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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:
      Alpha_Derek, Anal_Fingering, Anal_Sex, Barebacking, Bottom_Stiles
      Stilinski, Cuddling, Emotional_Hurt/Comfort, First_Time, Recreational
      Drug_Use, Rimming, Top_Derek_Hale, Tumblr, Underage_Sex, unprotected_sex,
      Virgin_Stiles_Stilinski
  Series:
      Part 21 of Prompts,_Pleadings_and_Prezzies,_Oh_My!
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-11-14 Words: 3332
****** Never Leave the Good Shit Behind ******
by Virago77_(PriPri)
Summary
     “...I’m pretty sure I’ve fallen in love with you over the past year
     and I was devastated when you left with Cora, because I didn’t think
     you were ever going to come back—I mean why should you?! But you came
     for me when I needed someone so badly, and you were so nice to me,
     and I didn’t plan to kiss you and I panicked, and… And then I
     realized way, way later, that you kissed me back—why did you do
     that?”
     “When I said I had people here that I wanted more than my sister, I
     was talking about you..."
Notes
     Based on this:
     I wish I knew other fandom blogs that write fic so I could ask for a
     fluffy stoner Sterek smut fic for my bday today, but I’m just over
     here twiddling my thumbs bc I’m shy and I don’t usually talk to
     anybody so I’m just sitting here, smoking, having a stoner Sterek
     smut daydream (follow the tumblr tag road) (jfc I’m such a stoner)
     #follow the tumblr tag road#my birthday#i just want some like#hurt/
     comfort#where Derek finds Stiles getting high#bc he doesn't want to
     think about what the nogitsune did while wearing Stiles' face#and
     Derek will just sit next to him and take the joint/blunt/bowl#Stiles
     will protest#and then get quiet when Derek just hits it and passes it
     back#and then a stoned yet meaningful heart-to-heart#and they
     kiss#but it's Stiles that runs away#not Derek#and Stiles comes back
     in his own time#and then smut#and then stoned smut#and then stoned
     afterglow-y cuddles#yes#this is what i want#and can't have#on my
     birthday#now I'm stoned and sad#I'm gonna smoke some more
      
     I’m hoping this will be a good b-day gift. While I can roll a joint
     like a pro, I’ve never been high, nor have I written stoner!anything
     before. I don’t think this meets all of the requirements, but I did
     my best and hope you enjoy it. Happy birthday unfitdreamer!
      
     I posted this on tumblr ages ago and thought it was well past time I
     cleaned it up and posted here. A big thank you to gabby227 for going
     over it for me. She fixed my typos and grammatical errors; any left
     over are my fault.
See the end of the work for more notes
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                       Never Leave the Good Shit Behind
                                        
Derek thought it odd that Scott was surrounded by his pack and Stiles was
nowhere to be found.  Worse yet, Scott either didn’t notice, or didn’t care. 
Before leaving town with Cora, Derek had noticed that things had begun to
change between the two friends, but if Scott was with everyone except Stiles,
the situation was worse than he had initially thought.  Derek had come back to
town to offer himself as a mentor to Scott, not as a member of his pack, but as
someone who had been a werewolf since birth.  Scott may be an alpha now, but he
was weak and quite frankly, clueless.  Derek was within twenty feet of him and
neither Scott nor any of his friends had noticed it.  He had so much to teach
that boy, but later.  Right now, his priority was finding Stiles, because Derek
had a sinking feeling that the young man was wallowing in guilt over what the
nogitsune had done while inhabiting his body.  If he was anything like Derek,
he was drowning in it.
            It didn’t take him long to track Stiles to the preserve.  The boy
was sitting on the burnt, broken porch of Derek’s former home.  Derek was
surprised to see, or rather smell, that he wasn’t drowning his sorrows in his
father’s whiskey, but smoking what smelled like some high quality reefer.
            Derek dropped himself down onto the charred wood beside him, and
before Stiles could stammer out a question, Derek was taking the blunt from him
and helping himself to a long pull.
