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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Scott_McCall/Isaac_Lahey, Danny_Mahealani/
      Jackson_Whittemore
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale, Scott_McCall, Isaac_Lahey, Jackson
      Whittemore, Danny_Mahealani
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, Fluff, Double_Dating, Um...porn?, lots_of_badly_written_porn,
      Possessive_Behavior
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-08-10 Words: 3905
****** Double Dates ******
by kitausu
Summary
     Whose brilliant idea was this again? Oh right, Scott’s. Because every
     brilliant (read: terrible) idea that ever existed came from Scott
     attempting to use his big puppy dog brain and think. Otherwise known
     as that time Stiles and Derek went on a double date with Scott and
     Isaac.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Whose brilliant idea was this again? Oh right, Scott’s. Because every brilliant
(read: terrible) idea that ever existed came from Scott attempting to use his
big puppy dog brain and think. Okay, that was a little bit unfair, but Stiles
just knew this was going to be a disaster. And judging by the way Jackson could
not keep the giant shit eating grin off his face, so did he.
“I can’t believe Derek even agreed to this. Do you guys even go on real dates?”
Jackson flopped belly up on Stiles’ bed, his head tilted back to keep eye
contact with his alpha’s mate.
“I can’t either, he actually encouraged it I just…hey wait! Of course we go on
real dates you jackass!” he smacked Jackson on his perfect abs, wincing only a
little at the sting in his palm.
“It’s still really bizarre just thinking about it. It’s like Scott and Isaac
are going on a double date with their parents.” He pulled a face, miming
retching over the side of Stiles’ bad with a little too much bravado thank you
very much.
“Jackson, you do realize I’m not actually your mom, right? We are the same age,
in fact, you may even be a little older than me.” He pondered the thought, only
narrowly catching onto the way Jackson’s forehead wrinkled in irritation.
“You take care of us, you’re close enough.” And yeah okay maybe Stiles did
bring them soup in bed when they were sick, lunch while they are at work, and
in general spoil them rotten.
He didn’t feel the need to respond verbally for once, knowing that Jackson
would interpret the feather light kiss on his forehead in exactly the right
way.
“Love you Jacks. Now help me decide what to wear.” The murmured love you
toowent unacknowledged for the most part, the ear splitting grin on Stiles’
face could not be helped.
By the time Jackson was satisfied with Stiles’ outfit (the grumbled sigh of
frustration over his Captain America shirt going completely ignored), Danny and
Derek were both at the door.
“Thank you for watching him Stiles, I really needed the break.”  Danny grinned,
pulling his mate across the threshold and into a hug.
“Oh he’s no trouble at all, I love babysitting Jackson.” He laughed brightly as
Derek took Jackson’s evacuated spot at Stiles’ side.
“Oh har har, you guys are hysterical.” The way he snuffled further into Danny’s
embrace did nothing to reinstate his former badass reputation.
“You guys get out, Isaac and Scott will be here soon and I would rather only
have to deal with one hormonal pair of teenagers at a time.” Jackson actually
had the grace to look offended for a moment before Danny was steering him over
to his car.
Stiles shut the door, whimpering when he found himself easily sandwiched
between the door and his alpha.
He tilted his head to the side, exposing Derek’s favorite place and
incidentally a fading love bite, “You realize Scott and Isaac won’t be here for
at least an hour, you didn’t need to chase them off.”
“I didn’t think you would want them here while I did this.” Stiles’ hips thrust
forward involuntarily as Derek grabbed him roughly through his jeans.
“Okay yeah, no, good good good, send them away, we don’t even need them, oh
fuck.” His pants fell to the ground, the lack of underwear sending Derek into a
frenzy that had him nosing under Stiles’ balls and spreading his legs as far as
they could go.
Derek was murmuring a litany of mineminemine,feeding the words into Stiles’
opening as he licked into him.
“Shit Derek, yours, all yours.” He whined low and in the back of his throat as
Derek’s fingers pressed between his lips, suck.
