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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:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Modern_Setting, Bodyguard_Derek, Private_school
      student_Stiles, Car_Sex, Kinda, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Masturbation,
      Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-03-21 Words: 4300
****** Please remember to buckle up ******
by spazgardian
Summary
     Stiles is the son of a well-known, respected politician. Derek is the
     only bodyguard to last more than three months with him. He really
     should have quit while he was ahead.
Notes
     I have no idea. I kept switching between being ashamed of this and
     not giving a single fuck. This is my first attempt at Teen Wolf
     fanfiction and is unbetaed.
     See notes at end for warnings.
See the end of the work for more notes
For the first time in the six months that he had been employed by Governor
Stilinski, Derek was willing to admit that he was screwed.
He thought he had been prepared. The agency had warned him about the governor’s
seventeen-year-old son, who had been forced to move down south of his hometown,
Beacon Hills, and attend an elite private school after one too many pranks
started ending up in the tabloids. He wasn't necessarily a bad kid, Derek was
told, but he was a lot to deal with, too intelligent for his own good, always
sticking his nose where it didn't belong, and quite frankly annoying. Derek was
going to be the Stilinski kid’s fourth bodyguard in the past year. Derek
thought he knew what he was getting into.
All of it was true, and Derek struggled with learning how to put up with Stiles
without wanting to tear his head off for a month. But no one had told Derek
about the kid’s wit, his fierce loyalty to the people important to him, his
passion and enthusiasm, the way his face lit up as he talked about his favorite
things, his tendency to chew on his straws and lick his lips when he was deep
in thought, how distracting it was to try and map out the moles on his face…
It had been four years since his last girlfriend, four years of one night
stands with no chemistry or attraction attached to them, and his dick had to go
and settle on a fucking teenager to pine over.
Derek rubbed his face with his palm and checked the time again. Three minutes
left until the end of the school day, three minutes until he would be stuck
alone in a car for eight hours with his underage charge. Stiles had insisted
that they drove up to his old home in Beacon Hills for spring break instead of
taking the jet and Derek hadn't resisted nearly enough. The kid had to be up to
something; Stiles couldn't sit still for ten minutes but had willingly stuck
himself in a car for almost an entire evening? If he tried to get Derek to take
him to sneak off to Disneyland again Derek was going to leave him there.
He’d probably enjoy that, actually.
Students began flooding out of the school, all of them immaculately dressed and
heading towards unnecessarily expensive cars. Bentley Preparatory Academy was a
picture straight out of a trashy teen television show, where the biggest
problems of the week usually came down to whose party would have the most
guests. And then there was Stiles, looking like he had rolled out of bed in his
uniform and nearly running straight into a car as he made his way towards Derek
and the Range Rover. Jesus Christ how had this kid managed to stay alive this
long?
“Derek, my man!” Stiles crowed as he slid into the backseat, slapping Derek on
the shoulder in what was probably a friendly manner. “You ready for our epic
road trip?”
“Stiles,” he grunted, putting the SUV in reverse to get out of the school
parking lot and get this ridiculous car ride started. “Buckle up. Your dad said
he’d call after his conference at 4.”
“My day was great Derek, thanks for asking! Hey can we stop at McDonalds, I’m
starving.”
“No.”
“Aren't you supposed to do what I say?”
“We've been over this before. I’m your bodyguard, not your servant.”
“Then how come you aren't guarding my body from starvation?”
“Shut up, Stiles.”
Stiles huffed, but a quick look in the rear view mirror showed that he was
grinning hugely. Derek’s eyes lingered on the reflection as Stiles’ long,
nimble fingers tugged at his tie until it was a loose circle around his neck.
The curve of his neck looked provocatively inviting, pale skin promising that
it would hold a bruise quite well-
“Dude, the light’s green.”
Derek cursed under his breath as horns began to blare and all but floored the
gas pedal.
 
 
 
 
“Look I’m not saying that Harris is a soul stealing, blood sucking vampire but
no one’s ever seen him eat real food and it is a true fact that everyone that
takes his class loses a little bit of their soul that semester.”
Derek snorted his laughter and huffed. “Harris being a dick is an entirely
mortal trait so no, I am not going to rip his throat out with my teeth.”
