Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/1064878.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Stiles_is_17, Virgin_Sacrifice, stiles_does_stupid_shit, derek_catches
      him, and_then_there's_porn, Basically_PWP, First_Time, Virginity, I_know
      this_is_overdone, i_don't_care, it's_fun, Oops, this_is_turing_out_longer
      than_I_expected, Bottom_Derek, Top_Stiles, Topping_from_the_Bottom,
      Awkwardness, Switching, Accidental_Knotting, but_in_an_awkward_and_funny
      way
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-12-01 Completed: 2013-12-08 Chapters: 6/6 Words: 7265
****** Just Do It ******
by ReadItAll
Summary
     ----edited and completed as of Jan. 11 2015.----
     "He never expected this.
     Fuck.
     Being a virgin at age 17 was nothing to write home about. Even being
     the only virgin in your group of friends was relatively common.
     But being a 17-year-old virgin about to give it up to a complete
     stranger in the restroom of a gay club out of literal fear for your
     life?
     That one might be a bit peculiar."
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Interruption *****
He never expected this.
Fuck.
Being a virgin at age 17 was nothing to write home about. Even being the only
virgin in your group of friends was relatively common.
But being a 17-year-old virgin about to give it up to a complete stranger in
the restroom of a gay club out of literal fear for your life?
That one might be a bit peculiar.
Stiles is realizing this, of course, right about 95% too late. His pants are
around his ankles and his forehead is pressed into the grime-covered wall
between his forearms. He isn’t even entirely sure what the guy standing behind
him said his name was, the club was loud and he had pulled him into the
bathroom pretty quickly. So, all things considered, this may not have been the
best decision.
The second he hears the guy behind him pull two spit-slicked fingers out of his
mouth and not promptly search for real lube, Stiles knows how stupid this was.
There’s a damp finger just starting to rub against him when he hears a loud
knock at the door.
“Busy in here.” The guy, Jason? Jacob? John? Stiles is pretty sure it started
with a J, calls out calmly.
Apparently that was a bad idea. Stiles’ breath catches in his throat when he
hears a low growl and the door start to shake.
“What the fuck, dude, I said it’s busy!” The guy probably going to be brutally
murdered by an enraged werewolf shouts over his shoulder as he pushes the tip
of his index finger just past Stiles’ rim.
“STILES.” Derek’s voice is loud enough to hear above the blaring music just
outside the bathroom door, but not quite loud enough to get across the level of
fucked Stiles is feeling right about now.
“OKAY. HANG ON. Fuck.” Stiles pushes himself off the wall, dislodging the
stranger’s finger and knocking into him briefly.
“Who the fuck is that?” The guy asks him as they both pull their pants back up.
“Don’t worry about it.”
Stiles pulls open the bathroom door with his belt still hanging loosely around
his waist. Derek glances down at it and raises his eyebrows at him. The guy,
Jared? stumbles past them and back towards the dance floor.
“What, like you didn’t know exactly what was about to happen in there?” Stiles
pushes at Derek’s chest to get him out of the way. He knows that it’s a futile
effort, but, hey, he likes to pretend. Being the only relatively defenseless
human in a pack of werewolves, hunters, and Lydia isn't terrifying on a daily
basis or anything.
“Your heart rate jumped.”
“No shit. That tends to happen when you’re about to hook up with someone in
semi-public.” Stiles does his best to ignore the halfhearted concern peeking
out at him through Derek’s eyes.
“You didn’t smell aroused.” His eyebrows jump up again, but the bridge of his
nose doesn't do that cute little pinch thing, so this time Stiles can tell it’s
an intentional move. He was legitimately worried and is trying to play it off.
Stiles just thought of him as cute. Shit. He thinks he might faint.
“Wait one hot second, you can smell that?!?”
“On you? Practically 24/7.”
“Fuck.”
Pushing his way through the crowd and out the front doors with his belt still
flopping around, his cheeks redder than they’ve been since Scott stumbled upon
his not quite as vanilla as maybe his best friend had expected porn stash, and
Derek trailing after him is sadly not the most incriminating thing Stiles has
ever done.
That doesn’t stop Derek from following him though.
In fact, Derek follows him to the Jeep and gets in the passenger side without
another word. Stiles huffs out a sigh.
“Fine. But we are so talking about this later, Sour wolf.” Stiles starts the
jeep, puts it in gear, and speeds just a little on the way across town.
Stiles pulls up to Derek’s weird middle of nowhere apartment and doesn’t bother
putting the jeep in park. Most likely, Derek is just going to get out, slam his
door, and sulk up to his den without saying another word. He’s done his duty.
Stiles’ virginity is intact. Congratulations.
"Stiles.” His voice makes Stiles jump a little. Which makes him pull his foot
up off the break, which- “Park, Stiles.”
"Fine.”
The jeep firmly parked in the practically empty lot, Stiles flops down as far
into his seat as he can.
Derek sighs. He sounds frustrated. Stiles can’t imagine why.
“Get out of the car and come upstairs. We’re going to talk about your apparent
disregard for your own safety.” With that, Derek slams his door and comes
around to the driver’s side. He pulls open the door and reaches across to undo
the seatbelt Stiles is still resolutely wearing.
His upper arm brushes across Stiles’ chest as he undoes the seatbelt, and
Stiles can feel the warmth seeping into him through even the briefest of
contact. Fuck. And he can smell arousal. Stiles is 100% screwed.
And not even in the fun way.
He gets out of the jeep and follows Derek into the elevator anyway.
Derek doesn’t say anything when they get inside. Not that Stiles is surprised.
Derek is annoyingly quiet any time he isn’t threatening Stiles’ life.
He probably shouldn’t find that as attractive as he does.
Of course, when Derek finally does open his mouth, it’s not at all what Stiles
expects.
“You’re afraid of being a sacrifice. Still.” Derek is frustratingly spot on.
"Yes.”
“The sacrifices have moved on.”
“I realize that.”
“The healers are the ones being targeted now.”
“Yup.”
“You’re still afraid.”
"Got it in one.”
Derek is frowning at him. But he doesn’t look frustrated anymore. Just
confused. He steps towards Stiles.
