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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
  Additional Tags:
      Barebacking, Car_Sex, Breeding, Rough_Sex, 69_(Sex_Position), Rimming,
      cum-eating, Blow_Jobs, Swallowing, Sweat, sterek, Stiles'_jeep_is_more
      than_enough_room, 1x04_Magic_Bullet, Loss_of_Virginity
  Series:
      Part 2 of Unrated_Scenes_That_Were_Cut_From_The_Show
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-11-11 Words: 2337
****** Getting Ridden is Relaxing Don't You Think? ******
by ColetheWolf
Summary
     With Scott taking his precious time finding the bullet that can save
     Derek's life, Stiles has to find a way to keep Derek relaxed.
     Barebacking his cock might do the trick.
Notes
     I've decided to go back and write fics as little in-between scenes
     from Teen Wolf episodes. This is following the plot-line of episode
     1x04 "Magic Bullet"
See the end of the work for more notes
“I hate you for this so much.” Stiles speaks through his teeth almost hissing
angrily at Scott before he’s peeling out of the Beacon Hills High parking lot.
Derek is sitting in the passenger seat of his jeep, looking paler than ever. It
wasn’t really explained to him on what was actually happening. He knows that
Derek has been shot and that Scott needs to find some special bullet that’s in
Allison’s house. But other than that, he’s just driving along the road with a
bleeding werewolf in his car.
Stiles drives down the road towards Derek’s house. His blood is boiling, his
teeth are gritting together out of sheer frustration. Babysitting a bloodied
werewolf really wasn’t on his list for relaxing after school activities.
Derek’s mess of a house is a good 45 minutes away from where he is currently
and he’s cooped up in his jeep with a dude would smells like a month old slab
of rotten meat. Stiles gags as Derek continues trying to get comfortable on the
rock that Stiles calls his passenger seat.
Stiles swallows down the words of irritation he wants to yell out and pulls out
his cell-phone. Yeah, it’s sure as hell illegal to text and drive in the state
of California, but he’s pretty sure smelling like rotted meat is even more
illegal. Or at least it should be. Damn, Derek seriously needs to be doused in
a tub full of Febreze. “Such a vomit inducing smell, God!” Stiles thinks to
himself as he types a text to Scott.
[Did you find it yet?]
He presses send and puts the phone in his lap while he tries to figure out
which upcoming exit is the right one. His phone vibrates and he picks it up to
see what Scott has replied with. “Please have found it. Please have found it.”
Stiles thinks to himself as he clicks on the little symbol of an envelope
labeled “1 new message”. He reads it.
[Need more time.]
Stiles throws his phone down back into his lap annoyed by the answer he wasn’t
looking forward to. “Come on…” Stiles mutters under his breath and looks over
to Derek who is sweating profusely.
“Eh! Try not to bleed out on my seats, okay?! We’re almost there.” Stiles snaps
at Derek.
“Almost where?” Derek grumbled out, looking like he was about to drift off into
werewolf heaven right then and there.
Stiles exhaled loudly. “Your house…” Stiles says.
Derek immediately shoots back to reality looking seemingly worried. “What?”
Derek asks, sounding kind of nasally in fact. Almost like he was coming down
with a cold. “No, you can’t take me there.” Derek finishes out with heavy
breaths.
“I can’t take you to your own house?!” Stiles raged in disbelief. Why the hell
didn’t Derek say something before he drove about 10 miles and took the damn
exit towards the Hale house?
“Not when I can’t protect myself…” Derek explains.
Stiles had had it. He pulls off to the side of road and switches off his
engine. He turns to face the man who literally looked like death. But it didn’t
matter. Stiles didn’t feel any sympathy. He was tired, annoyed and just wanted
to go home.
“What happens if Scott doesn’t find your little magic bullet? Hmm? Are you
dying?!” Stiles shouts into Derek’s face, eager for an answer.
“Not yet. I have a last resort.” Derek chokes.
“What do you mean?! What last resort—“ Stiles asks in almost laughing in
aggravation. Derek pulls up the sleeve of his shirt to reveal a deep, bleeding
bullet wound on his forearm. “Oh. My. God. What is that?” Stiles asks, looking
away from the disgusting thing that has just seared his eyes.
“Oh, is that contagious? You know you should probably just get out…” Stiles
offers pointing at the side of the road.
Derek shakes his head looking like he’s ready to just murder the teen. He sighs
loudly. “Start the car. Now.” Derek orders.
