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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:
      Anal_Sex, Barebacking, Fingerfucking, Semi-Public_Sex, Locker_Room,
      excessive_amounts_of_cum, Blow_Jobs, Commando_-_Freeform, Jock_Straps,
      Shower_Sex, Masturbation, Not_Wearing_Underwear, Underwear_Kink, Oral
      Sex, Dirty_Talk
  Series:
      Part 2 of New_Places_To_Do_It
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-10-27 Words: 4145
****** Lockers ******
by ColetheWolf
Summary
     Derek surprises Stiles after the big Lacrosse game and the two
     satisfy their urge to have sex in a semi-public place.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
The Beacon Hills lacrosse team filed into the locker room clustered in small
groups. Some of the guys are busy jumping onto each other’s back while others
are busy complimenting Scott’s outstanding last minute winning shot. Their
rowdy cheers echoed down the school corridor as Stiles lags behind the rest of
the crowd dragging his feet on the tile floor.  Stiles was happy for the team’s
win. He really was. He just wished he got to play a little bit longer.
Scott was nowhere to be seen when the game had started. Their team would have
had to call forfeit if Finstock didn’t have 12 players on the field when the
ref called play. So naturally, Coach threw in the end piece of a loaf of bread
that nobody ever wanted. Stiles got in for a mere 15 minutes before Scott
arrived. And once the star player got in, Stiles was forced to sit back on the
bench. Stiles felt sort of selfish for wishing Scott hadn’t showed up. It was
really selfish, but Stiles couldn’t help it. It felt so amazing to run around
that field feeling like part of the team even if he wasn’t good at playing.
Stiles entered the locker room, weaving between the jacked up lacrosse players
that of course paid no attention to him. He just sat on the bench by his locker
and waited out the crowd. A few minutes passed and the locker room was empty.
Scott usually stayed behind to drive home with Stiles, but tonight the team was
going out for pizza to celebrate. Before you think about it, Yes, Stiles was
invited. He just wasn’t up for it. He was exhausted, and really just wanted to
relax in quiet. Stiles stood up from the wooden bench he was sitting on to open
his locker. His knees buckled slightly being as tired as he was. He opened his
locker and began looking for his deodorant when two arms stretched around his
waist and squeezed tightly.
The sudden movement startled him, making him drop the deodorant from his hand.
He stayed frightened for maybe a half of a second, if even that. Stiles knew
who it was. He’d recognize that unique scent mix of pine leaves, honey and a
slight hint of fireplace smoke anywhere. Stiles turned his head slightly to see
the handsome devil pecking at his neck.
“What are you doing here? I thought you were training with Boyd tonight?”
Stiles asked as he remained rummaging through his locker room.
“I cancelled it.” Derek spoke into the crook of Stiles’ neck continuing to suck
on it softly.
“Cancelled? That’s very of character for you babe.” Stiles closed his locker
and sat back down on the bench looking up at Derek. “Why’d you cancel?”
“So I could see you play tonight.” Derek replied, expecting Stiles to ask
another question. Stiles looked down at his feet as his smile shifted into a
look of horrible sadness.
“Yeah, well you probably missed it. I got to play for a few minutes in Scott’s
place. But back to bench I went as Scott just strolled onto the field.”
“No, I saw you running up and down that field. I could smell your sweat from
where I was standing. I could hear your heart about to pound straight out of
your chest.”  Derek paused and smirked. “I could barely focus on the game
thinking about how hot it would be to make you sweat like that. To make your
heart beat like that.” Stiles’ face shot up to look at Derek with a dirty
smirk. “I had half the mind to drag you off that bench and pound you under the
bleachers.”
Stiles stands up, grabs his backpack from the ground and puts one of the straps
on his shoulder. “Well, let’s get out of here then. My place or your place?” he
asked.
Derek took Stiles’ backpack off his shoulder almost delicately before dropping
it to the ground. He moved in closer to Stiles’ mouth before pressing his mouth
to it. “I was thinking we’d do it here. Up against these lockers. On this
bench. On this filthy floor. Maybe even in the showers if you’re extra good.”
He leans in again and shoots his lips against Stiles’.
“Wha—what? Are you kidding me? Someone could walk in at any moment.” Stiles
yells out, gesturing his hands all over then place.
“Doesn’t that make it even more exciting? The fact someone could walk in a see
you getting it nice and hard?” Derek runs his hand along Stiles’ erection,
stroking it gently through the loose fabric of his gym shorts.
“Ha…I don’t think so. Let’s just go to my house.” Stiles scoffs as he attempts
to walk away.