“You’re not gay.”
"Nope. I’m bi. I think. Definitely into dick. And Lydia. But, you know.”
Derek rolls his eyes, seemingly relieved that Stiles is talking again. He turns
around and walks off down a hallway.
“Follow me.”
Stiles opens and closes his mouth a few times before deciding not to comment.
He wanders off after him.
When Stiles reaches the end of the hallway, Derek is shirtless and digging
around in the drawer next to his bed.
“Um.” Stiles does his impersonation of a fish again. “That’s. I don’t. What?”
"You’re afraid. You don’t want to be a virgin anymore.” Derek pulls the lube
out of the drawer and tosses it onto the bed before turning to face him.
“…yes.” Stiles gulps.
“You were willing to fuck a stranger, someone you literally knew nothing about,
in a bathroom in a club in order to not be a virgin anymore.” Derek crosses his
arms and Stiles gets a fabulous view of his pecs flexing.
“That sounds a lot worse when you say it out loud.”
“It’s dangerous.”
“I’m starting to get that, yeah.” Stiles stares blankly ahead, too lost in the
view of a shirtless Derek to realize he’s still just standing there like an
idiot.
"Are you going to make me say it?”
"What?”
Derek raises his eyebrows again and—oh. Oh. OH. Holy shit.
“You’re gonna fuck me?!” Stiles hates the way his voice jumps up at the end.
What can he say, it matches his cock.
***** Confusion *****
"Are you going to make me say it?”
"What?”
Derek raises his eyebrows again and—oh. Oh. OH. Holy shit.
“You’re gonna fuck me?!” Stiles hates the way his voice jumps up at the end.
What can he say, it matches his cock.
Derek grins a little. His cheeks are flushed the tiniest bit, but it’s clear
now to Stiles that he’s trying a little too hard to play it off.
“What if I’d rather fuck you?”
The shocked look on Derek’s face is completely worth it.
“I figured it would be easier to get someone I don’t know to stick their dick
inside me than it would be to convince someone I don’t know to let me stick my
dick inside them.” Stiles is pretty sure he short circuited Derek’s brain. He’s
just standing there staring at him. Through him, really.
“I mean, I am totally down for having a dick all up in my business. But, you
know, I’d like to give it a go as pitcher, too.” Stiles is starting to think he
may have ruined his chance to have sex with the one person he never would have
hoped for.
Wait. That didn’t come out right.
“I mean. I’m really okay with the idea of having your dick in me. Like, died
and gone to heaven okay with it. Who am I to look a gift horse in the mouth?”
He’s rambling now, and he knows it. But Derek seems to finally have shaken
himself out of whatever stupor Stiles’ offhand smartass remark had knocked him
into, so Stiles counts it as a win.
“If you wanted to fuck someone, why did you offer to be fucked?” Derek is no
longer trying to feign control, and he seems to Stiles to have shifted back
into the confused and frustrated puppy he first met a year ago.
“It’s not so much that I prefer one to the other in general. Just that. Well.”
“Stiles.”
“I feel like you could benefit as much from a thorough fucking as I could. And
that it’s important to have someone to trust when your past experiences have
been shit. And that I’d like to think you trust me. And it’s kind of a huge
fantasy I’ve never actually let myself have, so—“
Having started pulling on the strings of his jacket the second Derek said his
name, Stiles was paying zero attention to Derek’s reaction. Which means that
the kiss catches him completely off guard.
Stiles feels Derek open his lips and press in a little harder as his brain
slowly catches up with his body. His stubble scrapes against the sensitive skin
at the corners of his mouth, and Stiles lets out a high-pitched giggle.
“Sorry!” Stiles tries valiantly to pull himself together.
It sort of works.
Derek beats him to it.
“Stiles.” He slides his hands, which had apparently been splayed across his
back (when did that happen?), up underneath the layers of shirts and jacket
covering his torso.
“Okay. Yes. To whatever. Just. Yes.” Stiles flings his arms up into the air and
tries not to blush when Derek chuckles as he pulls off his clothes.
Being half naked in front of an equally half naked person is completely
different when there’s a decent possibility of there being sex involved. And
the blush Stiles can feel creeping up into his ears is a whole new level of
embarrassment for him.
Derek can obviously tell he’s beyond uncomfortable right now, but instead of
saying anything he just tosses the shirts aside and brings his hands back to
his chest. He runs just the tips of his fingers over the sensitive skin around
Stiles’ nipples. After a brief moment of panicking over where to put his hands,
Stiles takes a deep breath and runs them gently up the sides of Derek’s torso.
“Oh god.” The skin there is soft. Much softer than he anticipated. And the way
Derek’s muscles jump under the light touch has the rest of his blood abruptly
rushing south.
Derek kisses him again. It’s a slow, light kiss; his lips seem barely there.
But they are, and it is glorious. Stiles opens his mouth just enough to pull in
Derek’s upper lip and suck gently on it, which pulls a somewhat startled
sounding moan from the other man.
“How do you want this?” Derek barely pulls away enough to get the words out,
breath trailing over Stiles’ lips and his arms wrapped tightly around him.
Cradling him against his body.
Stiles has never felt safer. He’s going to have to reevaluate that later.
“Can we do both? Like, what if the stupid Darach or any other bullshit witches
are homophobic or something? Who knows what they count as virginity! It could
be handjobs, blowjobs, penetration, penetrating, etc. Like, literally etc. Who
the fuck knows, you know?” Stiles runs himself out of breath as he goes,
panicking a little more with each suggestion. “Oh god. There are so many
loopholes. I’m going to die.”
Derek pulls him back against his body and uses one hand to press the back of
Stiles’ head gently until his face is buried in Derek’s neck. Stiles takes a
deep breath.
“You’re not going to die.”
“How do you know that?” His words are muffled, but Derek can hear them clearly.
“I won’t let you.”
“I feel like that shouldn’t be as comforting as it is.”
Derek squeezes him a little tighter and kisses the top of his head. Stiles
shifts against him.
“Oh.” Stiles can feel it now, hard and thick and pressing against his hip.
“You’re hard.”
Derek tenses and pulls his hips back.