He abandoned Stiles’ spit softened hole, pressing his lips hot and firm to his
mate’s ear, “Gonna make you feel so good, pump you so full of my seed until you
can’t take anymore. Then I’m going to tuck you back in and we are going to meet
Scott and Isaac and they will smell me all over you, my seed leaking out of you
and they’ll know what a little slut you are for me.” His grin turned positively
feral as he removed his fingers and Stiles bit his lip to stifle a scream, his
hips thrusting helplessly into the air.
He was incoherent with lust, willing to say or do anything just to make Derek
take him,“Yeah Derek, yeah, do it, fill me up, fucking knot me,do something!”
“I’m going to make you scream for me.” Without warning he thrust all three
fingers into Stiles hole, his mate’s mouth dropping open with silent pleasure
as the wind was punched out of him.
He keened as Derek’s fingers worked him open roughly, “ Scott and Isaac are
driving down the road.”
“Nonononononono. Derek don’t you dare stop.” The grin he received was filthy,
his fingers sliding out a few moments later with a slick pop.
“Wasn’t planning on it.” And then he was pressing into him, hot and slick with
nothing but come to ease the way.
Stiles wasn’t even sure what he was saying anymore. He knew he was babbling,
but Derek was inside him, all around him, his teeth sharp and hot at his throat
as he drew blood to the surface of his skin.
“They’re pulling into the driveway.” Derek’s thrusts grew eradicate, growling
possessively as Stiles tried to reach for his own cock.
“Did I say you could touch what was mine?” he licked his palm before grabbing
him roughly and pulling him in time with each thrust.
“Shitshitshit, just come on Derek, finish it. We won’t have time to knot.” The
chuckle Derek pressed into his skin was dark and the very definition of
controlling.
“Oh I’m going to knot you, they’ll just have to wait.” If they really were
sitting in his driveway, Stiles was under no delusion that they had any sort of
privacy, that Scott and Isaac weren’t listening to every word that was being
said.
If he thought Derek was joking, teasing, he was sorely mistaken as his final
thrust went deep, splitting Stiles apart, spearing him on the swollen base of
his cock. He saw stars as the swollen knot pressed firm against his prostate,
his vision whiting out as he spilled over Derek’s fist.
“Good boy.” His grip turned gentle as he continued to stroke him until the
pleasure started to edge its way into pain.
He whined, pushing Derek’s fist away before wrapping his arms around his mates
shoulder to ease the transition from standing to lying on the floor.
About twenty minutes later Stiles was startled out of his doze by Derek’s
surprised chuckle at his ear.
“Scott is complaining that we aren’t done yet, and Isaac is questioning why
Scott’s knotting takes less time.” Stiles thought he would explode from
embarrassment.
He whined, shoving his face into the crook of Derek’s neck. “They are actually
out there?! I thought you were just saying that to turn me on! Holyshit Derek!”
His mate actually had the gall to laugh at him, his brown furrowing slightly as
his knot softened enough to finally pull out with a wince. He pressed
perfunctory hand to Stiles’ chest, holding him down as he spread his legs wide.
“Honestly Derek?” he hiccupped as the pleasure pain of Derek’s tongue at his
hole rushed through his over stimulated body.
Derek ignored him, pressing his thumb slightly into Stiles’ puffy pink hole,
watching with a mix of pride and wonder as his seed dribbled out. He gathered
it up, pressing it back into his mate with a grunt before raising the dirty
fingers to Stiles lips. Without hesitation Stiles wrapped his tongue around the
offered digits, whimpering at the taste. His cock was slowly hardening again,
hips rocking gently against Derek’s when suddenly Scott was banging on the
door, his voice loud and shrill even through the wood.
“Stiles, if you ever valued our friendship you will not make me sit through
that again!” he flopped back with a sigh, grinning wildly as Derek finally
pulled away and walked into the kitchen.
He returned with a damp cloth, using it to wipe up the mess on Stiles’ stomach
and thighs before tossing him his shirt and tucking him back into his jeans.
“Ready?” Derek helped him up, his pupils growing wide as he smells his come
sliding down Stiles’ legs.
“I hate you so much right now.” Derek just smirked, zipping up his jeans before
wrapping his arm around Stiles’ shoulders and directing him out the door.
Isaac’s cheeks were flushed as he took in the rather obvious disheveled state
of his alphas, “So um…dinner?”
Stiles grinned, ruffling his pups hair as he skipped out the door, “Yup,
starving!”
