fun of the girl who has
seizures, someone who is overweight or underweight. It floors him like no other
when rumors spread. He grabs the offenders, pushes them up against walls,
scares the fuck out of them.
Jackson and his little posse are the worst. He’s got into a number of fights,
and won them all. That will happen when you are stronger than normal. They
leave with bruises and bleeding noses, Derek leaves feeling justified.
People tend to avoid him, because of the scowl on his face. Resting Bitch Face
is what Laura and Cora so eloquently call it. He cant help it. 90% of the time
at school he is hearing the most stupid things. He asked Laura how to tune them
out, but nothing ever helped.
His parents thought about pulling him out of school, to stop the fights. Derek
has never hurt anyone badly, never gotten in any kind of other trouble. He
studies hard and has good grades, he used to play on the Basketball team, but
he couldn't stand the way the players talked about the other students. The
things they said about Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Isaac Lahey, Scott McCall, or
Stiles Stilinski. Stiles most of all.
Derek’s has had a crush on Stiles for years. Ever since Freshman year, when
Stiles called Jackson out on being an asshole. So when Derek hears Jackson
making fun of Stiles in the hallway, he snaps. “Everyone knows Stiles loves
dick. He plays lacrosse because that’s the only way he is ever gonna see
another one in real life.”
Stiles is standing by his locker, turning red. Derek can see his fists
clenching.
“Don’t listen to him.” Scott murmurs “He is a fucking idiot. Let’s go.”
Stiles nods, and before he can make his move to walk away, Jackson says “Have
fun daydreaming about my dick, fucking faggot.”
Derek launches himself across the hall and pins Jackson up against the lockers.
“Fuck you.” he snarls at Jackson, their faces inches away.
Jackson’s posse watches waiting to join if this comes down to an actual fight.
“Who the fuck was talking to you Hale?” Jackson hisses “What are you and Stiles
butt buddies? Want him to suck your cock?”
Derek slams him harder against the locker, arm coming up across Jackson's
throat. Jackson gasps, but the arm is cutting off his air supply. “No one gives
a fuck about you little boy. Your parents buy you rich cars, so you drive fast
and crazy. No one cares. You wanna know why? Because if you died, no one would
care.” Derek growls.
Suddenly one of the other lacrosse players tries to drag Derek back. He drops
Jackson and turns, just as one of them swings at him. Their fist collides with
his face, and he barely flinches. All hell breaks loose.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
His mother, Talia, comes to pick up him up from the principals office. After a
strict warning they leave, getting into her car. “This needs to stop.” She
sighs “You are going to get thrown out of school. Ruin your chances of going to
college.”
Derek stares out the window. “You didn't hear what they were saying.”
Talia sighs “You can't save everyone.”
He slouches down in his seat. “I can try.”
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
He spends the rest of the afternoon in the ice cream shop that his family owns,
with his mom and Laura. He helps scoop the ice cream and wash dishes. There are
the usual's that come in a few times a week and Derek knows them all. The
Ramirez’s kids in particular love Derek. They climb on top of him, asking him
if they can try the newest flavor of the month. Their parents talk to Talia as
the kids tell Derek about their day. He cant help but smile at their toothy
grins and sticky fingers.
Another couple in their early 70’s come in for the non dairy and sugar free
selections that the ice cream shop offers. Mrs. Andrews pinches Derek’s cheeks
and tells him what a fine husband he will make one day, as Mr. Andrews tries to
sneak regular sugary goodness instead of the sugar free options.
The shop is in the middle of the dinner time lull, when Stiles comes into the
store. His hair slightly wet. Derek can tell that he just came from practice.
He whips his head around, looking for Laura to cover him so he can sneak away
into the back, but she disappeared.
Derek schools his expression as Stiles makes his way to the counter. “Hey
Derek!” Stiles exclaims “How’s it going?”
Derek raises an eyebrow and doesn't reply. “Your way with words is astounding.”
Stiles teases “I mean, it’s so eloquent.”
He winks at Derek, fucking winks. Derek tries his best not to flush. He hates
looking like an idiot in front of Stiles. “Do you want ice cream or not?” Derek
huffs.
“Of course.” Stiles replies “Let me think.”
He taps his chin animatedly, staring at the board above Derek’s head,
contemplating his choices. “Chocolate Lava? Hmm. Birthday cake? Ooooh Salted
Caramel.”
Stiles knows all the flavors, he comes in at least twice a week. Derek knows,
because every time he does, Derek watches him. Watches him as he licks his
spoon clean, or when he gets a cone. It’s bad then. Derek has to leave the
area, or else Laura teases him relentlessly. He cant help it, the way Stiles
licks up the cone. Swirling his tongue on the top of the ice cream, and catches
the liquid running down the sides. He must have some aversion to napkins,
because he never uses one, opting instead to lick and suck his fingers clean.