“No! Come back, I was just surprised. I mean, I know you’re just doing this for
my safety and everything. So I figured you’d have to like, lie back and think
of England or whatever, but---“
“Stiles.” He pulls away from him entirely and steps back towards the bed.
“I trust you. Okay? And you know that I’m attracted to you. Apparently you can
freaking smell it. So just. Be honest with me here, okay?”
Derek doesn’t respond at first.
“Please. Dude. Just—“
“I think you’re infuriating.”
“Oh. Great. I’ll just—“
“Shut up.” Derek sits back on the bed and picks up the discarded lube. He
fiddles with it while he speaks. “I think you’re infuriating. And brave. And
loyal. And my wolf wants to pin you to the bed and tear into you. Fuck you
until you can't move or talk.”
“Oh.”
***** Red *****
“Shut up.” Derek sits back on the bed and picks up the discarded lube. He
fiddles with it while he speaks. “I think you’re infuriating. And brave. And
loyal. And my wolf wants to pin you to the bed and tear into you. Fuck you
until you can't move or talk.”
“Oh.”
Stiles takes a few steps towards the bed and pulls the bottle out of Derek’s
hands.
“I think I’d like that.”
The look Derek gives him makes his breath catch in his throat. There’s a hunger
in his eyes that Stiles never would have imagined could be for him. They bleed
red for a moment and Stiles feels his heart play the drums against his ribcage.
Derek closes his eyes and takes a deep breath in through his nose. They’re back
to normal when he opens them again, but the hunger is still there.
“You’re not afraid.”
“Not of you.”
The surprise on Derek’s face is evident. But he doesn’t try to dissuade him.
Instead, he pulls Stiles down onto his lap on the bed, and Stiles initiates the
kiss this time, but it doesn’t stay gentle for long.
Dropping the lube back onto the bed, Stiles grabs a handful of Derek’s hair and
tugs gently. His other hand cups the back of his neck and provides the illusion
of keeping him in place. Derek allows it. In fact, he seems to enjoy it.
Feeling brave, Stiles tears his mouth away from the bruising kiss and sucks a
hot trail down Derek’s jaw and nips lightly at his pulse point.
The result is instantaneous. Derek flips them over and has Stiles pinned to the
center of the bed before he has time to huff out a laugh. In retaliation, Derek
sucks a hickey into the crook of Stiles’ neck. He moans loudly.
“Please.”
“Please what?”
“Oh god. Are you into dirty talk? Tell me you’re into dirty talk. No don’t. I
don’t want to come in my pants. Fuck.”
“Fine. I won’t tell you then.”
Derek breathes his way down Stiles’ chest until his lips are poised above a
hardened nipple. He bites down gently, letting his blunt teeth drag just a
little as he pulls back up. He swirls his tongue around the tip and sucks
lightly. Stiles lets out a desperate moan.
“Sex is going to kill me.”
Derek pulls away from his nipple and licks a stripe up the center of his chest.
“It won’t kill you.” He sucks at the skin around Stiles’ collarbones.
“At least I won’t die a virgin. Oh.” Derek pushes himself up and looks down at
Stiles’ flushed face.
Apparently satisfied with whatever he found in Stiles’ expression, Derek
shuffles down the bed and flicks open the buttons on both of their pants. He
pulls Stiles’ down to his knees and leaves them for him to finish kicking off
as he pulls at his own zipper, leaving his pants hanging open just enough to
release some pressure.
He settles back onto the bed much lower than he started out, and Stiles can’t
help the flash of panic that surges through him. Derek looks up at him from
where he’s hovering just above his navel and sighs. There’s a softness in his
face that surprises Stiles.
“If at any point you decide you want to stop, tell me.” The honesty and
trepidation in his voice confuses Stiles briefly. And then he remembers who is
crouching between his legs.
“I won’t want to.”
“Stiles.”
“Okay. But I won’t.”
Derek sighs again and places a gentle kiss just above Stiles’ belly button.
Stiles’ boxers are tented and damp where his dick has leaked onto the fabric.
It is entirely unfair, in his opinion, that he’s not going to be able to wear
these back home. Sticky underwear is definitely not his thing. And it seems
like he’s been hard for hours.
Ha.
He thinks about that for a minute. What it would be like to have one of those
erections that lasts longer than four hours. And how awkward that would be to
have to explain to a doctor and—
His train of thought derails completely when Derek presses his lips to the
underside of Stiles’ cock. He’d been too distracted to notice the front of his
boxers being pulled down.
He definitely notices now.
Derek breathes deeply for a minute, lips pressed loosely against Stiles’
erection. He darts his tongue out between his lips and moves slowly up towards
the head, just tasting. Stiles’ nerves are on fire.
He makes the mistake of looking down.
Derek’s eyes are closed and his cheeks are red and his breathing is heavy.
Stiles can feel it against his skin. When he gets back up to the top of his
cock, Derek opens his eyes. They’re red again. Stiles slams his eyes shut and
tries to picture Coach in a bikini.
It doesn’t work.
Thankfully, Derek applying pressure to the base of his cock does. Stiles
whimpers and opens his eyes.
Derek doesn’t look smug. He looks almost confused.
“Eyes.” Stiles pants it out and sinks back into the pillows with a groan.
Stiles can feel Derek tense against him. And then Derek is suddenly in his face
and crashing their mouths together again. The kiss is heated and desperate. Too
soon, Derek pulls away.
And then he pulls away entirely.
“Where are you going?” Stiles can hear the whine in his own voice, but he’s
beyond caring at this point.
“Come here.” Derek is standing at the edge of the bed, and Stiles scoots closer
to him.
When his legs are dangling off the edge, Derek tears off his boxers and sinks
to his knees.
“Oh god.” Stiles has died and gone to heaven. There’s no other explanation.
Derek leans forward and presses Stiles’ thighs apart with his hands as he wraps
his lips around the head of his cock. He swirls his tongue around the tip,
collecting the precome and humming at the taste. Stiles swears.
Derek sinks down onto his cock. He takes it into his mouth so far Stiles can
feel the head brushing against the back of his throat, and then he takes it in
a little farther. Derek’s nose is brushing against the hair at the base of his
cock and then he’s pulling back to just the head.