Derek grabs a hold of Stiles’ wrist, keeping him from walking any farther.
“Come on. You’ve always talked about how much you’ve wanted to get screwed in a
public setting.” He argues.
Stiles laughs awkwardly grabbing onto his bulge trying to press it down. “Yeah.
But not this public.”
“What do you mean ‘not this public’? This is a locker room. It could probably
get even more public. Would you rather bang outside? Parking lot maybe? How
about a bench in the park? That sounds pretty hot actually.” Derek is
practically whispering in Stiles’ ear. His hot, foggy breath hits the side of
Stiles’ face making the teen’s cock twitch in its confines. He begins nibbling
on Stiles’ earlobe as his hand keeps constant, slow stroking motions on Stiles’
bulge.
“I don’t know Derek. What if—ah—What if the janitor walks in?” Stiles asks
sluggishly. His mind is going crazy. Everything is being to blur around him.
All the sounds in the locker room are silenced except for Derek’s hard
breathing and the scratchy sound of their clothes grinding together.
“I’ll hear him walking up, I’ll pick you up and we can gladly finish in my
car.” Derek suggests. Stiles actually doesn’t answer vocally. Instead it’s
almost like the acknowledgement is transferred between the two. Stiles can
barely speak. His body is shaking with anticipation all while he can feel his
skin heating up. Derek is on his neck, sucking soft in some spots and harder in
the spots that make Stiles’ mouth leak moans.
Derek turns Stiles around and pushes him hard into the wall of lockers. He
thrusts his erection against the cleft of Stiles’ ass through the lacrosse
shorts. As Derek is grinding his throbbing dick against Stiles’ ass, his mouth
is still on Stiles’ neck. Just exploring with his tongue and lapping up the
tangy taste of dried sweat.
“God, I love you like this.” Derek whispers.
Derek hooks his fingers in the back of Stiles’ lacrosse shorts and begins
pulling them down slowly. He takes in a long breath at the realization that
Stiles has no underwear on. He’s wearing a black jockstrap in its place.
“Fuck!” Derek roars out as he slaps Stiles’ bare ass. Stiles lets out a muffled
squeal as Derek’s palm makes contact with his ass cheek. By now Stiles is bent
over, grinding back into Derek’s erection. He can feel it pulsating. The hot,
thick piece pressing into his ass crack feels so fucking good. Stiles bends
over even more only to reveal a better glimpse of his tight, puckered hole.
Derek gets on his knees so that his face is perfectly level with Stiles’ ass.
He uses to hands to pull apart Stiles’ firm cheeks giving him a better view of
his hole. Without even a second for Stiles to think, Derek’s tongue is pressing
into him. This time is different than the rest of the times he had gotten a rim
job from Derek. He’s being messy this time, sloppier than he’s ever been
before. Derek makes short, wet sounds as his tongue shoots in and out of
whimpering teen’s hole.
“Fuck Derek!” Stiles moans out as he clenches his hands at the top of the
lockers.
Derek’s finger darts inside of Stiles’ hole while he keeps the steady rhythm of
his rimming.
“DAMMIT!” Stiles screams out. His knees buckle involuntarily, and he falls down
slightly only to have Derek’s finger hit farther inside him. His body is
shaking even more now. He feels the tingle deep in his stomach. It’s building
faster and faster. “Derek—fuck—I might cum if you keep this up…if you…if you
keep…” Stiles just mumbles on and on, repeating the  last few words that flung
out his mouth as he gets even more lost in the amazingly orgasmic feeling.
Derek pulls his fingers from inside Stiles and stands up. He turns Stiles
around, getting him out of his previously bent over position, and begins
flicking his tongue around Stiles’ collar bone. He lets his hands climb inside
of Stiles’ jersey. Tracing his claws gently over Stiles’ nipples.
Stiles loved how Derek’s hands felt sliding up and down his body. The fact
Derek’s hands were basically life & death in a solid form made something snap
inside Stiles. Turned him on even more. They were vicious claws, meant to be
used to tear through flesh. And the fact that Derek was using them as a way to
show passionate love, made Stiles fall in love with Derek even more.
Stiles lets his lacrosse shorts drop to the floor. He steps out of them and
wraps his arms around Derek’s neck, moaning as Derek’s massive bulge slams into
his own. Stiles’ jockstrap is hanging onto his waist for dear life. Is it even
possible for a boner to rip a jock right off someone’s body? Stiles questions
in his own mind when Derek grips his fingers on the waistband of the jock.