            “What the hell—Derek?!” Stiles yelped in surprise before waving
‘gimme-hands’ at the werewolf.
            “Shh,” Derek squeaked doing his best to hold the smoke in his lungs
before finally blowing it out in a ring of smoke, “Don’t get all worked up;
you’ll ruin the high,” he said softly as he passed the blunt back to Stiles.
            Stiles looked at the blunt like it was about to explode, then back
to Derek.  He knew the stuff was good, but he didn’t think it was good enough
to induce hallucinations.
            Derek took it back, “You’re not imagining me,” he said before
taking another deep inhale and passing it back.  Again he blew out the smoke in
rings, but this time Stiles looked on in awe.
            “Is there anything you can’t do?” Stiles muttered before raising
the blunt back to his lips.
            Derek let out a loud chuckle that surprised Stiles, “How much time
you got?”
            Stiles didn’t reply, just passed back to Derek.  They did it in
silence for a few minutes and then, “Can you even get high?” Stiles asked.
            “Sort of.”
            “Sort of?”
            “Not high like you, but it’s not like alcohol either.  For some
reason werewolves don’t metabolize herbs quite as fast.  My parents used to
smoke—can’t keep anything secret in a house full of werewolves.  But as long as
we were in our mid to older teens and stayed at home while we did it… They
didn’t encourage it, but they weren’t hypocrites either.  I used to get
werewolf high—that’s what Laura called it—I used to get high with her,
after...  For birthdays, holidays, the anniversary…”
            Stiles understood what Derek was trying to say.  He and Laura used
to get high to try to numb the pain of their losses.  It’s what he was doing
now.  “I remember everything I did when I was possessed.  Plotting, planning,
hurting, killing.  I remember hurting Scott and Lydia.  I tried so hard to
fight it—”
            “You did; you never hurt your father.  That has to mean something.”
            Stiles nodded and took another pull, and then he was crying.
            Derek took the blunt from him and set it aside before wrapping his
arms around Stiles to comfort him.  He shushed him and told him it was okay,
that he was safe, that the people he loved were safe.  But Stiles wasn’t having
it.  He pulled away and raged. 
            Stiles remembered every horrible thing the nogitsune did and he
remembered that some of the horrible thoughts were in his head long before the
evil fox spirit took over.  He remembered liking that he hurt Scott, liking
that he had terrified Lydia—Peter was lucky that he had been tied down because,
oh the things Stiles wanted to do to him.
            Derek tried to calm him.  Wishing to hurt people—thinking about it
was never the same as doing it.  Derek had issues with his family as all
teenagers did, but that didn’t mean he wanted Kate to burn them alive.  Laura
died alone because Derek was too much of a coward to come back to Beacon Hills
with her.  Derek killed his only living family member (Peter).  And just when
he got his sister back, he sent her away from him because he was full of guilt
over their family’s death, but it was also for selfish reasons.  He could have
very easily stayed with Cora, and travelled like he never had with Laura, but
Derek wanted to come back to Beacon Hills.  There were things—people here that
he didn’t want to leave behind.  People and things he wanted more than his
sister.
            “You haven’t cornered the market on mistakes and self-loathing
Stiles.  I have hated myself since I was fifteen-years-old!  I hate myself even
more now.  But I keep going, I keep trying, otherwise I’d have turned out like
Peter did when he came out of the coma. 
            “What happened while you were possessed was not your fault.  The
fact that you could fight enough to keep your father safe speaks volumes of the
kind of strength you have.  The fact that you hadn’t strangled Scott before you
were possessed should tell you everything you need to know about how strong you
are.”
            Stiles laughed then.  A full-bellied, roll over kind of laugh.  He
laughed until tears streamed down his face.  It was hilarious, and yet true. 
He loved Scott like a brother, but the boy made bad decisions like it was going
out of style, and it was always Stiles that had to help him fix things.
            “Stiles if you need more proof that we’re not held accountable for
other’s sins, or that we’re redeemable—whatever you need to call it, look at
this.”  Derek flashed red eyes at Stiles.