He does it again. And this time he hums on the way back up. Stiles can’t help
the sounds that escape his throat at the feeling of it. The wrecked moan he
lets out causes Derek to look up at him.
His eyes are red again.
“FUCK.” Stiles thrusts forward and farther into Derek’s throat. “Fuck. Sorry.”
He starts to pull away.
Derek’s hands dart up to his waist and keep him from pulling away. Instead,
they pull him forward and up onto his feet. Derek sits back a little with
Stiles’ cock still brushing against his throat and steadies him while he
catches his balance. Stiles stares down at him, wide eyed, and runs his fingers
through his hair.
Derek’s eyes are still red. And Stiles could swear they’re daring him to do
something incredibly stupid. Derek swallows around him.
Stiles closes his eyes and falls forward a little, lost in the sensation. Derek
tightens his grip on his hips. Stiles straightens his back and pulls out a
little, but Derek’s hands stop him before he’s far enough away to slip free of
his lips. Derek pulls him forward again and looks up at him with his lips
wrapped obscenely around Stiles’ cock and an eyebrow raised.
“Oh. Holy shit. Yeah. Okay.” Stiles grabs a fist full of hair and cradles
Derek’s head with his left hand before thrusting slowly forward. He slides
easily back into his throat and Derek swallows around him again.
“Oh god.”
Stiles pulls back, once again stopped by Derek’s grip, and thrusts forward. The
hot, wet, tight suction of his mouth is pulling him close to the edge at a
rapid pace. His hips stutter and he accidentally pushes a little too hard.
Derek makes a brief choked noise and then abruptly pulls his hips forward
again. Stiles bites his bottom lip and has to look away for a moment to keep
from coming right then.
Derek digs his fingers a little too hard into the sides of his hips and it’s
just enough to pull him back.
The reminder of just who it is he’s dealing with here is enough to wipe out the
worry that had had him holding back. Stiles looks back down into Derek’s
glowing eyes and thrusts his hips flush with Derek’s face. He groans, but
Derek’s not complaining. He pulls back and does it again. The grip on his hips
loosens, and –
“Oh fuck.” This is what Derek had been trying to get him to do all along.
Stiles fucks into Derek’s mouth. He pulls back and slams his cock into Derek’s
throat two, three, four times, and then he’s coming, pulsing into Derek’s mouth
with fire spreading up his spine.
Derek pulls back and swallows it all down. Stiles falls backwards onto the bed.
They sit still for a moment, just staring at each other. Then Derek pounces
forward and pins Stiles flat on his back. He presses his open mouth against
Stiles’ throat, blunt teeth starting to feel a little sharp.
Stiles can feel the growl work it’s way up through his chest and press through
his teeth.
“Derek?”
***** In Between *****
He presses his open mouth against Stiles’ throat, blunt teeth starting to feel
a little sharp.
Stiles can feel the growl work it’s way up through his chest and press through
his teeth.
“Derek?”
Derek breathes in deeply, his breath hot and sticky against Stiles' neck.
Stiles does his damnedest to stay perfectly still, unsure exactly what's
happening. Derek huffs another breath and darts his tongue out, licking a thick
stripe up the column of his neck and pressing the flat surface of teeth that
are definitely sharper than they were a few minutes ago against the tender bit
of neck just under Stiles' ear. He groans.
"Your jeans are kind of half open and pressing zipper first into my dick."
Stiles half mumbles against Derek's ear. The force of what will hopefully only
be his first orgasm of the evening is pressing against his eyelids, and he just
knows he needs to either jump back on the bandwagon asap or take a two hour
nap.
There's an immediate shift in Derek's hips so that they're no longer flush
against his, but nothing else about the situation changes. Stiles sighs and
wraps his arms around the broad shoulders pressing into him.
"Okay, big guy. You do you. I'm just gonna shut my eyes for a minute here and
try not to actually fall asleep before the official devirgining."
The growling is back, and louder. This time Derek pulls his lips away from
Stiles' neck and smashes them into his mouth. He pries his lips apart with his
tongue and presses in hard and fast, mirroring the earlier movements of Stiles'
cock. He's still hard in his jeans, precome darkening the fabric and filling
the air with their mingled scents.
Stiles is instantly awake. The slick slide of Derek's tongue against his, still
carrying just a hint of his own salty taste, sends a renewed spark of arousal
crashing through his system. Derek presses back into him, hips stuttering
against his upper legs, just low enough not to cause painful friction from the
tight denim. Derek, lost in his own world of heady sex and Stiles, is still
being careful with him.
"Dude." Stiles reaches down to push against the top of Derek's jeans. "Why
don't you just take these off already?"
Derek pauses above him, mouth still showing a hint of fangs, poised above
Stiles' lips and ready to crash back down into him at any moment. He closes his
eyes and takes a few deep breaths. When he opens them his eyes are still
shining red and hungry, but the pointy bits have all tucked themselves neatly
back away. He groans and pushes himself up enough to pull off his pants. He
takes his black boxer briefs with them and flings them carelessly behind him.
Stiles goes numb. He can feel his mouth start to water all over again. Derek
naked is a sight he never thought he'd get to see. But now that he's here,
right in front of him stripped bare and shining with want, Stiles is so turned
on he can hardly focus enough to appreciate the sight. He swallows harshly and
props himself up on his elbows.
"Shit." It's a wonder he's still coherent enough for words after everything
that's already happened, and this. This might even be better than having Derek
Hale on his knees silently begging him to fuck his face. "Fuck. Oh jesus fuck."
Derek is sliding forward and crouching over him again, his dick hot and hard
and thick and dark, straining against his abs, and fuck it all, this is
officially the best day of his life. Ever. But jesus, the size of it.
"Well. Mark me down as scared and horny."
"Is that supposed to be a joke?" Stiles takes note that this is the first thing
Derek's said in the last twenty minutes. He's glad he managed to shock him into
speech again.
"It's not my fault you don't appreciate my pop culture references. Get a
tumblr." Stiles makes grabby hands at him as he flops back down onto the bed.
Derek chuckles under his breath.