“Well what good are you?!”
Rolling his eyes, Derek just shook his head and opted not to answer that.
Stiles had been surprisingly well behaved so far. The kid was completely
engrossed in his iPad and only once begged and pleaded with Derek to stop for
food and a toilet break. Derek was highly suspicious. Where were all the ‘are
we there yet’s and ‘I’m booooored’s? He wondered if he should be worried about
whatever had locked down Stiles’ attention; it wouldn't be the first time he
caught the kid looking up questionable things in public.
Fabric rustled quietly in the background, Stiles must have been trying to find
a more comfortable position. Derek paid him no attention. They had long since
escaped the aggravatingly busy highways and the only sights around them were
endless road lined by trees, traffic spread with wide spaces between each car.
It was incredibly dull but they were making good time, and Derek thought
longingly of a hot shower to relieve his sore ass. Stiles would be staying with
an old friend of the family, the McCalls, while Derek got to enjoy his time off
in a rare moment of privacy at the local inn. By now he desperately needed some
alone time.
Stiles was humming along endearingly as Katy Perry played on the radio for the
seventh time that trip, and Derek could risk a fond smile with Stiles unable to
see it. “Hey Derek, wanna know what I did during lunch?”
The long drive must have been getting to Derek because the kid sounded like he
was all but purring his words out, a low playful tone that most certainly did
not have him imagining how it might sound if the boy said ‘please’ or ‘more’
like that. And Derek wasn't dumb, he could feel that nothing good was about to
come out of that sweet mouth, but Stiles was going to tell him no matter what
he said. Stiles didn't even need anyone to be actually listening to him to get
him to talk. Derek settled on an indifferent grunt, prepared for meaningless
prattle about the Martin girl or the latest prank on Jackson Whittemore.
“I sucked off a senior in a bathroom stall.”
The vehicle lurched forward and swerved, causing the car behind them to lay on
their horn as it shot past them. Derek swore audibly and brought the SUV back
into its own lane, knuckles white with tension around the steering wheel
because what the fuck.
Stiles rambled on. “One of the guys on the polo team, he’s been staring at me
in the locker room recently so I figured hey, why not. It wasn't even hard to
get him on board, I just had to catch his eye and nod towards the bathroom and-
”
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing,” Derek growled, squeezing his fingers
tight around the steering wheel and trying to hold on to his quickly fraying
control.
“Telling you about my day.”
“Somehow you seem to think I care.”
He didn't care. Not really. His job was to keep Stiles safe but there had been
nothing about keeping the charge from becoming a slut in his contract. Not that
Stiles was a slut, his mind argued viciously, he was just- a teenager, amped up
on hormones, and from daily trips to the parking lot to pick Stiles up Derek
could tell he had plenty of opportunities. He wasn't surprised. How could
anyone look at those pink cupid lips and not want? Or be frustratingly teased
by the long fingers that never stilled? Half of the school had probably been
accidentally seduced, the other half on purpose once the kid realized the power
of the body he had grown into. Derek remembered what being a teenager was like
and he wasn't surprised when Stiles started showing up to the SUV in the
afternoon with his clothes in disarray and all-too-telling bruises on his neck.
Not surprised and certainly not bothered by it. Really.
“But Derek,” he said, more teasing than it was whining, “Scott won’t let me
talk to him about sex things anymore, which is honestly fine because I know way
too much about Allison’s boobs now, I could probably paint an accurate picture.
But I need someone to spill all my secrets to!”
“Take it to your myspace.”
That seemed to catch Stiles off guard before he started laughing. “Your jokes
are as lame as ever dude. Tumblr’s where it’s at now.”
Derek did not care about what kind of internet platform Stiles confided in and
didn't answer, a sign to close the topic, shut up, and go back to behaving so
they could finish the drive without the bodyguard thinking about what Stiles
had for lunch besides the cooked lunch from the maid he got every day.
Stiles, as stubborn as ever, was not cooperating. “So there I am, on my knees
with a dick in my mouth. He wasn't that big, but that made it so much easier to
take him down my throat and let him fuck my mouth, almost had him crying.”