            Stiles was startled, “How the—who—”
            “I didn’t kill anyone, it just…came back.  Maybe it was the
sacrifice I made for Cora; maybe it was never really gone.  I don’t know.  But
I do know that you were willing to sacrifice your life to stop the fox spirit. 
I know that you would have given your life for you father, or Scott, or even
me.  You’re not perfect, but you’re not evil, Stiles.”
            “How do I get to where you are?” Stiles asked tearfully.
            “Time, and maybe some therapy.”
            “And what therapist could I possibly go to?  Morrell freaks me out
beyond belief, and after her tenure as the alpha pack emissary, she’s not
exactly on the list of people I trust.”
            “You could talk to me.”
            Stiles looked at him wide-eyed, his high all but gone.  “Really?”
            “Any time Stiles.  I’m here for you.  Maybe Kate didn’t use my
physical body to kill my family, but it doesn’t mean I don’t understand what
you’re feeling.  If nothing else, we can wallow together.”
            “I’m really glad you’re back,” Stiles said.
            “Yeah?  You’re the first person I’ve seen, so—”
            “Why didn’t you go to Scott first?”
            “I saw him and the pack and you weren’t with them so…”
            “So you came looking for me?!”
            “It bothered me that they were all together without you, and I
figured if you were anything like me, you’d be beating yourself up over—”
            Stiles cut Derek off by throwing his arms around him and pressing
their mouths together in an awkward kiss.  Derek grinned, grasped Stiles by his
hips, tilted his head and slotted their lips together.  He brushed his tongue
against Stiles lips, slipping between them.  Stiles came to his senses and
pulled away just as he felt suction on his tongue.  “Oh my—” he stammered and
rushed off without another word.
            Derek let him go.  He knew Stiles probably needed a little time to
finish sobering up and get his thoughts under control.  He hoped that he had
only been embarrassed about throwing himself at Derek unexpectedly and not that
he hated what had just happened, that he’d kissed Derek by mistake. 
                                      ***
            It was well past midnight when he heard a key slot into the lock. 
Derek heard Stiles’ erratic heartbeat before the door even slid open.  He Derek
set his book on the nightstand, slid out of bed and made his way down the
spiral staircase.  Stiles was standing in the middle of the main room, looking
anxious, “Stop,” he called and Derek came to a halt.  He was only about halfway
down, but he waited for Stiles.
            “I’ve been hot for you since that day on the preserve when we were
looking for Scott’s inhaler.  I’m pretty sure I’ve fallen in love with you over
the past year—I mean the reason you were the king on my chess board was because
the nogitsune knew how I felt about you—it was taunting me.  I was devastated
when you left with Cora, because I didn’t think you were ever going to come
back—I mean why should you?!  You saved your sister, but you lost your alpha
powers, and Scott and I haven’t been the greatest to you.  Erica and Boyd were
gone, and Isaac jumped ship to Scott’s pack.  But you came for me when I needed
someone so badly, and you were so nice to me, and I didn’t plan to kiss you and
I panicked, and… And then I realized way, way later, that you kissed me
back—why did you do that?”
            Derek grinned at Stiles’ outburst.  He had hardly taken a breath
between sentences.  “When I said I had people here that I wanted more than my
sister, I was talking about you.  You haven’t always made things easy for me,
but you’ve never turned your back on me.  You’ve never betrayed me.  In the
pool, when I said that we didn’t trust each other, it was a lie.  I’ve trusted
you ever since you tried to save me from Kate Argent’s bullet.  You’re always
saving me.  You’re always trying to save everyone you love, but unlike Scott,
you also know when someone can’t be saved.  And you’ve never thought that of
me.
            “I never believed that I deserved happiness—I don’t deserve you,
but I’m selfish enough to take you for myself anyway.  If you want me.”  As
Derek said all of this, he made his way down the remaining stairs and met
Stiles in the middle of the room.
            “What do you mean ‘if’?!  How could I not want you?”  