The moans are the worst. It sounds like porn, sending blood rushing to Derek’s
dick.
Derek watches as Stiles purses his lips, mumbling to himself, and then draws
the bottom one in, biting on it lightly. It falls from between his teeth,
redder than before. He wants to jump across the counter, grab Stiles by the
shirt and make his lips even redder. He wants to push Stiles up against the
wall and take him apart. Make Stiles shut up for once, and forget every word
that isn't Derek’s name. Derek’s dick is taking an interest and that’s exactly
when Laura decides to grace them with her presence.
“Hey Stiles.” Laura calls out, walking in from the back. “Long time no see.”
“Laura!” Stiles says waving his arms out.
“You terrorizing Derek?” She asks sweetly, knocking him with her hip.
Derek steps to the side grunting. “He won't order. Even though he already knows
what he is going to get.”
“How do you know what I am going to get?” Stiles says affronted.
“A mint chocolate chip and Oreo cone.” Derek replies huffing.
Stiles grins “You know my order?”
Derek tries not to blush. “It never changes.”
“Okay fine, I’ll have that.” Stiles laughs “And a small salted caramel in a
cup. Not a cone.”
Laura moves to start the order, grabbing a cone for Stiles. Derek raises an
eyebrow. “I know what you get too.” Stiles teases him. “I don't want to eat
alone, so you can eat with me. My treat.”
Laura tries to hide her laughter. She hands Stiles his cone and Derek the cup.
Stiles gives her a couple bills and turns to walk to the furthest booth from
the counter. He glances over his shoulder. “Come on grumpy.” he calls out to
Derek.
Derek follows willingly, though he puts on a show of looking inconvenienced.
Stiles plops down into the booth and slides in. He goes to work on his ice
cream, licking it, and moaning lightly. Derek sets his down and gets into the
booth. He tries not to stare at Stiles tongue and the way it attacks the ice
cream. “So you got into another fight today?” Stiles asks a little too
nonchalantly.
Derek grunts, looking down at his ice cream. He shoves a scoop in his mouth to
show he isn't going to reply. “You know it’s kinda cute.” Stiles muses “This
whole bad boy thing you have going on.”
Cute? Derek stares at him, spoon hanging in front of his mouth. He glares at
Stiles. “You know, because you are so not a bad boy.” Stiles continues. “I
mean, you got the whole leather jacket and scowl down. That is it though. You
can't be a bad boy, not when you get into a fight, because some stupid guy
called a freshman pizza face.”
Derek put his spoon down. “Who says it’s because I am defending people? Maybe I
just like fighting.”
Stiles smirks, leaning across the booth table. “Please. I saw you start a fight
when someone tried to record Erica having a seizure.”
He looks down at Derek’s lips. “I saw you start a fight with five guys that
called a girl a whale and mocked her about her weight so much that she refused
to eat at school.”
His eyes flick up to Derek’s. “You started a fight when someone called Boyd a
freak, and tried to hurt him. Or the time Scott had an asthma attack in class
and you beat the shit out of the guys who pretended to have asthma attacks
whenever Scott was around.”
Stiles leans even closer, his ice cream is dripping on the table, but he can't
be bothered. Derek eyes are locked on him. “You called Jackson out and beat him
up and six other guys for calling me a faggot.”
Derek’s eyes are locked on Stiles lips. “That doesn't make you a bad boy, that
makes you a good guy.”
Then Stiles leans back suddenly, and Derek is left reeling. He inhales sharply,
not sure what is going on. Stiles brings up his dripping mess of an ice cream
to his mouth, and licks it clean. Derek watches memorized at the sight. “I come
in here a lot.” Stiles says quietly “I see the way you treat people. You let
little kids climb all over you. They are always happy to see you.”
His eyes are locked on Derek’s. “The Andrews come in a lot. You are always so
polite and sweet to them. I've seen you make sure that Mr. Andrews never gets
ice cream with real sugar, because Mrs. Andrews is worried about his health.”
Derek gulps. “So?” He manages to choke out. “Why do you care?”
Stiles snatches Derek's melting cup of ice cream and plops his cone in it. “I
care-” he says as he pushes it to the side “Because someone like that. Someone
who stands up to bullies, someone who smiles like sunshine at kids, someone who
looks out for people…”
He leans closer to Derek again, practically on top of the table. “That someone
is special. I like people like that.”
His fingers come up to touch Derek’s cheek, tracing his jaw. Stiles licks his
lips, and Derek can feel the warmth of this breath on him. “I like you.” Stiles
whispers and brings his lips to meet Derek’s.
