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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale
  Additional Tags:
      porn_without_really_that_much_plot, sterek, Smut, thinking_about_it..._i
      don't_even_know_if_there's_any_plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-10-16 Words: 1656
****** Daytime Friends and Nighttime Lovers ******
by mydirtybusiness
Summary
     "It was just a small slip of paper with one word in Derek’s careful
     calligraphy: STAY."
Notes
     First time publishing here... There is not much plot, I just wanted
     to write some smut...
     Leave comments, please!
It was just a pack meeting like any other when it all began. The group,
slightly larger than it was before, had been having weekly meetings to train
and prepare themselves for possible treats (and sometimes just hanging out)
when Derek first approached Stiles. It was just a small slip of paper with one
word in Derek’s careful calligraphy: STAY. The boy received the paper
discreetly, and, for his relief, no one else noticed the action. Now he was
curious. What could the werewolf possibly want? He did know what he wanted. He
had figured it out a while back: he wanted Derek. What if the werewolf had
smelt something – arousal, desire – in him? Stiles started to panic, and as his
best friend Scott looked at him, he tried to calm down; the meeting was almost
over.
When it ended, everyone left but Stiles, who said he wanted to talk about
research with the Alpha. Derek waited until the rest of the pack was out of
hearing range and pushed the boy against the wall.
“Oh my God, what did I do?” Stiles asked, slightly scared of the man. “You’re
not really going to rip my throat out with your teeth this time, are you? My
father is the Sheriff and he’ll find my body and…”
He was silenced by Derek’s lips on his neck, the hot breath coming out of his
mouth affecting Stiles. His heart was beating faster, frightened by what Derek
would do. He was expecting pain, teeth sinking into his flesh and hurting, but
he was not expecting a kiss. The werewolf connected their lips, hands on
Stiles’ hips and eyes closed. The kiss only lasted a few seconds, but it was
enough for them at that moment.
“What…”
“I’ve noticed, Stiles. Your scent… your desire. Since you probably weren’t
going to do something, I decided to do it.” Derek said, staring into the boy’s
eyes.
“You’re welcomed to do it anytime, anywhere and for as long as you want. So you
want it too, right? Or is it just an Alpha thing, you know, taking care of the
pack?” Stiles rambled.
“Shut up, Stiles. I want it too, but now you need to go home.”
--
The second time it happened was two days after the meeting. It was night and
Stiles’ bedroom window was opened as usual. He had just finished changing after
his shower when Derek came in. He didn’t say anything, just brought the boy
closer to his body and kissed him. It was different this time; tongues and hair
pulling were involved, but it ended as soon as Stiles tried to take Derek’s
shirt off.
“Not tonight.” The werewolf said and went out, leaving Stiles panting on the
bed.
--
It was on the fifth time when they fully got naked, but it was only on the
tenth that Stiles’ truly lost his virginity. It was not what he had imagined,
but it wasn’t bad at all. It surely hurt – a lot, even with the generous amount
of lubricant used – and he was sore for a few days, but it was pleasurable too,
Derek made sure of that. The werewolf was experienced, making Stiles tremble
and moan with every touch and kiss.
It was also the first night that Derek stayed.
--
Exactly four months passed since that pack meeting, and there they were on
another one. They had just solved the problem with the Kanima, so the meeting
was just for hanging out instead of heavy training. Everyone was relieved.
Four months and no one had figured it out yet. Sure, Stiles smelled more like
Derek, but they concluded it was because they were meeting more to talk about
research and gathering information. No one suspected there was something going
on with those two, and again no one noticed the small piece of paper the Alpha
gave to Stiles. LEAVE YOUR WINDOW OPEN TONIGHT. With the Kanima’s attacks, his
window was being kept closed and Derek’s night visits were reduced, and Stiles
wanted more than anything for them to resume.
-
When night fell, Stiles was agitated more than usual, but his dad just took it
for his hyperactivity. After his father left the house for his shift at the
Police Station, Stiles took a long shower, trying to waste time until Derek
arrived. He tidied his bedroom a bit, leaving the bottle of lube and the pack
of condoms on his bedside table, more accessible for them. He went to the
kitchen, and when he came back Derek was already there, standing near the bed
without his signature leather jacket.
