Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/752473.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Stiles_Stilinski/Original_Male_Character(s)
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Original_Male_Character
  Additional Tags:
      Frottage, Angst, Accidental_Voyeurism, Voyeurism
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-04-07 Words: 594
****** Not On The Mouth ******
by gracefulally
Summary
     Derek and Stiles are in a fight. Stiles wants a relationship. Derek
     says he doesn't have time, yet he stalks Stiles' every waking moment.
     Being a typical teen, Stiles has urges and decides to fool around
     with a teammate. Derek oversees the frenzied sex and fallout when
     Stiles won't let the other teen kiss him.
When Derek heard the rapid heartbeat and stuttering breath, his head jerked up
from looking down at his phone for the time. He had been impatiently waiting
for a teenage boy, who'd shown up earlier, to leave the Stilinski house so he
could check on (read: bother) Stiles. Now, he worried his presence was required
sooner.
Derek was quick in making his way to the side of the Stilinski house, to
Stiles’ room just in time to overhear Stiles’ muffled cry. His hands went to
throw up open the window on instinct, fearing that Stiles was in trouble. What
he saw inside, though, made him stop short of opening the window and stumble
back a couple steps. A completely naked Stiles was laying on his back on his
bed as the other teen, who wore nothing but a t-shirt, crawled over him before
taking both of their hard dicks into a hand and rubbing them together.
Speechless and damn-near shaking with rage at Stiles' gall, Derek could do
nothing but watch as Stiles lay there, eyes closed and biting his own lips
while the other boy stared at him, mouth agape, and expression full of lust. As
the boy jerked them faster, he leaned down, propping an arm near Stiles’
shoulder, and licked Stiles’ chest, which made Stiles flinch. Left hand
snapping up to the other boy’s shoulder, Stiles gripped the t-shirt before
arching his lanky form with a groan.
“Fuck,” Stiles breathed. The swear easily fell from his parted lips and made
Derek ache to be the one causing that sound.
The teens' pulses seemed to race one another, and the other boy became more
frantic as he pumped and pumped, getting his hips into the motion. He then
swooped down and landed a sloppy kiss on Stiles’ face because Stiles managed to
jerk at just the right moment for the other teen to miss his mouth. Undaunted,
the boy on top of him tried for another kiss, but this time, Stiles put a hand
up to either shoulder and pushed.
“Knock it off,” Stiles huffed, sounding annoyed before his arms braced when the
boy tried to lean down, again. “Seriously, bro, I don’t want to kiss you,” he
added with a pointed look when he opened his eyes.
That remark seemed to anger the other teen, who immediately shoved himself off
of Stiles and scrambled to stand up alongside the bed. “You’re unbelievable,”
the boy spat as he pulled on a pair of jeans and stomped into some shoes.
“Excuse me?” Stiles demanded, brow narrowing.
Rolling his eyes, the disgruntled teen pulled a baseball cap on, over his
mussed hair, and dug around in his pockets. “I get it, you know, the whole gay-
for-fun thing,” the guy explained. “Well, I did, but then I turned sixteen and
realized how much of an ass I was.”
Stiles looked thoroughly offended. “I want sex, but I don’t want your tongue in
my mouth, so I’m an ass?”
“Yeah,” was the grunted reply as soon as the teen found his keys. “Enjoy your
hand, Stilinski,” he added before grabbing a backpack and leaving the room in a
huff.
Stiles flopped his arms out on the bed and stared at the ceiling before his
mouth suddenly tightened up. He seethed a breath and then shook his head. “Fuck
you, Derek,” he angrily whispered. “Seriously, fuck you.”
Derek closed his eyes with a soft wince when Stiles’ voice cracked with
emotion. Quietly, he slipped away leaving nothing but a couple footprints and
bad vibes in his wake.
Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed
their work!