It’s so soft, so sweet, and not just because of the ice cream, which Derek can
taste on Stiles. Their mouths move together slowly, and Derek is lost in the
feeling. His hands come up and grasp the front of Stiles shirt, as Stiles
brings his hand around to twine his fingers in Derek’s hair. Stiles moans
loudly, and suddenly the kiss deepens. Their tongues seeking each other out,
moving together in unison. Derek takes Stiles lip into his mouth, biting it
softly and Stiles groans. He takes Derek’s face between both hands and kisses
him hard.
Suddenly the bell on the door chimes loudly and they break apart as Laura
shouts “Good evening!” at the customers who are walking in.
Stiles face is red, his lips are too. They stare at each other for a few
seconds, and then Stiles’ laughs. “Wanna get out of here?”
Derek nods quickly, “I just need to tell Laura.”
“Okay.” Stiles grins at him.
Derek rushes to the back of the store. Laura gives him a look, eyebrow raised
as she smirks. He rushes past her to grab his jacket in the back. He grasps it
just as Talia walks out of her office. “You off?” she asks.
“Uh yeah.” Derek mutters.
“You know, we are still going to talk about those fights.”
He nods, trying to not appear too anxious.
“Have fun.” she says rolling her eyes “Be safe.”
He makes his move to walk out. “Derek.” his mother calls after him “No more
making out with Stiles in the shop.”
Derek freezes, turning red. “I-I-I” he sputters.
She laughs, and he rushes out grabbing Stiles hand and forcibly dragging him
out of the shop.
Stiles waves at Laura as she yells “HAVE FUN BOYS.”
Derek hears her cackling halfway down the street. He isn't bothered though, not
when Stiles looks at him like he just won the lottery or something. Derek can't
helping smiling like that too. 
***** Melt Away *****
Chapter Summary
     Derek and Stiles enjoy a picnic and a nice warm day.
Chapter Notes
     This is "technically" a continuation of 'Dame un helado
     derritiéndose'. I was gonna write it fluffy, but like always, my mind
     went to smut. So yeah. Underage tag because they are both still in
     high school.
     This was not beta'd at all so all mistakes are my own.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
“Uggghhhh.” Stiles moaned loudly rolling over onto his back, head tipping back
as his eyes closed.  
He sprawled out on the thick checkered blanket, stretching his arms above his
head. Derek sat next to him, watching as Stiles enjoyed the warm sun. The two
were in a small field on the Hale property enjoying a picnic Derek had put
together, wicker basket and all.
“Don’t fall asleep on me” Derek laughed “We still haven't eaten dessert.”
One of Stiles eyes cracked open and peered at Derek through long lashes. “What
is dessert?” he inquired, feigning disinterest.
Derek reached into the basket and pulled out a small insulated bag. “Your
favorite.”
“Ice Cream?” Stiles cried, throwing his arms up “You are trying to fatten me
up, I swear!”
He reached down to the hem of his shirt and lifted it up, far enough for Derek
to get a view of a dark trail of hair and one pink perky nipple. “I’ve gained
like ten pounds since we started dating,” he said slapping his stomach softly
“Look at this!”
Derek gulped and watch the way Stiles hand rested right about his trail of
hair. At Derek’s silence, Stiles turned to look at him. A smirk pulled at his
lips, as Derek tore his eyes away. “Like what you see?” he teased, pulling his
shirt back down.
Derek nodded slowly, as Stiles flipped up onto his hands and knees. Slowly
placing the bag next to him, Derek sat back, watching as Stiles made his way
towards him. Stiles braced himself over Derek, their faces close. Derek’s eyes
watched as Stiles tongue darted out, moisting his own lips. “Tell me what you
like, Derek.” Stiles leaned forward, whispering into his ear.
Derek inhaled deeply, feeling the warmth of Stiles so close to him, though they
were not yet touching.  “You.” he sighed.
Stiles nipped at his earlobe, and Derek groaned at the sensation. “Tell me what
you want.” he said grinding down against Derek, finally bringing their bodies
together.
Derek rocked himself up, grasping Stiles sides. “You.” He groaned.
Stiles stilled and dropped his face into Derek’s shoulder. His body shaking
from laughter he was failing to hold in. He pulled himself off to look Derek in
the eye. “Babe, you are not good at dirty talk at all.” Stiles laughed, pecking
Derek on the lips.
Derek made a face of annoyance. “Why should I be,” he stated “You do more than
enough talking for the both of us.”
Stiles rolled his eyes. “You are so lucky you are cute.” he shot back, bringing
their lips together.