            Stiles threw himself at Derek for the second time that evening;
this time Derek was ready.  He met Stiles in a passionate kiss, driving his
tongue into his mouth and swallowing his moans.  When he pulled away, “Tell me
you want this, Stiles.  Tell me I can have you,” Derek whispered against
Stiles’ mouth.
            “Yes!  Yes to everything!”
            The next coherent thought Stiles had was that of Derek pulling his
jeans off and throwing them into a growing pile of clothes on the floor.  He
looked up and realized they were in Derek’s bedroom, on Derek’s bed.  They were
both shirtless and pantsless and Derek was looking down at him like he wanted
to eat him alive.  “Okay?” Derek asked as he hooked his fingers in his own
briefs.
            Stiles nodded and watched mesmerized as Derek pushed his underwear
to the floor.  Derek’s cock jutted out from a patch of dark hair.  Something
about the fact that Derek didn’t manscape made Stiles’ cock jerk.  Derek was
hot either way, but seeing hair on him was something new and enticing.  He
found nothing wrong with a man waxing or shaving, but Derek all muscular,
strong and hairy…it just worked for him.  And then he realized that he should
be paying attention to the large, uncut cock that was pointing in his direction
and dripping precome.  “Take your shorts off Stiles,” Derek rasped.
            Stiles lifted his hips and yanked his cotton briefs down and tossed
them away.  He wanted to be embarrassed by his body, but he could only focus on
the cut of Derek’s abs and the jut of his hipbones and the size of the meaty
cock that would soon take up residence—
            “Stiles, stop thinking so hard,” Derek said as he made his way back
onto the bed.  “We can do as much or as little as you want.  However you want. 
Just tell me,” he said as he pressed gentle kisses up his stomach to his
chest.  “Anything you want Stiles, I’ll give it to you.”
            “Can I fuck you?” he blurted.
            Derek smiled up at him, “We can do that.”
            Stiles knew he had the most ridiculous look on his face because he
was utterly shocked that Derek would not only be willing to bottom, but would
let Stiles top him.  “Are…are you serious?”
            “I’m versatile Stiles, but even if I wasn’t, I would do anything to
make you happy.”
            Stiles was still a little stunned that he was in bed with the most
glorious werewolf Adonis he had ever had the privilege of meeting.  And said
Adonis wanted to make him, Stiles Stilinski, happy.  He’d question whether or
not he was still high, but he had pretty much killed any buzz he’d had going
during his earlier crying session.  It was hard to believe, but he had the
right number of fingers, so Stiles went with it.  “Okay, can we maybe try that
later?  I wanna—I’ve never…”
            “Turn over, Stiles.”
            Stiles eagerly rolled over to his stomach and Derek wasted no time
slotting himself above him.  Derek licked a line from the back of Stiles neck
to the small of his back.  He then pressed kisses to the creamy white globes of
Stiles’ ass, nipping and sucking here and there, making Stiles groan and
squirm.  Then Derek’s hands were on his ass cheeks, spreading them open and—
            “Oh mother—fuck!” Stiles cried out when Derek’s tongue dragged over
his hole.  He pushed his ass back against Derek’s face as he kissed, sucked and
licked at his pink pucker.  He cried out when Derek pushed his tongue inside,
licking at him, fucking into him.
            Stiles felt Derek’s finger press against his hole and, “Yes! 
Please!” he begged. 
            He whimpered when Derek’s slick digit eased inside him.  He left it
there, unmoving while his tongue kicked its way around his rim.  Finally Stiles
rocked his hips back against Derek’s finger and moaned at the electricity that
shot through him.  Derek began moving his finger, pushing in and out slowly,
and then adding his tongue back into the mix.  He was up to two fingers and his
tongue before Stiles, out of his head with desire, begged him to, “Fuck me
already!”
            Derek eased his tongue and fingers away from Stiles’ puffy hole and
sat back on his heels, “I can’t catch or give you any diseases, but I can use a
condom if you want me to; it’s easier for clean-up.”
            “No; I want you to make a mess of me,” he said, voice low and
wrecked.
