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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/Scott_McCall
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Scott_McCall
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-07-12 Words: 1779
****** Derek Hale's New Beard ******
by stonecoldsteverogers_(youdickbag), youdickbag
Summary
     It wasn’t like Scott had never before noticed that Derek was
     attractive. It was just a lot easier to ignore when he thought Derek
     was a murderer, or when they were fighting. It was also a lot easier
     for Scott to ignore when he was dating Allison.
     But now, Allison needed space, and Scott was giving it to her. But
     all of that space he was giving her wasn’t empty space; there were
     other people in it.
     People like Derek Hale.
     Derek Hale with his new beard.
Notes
     Written off the top of my head from a_post_in_the_#scerek_tag_on
     Tumblr. Playing in that particular sandbox is dangerous for me, but I
     just can't leave.
See the end of the work for more notes
It wasn't like Scott had never before noticed that Derek was attractive. It was
just a lot easier to ignore when he thought Derek was a murderer, or when they
were fighting as Derek went from, "We're brothers now," to, "I'm the Alpha
now." It was also a lot easier for Scott to ignore when he was dating Allison,
because Scott didn't know if he was the kind of person to be able to handle
being captivated by more than one person at the same time.
But now there wasn't really any danger of that; Allison needed space, and Scott
was giving it to her. But all of that space he was giving her wasn't empty
space; there were other people in it.
People like Derek Hale.
Derek Hale with his new beard. 
Derek Hale with the new beard that Scott couldn't stop thinking about, because
it accentuated all the parts of Derek's face that Scott already knew were
attractive. 
It was a problem, all this space filled up with Derek and his beard. Scott just
wanted to touch it. See how it felt, if it tingled or burned on Scott's lips,
neck, stomach...he needed to stop thinking about this.
But he couldn't.
Because Derek and his beard were everywhere. Derek was an Alpha, and he was
trying to build a pack - except it was a different pack than the one Scott had
been shanghaied into. This was a different Hale pack, one that Scott had to
want to join. And he really hoped Derek didn't push the issue, because Derek
had a very powerful negotiating tool.
Yes, Derek's beard was the tool. It was ridiculous, how fixated Scott was on
it. What had become this negligible prick on the edge of his consciousness was
now this enormous, noisy pink elephant that followed Scott around everywhere he
went. 
It followed him and presented him with images, sounds, scenarios, sensations
that were driving Scott to near-insanity. Images of Derek's shadowed jaw and
throat; the sounds of hair rasping against skin or Scott sighing or Derek
laughing low, pleased, full of intent. Scenarios where Scott just walked up to
Derek and rubbed their faces together, or Derek finally noticed all the
noticing Scott was doing and decided to investigate, being unbearably
attractive and just standing there until Scott finally snapped. 
The potential sensations Scott could feel were the worst part because there was
no way to know if Derek's beard would be as soft as his skin. Whether it would
glide against his skin like fur or rub like sandpaper and leave Scott's every
nerve ending singing, tingling, burning with the need to feel more, more, more.
"God, Derek, more!" Shit, that came out much louder than Scott had wanted it
to. He listened and couldn't sense any sign of having disturbed his mother (who
was taking advantage of one of her rare nights off and sleeping like the dead),
so he slowed his strokes until they'd stopped entirely and - after making sure
his hand was clean - laid on his bed, cushioning his head on his hands.
He stared at the ceiling, letting the tacky coolness pooling on his stomach
invade his senses, thinking, remembering, wondering about how Derek would
smell. This was definitely a problem...and Scott came to three realizations
rather abruptly.
The first realization was that there was too much space both between him and
Allison and between him and Derek. The second was that he wanted to remove the
latter space as quickly as possible.
The third was that someone was outside his window. Now that Scott was paying
attention, he knew who it was. He laid there on his bed, watching as the window
slid up and a pair of red eyes attached to a bearded face moved into his room,
following by looming shoulders and more heavy musculature.
The body stood next to his window, and since his bed was right underneath his
window that meant the body was right next to his bed. The thought made Scott's
breath hitch as the crimson eyes glinted with intent. 
"Derek."
"Scott." The word hung heavy in the air. Scott could feel himself practically
vibrating with awareness and anticipation. He needed...something. Anything.
Derek was here, and while that was great, it wasn't enough. "If you aren't
careful, you'll wake up the entire block. Noisy little boy."
"It got you here, didn't it?" Scott said, voice rough and daring. 
"Someone had to make sure you didn't disturb the peace. Besides...I don't think
I want anyone else listening to things like that. You moaning my name." He was
still standing there, and Scott needed...he needed--
"I need you to touch me." His eyes met Derek's until the red in them finally
cooled, though now Derek was that much harder to see. Well...relatively
speaking. 
"What you need...is to get yourself cleaned up."