“Do you even know how much this turns me on?” Derek questioned as he releases
his grip on Stiles’ jockstrap waist band, letting it snap back against the
boy’s flushed skin. “Part of me wants you completely naked. But the thought of
you getting pounded in this jock is making me harder than I thought I could
get.” He pushes Stiles’ hands above his head and begins pulling the jersey over
his head. “Come on, let’s get this off.” Derek whispers as he watches Stiles
twist and thrust against the lockers.
Stiles stands there for a second trying to figure out what he wants to do. Each
and every possibily sounds too good. Stroke himself? Finger himself? Bend over
again?
“Don’t think so hard. Just do what your body wants. You have me all night
Stiles. There’s no rush—” Derek explains. Before he is even done with his
sentence Stiles is dropped to his knees, pawing and sucking at Derek’s bulge
through his jeans.  Stiles’ hot breath is puffing through Derek’s jeans onto
his cock. He’s only sucking on the fabric, but shit…Derek is ready to shoot
right then.
Stiles unbuttons Derek’s pants and to no surprise, Derek isn’t wearing
underwear. Derek not wearing underwear was definitely one of Stiles’ many kinks
he developed. He blamed Derek for this specific one. When Stiles had first
found out that Derek went commando sometimes, he was kind of confused and even
grossed out. He was always told that it wasn’t sanitary to not wear underwear.
But over time Stiles found himself getting more and more turned on when Derek
went commando. Stiles would even go commando himself sometimes. The feeling of
his dick rubbing against the coarse fabric of his jeans would always make him
hard.
Stiles pulls Derek’s jeans down to mid thigh and watches as the wolf’s
monstrous, throbbing cock spring up striking Stiles across the chin. He can’t
stop himself from looking up at Derek and smirking. Derek is all his. The words
“You’re all mine. I own you.” are basically stuck on the tip of Stiles’ tongue.
But instead of actually saying they words out loud, he is gripping his hand
around Derek and nuzzling his nose against the base. He isn’t rushing. It takes
Stiles’ mind a moment to register the tantalizing aroma of sweat and pre-cum
leaking from Derek’s dick.
Derek moans loudly and he pushes Stiles face harder against the base of his
cock. Stiles continues to take in the scent, letting the prickle of Derek’s
pubic hair send shivers down his own spine.
“I always forget how big you are. Shit…” Stiles trailed off, licking the slit
of Derek’s cock. “and—fuck—I keep forgetting how good you taste.” He wraps his
lips around Derek, taking more and more into his throat. It’s his first time
giving head for about a month. Derek had been on a blowjob giving high of some
sort. He was the one giving all the head for the past month, not Stiles. Going
around practically sucking on everything he could get into that sexy mouth of
his. Stiles thought it was some sort of “heating cycle” like he’d read on the
internet, although Derek had said male werewolves don’t go into heat. Stiles
begged to differ.
Derek gripped firmly on the back of Stiles’ head, pushing him just a bit
farther onto his dick. “God dammit Stiles!” He pauses and wipes away the drip
of sweat resting on his forehead. “I forgot how well your tight throat takes my
cock.”
Stiles just hums, sucking harder and fasting on Derek’s cock. He gets off his
knees and shifts into a crouched down position with Derek’s dick still firmly
stuffed down his throat. Hot gags and slurping sounds fill the empty locker
room just adding to the sounds of shower heads dripping and Derek’s moans.
 Stiles finally reaches down to release his dick from the restraining
jockstrap. By now, the cup of the jock was dripping with Stiles’ pre-cum.
Leaking onto the tile floor and finding its way to the nearest drain. His cock
bounces slightly once out of the confines, twitching as the cold air hits it.
He takes his mouth off Derek’s cock with a dull pop, spits onto it and gives it
a few hard tugs.
Derek strokes his hand along the side of Stiles’ face looking down at him. “You
look so good like this.”
Stiles laughs. “What? Stroking you or sucking you?”
“Like this. In a jock. Dripping pre-cum. Sucking me off.” Derek explains with a
smirk.
Stiles goes back to sucking Derek off. In his new position, he takes two of his
fingers and presses them into his hole, moaning as they slide in. He bounces up
and down slightly letting his fingers press farther inside of him. His cock
swings around as he bounces letting pre-cum continue to streak the floor.
A deep sound stirs in Stiles’ throat as Derek lifts him to a standing position.
“uhhnnn…”
“You’ve definitely gotten better. I don’t know how…” Derek lets his mouth
connects with Stiles’ for a moment. Just enough time to taste his own pre-cum
in the teen’s mouth. “I don’t know how, but you’ve gotten me so close already.
I almost shot down your throat about two times.”