Stiles stopped talking, breathing heavily for a few moments, but Derek wasn't
anywhere near lucky enough to think he was actually done. “Man I used to have
the worst gag reflex, it was such a bummer cause I always thought, well I hoped
that if I was gonna stay a virgin for so long I could at least be a sex god,
y’know? Nope, didn't happen. But now, I still can’t deep throat or anything,
but, shit. It’s gotten so much easier. And it’s such a fu- a fucking rush to
have someone begging for your lips and pulling your hair, it’s just, it’s, god,
I could suck dick, the right dick, all day. Ok maybe not all day, and I expect
some payment, duh.”
It was impossible not to notice Stiles struggling with his words, trying to
breathe them out with too little breath. Derek knew, he knew what the devil of
a kid was doing, and he knew that he shouldn't look. All he had to do was keep
his eyes on the road and block Stiles out.
But he couldn't avoid looking in the rear view mirror.
Stiles was the filthiest thing to ever be spread out on his backseat. His seat
belt was unbuckled and Derek should probably tell him to put it back on but
Stiles had the button and zipper on his slacks undone and his dick out,
gripping it between his thumb and forefinger. His other hand was brought up to
his mouth as he suckled his own fingers, making soft and content noises. Derek
forced his eyes to go back to the road and not focus on the pretty pink flush
of pale skin or the curve of his long cock.
Derek was finding it impossible to think, let alone speak, and the leather of
the steering wheel squeaked in his too tight grasp as he growled,, “Put the
fucking seat belt back on.”
Stiles hummed and decidedly did not obey. “So this guy, right?” His words
slurred around his fingers, promising that it would take more to plug and shut
him up. Something bigger and thicker and preferably attached to Derek. “And
then, then he told me he wants to fuck me, wants to pound my tight ass, and it
made me so hard I thought my dick would explode. But I told him no, wanna know
why?” Only the found of skin sliding against skin and Lorde crooning on the
radio filled the SUV, Derek staying stubbornly silent and fighting to keep from
sneaking quick glances. “Derek,” Stiles said, commanding but filled with want,
and fuck, that was a sound he was never going to get out of his head. “Ask me
why, please.”
“Why,” he croaked so he wouldn't get tortured by that silken voice again,
though the pleased moan wasn't much better.
“Because there’s someone else I want to have first.”
It was agonizing, being unable to see and watch and having his imagination
supply him with images to match the sounds that Stiles made. There was the wet
sound of what must have been lube, and Stiles would be pumping his cock
earnestly now, fucking up into the tight enclosure of his fingers. Derek
wondered what color the engorged flesh had become and envisioned a dark red,
stark and angry against Stiles’ milky skin. Wondered what it would look like as
it was sliding through Derek’s hand instead, disappearing into Derek’s mouth
and leaking bitter precum in it.
Derek could hear Stiles moving around on the back seat, probably to find a
comfortable position, and the thought shocked Derek back into remembering how
horrible of a situation this was. The road may have looked empty but if a cop
appeared and pulled him over… he wasn't sure which thought felt worst: the
embarrassment of getting caught mind-fucked by a teenager or the rage at
someone else seeing Stiles like this.
But lots of people have already seen him like this, the masochist inside of him
crooned, that’s what got you in this situation in the first place. “How many
other guys have you let facefuck you like that?” he gritted out, gravelly and
harsh with possessive lust.
"Mm, only a couple..." Stiles all but purred, laughing in a tone that had
become disgustingly husky. He didn't even know that Stiles' voice could get
that low. "But just between you and me, I only did it for practice. I mastered
the banana but I wanted something real and," Stiles panted, his soft whine just
bordering on needy.
Derek wanted to look. He had never wanted anything more in his life than to
turn around and watch the teen, memorize what kind of touches made Stiles sound
so beautiful and wanton and dirty. Derek breathed deeply, and fuck, this was
probably not the type of situation his trainer thought he'd be in when he was
learning deep breathing exercises. "And what."
It took Stiles a moment to answer, the sound of slick skin and noisy breaths
overwhelming the small space of the SUV. "And I want it to be good when I blow
you."