Now Scott was getting irritated. His gaze was challenging as he stared at Derek
and rubbed the sticky fluid into his skin, smearing it all over his chest and
abdomen. Derek let out a low growl and bent over until he was blocking the
moonlight. He was all Scott could see, and Scott could feel his breath ghosting
over his face.
"Fine," Derek said, voice tight. He ran a fingertip over one of Scott's
nipples, and Scott arched his back until the finger traced up to his throat and
suddenly became a grip that was just this side of uncomfortable. It was a
commanding grip, and Scott licked his lips unconsciously. "Get up." Scott did,
and moved where Derek directed him. 
They got to the bathroom, and Derek waited until he'd closed the door to flip
on the lights. He was there, in Scott's bathroom, with his beard. Staring at
Scott. "Get in the shower."
"Make me." Derek's eyes flashed as his shirt came off over his head. 
God, there was hair everywhere. It dusted his entire torso, thicker and darker
along the lines of muscle and leading down into the waistband of his jeans.
Scott clenched his hands, needing to touch, needing to feel. And then Derek's
hands went to his belt.
Scott became vaguely aware of a high-pitched whining sound that got louder as
the belt unbuckled, the jeans unsnapped and the zipper went down. It took Derek
suddenly right in front of him and muttering something about, "So
fucking noisy," before kissing him for Scott to realize that the noise had been
coming from him.
He felt breathless, light-headed as Derek grabbed his hands and guided them to
his waist, using them to push his jeans down, inch by infuriating inch. Scott
nearly ripped through them trying to get them down to Derek's ankles, and when
they were off he stepped back and looked.
The noise was back, but Scott really didn't think he could help it. Derek
was hairy, and Scott had felt it underneath his palms as more and more of
Derek's skin became uncovered. He'd come within micrometers of feeling all that
hair and shifting skin against his own, and his entire being craved it. 
"Scott, shut up." Scott could only whine in reply, and Derek stepped forward
into Scott's space again, and finally, finally Scott could touch. He touched
everywhere, hands unable to decide on a place to settle, and so they roamed.
They touched his back, his hips, his thighs, his shoulders, his beard. His
fingertips came away tingling, and Scott instantly became addicted. He went for
more, but Derek pushed, urging him into the shower before stepping in after
him.
And then Derek turned the shower on, and he was hairy, and naked, and wet,
in Scott's shower. 
Scott was definitely not going to be able to clean himself, because all of his
attention was elsewhere, on the drops of water clinging to dark, thick hair and
strong muscle, making Derek's lips glisten in the midst of his dampened,
damnable beard. He could smell Derek this close, though it was nearly lost as
Scott's own arousal pounded against his senses and his heartbeat thundered in
his ears. 
"Derek...please."
"What?" Derek's voice was...teasing? There was a smirk on his face as he
crowded Scott against the wall and crossed his arms before resting them against
the wall above Scott's head. Ducking his head, Derek's voice sent shudders
through Scott as it asked him, low and pleased, "What do you want?"
"I...I want...I want more." Scott was fairly sure Derek was going to ask what
Scott wanted more of, but Scott cleared that up preemptively by smashing
Derek's lips and body to his. The kiss broke as Scott's eyes and head rolled
back until it thunked lightly against the wall. Derek was everywhere, all
around him, up against him, and Scott wanted more. 
Derek lifted Scott's legs until they were linked around his waist, and then he
started to move. Scott moaned so loudly that even with Derek's mouth over his,
they both had to stop until they could ascertain that Melissa still hadn't
awoken. Scott thanked everything he could think of that his mom slept so
heavily because that meant Derek could move again. 
Scott wanted to sob with how good Derek's body felt under his hands, against
his lower stomach, his cock. Derek's face, his chest, his shoulders, his
arms, his cock, his legs, god. Scott was aware that his mouth was forming
words, but he had no idea what he was saying. It made Derek rut against him
harder, gave Scott more, so Scott kept saying it. 
"I told you I didn't want anyone else to hear you moaning my name like that,"
Derek murmured, lips making the rim of Scott's ear vibrate. His soft voice
contrasted sharply with the hard grind of his hips as he said, "That sound is
mine."
"Y-yeah...okay."
"Say it again." A long, slick grind made Scott slur, half-delirious with
pleasure. "Again." Derek's fingertip circled, pressed just there, and his name
left Scott's mouth a garbled mixture of sounds, pleas, curses, and heavy
breathing. He sucked Scott's bottom lip into his mouth to keep Scott from
chewing on it, and pressed again. All he got was a gasp; Scott doubted he'd be
able to say anything decipherable until the roar of his orgasm stopped
rampaging through his brain. 
Derek came, too, and Scott's curiosity, his need for more, was finally
satiated. The goofy grin on his face got him more than a few scoffs from Derek
as they toweled, and became smug as they returned to his bedroom and Derek's
body reclined with his, free for Scott's exploration until sleep claimed them
both. 
End Notes
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