“Yea, I don’t think you should be barking orders with the way you look, okay?
And in fact, I think if I wanted to, I could probably drag your little werewolf
ass into the middle of the road and leave you for dead!” Stiles threatens. It
actually feels good to let out some of his stress.
“Start the car. Or I’m going to rip your throat out…with my teeth.” Derek warns
and stares into Stiles’ eyes. They lock into a stare for a few seconds before
Stiles gives in and starts the car back up. He isn’t sure if Derek would really
do that to him, but he doesn’t want to risk getting murdered.
By now it’s night time and they drive around Beacon Hills waiting for Scott to
call or at least answer one of the numerous text Stiles has sent over. Derek is
slouched in the passenger seat, breathing loudly and getting paler by the
minute.
Stiles starts talking. “Look, I’m sorry for not seeming like I care about you
dying. I don’t want to see anyone die, even if you aren’t the friendliest of
people,” Stiles pauses and looks to see Derek staring at him with sunken eyes.
“I’m not going to let you die, okay. Scott is going to call any minute now, and
everything will be fine Derek.”
He puts his hand on Derek’s thigh and squeezes, trying to comfort him. “Just
relax. Sit back, close your eyes and seriously relax…” Stiles pauses for a
minute only to listen to Derek’s unsteady breathing. He obviously isn’t trying
to relax. Stiles smirks slightly at the idea that pops into his head as he
keeps his eyes on the empty road ahead. “Okay, if you’re not going to relax…I’m
going to have to make you myself.” Stiles snickered.
With his left hand on the steering wheel, Stiles lets his right hand graze over
Derek’s un-erect cock. He squeezes at Derek’s crotch with a smile on his face.
“W—What are you going Stiles?” Derek asks.
“Making you relax.” Stiles answers and takes his hand off Derek’s hardening
junk to remain control on his driving. “Get yourself hard for me. Come on
Derek.” Stiles orders.
Derek is kind of shocked, but it certainly wasn’t the first time Stiles had
left him speechless. Derek reaches down to his cock with his uninjured hand and
plays with himself through the fabric of his jeans.
“Come on. Take it out for me. Get it hard for me.” Stiles demands in a sort of
light, and jokingly tone.
Derek unbuckles his belt and pulls his pants down to his ankles even though
excruciating pain in surging up and down his bad arm. “I thought you were
supposed to make me relax. Jerking myself off isn’t relaxing especially since
my arm feels like fucking knives are digging into it!” Derek sneers.
“Oh I am most definitely going to make you relax.” Stiles laughs, beginning to
get hard himself.
He pulls off to an unlit part of the road and turns off the engine. He
unbuckles his seatbelt and reaches over Derek, pressing a lever that reclines
the passenger seat into a fully laid back position. Stiles is rushing while he
does the same to the driver’s side seat and now both of them are in a laid back
position. Stiles removes Derek’s shoes and pulls his pants completely off,
throwing them to the floor of his jeep.
Stiles goes to remove Derek’s shirt, but remembers that Derek’s arm is in pain.
So he pushes that idea away and lays down onto his back. Still rushing, Stiles
pulls off his own shoes and throws them. They fly onto the dashboard and make
an extremely loud bang as they make contact with the glass of the windshield.
Stiles doesn’t care that his windshield could be broken and just continues to
undress. He pulls his pants off and smiles over to Derek who is laying there
stroking his cock idly.
Stiles is way too aroused to take off his shirt. “Well, I guess we’re both
doing this with our shirts on.” Stiles thinks to himself.
Stiles slaps Derek’s hand away, stopping him from continuing to stroke his
cock. He then spits onto the pulsing hard on. Stiles slicks it up with the
saliva then gets on top of Derek.
“What are you doing? I thought you—“ Derek begins protesting Stiles’ action
when Stiles interrupts.
“Thought I was going to blow you? No. I’m giving you something much more stress
relieving.” Stiles implies with stifled laughter.
Stiles then lines Derek’s slick cock up with his virgin hole.
“You’re not even open.” Derek empathizes.
“If you tell anyone this, I’ll deny it… But during sixth period I went to the
bathroom in the back of the school—the one that no one ever uses—and I fingered
myself for a good ten minutes or so. I’m stretched. I’m horny. I’m ready. And
I’m going to ride you nice and hard until you’re relaxed.” Stiles explains
before sliding down slowly on Derek’s dick.
Stiles moans as it slips in. Wow. Stiles wasn’t lying when he said he had
fingered himself in sixth period, but holy fuck did it not make a difference.
