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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Scott_McCall
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Scott_McCall
  Additional Tags:
      bottom!Derek, Porn_with_Feelings
  Series:
      Part 2 of All_You_Need_is_Love
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-03-10 Words: 726
****** Keep Running Baby Here You Can Be What You Like ******
by dancingelf88
Summary
     Derek’s fragility hit Scott at the most unexpected times.
Notes
     Only slightly angsty!Scerek. Title from Angel Haze "Planes Fly"
Derek’s fragility hit Scott at the most unexpected times.
It happened during pack meetings (Derek had given them permission to revamp the
old Hale house and they used that for headquarters now) when everyone was
gathered in the living room. Allison and Lydia cuddled together on the big
couch. Stiles and Kira having their age old Marvel vs. DC argument. Isaac
guffawing at a story Erica was telling while Boyd spun one of his blonde curls
around his finger. Derek usually hung back in a corner…standing or sitting in a
chair and looking around.
Times like that Scott would stop what he was doing. Put down the sandwiches
he’s making or excuse himself from whatever conversation he was having and walk
over to the former alpha. Sometimes all it took was holding hands to bring
Derek back. Other times Scott would plop himself in his lap and lay his head on
his chest. Derek would give him a small smile…sometimes roll his eyes only
half-heartedly.
It happened when they would fall into arguments. They don’t really butt heads
as often as they used to but it still happens. Derek will say something and
Scott would throw out a jab that hit lower than he had intended and Derek would
fall silent. Fall silent for long minutes and hang his head because he doesn’t
forget his mistakes. As much as he tells Scott that he’s stopped blaming
himself…the fucked up things he’s done don’t ever leave.
Times like that it’s best to leave him alone. To let him sulk for a little bit
before apologizing. Before reminding him that he’s made of more than the
mistakes of his past. Remind him that he’s worth it.
It can be so easy to categorize Derek. He’s not one for small talk and his
neutral face can sometimes be off putting. It’s so easy to pigeon hole him in
the “broody” “strong but silent” type because of his size. Because of his
tendency to communicate with his fists (he’s gotten better at that though).
It’s so easy when Scott has his wrists in a tight grip above his head, his legs
wrapped around his waist and fucking him into the mattress. But then Derek will
make this noise. A sound between a sob and a whine that comes from the back of
his throat and Scott will look down and see the openness there…a vulnerability
the older man keeps locked away.
Times like these will make Scott slow his thrusts…stop them completely and pull
out so he can switch their positions. He’ll move back to sit with his back
against the headboard and settle Derek in his lap easing him slowly back onto
his cock. Scott will trail his hands up hairy thighs to rest on his beta’s hips
and then around to the small of his back.
Scott will press them together as close as he can. Let Derek bury his face in
his neck and breathe him in while he rocks up slowly. This position is perfect.
It lets Scott angle his thrusts so that each one hits that spot inside Derek
that makes him mewl.
Derek will wrap his arms around Scott’s neck and his legs around his waist and
grind down into him his face never leaving the space under his alpha’s jaw. He
doesn’t need to be touched like this. The closeness is enough. Scott rubbing
circles in the small of his back while he fucks him is enough to make his body
suddenly go taut and convulse with the force of his orgasm.
Scott fucks him through it…still slow and determined and with purpose until he
goes over the edge himself.
Scott cleans them up afterwards. He’s careful as he swipes a wet cloth down the
cleft of Derek’s ass. Gentle as he cleans off the come he hadn’t licked off.
He’ll lie down next to Derek then. Pull the older man to his chest and let him
listen to the steadiness of his heartbeat.
“I got you cariño*. Siempre. Always.” He’ll whisper into his hair.
He won’t mention the tears he feels trail down his naked chest or the barely
there sniffles. Scott will hold on tighter…keep whispering until quickened
breaths become steady ones and the peace of sleep follows.
*Cariño means sweetheart in Spanaish.
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