They kissed lazily, tongues exploring each other mouths. Stiles pushed Derek
back gently, forcing him to lay down. He began kissing his way down Derek’s
jaw. Sucking hard at the skin on his shoulder. Derek moaned loudly, loving the
feeling of Stiles leaving marks on his body. “Stiles-” he gasped out “-please!”
Stiles shushed him, fingers running down Derek chest. “Don’t worry babe, I’ll
take care of you.” He shimmed down Derek’s body, spreading his legs so that he
could fit in between them. He ran his fingers over the bulge in Derek’s jeans.
Derek’s hips rocked up, chasing the soft touch. Stiles other hand came down
onto his hip, forcing the boy’s hip down. “Be patient.” He chastised playfully.
He unbuttoned the jeans and slid them down Derek’s thighs, along with his
underwear. He didn't remove them all the way, but laid his body on top of them,
limiting Derek’s movement. “You are going to be good for me?” Stiles asked
quietly.
Stiles brought his hands to either of Derek’s hips and lightly scratched down.
“Yes” Derek gasped out, licking his lips as he watched Stiles intently.
Stiles began to drag his fingers down Derek’s thighs, nails leaving red marks
in their wake.  Bracing either Derek’s hip with one hand, Stiles leaned down
and began to kiss Derek’s inner thighs. “I love your thighs, baby.” Stiles
moaned out “So thick and hairy.”
He bit down roughly and began to suck. Derek cried out, fingers grasping at the
blanket. He could feel the grass he grabbed as well, being ripped up out of the
ground. After a moment Stiles moved to the other side and repeated the process.
Derek groaned loudly, his breath coming out jaggedly.
“Please!” he begged “Please!”
Stiles lifted his head and smirked. He leaned forward, running his nose up
Derek’s hard length. “Since you asked so nicely.”
He licked Derek softly, bringing him into his mouth slowly. Derek hissed at the
feeling. Stiles slowly bobbed up and down, getting Derek nice and wet. He
lowered himself down, until he took all of Derek into his mouth and swallowed
around him. Derek cursed loudly, trying his best not to buck up. “Fuck!” he
cried “Shit!”
Stiles eyed him. Even with his mouth wrapped around Derek’s cock he oozed
smugness. Stiles hollowed his cheeks as he sucked forcefully. He watched as
Derek threw his head back, and sobbed. “I’m gonna-” Derek cried “I-.”
He bucked up, trying to fuck into the heat of Stiles mouth. Stiles moved back,
pulling off Derek’s cock with an obscene pop. “You didn't say the magic word.”
he said lowly.
Derek’s head shot up and he met Stiles eyes. A thin layer of sweat was on his
brow, eyes wide and dark with lust. “Please-” Derek whispered “Please, sir.”
Stiles grin widened. “Good boy.” He praised him, rubbing his thigh.
He took Derek’s cock into his mouth again, working it with double the vigor as
before. Derek whined loudly. “Please please please please” he begged, bringing
one arm up to grab the blanket above his head.
Stiles brought his hand down and massaged Derek’s sack softly. He sucked
harder, eyes on Derek. He tugged on Derek balls gently.
Derek went silent, his back arching, mouth gaping. His fist came down fast,
hitting the ground next to him. Stiles swallowed as he spilled into his mouth.
He sucked lightly, watching as Derek’s mouth moved silently, eyes screwed shut.
He could see Derek’s thighs shaking from the intensity of the orgasm. Pulling
off he moved up Derek’s body, lying himself next to Derek. He began running his
hand through Derek’s hair. “Good boy.” he whispered, kissing Derek’s on the
forehead, “You did so well.”
Derek moaned lightly, eyes opening slowly. “Fuck.” Derek rasped out.
Stiles laughed, kissing Derek lightly on the lips. Derek’s mouth moved lazily
against Stiles’. He gazed at Stiles as he moved back. “Do you want me to-” he
motioned down to Stiles.
Stiles shook his head. “Nah. I’m going to give you a break before I flip you
over and fuck you into the ground.”
Derek closed his eyes and moaned. “I’m gonna need at least twenty minutes after
that.”
Stiles laughed, throwing himself onto his back. “Don’t worry, I can wait.”
He reached out and took Derek’s hand, fingers twining together.
They laid together silently, enjoying the warmth of the sun and the chill of
the breeze.
“Fuck!” Stiles bolted up and turned “The ice cream melted!”
Derek laughed loudly, the feeling of joy radiating from his heart.
Chapter End Notes
     Thanks for reading! Comments are always appreciated!
     If you want you should visit me at my tumblr
     (hiddlesfiddleswithmyskittles). We can talk about Sterek and if you
     give me a prompt maybe I'll write you a small fic.
     Bless you!
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