“Wonder why?” Scott mumbled, yelping when Isaac pinched him roughly in the
side.
“Isaac!” he whined, pulling his best puppy dog pout as he grabbed his mate’s
hand and followed him to Derek’s Camaro.
Derek watched in silence as his two betas climbed into the backseat before
pushing the chair back and allowing his mate to take shotgun.
“Where are we going anyway?” Scott had Isaac pressed to his side, a possessive
hand on his thigh as they pulled out of the drive.
“Stiles wanted Greek food, so we’re going to Nico’s.” while this was
technically a double date, Derek and Stiles were still the alphas, though
Isaac’s pleased grin gave way to any thoughts of complaint from Scott.
Most of the drive was spent in silence, occasionally broken by Stiles’ chatter
as things popped into his mind. Isaac’s head was heavy and warm on Scott’s
shoulder, lulling him into a daze until the Camaro pulled into the parking lot.
Scott couldn’t keep the surprise off of his face when Derek came around to open
the door and help Stiles out of the car. He pulled the seat forward almost as
an afterthought, his attention almost solely focused on his mate. Scott
couldn’t blame him though, not with the way his stomach flipped when Isaac
smiled at him so beautifully as he helped him out.
“I’ve never been here before. Is it good?” Isaac’s grin was almost childish in
his excitement, the twinkling lights in the trees outside the restaurant
flashing in his eyes like stars.
“Yeah, Derek and I have been here a few times. The shawarma is really good, and
no, I do not like it just because of the Avengers!” the last bit was directed
completely at Derek, who just shrugged and held the door open for his younger
pack members.
It was surprisingly nice inside, almost to the point that Scott felt a little
underdressed. He was only mildly reassured by Stiles’ Captain America shirt,
though even it was tempered by a coat and slacks. The maître d’ smiled
brightly, already pulling out a few menus and bypassing those waiting for a
table.
“Welcome back Stiles, Derek. I see you brought some company this time.” Scott
wrapped his arm around Isaac’s waist in a possessive manner, his wolf taking
offense at the way she was checking out his mate.
To his surprise she just laughed, “As possessive as you are I see,” before
leading them to a booth in the back.
“Don’t worry, I’m a little possessive of my girlfriend too.” She handed them
their menu with a smile, taking their drink orders before disappearing into the
kitchen.
“You guys have only been here a few times?” Scott raised his eyebrow in
amusement as Stiles pressed closer to his mate.
“What can I say? The food here is really good!” Isaac just laughed, already
skimming through the menu with a slight crease in between his brow.
Scott hooked his chin over Isaac’s shoulder, peering down at the menu and
leaving his own to the side, “Do you want to share something?”
Stiles was suddenly struck by how surreal this entire situation was. Derek was
hot against his side and back, his arm draped around his shoulders. Scott was
sitting across from them, his eyes filled with adoration, focused on Isaac.
Stiles wasn’t Derek, he didn’t have the heightened sense of smell or hearing,
but he thought he had known Scott better than anyone. But even he could not
have pinpointed the moment when Scott’s attention had shifted from Allison, to
the broken boy now pressed firm to his side. He couldn’t fight the grin on his
lips as Isaac tilted to press their foreheads together, trading kisses, and
very much in their own world. It was nice seeing his pup look so happy. There
was something about Isaac that just made you want to reach out, to draw him
into a hug, and stuff his face with homemade cookies. It was nice to see how
effortlessly Scott seemed to put a smile on his face.
“Know what you want yet?” at some point Derek had leaned down, brushing his
lips against the shell of Stiles’ ear.
He grinned and pointed at the shawarma on the menu with a dramatic flourish,
ignoring the tickle of Derek’s amused huff against his ear.
“You are ridiculously predictable.” Stiles mimed tossing his hair, which really
just ended up in him nuzzling deeper into Derek’s embrace and pressing himself
half way into his mate’s lap.
“I will have you know that I am the least predictable, most amazingly outgoing,
spontaneous person ever. Ask Scott, he’ll tell you…oh Scott come on, this is a
nice restaurant!” he pretend gagged into Derek’s shoulder, shielding his eyes
from the view.