Stiles barely manages to wait for Derek to be pressing him back down into the
mattress before he's reaching out and grabbing his cock. It's heavy in his
palm, and his fingers barely touch around the girth. He's uncut.
Of course he is. He's a fucking born werewolf. They heal. Fuck. Stiles' mind is
racing and his heart has started dancing the tango in his chest again. He can
feel his own dick twitching in response to the thousand different stimulants
racing through his vision, touch, taste, mind. Oh.
"Is this what it's like all the time for you? Being hyper aware of everything?"
Stiles still has his hand wrapped around Derek's dick, and he starts to move it
slowly up and down the shaft, just teasing.
"You get used to it." Derek has his face shoved into the side of his neck
again. But this time he's pressing open mouthed kisses all up and down.
"The werewolf shit or the sex?"
"Stiles."
"Right. Sorry." He rubs his thumb over the head of Derek's dick on the next
upstroke.
Derek makes a rumbling sound deep in his chest, and for a second Stiles thinks
he's growling again. He's not though. There's a different pitch to it.
"Holy shit. Are you purring?"
"Of course not. I'm not a cat, Stiles." Derek looks mildly offended, but goes
right back to sucking on the pulse point in Stiles' neck.
"You're so purring. That's a happy rumble." Stiles giggles and pulls a little
harder on his dick. The skin around the head pulls back a little on his
downstroke and he can see the slit, shiny with moisture. "This is too hot.
You're going to positively ruin me for anyone else. Ever."
Derek bites down on his neck, teeth safely human. But it still stings. When he
lets go he presses his lips against the shell of Stiles' ear.
"Who said you get to give this to anyone else?"
***** Switch *****
When he lets go he presses his lips against the shell of Stiles' ear.
"Who said you get to give this to anyone else?"
Stiles stills under him. Derek tenses, opens his mouth to try to take it back,
clearly afraid he’s pushed too far, too soon. Stiles stops him before he can
say anything stupid by biting at his bottom lip. He reluctantly lets go of
Derek’s dick and wraps his arms around his waist, using what little leverage he
can muster to push up and flip them over. Derek allows it and sucks his tongue
back into his mouth as Stiles settles on top of him.
He pins Derek to the bed with his hips, knees tucked securely on either side of
him and erections pressed hot and tight together between their bodies as he
leans down to continue the kiss.
They can talk about it later.
Derek grabs hold of Stiles’ head, hands threading through his hair and pulling
gently. Urging him on. Stiles likes this side of Derek, needy and desperate. He
pulls back and sucks his way down Derek’s jaw and trails his lips lightly along
his neck. He sucks a nipple into his mouth and twirls the other between his
fingers. Derek makes a pained whining sound, and Stiles pulls away, uncertain.
“Don’t you fucking stop.”
“Oh.” A grin splits Stiles’ face.
He pinches at Derek’s right nipple, and Derek pulls his hands back out of
Stiles’ hair just in time for him to watch his claws sink into the bedding.
“Oh man.”
Stiles flicks his tongue down Derek’s chest, trailing his way between his
nipples, stopping to circle each in turn and suck lightly on them. Derek is
practically shaking by the time Stiles dips down past his abs and runs his
tongue up the underside of his cock. He lets out a ragged moan and bucks his
hips up into empty air.
Stiles grins at him from where he’s sitting up, completely out of the way of
Derek’s flushed and straining dick. Derek groans.
“Say please.” There’s an evil glint in his eye, and Derek practically howls at
him.
He darts one hand out to trace his fingers lightly up and around the head,
never quite pressing hard enough to create any real friction. Derek squeezes
his eyes shut and takes in two deep breaths through his nose. His fingers flex,
claws still sunk into the mattress.
Stiles grabs the bottle of lube. He flicks the cap open. Derek’s eyes snap open
at the sound.
He pants heavily for a moment, eyes boring into Stiles, daring him to back
down. They’re still red. And they’re still hungry. Stiles sticks a finger into
his mouth and sucks on it, eyes glued to Derek’s, answering his dare silently.
Derek’s cock twitches and his nostrils flare. He breaks eye contact, drops his
head back onto the bed, and closes his eyes. Stiles pulls his finger out of his
mouth with an audible pop.
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t.”
“Damn it.”
“Close, but not quite.”
Derek swallows, and Stiles stares at his throat. Stiles licks his lips. He
squeezes a little bit of lube out of the bottle and onto his fingers. Derek
growls, low in his throat but getting louder fast. He shoots up off the bed,
sitting up and grabbing hold of Stiles’ head, careful with his claws.
He stares straight into Stiles’ shocked eyes and hisses out, “I want you to
take my dick in your mouth so far back you choke on it as you work me open on
your fingers and then fuck me into this mattress. Please.”
Stiles chokes on air. Derek flops back down onto the bed, digs his fingers back
into the comforter, and bucks his hips up at Stiles.
“Holy fuck, yes.” Stiles slides between Derek’s legs easily, pulling his thighs
up and over his own.
He sinks down to take Derek’s cock into his mouth first, licking his lips and
wrapping them gently around the head. He moans at the taste. It’s dark and
salty and not quite exactly like his own. He wraps one hand around the base and
fumbles for the lube again with the other.
He coats the fingers on both hands thoroughly before setting the bottle back
down within arms reach. Derek chuckles softly at him. Stiles would lecture him
about the fact that there is never any such thing as too much lube, but he’d
rather take more of him into his mouth instead, so that’s what he does. Derek’s
chuckle morphs into a groan.
Stiles wraps one hand back around the base of his dick, sucking as much into
his mouth as he can and pulling his hand up to meet his lips where they stop
about halfway. He swirls his tongue around the head and hums lightly. He can
hear Derek’s breathing speeding up, and he can feel his pulse through the vein
at the base of his dick.
He feels powerful.
Stiles grins as he pulls back off of Derek’s cock, hand pressed firmly against
the base and lips just barely keeping contact with the head. He grins against
him and swipes his tongue out again to tease across the slit. Derek lifts his
hips up off the bed, pressing back towards Stiles’ mouth.
Stiles slides a finger down to rub gently at his rim. He stays like that for a
minute; all contact just a hint of pressure. Fingers, lips, tongue, all barely
there.