Stiles snickers. “Then why didn’t you? I mean, just because you cum once
doesn’t mean I can’t make you cum again.”
“Come here.” Derek whispers as he picks Stiles up into his arms with his
strength. His muscles flex like no other time before as he holds Stiles up.
Derek stares into Stiles’ eyes actually taking a moment to take in just how
beautiful his they are. They’re a form of gorgeous hazel, practically glowing
like liquid gold in the cheap florescent lighting of the locker room. Stiles
wraps his legs around Derek’s waist. His cock pressed firming into Derek’s abs
while they begin kissing. Derek kicks off his boots and pants off. The two then
find themselves walking towards the back wall of the locker room showers while
their tongues are lost in a vicious battle of passionate sucking.
They eventually hit the wall of the shower still in the piston sex position.
The cold of the shower wall tile makes Stiles shiver for a second as his back
makes contact with it. Derek breaks their kiss, biting seductively on Stiles
lip before speaking. With Stiles’ body held up against the wall, Derek takes
off his shirt revealing his sweaty torso.
“Your sweat is such a turn on babe.” Stiles mumbles, letting his chin fall into
Derek’s shoulder.
Derek holds Stiles up with one of his arms, while letting his other hand sliver
down to Stiles’ hole. He presses two of his fingers in, watching the teen’s
face contort with pleasure. Stiles is already slightly loose due to the fact
that he had been fingering himself earlier while Derek’s cock was deep down his
throat.
“Just put it in Derek.” Stiles demands while gripping Derek’s hair.
“I don’t want to hurt you. Just got to stretch you—“ Derek begins, but Stiles
cuts in.
“Let your cock do that. I like it Derek. That slight burn of it. That pull and
tug I feel deep inside when I’m not fully prepared for your girth.” Stiles
smiles lustfully. “Do it. Come on. You’re leaking like crazy anyways. It’s not
like it won’t be slicked up.”
“I haven’t leaked that much.” Derek argues.
“Are you serious right now? I’m pretty sure you’ve poured at least a few
tablespoons of pre-cum over there on that floor.” Stiles laughs. “Gotta
remember to not let that go to waste…remind me.”
Derek shoots Stiles a puzzled look, not fully understanding. “What do you mean
‘not let that go to waste?’”
Stiles does some vulgar licking motions with his tongue and forces a loud
swallow sound out of his throat hoping that Derek gets it.
Derek doesn’t and remains looking confused.
“Oh my God!” Stiles laughs again, harder than last time and playfully punches
Derek in the chest. “See this is why I love you. Even though you hold a bunch
of knowledge about werewolves and all that useless shit…your mind still can’t
measure up to my twisted, porn star level thoughts.”
Derek raises his eyebrow with a smile and Stiles curves his neck down so that
his mouth is level with Derek’s ear.
Stiles whispers, “After we’re done…that will be something of a…dessert.”
“Too far?” Derek smiles and questions.
“Too far? I’m taking it too far?” Last night you were dirty talking like your
life depended on it. “take it bitch”, “I’m going to breed you Stiles”…talking
about pups and crazy shit. But yeah, I guess licking up your globs of pre-cum
is too far.” Stiles let out stifled laughter. “That dirty talking was hot
though. Turn it up a notch next time.”
Derek nods with a smirk and presses the head of his cock to Stiles’ hole.
Stiles lets out a grunt of pleasure all while nodding trying to make Derek
acknowledge to keep going. He does and pushes his dick farther into Stiles.
Stiles takes in a deep breath and doesn’t exhale until the rod is fully inside.
“fuck…” He moans out. Eyes closed softly letting the feeling of his boyfriend
inside of him take over.
“Nice and slow…relax.” Derek said in a calming tone.
“Fuck that. You can go faster Derek. Way faster. As a matter of fact, go as
fast as you can. Drill. Screw. Jackhammer.” Stiles pauses. “What’s faster than
a jackhammer?” He pauses again before shouting out. “Rabbit. Yeah, fucking
rabbit me…until…I don’t know. Until I melt into a puddle of Stiles jizz and
sweat.”
“You’re not even making sense now Stiles.” Derek laughed.
“Well excuse my horny, lascivious slurs…”
Derek thrusts harder into Stiles letting their bodies bash forcefully into the
shower wall. His hands hold Stiles’ arms above his head as Derek continues his
steady pace. Stiles moans loudly, arching his back as he receives the thrusts.
“How come you’re not, you know…doing what you usually do?” Derek asks
continuing to pound Stiles.