At some point during his conversation with Derek, Isaac and Scott had graduated
from light kisses to full on, Isaac in Scott’s lap, tongue down his throat,
completely inappropriate for public places, making out. They pulled a part with
a slick pop, Isaac pulling out of Scott’s grip with only the slightest
difficulty when his mate tried to keep him seated in his lap. The waitress came
back at just that moment, taking their order quickly and scurrying away with a
flush on her cheeks that had very little to do with any actual exertion.
Derek groaned, rubbing his free hand across his face in exasperation, “Awesome,
thanks guys. You can’t even keep it in your pants long enough to eat dinner.”
Isaac actually had the grace to look embarrassed, his cheeks flushed pink as he
apologized, but Scott looked incredulous.
“This coming from the guy who made us wait outside for over half an hour so he
could have sex and knot his mate. But you’re right Derek, we are the ones
without self-control.” All Scott needed was to stick his tongue out and blow a
raspberry to complete the look of a petulant child.
Stiles pressed a steadying hand to Derek’s knee, cutting off whatever retort he
was working up in favor of letting Isaac take control. As Derek’s mate he had
learned early on it was better to take control of the alpha’s anger, redirect
the feeling to something else, and it appeared Isaac had also learned the
trick. He watched with fond approval as Isaac pressed closer to Scott,
whispering something in his ear that Stiles couldn’t hear, but worked almost
instantaneously to remove the tension from Scott’s shoulders and neck.  
“Food!” the waitress laughed as Stiles made grabby hands at his plate when she
approached their table with the steaming tray.
Once the food was set out on the table, everything seemed to calm down
considerably. Scott had actually stared wide eyed in surprise the first time
Derek had lifted up a piece of meat with his fingers and held it up to Stiles’
lips. Sure the two had been mated for almost three years, since before Stiles
had even turned 17, but he realized with start that this was the first time he
had ever seen them like this. It was a little disorienting to see how easily
Stiles accepted the offering, smiling happily as he pressed a quick kiss to
Derek’s cheek. Stiles had always been his best friend, and while they had been
each other’s first kiss, he was Stiles.And Derek, well Derek was his alpha. He
knew logically they were mated, but it was completely different to see them
with his own eyes, and surprisingly heartwarming.
Isaac was quickly becoming languid at his side, finishing off his half of the
plate with a content little sigh as he let his head drop onto Scott’s shoulder
again, “This was fun.”
Something in Stiles just lit up at that, pleased beyond belief that he had made
his pup happy. They sat like that for a few minutes, trading small talk as they
waited for their checks, which the waitress placed in front of Derek and Scott
respectively. Stiles made no attempt for the check, knowing it would just
result in a warning growl from Derek, but Isaac had no such qualms. To his
credit he whimpered only slightly when Scott grabbed his wrist and nipped at
his neck in a playful reprimand. Isaac rolled his eyes, but sunk back into
Scott’s side.
“You always pay.” The food was warm in his stomach, making his eyelids drop and
his words slur against Scott’s sleeve.
“I like paying.” He placed his bill beneath Derek’s with an air of
satisfaction.
Scott helped Isaac stand from the booth, smiling at the sleepy wobble in his
step as they exited the restaurant, leaving the change for their waitress. The
drive back was layered in a comfortable silence as Scott scratched his nails
through Isaac’s curls and Stiles’ rubbed his palm against Derek’s knee as they
drove.
When they arrived back at the Stilinski household, Stiles invited them in but
already anticipated the smile and negative shake of Scott’s head.
“My mom is on the night shift tonight so I think we are just going to go back
to my house.” Isaac perked up as Stiles walked over and pressed a kiss to his
forehead before hugging both him and Scott.
Derek scratched his nails across both of their scalps with a fond sigh, “This
wasn’t a horrible idea Scott.”
Which of course in Derek speak was practically a glowing recommendation and
thank you, though the betas let it slide as both of their cheeks flushed with
pleasure from their alpha’s praise. With a final smile Scott pressed his palm
to the base of Isaac’s spine and guided him over to their car. He waited until
they were safely out of ear shot, Isaac’s hand on his thigh hot even through
the fabric.
“Are you still tired?” he didn’t need to be looking at Isaac to practically
feel the eye roll directed his way.