“Stiles.” Derek’s voice is wrecked. His words are jumbled up in a growl that
dies before it reaches his lips.
He presses in. Just the tip at first, just enough to tease a little more.
Derek’s response is beautifully strained.
Stiles licks his way up Derek’s cock and pulls it back into his mouth in one
smooth motion. He pumps the base with his fist as he picks up speed, sucking as
he pulls up and slicking the way down with flicks of his tongue. Derek is
keening above him. He presses his index finger in to the first knuckle.
Derek bucks back against him, sliding it in the rest of the way. The move
pushes him back into Stiles’ throat, hand squeezing tight around the base.
Stiles splutters and pulls off coughing.
“Sorry.”
Stiles grins at him and presses his finger in deeper, crooking it at various
angles, searching. “No, you’re not.”
Derek arches up off the bed, back bowed.
“Found it.”
Derek bites down on his own bottom lip, hard. Stiles can see a droplet of blood
forming under a pointed tooth. He grins down at him and presses against the
bundle of nerves again.
This time he presses against Derek’s prostate as he takes him back into his
mouth, hand stroking what he can’t quite take, and sucking deliciously in
perfect time with each successive press. Just when Stiles can feel his pulse
really start to jump, he pulls back.
Grinning like he’s just won the lottery, Stiles adds a second finger.
Derek moans through the teeth clenched tight around his bottom lip.
***** Sex *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Grinning like he’s just won the lottery, Stiles adds a second finger.
Derek moans through the teeth clenched tight around his bottom lip.
Stiles takes his hand completely off of Derek’s dick and sits back in a crouch
between his legs. Derek lets go of his lip and groans, spreading his legs wider
around Stiles’ hips. Stiles scissors his fingers apart, stretching. Less
distracted now, Stiles can feel how hot Derek is inside, how tight. He chokes
down a moan of his own.
He presses a third finger in alongside the first two.
Derek hisses and then bucks against his hand. His hips make tiny little jerking
motions against him, and Stiles watches in hazy lust filled fascination.
“Stiles.” Derek’s cheeks are red and his face is loose and relaxed. Stiles
swallows thickly.
“Yeah?”
Derek just nods.
Pulling his fingers out of Derek’s body is the second hottest thing Stiles has
ever experienced. He braces his hands under Derek’s hips and pulls him up a
bit. There’s an awkward moment where Stiles frantically tries to figure out how
this angle is going to work, but then Derek is shoving a pillow under his hips
and pulling him forward. Stiles sits up on his knees, watching as he lines
himself up.
And then he’s pressing in. It’s hotter and tighter and better than anything he
imagined, and he’s trying to work his way in slowly, but it’s so hard. He’s so
hard, and Derek is opening up so smoothly for him, and he’s just sinking in so
beautifully. And then Derek is pulling him forward again, and his hips are
flush against Derek’s ass.
“Oh my god.”
Derek tightens his legs around Stiles’ waist, and Stiles isn’t entirely sure
when he put them there in the first place.
“Stiles. Move.”
So he does. Stiles tightens his hold on Derek’s hips and pulls back as much as
he can without coming out completely, and then he presses back in slowly. He
has to pause once he’s all the way back in, overwhelmed by the sudden
realization that he’s here and this is happening and he’s having sex. With
Derek.
He’s inside Derek.
He darts his eyes to Derek’s face, expecting his eyes to be closed, his head
back, relaxed, hopefully enjoying himself. Instead their eyes meet and lock
onto one another, mouths open and panting, faces flushed. Derek’s nostrils
flare, and Stiles knows he can smell this, even more than he can. He can smell
their sex and arousal combined like this. The thought is hotter than he
anticipated.
His hips jerk forward and they moan simultaneously. Stiles tears his eyes away
from Derek’s and focuses on where they’re joined. He breathes deeply and starts
up a steady rhythm of thrusting, changing the angle every so often to see how
Derek reacts. He pulls Derek’s hips just a little closer and thrusts in hard,
and suddenly he feels Derek clenching down on him as he positively howls.
Stiles’ vision goes blurry at the edges.
He does it again. And again. His hips stutter against Derek’s, driving in deep,
and at just the right angle. He’s sweating and panting, heart racing as his
body takes over. Derek’s comforter is a shredded mess underneath his hands, and
he’s making noises Stiles’ has only ever heard in porn. And that gives Stiles
an idea.
Taking one hand off Derek’s hips, he reaches out and grabs hold of his cock.
Its seems even bigger now, leaking almost steadily against his stomach as it
bounces with the force of his thrusts. Derek’s hips start moving with him as he
strokes up his shaft, thumb toying with the foreskin. He can feel his own
orgasm building fast, hips faltering in their pattern, body singing with the
pleasure of it.
Suddenly he’s on his back and Derek is sinking back down onto his cock, legs
bouncing under him and palms flat against the bed on either side of Stiles’
abdomen. Stiles manages to wrap his hand back around Derek loosely, letting him
fuck up into it as he fucks himself back and forth on Stiles’ cock.
Stiles pulls his knees up and presses forward as Derek comes back down. He
tightens his grip a little on Derek’s dick and thrusts once as hard as he can,
and then he’s coming. Stiles’ insides feel like they’ve been liquefied and
mixed with lighter fluid. His body is shaking and every nerve he has is on
fire, and, distantly, he’s aware of Derek still rocking back onto him.
He’s half conscious with pleasure, but he knows the exact moment Derek shakes
apart on top of him. He’s suddenly squeezing tighter around him and pulsing in
his hand, legs stilling as his whole body tenses. And the sound. Derek comes
with a low, deep moan that sounds like it was ripped straight from his soul,
and Stiles can’t help but fight his eyes to stay open and watch.
He starts to let go of Derek’s cock, figuring he’s probably just as over
sensitive as he is, but the pitiful whine Derek looks surprised to be making
stops him.
Stiles blinks up at Derek. Derek, who is hunched over Stiles protectively,
still pressed flush against his hips, and who has left what looks like at least
twice the normal amount of come on Stiles’ stomach.
“Been a while?” Stiles curses his pathetic sense of humor when Derek stays
quiet. He looks up at his face and pales.