            Derek growled and flipped Stiles onto his back.  He pressed a
dirty, messy kiss to his lips, before pushing one of his knees up to his chest,
“I’m gonna fucking wreck you,” he growled, eyes flashing red. 
            Stiles shuddered as he watched Derek reach over to the night stand
and grab the bottle of lube.  He quickly slicked himself up, and then rubbed
lube over Stiles’ anus and perineum, up his balls and over his very sensitive
cock.  Stiles’ body jerked up and Derek released him quickly, wanting to get
inside Stiles before making him come.
            Derek leaned over him, kissing him gently.  Stiles felt the head of
Derek’s cock brush against his opening, “Take a deep breath and push out as I
push in.”  Derek pushed against the tight muscle of his asshole, breaching him
slowly.  Stiles did as Derek instructed and it seemed to help with the
discomfort.  But Stiles was a virgin and Derek was big, so it only helped so
much before Stiles was wincing at the feel of the head of Derek’s penis popping
inside of him.  He didn’t move, he just petted Stiles’ hair with his free hand
and whispered, “Just breathe.  It’ll get better.”
            And it did.
            Derek was bottoming out and moaning before pulling out and easing
himself back in.  There was still a slight twinge of pain, but Derek angled his
hips and “Ohhh!” Stiles shouted.
            “There it is,” Derek said with a smug grin and then proceeded to
hit the spot dead on, over and over.
            Stiles’ hands scrabbled at his back, looking for purchase.  Derek
had one knee pressed into his chest so Stiles brought the other to wrap around
his waist.  He tried arching up to meet Derek’s thrusts, but it just wasn’t
working.  Stiles whined in frustration. 
            Derek stilled, “Shh, I’ve got you,” he murmured.  Derek shifted
them so that he was on his knees and Stiles’ knees were thrown over his arms. 
He thrust in again, pressing in harder and deeper than before and Stiles cried,
“Yes!”
            Derek hips moved fast and hard and deep.  He threw his head back
and lost himself and the tight clutch of Stiles’ ass, but looked down again to
watch as Stiles’ fell apart beneath him.  He was so open and responsive, crying
and cursing and begging for, “More!  Harder! Faster! Fuck, Derek!”   His
nipples were hard and his skin was flush and he could feel his muscles pulling
tight.  He was going to come and Derek couldn’t wait to see it.
            “Touch yourself,” he commanded soft, but firm.
            Stiles reached between them and got a hand on his dick.  He had
barely begun stroking himself when Derek drove into his prostate and had him
shouting, painting his stomach and chest with white ropes of come.
            The sight, the smell, the sound… He had done that to Stiles.  He
had made Stiles come undone.  It was his cock that Stiles was spasming on.  And
Derek came with a growling grunt, filling Stiles’ ass, then pulling out and
coming on Stiles’ still hard cock.  He leaned down and rubbed their dicks
together, making Stiles tremble from overstimulation then capturing his mouth
in a filthy kiss.
            A while later, when they had both stopped shaking from the
intensity of their orgasms, Derek lit up the blunt that Stiles had left on the
porch.  He inhaled deeply before passing it to Stiles, who was curled up
against his chest.  “Oh my God I thought I lost this!” he said happily as he
sucked in a deep inhale.
            “This is good shit; you never leave good shit behind.”
            “Best afterglow ever!” Stiles said as he passed back to Derek.
            There wasn’t much left so they finished it off quickly.  Stiles
splayed himself over Derek’s chest; he began drawing circles around his nipples
and dragging his nails through his chest hair.  Derek only wrapped an arm
around Stiles’ back and sighed contently.  “This is really nice,” Stiles
murmured.
            “Yeah,” Derek whispered back.
            “I…I can stay, right?”
            Derek was quiet for a moment before, “Stiles, I plan to cuddle the
fuck out of you until we both pass out.  Then, in the morning, I’m gonna ride
you until you come screaming my name.  We’ll go out for waffles after.”
            Stiles thought it over and then, “Sounds like a great plan.  I’m
down.”
            Derek flipped Stiles onto his side and proceeded to big spoon the
fuck out of him.
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