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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:
      Angst
  Series:
      Part 1 of Tumblr_prompts
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-10-04 Words: 462
****** How Do You Say Goodbye? ******
by sparklesdani_(dgsm11)
Summary
     Derek's tired of Stiles getting hurt. He knows what he should to stop
     it, but he doesn't know how to.
Notes
     dandelionn-wine prompted me for "angsty stiles/derek porn" and
     hopefully this is angsty enough!
     This is the first of many drabbles I will be doing for tumblr
     prompts. They will all be posted in a series, but they should all be
     standalone one-shots.
See the end of the work for more notes
“You know, you don’t actually blend into the shadows, wolf man.” Stiles
chuckles as he stares into the corner where he knows Derek is lurking.
“I’m just... looking out for you,” Derek huffs out.
“You could do that on the bed.” Stiles waggles his eyebrows suggestively at
Derek. So, they have a thing. A sexy thing. That they don’t talk about. Stiles
is fine with that as long as he gets laid.
“Your ribs...”
“Are wrapped up and not broken. Don’t act like you don’t like the idea of doing
all the work, macho man.” Stiles snorts.
Derek winces as he remembers Stiles’s pained cry as the rouge omega threw him
into a tree. He knows the boy must be in a lot of pain, even though Derek can
sense the acrid smell of prescription drugs around him. “You’re drugged up,
Stiles. It wouldn’t be right.”
“I’m not seeing heffalumps and woozles yet. You can come sex me up now.”
“Heffa-what?” Derek cocks an eyebrow.
“Heffalumps and woozles. Winnie the Pooh? No? God, you had a deprived
childhood.”
Derek sighs, hating himself with every step that brings him closer to Stiles.
He kicks off his shoes and crawls under the covers with the boy. Only, he’s not
a boy anymore. He’s about to graduate high school and Derek can see the dark
circles under his eyes and he knows those aren’t from late night study
sessions. The fine lines around Stiles’s mouth aren’t from smiles anymore.
They’re from frowning down at old, dusty books, discussing Latin with Lydia,
trying to make mountain ash listen to him.
Derek’s careful when he leans over Stiles, kissing him without touching any of
the sore spots. He can’t resist the desperate sounds Stiles is making and
reaches his hand into Stiles’s sweats and wraps a hand around the younger man’s
cock. He strokes it just the way he knows Stiles likes it, long and slow with a
thumb tracing the underside, along the vein.
Stiles breaks the kiss, knowing he’ll probably end up ramming their teeth
together because he’s so close, bucking wildly against Derek’s fist. He comes
with Derek’s name on his lips, just a soft exhalation of breath, not quite a
sigh.
Derek pulls his hand out and wipes it off with the tissues Stiles keeps on the
nightstand. Ignoring his own erection, he stretches out on his back and lets
Stiles rest his head on his chest. Derek knows he needs to let go, not let this
go on any longer before they get attached. They can’t get attached. If they do,
Stiles won’t leave. If he doesn’t leave, Stiles will never be safe, he’ll
always be here fighting the pack’s battles.
Derek needs to said goodbye.
He just doesn’t know how to.
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