Derek looks kind of horrified. His eyes are back to normal, all green hazel,
but the color has drained from his face. Stiles tries to pull his hand away
again, but Derek slams his eyes shut and makes that same high pitched whine.
Derek’s hips jerk against him, and he can’t help but hiss just a little at the
overstimulation.
“Sorry. I, uh—“ Derek shifts again and appears to try to pull away from him. He
can’t quite bring himself to do it though, and the shift in position lets
Stiles get a good look at just what’s going on.
“Oh.” Stiles’ hand is still wrapped around the base of Derek’s cock. Which. Um.
Yeah. It’s definitely at least two inches wider at the bottom than it was
before.
Stiles squeezes a bit experimentally. Derek sighs and relaxes.
“So. I’m guessing, judging by the mix of horror and intrigue on your face, that
this doesn’t happen every time?” Stiles flexes his fingers again, and Derek
grimaces.
“It generally only happens when I’m partially shifted. And it doesn’t usually
happen without me being aware of it.” His tone is a mix of apologetic and
something that sounds suspiciously like shame.
“Dude. It’s okay. I just wasn't expecting it. Are you gonna whine like that if
I try to take my hand away again, or was that just surprise?”
The expression he makes answers for him, and Stiles can't help but let out a
breathy giggle.
"So I've got permission to play with your dick for a while?"
Derek groans and leans forward, resting his head against Stiles' chest.
Chapter End Notes
     Thanks to everyone who has read and commented! I know it's been quite
     a while, but I did a bit of editing and added a few lines to the end
     as a way to wrap it up just a bit. I won't be continuing this
     particular story any further, but suggestions for future works are
     always appreciated.
     Thanks again, you're all great!
End Notes
     This is the first work I've posted, and it was written in a very
     short amount of time out of complete boredom, so constructive
     criticism is greatly appreciated! Also, suggestions for the future
     and for the next chapter(s) are welcome!
     ----I finished college in the last year, so everything else got
     derailed. This work has finally been edited and completed though!----
Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed
their work!
m to
enhance their sex drive.”
“What? They decide to…”
“Jared, most omegas are like children so of course no, not they decided but
their alphas and betas. You are an O-mega and we just need to tell the world
you are four or five month older than you are.”
 
Jared wondered where Jensen was. He had waited at the breakfast table until
someone told him Jensen had already left. Since Dr. Misha had left Jared had
been alone and it was boring wandering Jensen’s rooms without him and nothing
to do. Off course he had tried to leave, but some very tall and unfriendly
guards had told him he had to stay in Jensen’s private rooms by the king’s
order.
The hormones were working in his body, they made his skin itchy, his ability to
scent had increased and he had a head ache. He had checked Jensen’s library but
he couldn’t concentred his mind always drifted off.
 
Jensen, his fathers, two generals and one admiral were in the so called war
room. Intelligence service had provided disturbing news of their neighbouring
kingdom Skyland.
The old king of Skyland had died some months ago and his oldest son Michael had
taken the throne. The problem was not only Michael wanted the throne his
younger brother Lucifer also longed for a crown. So their eye had fallen o
Ackland. Ackland had been at peace with all it’s neighbours for more than 40
years and obvious the two brothers of Skyland thought them weak with Jensen as
an only child and unmated.
King Thomas had hoped if Jensen would claim (meaning turn) a boy and it would
be announced this show of strength would be enough to show Ackland wasn’t weak
or defenceless. But with Jared being so young (meaning too young), they would
have to wait for another ten days to announce the mating. It didn’t really
helped that Jared was a natural O-mega; Thomas would have preferred a naked
turned omega kneeling at Jensens feet yesterday, than a strong mate for his son
in a couple of years.
Jensen was reading the report for the third time. The intelligence service
expected an attack at Ackland within the next fortnight. Jensen wasn’t sure his
fathers plan would have worked, but now wit Jared as a born omega the plan was
obsolete. Jensen missed his mate; he wondered what he was doing and if he
missed him too. But no! Jared wasn’t interested in him. It had all been a set
up. Jared lied to him, Jareds father had lied to him when he had introduce him
and never had Jared told him the truth.
His body guard and friend entered and whispered in his ear:
“The tutor is here.”
“Ah good. Please excuse me for a moment; I need to see my mate.”
The generals nodded smiling their understanding but his father Thomas said:
“Take the tutor to your mate, but I expect you back as fast as possible. We
need to discuss how and when to tell our people.”
Jensen nodded his understanding. The kingdom was on the brink of war and needed
him.
It was late afternoon before Jensen returned and he wasn’t alone. He had two
other people with him:
“Jared this is Christian Kane my bodyguard and this is Carl Petersen your
tutor.”
With that Jensen turned around wanting to leave.
“Wait, that is all? You drop a tutor here after having me locked up for the
whole day?”
For a moment there was a flash of guilt obvious in Jensen’s face but than this
Kane guy touched Jensen’s arm as if to remind him of something.
“Yes.” And with that he and Kane left.
“Mr. Padalecki I was busy till now studding your school records.” Petersen had
walked in and was now unpacking school books from his suitcase.
What?
“The kings would prefer if you could accomplish your degree within the next
four month.”
“What? I still have two more years…”
“Not anymore young man. After you got your degree, it depends on…”
“Weather I’m pregnant or not…” Jared cut in.
“Yes exactly, in case you’re not pregnant… there will be several options. The
prince and the kings will discuss and decide.”
Jared was about to explode and tell this guy to stuff his books… somewhere, but
than he deflated. Who was he? A young boy mated to a prince no real standing
within the palace. That would change the day he was officially mated with
Jensen. Till than he had to bite the time.
 
Four days later and five days before his fake 16th birthday Jared could say he
hated his tutor. The beta was an arrogant asshole!
His studies started early at 8 am and except for a lunch and a coffee break
continued till 8 pm. Jared never minded studying, but he liked if he could
discuss something and work on a problem and figure it out on his own. But not
with Petersen, even when Jared was the only student, he had set up a large
black board and was teaching like he had a great audience. Well, maybe better
learning with Petersen than being locked up alone in Jensen’s rooms.