Without any word they closed the remaining space between them, kissing
desperately and passionately, losing no time and going straight to the bed. It
was too early in the relationship – whatever it was - for them to say those
famous three words, but they both knew that what they had was more than casual;
they felt it, and words were not necessary. In their opinion, words were
overrated in a moment like that, when their touches and caresses were
substitutes for them.
Clothes were discarded quickly; they too were overrated and completely
unnecessary. Skin to skin, mouth to flesh. Stiles left a trail of kisses and
bites on Derek’s torso, moving down to oh-so-finally mouth at the werewolf’s
member. He just licked the length at first, caressing that thick and pulsating
vein underside it. He moved his tongue around the head as one of his hands
gripped the base tightly and the other one cupped his balls. Knowing exactly
what Derek wanted, he put in his mouth what he could of the shaft, bobbing his
head up and down and hollowing his cheeks, making the werewolf groan loudly in
pleasure. His hair was too short for Derek to grab, so he set for just putting
his hand on Stiles’ head.
Without any warning, the man switched their positions and made the boy roll
over, his back to the werewolf’s chiseled chest. Derek settled himself between
the boy’s open legs and started kissing his shoulders, licking his way down to
Stiles’ dimples right above the curve of his spine. Making the boy tilt his
hips back, he held his cheeks apart, exposing the small hole, knowing the
anticipation and feeling vulnerable in this position excited Stiles. He tilted
his hips even more, and Derek gave in to the almost silent plea of his name.
His tongue licked around the hole, feeling it contract lightly, wanting to be
touched. When he gave an open mouthed kiss to the puckered opening, the boy
shuddered and moaned. At first, when they started getting intimate, Stiles was
against rimming, after all, how could one like to lick there? But when Derek
insisted it was okay, he let him. And he did enjoy it, the warmth and wetness
of the werewolf’s tongue probing and licking, hungry for more always drove
Stiles crazy.
Stiles felt Derek stop and groaned in protest; he was close and he wanted to
come. When he heard the cap of the lube being opened and a condom package being
ripped, however, he whined, wanting to feel the man again. One slicked up
finger circled his opening teasingly, and he pressed back against it, closing
his eyes and gripping the pillow when he felt it entering him. Derek removed it
and inserted two this time, enjoying the way Stiles’ body seemed to offer
itself for him, the boy’s butt in the air being hoisted up by his knees. Two
fingers soon became three, stretching the opening and preparing Stiles.
Since it had been a while, they wasted no more time and Derek finally joined
their bodies, penetrating slowly, savoring each inch of warmth and tightness.
No matter how much time they spent on foreplay, Stiles was always tight.
Because of that, Derek’s initial thrusts were always slow and careful; he
feared losing control and hurting the boy. It was not different this time. His
movements only began to get faster when Stiles started pushing back, trying to
get as much of Derek as he could. With one hand clutching Stiles’ shoulder to
pull him back and the other maneuvering around the body to grab the boy’s dick,
the werewolf knew this combination would drive him crazy, so he coordinated the
motion and speed of his hand with his hips’.
The only noises that could be heard in the entire house were the loud moans and
the sound of skin slapping against skin. Stiles was surprisingly quiet in bed
words-wise, but he was a heavy moaner. Who did all the (dirty) talking was
Derek, but today almost no words were pronounced. Without stopping, the man
pulled up the boy’s torso, hoisting Stiles with his arm across his shoulders.
His movements were more erratic, the thrusts short and quick but without the
rhythm from before. Derek felt more than smelled that Stiles was approaching
his climax, noticing the same reactions from previous times – high pitched
moans, legs starting to tremble, hands reaching for Derek’s hair.
“I’m… I’m gonna…”
Before he could finish his warning, he came, spilling in the man’s hand and
across his stomach, a few drops of cum dropping on the sheets. Derek didn’t
last much longer; Stiles’ clenching hole made it all faster, and it only took a
few more thrusts and he was coming too, his body freezing and shaking a little.
He fell above Stiles, almost crushing him with his weight, but quickly got up
and went to retrieve a washcloth.
Still no words were needed, the physical aspect of their relationship sometimes
talked more loudly and more meaningful than words could ever do. As they laid
in bed together, underneath the blankets and with legs entwined, they wondered
how long it would take for the rest of the pack to discover that they were
daytime friends and nighttime lovers. Derek surely thought they were smarter
than that.
THE END.
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