“Scott, I can smell how horny you have been since we left the restaurant.” He
smiled shyly, liking the way Scott’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and
yes, arousal.
“Does that mean you aren’t tired?” he shifted uncertain, gasping as Isaac’s
palm shifted higher until he was practically cupping him through his jeans.
“No Scott, I’m not tired.” Scott’s grip was iron tight around his wrist as he
forcibly removed Isaac’s hand from his lap.
“Yeah, okay, yeah, just…let me get us home without crashing, yeah?” The metal
of the steering wheel groaned as Scott’s grip tightened impossibly.
He didn’t expect Isaac’s reaction, the scent of his arousal hitting him like a
freight train and the sound of his mate’s zipper deafening in the confined
space.
“What are you, oh Isaac, fuck.”In the corner of his eye sight he could see
Isaac’s hand slowly working his half hard cock, the scent of his pre-come
saturating the air.
“Isaac, you need to stop or I’m going to pull this car over and fucking devoir
you.”His words were barely human sounding, the growl guttural and delicious.
“Do it.” Isaac knows Scott, knows that when he is worked up he can’t resist a
challenge.
He isn’t disappointed when Scott suddenly slams on the breaks and turns sharply
into an opening in the woods.
“Take off your clothes and get in the back.” Scott’s eyes are flashing amber,
the command sending a spike of arousal writhing down his spine.
He doesn’t even care that they are only a few feet away from the road, barely
concealed as he sheds every inch of fabric from his body at the speed of light
and climbs into the back.
Scott is still mostly clothed, with just his pants and boxers shoved down past
his knees, “So good Isaac, come here.”
He groans in satisfaction as Isaac complies immediately, scrambling into his
lap and whimpering at the feel of Scott’s cock pressed against his.
“You couldn’t wait, such a little cock slut, couldn’t even wait the drive back
to my house. Because you couldn’t keep it in your pants, you’re going to ride
me and do all the work.” Isaac’s eyes roll back into his head, exposing his
neck for Scott’s teeth as he ruts helplessly against his mate.
Scott trails his mouth from the mark on Isaac’s Adam’s apple up to his ear, his
voice soft and dark, “Are you still open from this morning, still wet with my
seed?”
Isaac keened, nodding fervently before rocking to position Scott’s cock at his
opening. He had made sure to keep himself from healing, wanting to stay open,
wanting to feel the emptiness.  As he pressed down, the stretch was still a
little tight, the burn delicious enough that his vision even whitened out a
little when he felt Scott’s balls against him. He could already feel Scott’s
cock thickening at the base as he rode, pressing a whimper into Scott’s throat
as it stretched him further with each thrust.
Without warning Scott grabbed his hips roughly, pulling him down until he was
forced to take his knot completely, “Yeah, that’s right Isaac, you love my
knot. You love it when I tie us together like this, don’t you?”
“Yeah, yeah, love it. Love you.” Unable to move up and down, he was circling
his hips desperately, trying to find release by rocking Scott’s cock against
his prostate, almost missing the look of adoration that broke through the lust
on Scott’s face.
“I love you too Isaac, you know that right. I love you so much. You’re my mate,
I couldn’t go on without you.” Isaac stilled, his eyes trailing slowly up
Scott’s torso before finally locking their gaze together.
“Scott, you are the most important person to me, you know that don’t you?” he
did know that, but it was good to hear, so good to hear.
He tried to distract Isaac from the way his heart refused to beat normally
after their confessions, circling and thrusting against him, but the watery
happiness in his eyes remained even through both of their completions.
Once they finally made it to Scott’s house, they took a shower before tumbling
into bed, still slightly damp and gloriously happy with life.
“Thank you Scott, for giving this to me.” He pressed his face to the crook of
his neck, trying to avoid eye contact and hiding his embarrassed blush, both
knowing he didn’t mean the sex.
They fell asleep like that, Scott’s arms wrapped protective and possessive
around his hips until the sun broke through the curtains the next morning.
End Notes
     Okay, so I finished this at about 1 in the morning, I'll probably
     come back tomorrow and be horrified at how awful it is and how many
     mistakes I missed but whatever. Posting it anyway. Comments and
     feedback always appreciated.
     xx
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