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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, Scott_McCall_(Teen_Wolf)
  Additional Tags:
      Drunk_Stiles, stiles_is_a_slut, but_it's_totally_cool
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-07-17 Words: 2042
****** Drink Until I Ache ******
by codytoads
Summary
     Scott dumps a drunk Stiles on Derek late one night. Shameless fun
     ensues. Sterek
Notes
     I'm a weirdo and sometimes I stay up 'till 3 in the morning with
     ideas about boys making the smoochy smooch. And season three of Teen
     Wolf isn't making it any better. I guess this could be considered
     dubious consent since Stiles is intoxicated, but here's some mindless
     Sterek sexiness for your reading pleasure.
     Excuse any typos!
See the end of the work for more notes
Derek finally had the peace and quiet he's been aching for. After a whole
summer of no disturbances, no kanima, no hunters, and certainly no annoying
teenagers bugging him every five seconds, Derek found himself wrapped up in his
comfortable bed. A good nap was long overdue and the alpha was just about to
indulge in one until.
There was a knock on his door.
Fuck. He thought to himself. He finally had one good night! Why can't he just
relax for once? Derek decided that he'd just ignore the person threatening to
ruin his rest, but whoever was knocking was persistent. Kicking off his
blankets, Derek let out of groan of defeat as he got up and dragged his feet
across his spacious loft. It served as a much better living space than the
burnt out Hale House.
Rubbing his eye with the palm of his hand, Derek opened the front door to find
a nervous Scott with Stiles wrapped around him. Before Derek could even
question the strange position they were in, Stiles detached himself away from
his friend and glomped onto the older man. "Scott, you didn't tell me we were
going to Derek's place! I love this guy!" he shouted in a drunken slur.
"Mind letting me in on this, Scott?" Derek asked. His jaw tightens as he
cracked his knuckles. Oh, yeah. He was very pissed about this.
Shrugging his shoulders, Scott offered an awkward grin. "We were at Heather's
birthday party and he sorta bit off a little more than he could chew liquor
wise."
Derek's eyes flashed crimson and Scott started at his shoes. "So why am I stuck
with him?" Derek asked doing his best to ignore Stiles' roaming hands.
"His dad's the sheriff! He'd freak if I brought him home. Plus, if I took him
to my house, my mom would give me the third degree about letting him drink."
Scott tried to stand his ground, but damn it, Derek's face was intimidating.
"So bringing him here was the only option?" Derek's voice started getting
angrier causing the hair's on the back of Scott's neck to stand up a bit.
The beta sighed and rolled his eyes, "Well, I guess you're right, Derek. Here,
think of it this way." Derek motioned for Scott to continue, but instead he
started running. "Tag, you're it!"
Realizing what just happened, Derek yelled Scott's name, but the teen kept
running. "Fucking shit." he muttered under his breath and shut the door.
Carrying Stiles proved to be immensely difficult as the human kept writhing in
Derek's grip. Tired of the commotion, the alpha dropped Stiles on his couch.
"Get some sleep." he demanded.
However, before Derek could leave the room, a hand grabbed his wrist and he was
met with Stiles' amber eyes. A dopey smile formed on his face an he laced his
fingers with Derek's. "Can I sleep in your bed?"
Now this was starting to get fucking annoying. Smacking Stiles' hand away,
Derek Started walking back to his bed. "Shut up and go to sleep, Stiles."
"Come on, Derek! I promise that I'll be quiet!" Stiles whined. He covered his
mouth in an exaggerating fashion as if to prove his point.
"No," the alpha stated in a stern voice. That seemed to get the boy to quiet
down. Finally. Despite the unwelcome house guest, Derek climb on his bed and
tried to get some sleep.
When it seemed that every thing was fine and dandy, Derek rolled over on his
side and noticed that he wasn't alone. His eyes shot open and beside him was
Stiles, in nothing but his boxers, curled up in the fetal position. "You've got
to me fucking kidding me."
"Inside voices, sourwolf." Stiles whispered rolling around to face Derek.
"Get out of my bed." Derek demanded. His voice rising in anger. Instead Stiles
just rolled back into his previous position causing Derek growl in displeasure.
"Fine, but try anything and I'll rip out your spine."
A quiet laugh escaped from Stiles' mouth. He squirmed a little bit until he
found just the right spot. "Night, Derek."
Derek hated this whole situation. The first thing he's going to do when he
wakes up in morning is get rid of the sixteen year old piece of jail bait
wrapped up in his bed, then kill Scott. Ah, yes. The thought of Scott screaming
in pain was just the thing to get an angry alpha drift into a deep slumber.
 