Derek groaned, keeping one hand on the wheel so he could grind his palm over
the stark outline of his dick in his pants. Stiles began to speak quickly in
his familiar babbling way, but with nothing familiar about the sex dripping
from every word. "I think about you every time, whenever I'm down on my knees
with someone in my mouth, I pretend it's you but they're always nothing like
you and fuck, it just makes me want you more. God, I bet you taste so good. But
you've probably had thousands of blowjobs, that's why I have to practice, I
want to be the best you've had so you'll never be able to think of anyone else,
just me, you're mine, you belong to me."
Stiles' father was the one paying for him, actually, but hell if he was going
to even try and deny the boy's words. Fuck it all, they're true- he'd belonged
completely to Stiles from the moment he was hired and swallowed by those
whiskey eyes. Derek wanted to say something; he wanted to pull over and climb
to the back seat and feed Stiles his dick, just like he was begging for.
Godammit he wanted to look. "Fuck, Stiles," he growled, doing neither of those
things because his hands seemed to be glued to the wheel and the accelerator
locked in place.
"Yes, yeah, I want that too. I bet you'd feel so good in me. I started
fingering myself just for you, so I can take your dick anytime I want."
Dammit.
Derek turned off the road so fast the tires squealed, pulling over and
switching to park. He turned in his seat to get his first full, unhurried view
of Stiles and fuck. His school slacks and boxers had come completely off by now
and his skinny legs were drawn onto the back seat, knees spread to give Derek a
perfect view of him stroking his cock, tugging at his heavy balls. The kid
moved his hand with the rigid tenseness of someone holding back so he wouldn't
come too quickly and Derek knew that it would take just one touch, one lick and
he could get Stiles to come. He’d make Stiles come, and then keep working him
to more orgasms, until Stiles was sobbing from over stimulation. Oh, there was
so much he wanted to do to Stiles, so much he planned on doing, but watching
the boy finish himself off, listening to the fantasies pouring out of his
filthy mouth- that was too good to pass up. “Don’t come yet. Show me what you
do to yourself, Stiles.”
“Already getting bossy, huh?” Stiles laughed, and even that happy noise sounded
wrecked. Still, he scrambled to obey, dropping his erection with a whimper and
slathering up his fingers with lube. He draped a leg over the passenger seat,
and the position must have been uncomfortable for him but Derek could see
everything. His pubic hair was a dark and wiry patch on his crotch but
otherwise he was completely smooth, his asshole puckered pink against the
paleness of the rest of him. Derek wanted to press his face into Stiles, to
tongue him open and feel the tight clench around him and inhale the scent that
would be completely, naturally Stiles.
Stiles was teasing himself now, just a light touch along his rim- he circled
himself, just barely tugging with the tip of his finger, rubbing until his skin
glistened with wetness from the lube. The sight was so tantalizing, so
frustrating to watch patiently, that Derek moaned deeply when the finger
finally breached and pushed in, sinking into Stiles’ ass smoothly and clinging
hungrily as it withdrew.
“Fuck, Derek, can you see, d’you see how I need more?” Stiles’ moan was
frustrated even as he pumped his finger inside, hips jerking with tiny upward
movements. He was squirming and wriggling on the seat, trying to open his legs
wider and bend his wrist to get in deeper, like it really wasn't enough. Like
he needed Derek, Derek’s fingers and cock. Derek would be able to find the
right angle, finger him so perfectly that he’d come before he even took Derek’s
cock. “I fucking ached for more, I needed more, and I bought a dildo and it was
so good but you, shit, look at you.” Stiles’ eyes were fixed on Derek’s crotch
hungrily, eyeing the obvious tent in his slacks while pushing a second finger
in. It went in slower, so slowly that Derek could trace every movement as his
asshole stretched to accommodate the width, and see the exact moment when
Stiles’ discomfort melted into something a little sweeter. Stiles groaned and
threw his head back, keeping his fingers buried in his ass as his chest heaved
with the effort to breathe. “God, I bet you’re bigger. I bet you’re perfect,
thick and fat, right? Tell me, tell me Derek, c’mon say something!”
Derek couldn't imagine how he was expected to speak when he could barely think
past Stiles and want and need. “You bought a dildo?” he blurted out, palming
his dick again as he imagined the blunt head of a toy pushing into Stiles’
tight ass. It wasn't ideal, it should have been Derek inside of him this whole
time, but it became much more tolerable as he thought about Stiles working
himself on the dildo, pounding away at himself with Derek’s name on his lips.