He only saw Jensen twice and only for some minutes and never alone. Jared
wasn’t stupid he felt there was something going on and that had nothing to do
with his mating. No one told him what was going on, but it must be bad.
Once King Jeffrey had visit him and said it would be easier when Jared’s and
Jensen’s mating became official and Jared had a title.
Jared wondered if Jensen hated him for what he had done to him and if that was
the reason he avoided him. Doc Misha came every day giving him his hormones
shots. Jared hoped they were save; he wasn’t sure his health was much of a
concern for King Thomas. He wanted to present Jared and that was all; but he
trusted Doc Misha he even had asked him for suppressants once he would have his
heats.
 
And suddenly it was his mating day. A tuxedo was delivered to his room and than
his family was led in. His father and mother were delighted when they entered.
“Jared, son we are so proud of you.” He said.
Jared was in an awful mood, the hormone shots driving him nuts:
“Proud? Why proud because I’m a born O-mega and Jensen didn’t have to turn me?
He knows about your little age lie and he was very pissed. So I’m not sure
you’ll gain much advantage from my mating. Hello mom, hi Joe.”
“Do you know what’s going on?” His brother Joe asked.
“No, nobody tells me anything. I hoped you could tell me. Well King Jeffrey
said it will get better once the mating is official and I’m an official part of
the royal family.”
There was a knock on the door and than Jensen and his fathers entered all
dressed in Uniforms. Jensen looked stunning in his dark blue uniform. The
Padalecki´s except Jared bowed before the royal pair.
“Mr. and Mrs. Padalecki it is our pleasure to meet you.” King Jeffrey said.
“Well yes.” King Thomas interjected. “We will announce the mating of our alpha
son Prince Jensen with the O-mega Jared Padalecki. Then I’ll address the
nation. Please stay in the background. You’re not expected to say anything. Now
we should give the young couple a moment alone.”
With that everybody left but Jared and Jensen.
“Well you definitely smell like sixteen.” Jensen said he took a deep breath. “I
must renew the mating bite.”
“What?”
“Well it must look like it just happened.” Jensen argued with a predatory
smile.
Jared had found quiet calmative that the bite wasn’t that obvious anymore.
“Do I get to renew my mark too?”
“No!” Jensen stepped into his space, backing him up against the wall, pulled
his dress shirt away and bit down till he tasted blood. It hurt and Jared
started fighting against Jensen’s hold on him. Finally he was able to push him
off.
“Don’t ever do this again.” Jared hissed at Jensen. “I´m not your property you
can just mark me whenever you feel like it.”
 
Jensen was like in trance his mate smelled like heaven and home, a green forest
after a spring rain, clean, fresh and strong. When he stepped closer he wanted
to claim him all over but this wasn’t the time so he went for the second best.
“I must renew the mating bite.” He lied to Jared. Than he made something up
that it must looked like it just happened, which was total bullshit. He stepped
closer the smell got stronger the closer he got. Jared backed away from him and
Jensen followed he stepped into Jared space, pushed him against the wall,
pulled his shirt away barring his neck and bit down.
Jared smelled so good, he wanted more, almost coming in his pants. He bit down
harder drawing blood still biting down harder. Suddenly something was off the
smell of his mate changed and it smelled more like fire. He felt Jared fighting
him, when Jared finally succeed in pushing him off, he needed a moment to
collect him self. Jared wasn’t aroused he was mad at him.
Jared stepped in front of a mirror the bite mark bloody and fresh at his neck.
 
They were in the great hall, the Padalecki family in the background, the Kings,
Prince Jensen and Jared standing before the thrones.
“Today is a special day. I proudly announce alpha Prince Jensen mating with O-
mega Jared Padalecki. Those two fabulous young men met some month ago, but
waited till Jared turned 16 today.” King Jeffrey told the gathered crowed in
the hall, as well as the cameras that would broadcast the announcement in every
household in Ackland. Jeffrey continued to praise Jared and Jensen’s and
Jared’s mating for some more minutes till he motioned them to kneel down.
A small golden crest was placed upon their heads. Still kneeling King Jeffrey
said with a voice that showed how moved he was:
“ People of Ackland please see your future Kings: Prince Jensen and Prince
Jared.” Thunderous applause road thru the hall and some calls: “Hail the Royal
Family!” could be heard.
 
After the applause died down (after several minutes) King Jeffrey stepped back
and King Thomas stepped forward: “As happy as this day could be, I have the
difficult task to tell my people that from now on our nation is at war with
Skyland. The King Michael and his royal brother Lucifer of Skyland declared war
to us this morning and attached our border in the north.”
Jared couldn’t breath that was it! That was the big secret they were at war!
“Thanks to our intelligence we knew about their plan and could react before we
lost any lives of our fellow citizens.” Thomas took a deep breath what he would
announce now he hadn’t discuss with his mate or his son and they wouldn’t like
it one bit.
“Tomorrow I will join with our military forces and lead our attack against
Skyland. King Jeffrey will lead our kingdom for so long till this war is over.
Prince Jensen will embark to our Allies and try to unite them in our fight. Our
new Prince Jared, our war prince Jared, will join the Royal Military Academy. I
hope and pray that it won’t be long till we are all reunited here in our home
again.”
End Part 1
Chapter End Notes
     Yes, yes I know this is NOT an end :-)
     But I really need to work on my Big Bang and this story took 100% of
     my writing output.
     There will be more I will try for a weekly update on this vers (it is
     a vers when there is more than one story right?)
     Any suggestions on the name for this vers?
     Another reason I wanted to end this story now is, you remember this
     was a kink meme fill and I want to have it marked finish. Some people
     don´t like WIP´s and will start reading after it´s finished... well
     kind of finished.
     I hope you like it and enjoyed the story.
     Are some of the people still around who sent more ... let´s say
     challeging comments?
     As a rule I will not delete your comments but please keep in mind:
     this is my work, I spend time, effort, love and many emotions to
     write these stories. You don´t have to agree with me or the character
     (God I hope you don´t) but please be nice. This is my hobby please
     don´t spoil it to me.
***** Chapter 9 *****
The story continues with "The War Princes"
I hope you enjoy it.
Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed
their work!