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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Scott_McCall
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Scott_McCall_(Teen_Wolf)
  Additional Tags:
      Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, just_an_excuse_for_scerek_porn
  Series:
      Part 1 of Dive
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-09-12 Words: 1538
****** Dive ******
by dancingelf88
Summary
     Scott and Derek run into each other at a dive bar.
Notes
     This fandom needs more Scerek. Hope you enjoy and comment!
See the end of the work for more notes
Scott sat down in his usual spot: a two person table in a secluded corner of
the bar and took a sip of his cold beer. He wouldn’t get drunk off of it he
knew. He and Stiles had run the experiment and concluded that 3 bottles of
whiskey could get a werewolf slightly buzzed for a good hour and 34 minutes
before he was back to normal. But that wasn't what Scott was after. It wasn't
why he came to The Boar’s Den.
The place was a small dive bar just outside of town. It was also just sketchy
enough to let a 17 year old in without checking ID. But he also wouldn’t have
to worry about his safety…not that he would anyway Scott could protect himself.
He had stumbled upon this place on one of his late night walks. Scott had
always been a night person ever since he could remember and this summer had
heightened that. In the beginning he wandered through the Beacon Hills Preserve
but that got predictable too quick. So he started venturing further outside of
town always careful to make it back before Melissa noticed that he was gone.
Scott wasn’t sure why being in a dive at 1:22 in the morning watching old and
young men alike meander around comforted him but it did. Scott was taking
another sip of beer when he smelled the familiar scent: pine and dirt and musk.
“Derek?” he whispered despite himself. The other wolf must’ve heard him. Of
course. Scott thought to himself. He watched as the older man turned and
sauntered in his direction until he was standing right in front of him.
“Shouldn’t you be in bed right now?” he fixed Scott with that small, slight
smirk he seemed to only reserve for him.
“I could ask you the same thing.” Scott countered.
“I’m an adult, Scott. I can go wherever I want. You, on the other hand, are
17.”
Scott fixed him with his best glower, “What are you gonna do…call my mom?”
Derek gave a small laugh and nodded to him, “Enjoy your night Scott.”
Scott watched Derek walk away and took another gulp of beer. He hadn’t seen
hide nor hair of the alpha since what happened with Gerard. They hadn’t talked
about it. He should have drank his beer in peace and gone home but he didn’t.
Scott doesn’t know why he does it. Why he follows Derek to the pool table, why
he offers to break first, why he feels so calm and relaxed as they play for the
next hour. Truth is he doesn’t care because right now they’re in the back alley
of the bar and Derek is smoking a cigarette and Scott can’t stop staring at the
way his lips suck on the flaming stick and the shape they make when the alpha
blows out the smoke.
Scott is taken out of his reverie when Derek offers him the cigarette. He
shakes his head, “Those are bad for you.”
“You’re right. I could get cancer…and then what would I do?” he asked smugly
sarcastic.
“Shut up.” Scott mumbled. Derek laughed, “That’s new.”
“What?”
“You…laughed.”
“I laugh Scott. It’s a thing that happens.”
“No it doesn’t. You…you don’t laugh. You smirk.” Scott told him.
“I do more than smirk.” Derek countered.
“No you don’t. You smirk. Or you do that weird smile where I can see all your
teeth but it’s still all smirky. Or you do the closed mouth half smirk and then
raise an eyebrow.” Scott explained.
Derek turned to him and quirked his left brow.
“See you’re doing it right now!”
“I didn’t realize you paid that much attention to what my face was doing
Scott.” His voice was suddenly really deep and he was looking at Scott straight
on.
“Um…I…don’t.” Scott stammered out.
They were face to face now and Derek was crowding him. He backed Scott into the
wall.
“Don’t you?” He whispered the question.
“I…” Scott’s answer was swallowed by Derek’s lips. They were softer than he
thought they would be. Derek had Scott’s top lip in his mouth and was sucking
on it gently as his beard scratched Scott’s chin. When Scott didn’t kiss back
Derek pulled away from him. The playful smirk was gone replaced with
embarrassed concern.
