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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Danny_Mahealani/Stiles_Stilinski_(one_sided)
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Sheriff_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      First_Time, Coming_Out, Community:_mating_games
  Collections:
      Mating_Games:_The_Teen_Wolf_Pornation_Weekly_Challenges_Revealed
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-04-28 Words: 747
****** Heck Yeah, Dressed Like That ******
by kumo
Summary
     For the Teen Wolf Mating Games - Challenge 1: First Times/Last Times
      
     The last time Stiles uses his sexuality to get out of trouble is also
     the first time he truly acknowledges the reality of it.
The last time Stiles uses his sexuality to get out of trouble is also the first
time he truly acknowledges the reality of it.
His father is standing outside the Mahealani house, arms crossed over his
uniformed chest. The rolling lights from the cruiser dance across his face in
harsh flickers, somehow highlighting his disappointment and frustration as he
sighs and says "Stiles, if you don't stop making jokes like that I'm going to
start taking you seriously."
Stiles is quiet for once as he climbs into the front of the cruiser, struggling
with the realization that his father’s threat is quite possibly the exact thing
he hopes would happen.
 
He’s thinking of Danny as he explores the idea more physically in the sanctuary
of his own bedroom. It’s not exactly the first time this has happened - Stiles
has an equal opportunity policy when it comes to engaging his imagination for
his own relief. But it is the first time he gives weight to his fantasies. The
first time he vividly imagines how it would actually feel to have those
shoulders under his hands and god to have Danny’s hand stroking him exactly
like this. To have Danny’s eyes flashing red and intense just as Stiles spills
himself all over...wait, what? Shit.
Stiles is a realistic guy and he realizes that there’s a limit to the amount of
self-honesty he is capable of in one night, so he cleans himself up and numbs
his brain with Halo until he can pass out.
 
It takes him nearly a week to come to terms with the horrifying fact that he
totally and completely wants to get with Derek Hale. And that’s rough news,
really. It would have been nice if he could’ve set his sights on a less
threatening piece of ass. Because as it is...
“Hey, Derek, are you wearing space pants?”
“Shut the fuck up, Stiles.”
 
Nearly two months later and Stiles is shoved against his bedroom door in a way
that is probably supposed to be threatening but instead has Stiles struggling
not to press forward into Derek’s ridiculous body. Stiles licks his lips and
wishes there was something he could think of other than the fact that even when
they’re full of loathing Derek has really nice eyes.
“Did anyone ever tell you you’ve got gorgeous eyes?”
Something flashes across Derek’s face, nearly too fast to catch, but Stiles
sees it and thinks that people need to tell Derek how sexy he is much more
often if it still takes him by surprise.
“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Derek says, wrenching Stiles’ t-shirt a bit
tighter and slamming him against the door again.
It’s one of those moments where Stiles has too many thoughts running through
his head to catch hold of any one of them properly. It’s moments like these
where his impulse control takes over, cuts through the complications and acts
on his behalf. As his mouth presses warmly against Derek’s he can’t help but be
a little bit grateful for that arrangement. He’s even more grateful when Derek
is fiercely kissing him back, hand releasing its death grip on Stiles’ shirt to
slide up and possessively grip the back of Stiles’ neck instead.
Derek slides his other hand down Stiles’ stomach, rubs it against Stiles’ hard-
on through his jeans. He presses his forehead against Stiles’, breathing hot
against his face. “Dammit, Stiles,” he grumbles, hands working together to
clumsily open Stiles’ pants. He slides a hand into Stiles briefs, hand wrapping
firmly around Stiles’ cock. Derek rubs his face against Stiles neck, stubble
rough against Stiles’ skin and Stiles can no longer be held responsible for the
sounds he is making.
Stiles gets a handful of Derek’s hair and tugs him into another kiss. Derek
retracts his hand, and Stiles learns to move across a room without breaking a
kiss, tries not to trip over Derek’s feet as they pause near Stiles’ bed.
Stiles unbuckles Derek’s belt only to eagerly slide his hand into Derek’s pants
without bothering to undo the fastenings. The edge of Derek’s waistband cuts
into the skin on Stiles’ wrist, but he can’t possibly care because he’s finally
got his hand wrapped around Derek.
“Shit,” Derek gasps with a glance toward the open window. “Your father’s nearly
up the stairs.”
“Good,” Stiles breathes out, pulling a confused looking Derek down onto the
bed. Stiles kisses him with renewed resolve as his bedroom door swings open.
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