“What screaming & shaking? I don’t know. Maybe it’s this position. Is this the
first time we’ve tried this one?” Stiles asks normally, not really paying
attention to the fact that he is still getting ass fucked by his werewolf
boyfriend.
“Yeah. It is.” Derek answers as he stops thrusting. He pulls Stiles off his
cock, turns the boy around and bends him over slightly. “Let’s try this one.”
Derek eases into Stiles’ hole and almost immediately, Stiles’ right knee
buckles and he almost falls to the floor.
“Holy fuck. YEP! Yep, that’s it. That’s definitely how it’s—FUCK!—definitely
how it’s supposed to feel.” Stiles finishes off with a whisper.
Derek smirks and pounds harder into Stiles. His hands clutched rightly onto
Stiles’ waist, pulling the teen down harder onto his cock. It’s at the point
now where Derek actually starts questioning how this teen keeps such a tight
hole yet again. It seems impossible though! Derek and Stiles have even tried
out double penetration a few times. With Derek’s cock, of course, and an
equally girthy dildo. Yet Stiles’ hole retained its shape. Derek really
shouldn’t be complaining. Stiles’ tight ass pushes him directly to the edge of
orgasm as soon as he enters. Stiles’ ass is just too tight to let any cum
actually expel. It’s just one of Derek’s personal beliefs about his boyfriend’s
actually wondrous ass.
“Ride it Stiles. Yeah, keep riding my cock.” Derek ordered and Stiles obeyed.
“Oh, is dirty talkin’ Derek making a comeback?” Stiles asks as he makes sure to
fuck himself roughly on Derek.
“Not going to be as dirty tonight…but you feel so good.”
Stiles begins moving faster. Derek feels like he’s made of cement now. It’s hot
and throbbing, but harder than he’s ever felt Derek get before. It feels
amazing. Derek’s dick is pounding directly into Stiles’ prostate.
Thrust—thrust—thrust.  Stiles can’t believe how good it feels. Feels like he’s
floating. Or melting. Or floating and melting at the same time. For a second he
is actually worried that Derek’s gut buster of a cock could actually knock his
prostate out of place. But before Stiles has time to elaborate of his thoughts,
his eyes roll in the back of his head and he’s painting the shower floor with
his cum.
“God…fuck. Derek…Derek.” Stiles manages out. He can’t focus. His mind is
momentarily disconnected from the world as he jets straight up to cloud 9 and
begins his decent back down. Talk about orgasm like no other. He’s shaking. Not
even just shaking. His body is practically convulsing. His legs have suddenly
acquired a mind of their own. And clearly even with that mind, they’re not even
thinking about standing up. His legs give out and Derek has to hold him up.
Stiles is on his knees, actually kneeling in his very own life-sized ocean of
hot cum. He didn’t even know he had that in him. Looking at the amount he blew,
you would have thought he hadn’t masturbated for a million years. He faces
Derek’s cock while he comes down from probably the most explosive orgasm of his
life.
Derek is standing their stroking away. Pumping his behemoth cock in his fist.
Derek gets on the tips of his toes involuntarily as he unloads on Stiles’ face.
Stiles opens his mouth to catch anything he can. He watches as his seed
splatters across the beautifully blushed skin of his boyfriend. And he keeps
watching it. It isn’t stopping. Not even a slight let up. Absolutely coating
the boy in a face mask of hot semen. When it stops, Derek watches as the cum
drips across Stiles’ face. Such a mess. Stiles’ buzzcut is completely coated.
It’s dripping from the teen’s chin, only to run down his chest. His cheeks, his
forehead, his ears…painted. Stiles laughs, swallowing what he managed to catch
in his mouth. He lets his tongue lick around his lips sucking in what he can.
“And this load was without you knotting. Wow.” Stiles stands up and runs his
hands through his hair. “Let me just tell you, Mr. Hale, the painter, if this
has permanently dyed my hair milky white then you’re explaining it to my dad.”
Stiles kisses Derek on the lips and wraps his arms around his waist.
Stiles turns around, breaking the kiss with Derek to turn on the shower. He
lets the water run across his face. Washing away the evidence of something
truly historical.
“What about dessert?” Derek asks jokingly as he slaps Stiles’ ass cheek.
“I would if I hadn’t already swallowed so much already.”  Stiles replies,
scrubbing his body with the soap. Derek stands behind him, pressing his now
soft cock against Stiles’ worn ass. The two wash up there. They stand, bodies
pressed together under the warm water wondering if another go at it would be
too much for the night.
 
 
 
 
 
 
End Notes
     Suggestions for where they should have sex next time? Any kinks you
     think they should explore?
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