“I’m…sorry. I thought…”
It was Scott’s turn to shut him up. He surged forward and grabbed Derek’s face
kissing him open mouthed and hungry. The kiss was sloppy: both wolves panting
and licking into each other’s mouths.
Derek backed Scott up against the wall and slid a knee between his legs. Scott
groaned as Derek rubbed rough circles against his hardened cock with that knee.
His hands slipped from Derek’s shoulders to his ass trying his hardest to bring
them as close as he could. But there wasn’t enough damn friction and way too
many fucking clothes in their way.
Scott pulled away to breathe, “Get out.”
“What?” Derek looked at him in confusion.
“Get out…let’s get out of here. Take me somewhere.” Scott clarified. Derek
didn’t hesitate. He grabbed a fistful of Scott’s shirtfront and pulled him to
his Camaro.
They didn’t make it to wherever the hell Derek was planning on taking them.
They made it all of two miles before Derek pulled over and attacked Scott’s
neck again.
“You’re so fucking distracting.” He growled into his ear before licking it.
Scott laughed, “Sorry.”
“You’re not.”
Scott was going to come up with another witty retort but didn’t get the chance
to. Too soon Derek had flipped them so that he was sitting in the passenger
seat with Scott in his lap. He sucked on a spot under the beta’s chin while he
worked his hands in his jeans.
“Fuck.” Scott cried out when Derek’s finger slipped down the center of his ass
to graze at his entrance.
“Is that what you want?” Derek asked him.
Scott opened his eyes and looked at the alpha beneath him. His eyes were a
tinged red but the rest of his face remained human. He leaned forward and
kissed him softly, “Please.”
The smirk made a comeback then. Derek leaned forward and popped open the glove
compartment and rummaged around until he found it. Scott quirked an eyebrow at
the small bottle of lube in his hand.
“You keep lube in your car?”
“You’re complaining that I keep lube in my car?” Derek countered. He gave a
forceful push at Scott’s entrance with his forefinger that had the beta
gasping.
The werewolves scrambled to the backseat hurriedly and ungracefully removing
clothes as they went. Derek’s shirt only got halfway off and Scott’s jeans and
boxer briefs were hanging off his ankle when Derek pushed him on his back and
spread his legs.
The lube was cold when Derek touched a slicked finger against his rim. He went
achingly slow at first inching the finger in bit by bit. It wasn’t until Scott
himself started to grind down against his hand that Derek picked up the pace.
By the time he had worked four fingers inside the younger man Scott was moaning
out curses.
“Fuck Derek. Fuck…now. Nownownow.” Scott pleaded.
“You sure about that?” he curled his fingers for emphasis. The brush against
his prostate had Scott keening and arching his back.
“Fucking…Derek…come on!” Scott practically screamed.
“If you insist.”
Derek shifted. He sat back in the passenger seat and moved Scott on top of him
lining them up and slowly slid the beta onto his dick. Scott practically sighed
in relief as he sank down onto him. He took a minute to adjust letting Derek
get fully seated before he started to move.
Scott was the one to set the pace. He lifted almost all the way up and slammed
back down enjoying the pleasure/pain that came with it. This is how he wanted
it: hard and fast and rough. Derek got the message. He gripped Scott by the
hips, lifted him up and slammed him down making sure to thrust up into him each
time.
It didn’t take very long for Scott to come. Once Derek changed his angle
slightly so that every thrust and slam was making direct contact with Scott’s
prostate two hard thrusts and a few strokes had Scott falling apart.
Despite his soreness Scott didn’t stop moving. He lifted almost all the way up
and slammed down again grinding down against Derek until the alpha spilled his
seed inside of him. Still he rode him through it until Derek had stopped
shaking. The older wolf lay his head back and let out a small laugh that Scott
felt all the way up his spine. He’d never seen Derek smile like that.
“What?” Derek had opened his eyes to Scott watching him.
“Nothing. Just…never seen you smile like that…it’s nice.”
“Yeah? If you’re lucky maybe you can see it more often.” The smirk was back.
“God shut up.” Scott grumbled and leaned forward for another kiss. He didn’t
need to open his eyes to see the smile. Scott felt it against his lips and gave
one of his own.
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