He didn’t know if the magic bullet was doing some sort of freaky magic on the
size of Derek’s cock, making it bigger than humanly possible…but damn. It sure
is filling Stiles like he couldn’t even have imagined.
Stiles begins moving up and down on Derek. His hands are pressing against the
cold roof of his jeep as he rides Derek as hard as he can.
“HOLY FUCK DEREK!” Stiles howls as Derek’s cock stabs into his prostate. Stiles
speeds up, hoping to continue the amazing feeling. As it does continue, Stiles
is screaming.
“You are so fucking huge Derek. How are you this big? UGH! FUCK! Right there
Derek…right there” Stiles’ drunken lust-plastered phrases fill the jeep.
The windows are fogging up, and Stiles is sure the jeep is rocking back and
forth. Good thing nobody is driving by. The neck line of his shirt begins to
turn to a dark shade as sweat soaks into it.
Derek’s hair mats down with perspiration. He grips his hand on Stiles’ waist
encouraging the teen to keep going. His arm isn’t hurting anymore, or at least
he can’t feel any pain. The endorphins are obviously masking it.
Stiles stretches his neck down so that he is making out with Derek while he
rides him. Stiles is doing most of the work up until Derek decides to start
thrusting up deeper into Stiles. The teen shouts out while Derek keeps going,
thrashing into Stiles’ hole. For a virgin, Stiles sure knows how to dominate a
cock.
Stiles resumes making out with Derek, when Derek’s breathing begins to take a
different form.
“Pull me out Stiles. I’m gonna shoot. Pull me out.” Derek pleads to the boy who
is stilling shoving the thick cock farther up his ass.
“Finish inside me Derek. I want to feel it. Please.” Stiles answers back just
as Derek unloads. It blasts deep inside Stiles.
Stiles bites down on Derek’s bottom lip as he feels the hot, creamy deposit
take place. Derek’s lip begins to bleed and Stiles sucks on it. Derek’s toes
curl as pure ecstasy course through his veins. He’s shaking and quivering as he
digs his nails into Stiles’ side trying to keep himself from screaming.
“Fucking hot dude…I can feel that. God, that feels amazing.” Stiles moans into
Derek’s neck as he catches his breath. Derek’s load mixes inside of him. He
feels it dripping out of his stretched hole. Cum streaks down Derek’s length
while Stiles waits for Derek to finish pouring out every last drop of hot,
sticky cum. Stiles realizes that he didn’t bring towels or anything since this
was all completely spontaneous. If he pulls Derek out, he’s going to pour cum
and completely soak not only the interior of his jeep, but Derek as well.
“69. Now.” Derek demands with heavy breaths.
Stiles clenches his hole as hard as he can making sure hardly anything leaks
out as he switches into the 69 position. He knows what is on Derek’s mind. The
thought of it alone was bringing him closer to busting a nut like he’s never
before. Stiles takes Derek’s softening cock into his mouth, eating up the salty
mess that had flowed out of his insides and stuck to Derek’s pubes.
Derek begins lapping at the cum that is leaking in rivulets down to Stiles’
sac. Filthy, porno level sounds escape from his mouth as he uses his tongue to
shovel out the extremely abnormal amounts of cum dripping from Stiles’ hole.
When Derek finishes rimming his own jizz from the battered hole, he takes
Stiles’ hard cock in his mouth. He barely gets 20 seconds with his mouth
stretched around Stiles’ veiny cock before the teen is shooting hot steams down
his throat. Derek swallows as it comes out then licks his lips after it’s done
just to make sure he got it all.
Stiles gets off of Derek and lays down next to him. His body is drenched in
sweat. His hole is sore from the constant beating it took from Derek’ massive
dick and his dick is milked completely. Not even a drop of pre-cum is left.
“See, you’re relaxed now. Right?” Stiles asks.
“If I say no, will you let me pound you again?” Derek snickers.
“Ha. Nice try, but we gotta get you fixed up.” Stiles laughs as he playful pats
down on Derek’s abdomen. “Scott’s going to find that bullet soon, you’ll do
whatever you need to do with it, and then I’ll talk about the possibility of
letting you back in this ass.”
Stiles’ phone rings and he sits up smiling as he looks at the caller I.D. It’s
Scott. “Speak of the devil…” Stiles smirks as he answers the phone.
End Notes
     Any episodes you'd like me to "elaborate" on by writing missing
     scenes? Any things you want to happen?
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