                                     x-x-x
 
It's around three in the morning when Derek wakes up again. This time for an
entirely different reason. He was aware that Stiles was stubborn and wouldn't
leave his bed, but he didn't anticipate the feeling of fingernails dragging
across his skin. Scratching along his shoulders, arms, and sometimes along his
broad chest down to his stomach. It even threatens to go near the "danger
zone". All the while, Derek's cock was getting harder by the second.
I should not be turned on by this. I should not be turned on by this.Derek
repeated the mantra over and over in his head, but who's he kidding? He's
laying in bed with a minor, getting all hot and bothered, and now there's a
tent in his pants.
"Stiles," he practically moans. Why is he getting so worked up on just a few
light touches?
The perpetrator in Derek's shameful series of moans and groans shifts in bed.
His eyes idly loll open as he gives the alpha a wicked grin. "Good morning,
Sunshine."
"Get your hands off of me." Derek panted, but honestly, he was enjoying is so
much.
Even though he was still a bit tired, Stiles caught sight of Derek and decided
to punish him a bit more. He slipped his long fingers past Derek's waistband.
The heat coming from his half hard dick was just enough to get Stiles to melt.
He rubbed his own (sadly clothed) cock against the sheets and stifled out a
moan. He held Derek's length in his hand for a while before giving it a nice
slow stroke making the older man let out an involuntary growl.
"Stop it," Derek whined gripping his bed sheets in his hands just to have
something to hold on to. Stiles chuckled and continued.
"Oh, but haven't you wanted this so badly?" Stiles coos as he keeps stroking
Derek. He doesn't dare pick up the pace. We wouldn't want Derek coming too
early now. "You've never thought about it?"
And god damn it, Derek has.
Sometimes during pack meetings, Stiles just sits there. He always has to
something with his hands or his mouth. Derek tries not to stare, but the way he
just bites his lip when he's thinking. God, he's just so fuckable, Derek wants
to pin him to his bed and pound his tight little ass until he can't walk
straight. However, these are bad thoughts and Derek knows this. So why isn't he
swatting Stiles' hand away?
"You're drunk." Derek mutters, "It wouldn't be right.
Having enough of Derek being a buzz kill, Stiles got on top of him and stroked
a bit harder. He leaned down and kissed Derek's neck, practically sucking on
the skin. "Come on, Derek. Fuck me like this. With me on top, you don't have to
do most of the work. In fact, you get to watch."
Note to self: Alcohol makes Stiles extremely slutty.While Derek wants to take
the boy's tempting offer, he's gotta think clearly here. "Stiles, you're too
young."
A sigh escape from Stiles' mouth as he ran his fingers all over Derek's body.
"Don't tell me the big bad wolf is afraid of Little Red Riding Hood?"
Good God he's touching him again and it feels so fucking good. "Did Little Red
try to fuck the wolf?"
"Maybe not in the Disney version." Stiles clipped back leaving marks on Derek's
neck. "Please, sourwolf? Prove to me that you're not all talk. Show me what an
alpha can do."
And that's what did it.
Within seconds, Stiles is on his back and both males' clothes are on the other
side of the room. Derek's hovering over him with a beastly look in his eyes.
"Legs. Spread 'em." he orders and Stiles complies quickly. He wraps his legs
around Derek's waist as Derek grabs hold of his hands. "If we're doing this,
it's my way." he pants out, taking Stiles' cock in his other hand. "You can't
touch yourself."
"Fuck, fuck," Stiles sobs. "Whatever you say just don't fucking stop."
A cheshire smile spreads on Derek's face as he leans down to kiss Stiles' lips.
Soon his mouth travels down to the boy's jaw line, neck, throat and going
further and further down south until, "Oh, my God, Derek!" Stiles wails when
the alpha licks at the head of his dick. He slowly runs his tongue along
Stiles' sizable length before taking him in. Derek decides to punish the teen
by going incredibly stagnant, just enough to bring Stiles on the brink of
climax. "God, let me come, please."
Derek sucks at Stiles a bit, but doesn't let him come. When the boy begs for
it, Derek backs off with a pop!"Not yet, Stiles." he says ignoring Stiles'
whimpering. Derek reaches over to his nightstand and pulled out a bottle of
lube from the drawer. After slathering a considerable amount on his fingers, he
inserts one of them in Stiles' tight hole.
Stiles bites down hard on his lip to stop himself from screaming. Fuck, it hurt
really bad, but he wanted this. His mind was still hazy from all the beers he
downed at Heather's birthday party, but he tried his best to focus on his
breathing while Derek worked his finger inside him.
It wasn't long until there were three fingers in Stiles' ass and the teen was
about to lose it. His aching cock was long forgotten to the alpha and it just
was not fair. "Derek, please let me come. I don't know if I can hold it."
"You don't have to wait much longer." Derek says as he coated his dick with
more lube. He positioned himself in front of Stiles' entrance. Just to be a
jerk, Derek teased it causing a string of unmentionable words to escape from
Stiles' lips.
"Ah, fuck!" the boy wipes the sweat from his face and tugs on his hair. "D-
derek, I can't!"
The alpha rubs his length on Stiles' hole harder, relishing every moment. "What
is it, Stiles?"
"Fuck me," he urges, his entire body craves Derek's cock to be in him, to come
hard. "Please!"
And with that, Derek rams balls deep inside Stiles and he screams. There is no
sweet subtle movements as Derek thrusts hard and fast, taking in the scent of
Stiles. The lascivious sound of skin on skin filling the room is too much to
bear and Stiles is ready to blow. Derek takes the teen's red cock and pumps it
at a breakneck past.
It doesn't take long for Stiles to come, but when he does, his mouth makes an
obscene "O" as if any words will fall on deaf ears. The sticky substance
trickling down his stomach is a gorgeous view as Derek keeps bucking into him,
his fingers leave bruising marks all over Stiles' body.
Derek comes with a loud growl and collapses on Stiles. The two young men try to
catch their breath. Stiles lightly presses his lips against Derek's and, with
some difficulty after being fucked in the ass, moves around in the bed so he
and Derek end up spooning.
And despite having the best lay of his life, Derek still has to say it, "You
know this is incredibly wrong and can't happen again, right?"
Stiles smiles and closes his eyes. "Nighty night, sourwolf."
 
Hours later, Stiles wakes up lucid and with a dull ache pounding in his head.
He noticed Derek against him and suddenly fragments of last night start to
piece together. He wriggles out of Derek's embrace and dresses himself, when
everything's said and done, Stiles kisses Derek's forehead and leaves the loft
with silent promises of more fun to come.
However this time, Stiles will be sober.
End Notes
     Haha... Stiles is a drunken slut.
     And I love referring to him as "jail bait" because he totally is.
     And I'm terrible at writing sex and this ending was rushed.
     But if y'all love me can I get some kudos?
     codytoads.tumblr.com
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