He wondered if Stiles was gentle and easy with himself, drawing it out as long
as he could until he barely needed any stimulation to come, or if he went fast
and rough until he couldn't breathe or think right.
Snorting with laughter, Stiles pulled his fingers out only to push them back in
again, faster and deeper. “Want you so bad, Derek. I nearly chafed my dick when
I first saw you, I jerked off so much, you were such an asshole and I wanted
you to rough me up and, and use me.”
Derek knew the moment Stiles found his prostate- his hips shot up, and the
sharp cry of “oh, fuck!” was going to be something that Derek masturbated to
the memory of forever. Stiles seemed to forget that he had been detailing his
fantasies to Derek and seemed completely focused on teasing his prostate as
much as he could stand, and that was fine by Derek.
“Oh god, oh fuck, Derek, I need you to touch me, I need to come, fuckfuckfuck
make me come.”
Fingers working eagerly inside of him, Stiles began tugging his cock in
desperate strokes, thrusting into his own hands as he chased his orgasm. Derek
didn't know why he wasn't touching when he wanted to, was nearly dying with the
desire to feel that heated skin and get his hands everywhere, but he didn't. He
didn't even touch himself, just squeezed his cock tightly through his pants.
Stiles whimpered and groaned, and when his eyes opened to stare straight at
Derek something finally snapped. He growled and leaned forward, dragging his
tongue against the fingers buried in that tight ass, tracing the stretched rim,
and Stiles nearly shouted when he came, legs kicking out and slipping in the
seat while his body shook all over.
High on adrenaline and testosterone and the thick scent of sex, sweat, and
come, Derek had a hand down his pants and around his dick before Stiles could
come down fully from his climax. “Are you…? No fair, I wanna see!” Stiles
whined, struggling to sit up straight in his seat and reaching towards Derek.
Derek took the hand and held on to it tightly, bringing it to his mouth and
flicking his tongue against the fingers that had just been inside the kid’s
asshole. He sucked the taste of Stiles off his fingers and groaned, tightening
his fist around himself and wanting desperately for it to be a different
tightness around him. Stiles’ eyes were wide and black, eating up the image of
Derek blowing his fingers and rubbing himself off in his pants like a teenager.
“Holy shit Derek, how are you, god you’re so hot, oh my god I’ll never need
porn again, oh my god are you gonna come?” Stiles was babbling, barely
comprehensible to Derek, but the words sent fire through his veins and made his
balls tighten, teetering on the edge of his climax. “Goddamit Derek come
already!”
That one command did it, making Derek groan around Stiles’ fingers and spill
all over his fingers, staining the inside of his underwear and pants. Lost in
the heat burning up his body, Derek jerked his come-soaked hand out and traced
those tempting pink lips, spreading it all over Stiles’ mouth and groaning when
a kitten-pink tongue automatically parted to lick him clean.
As his heart slowly calmed down and his body tethered itself back to earth a
wave of panic slammed into him- fuck, that had been wrong on so many levels.
Stiles was babbling on happily, meaningless words spilling out of his mouth,
and Derek could only think about how shameful it felt to want that mouth bring
him to hardness again, to actually touch more and get Stiles to scream his name
with cause. Fuck, he was so screwed.
Derek jerked back and turned back around in his seat quickly, trying to clear
his head and collect himself and shit, stop thinking about the half naked,
pliable body waiting for him in the backseat. “Clean up, get your seat belt
back on,” he snapped, tossing a pack of tissues behind him without looking.
Stiles didn’t answer at first, but finally chuckled quietly. “You can’t keep
freaking out and acting like it’s a mistake. I don’t see the big deal, you want
me, I want you, bada boom bada bang problem solved. You should just give in,
I’m not gonna quit and it seems kinda stupid to keep torturing yourself.”
Derek stayed silent, wiping his own fingers off and quickly putting the SUV
back in drive and pulling out onto the highway. “This cannot happen,” he
finally said. “Your dad pays me to keep you safe, not take advantage of his
underage son.”
“Dude I turn 18 next month! But hey, whatever makes you feel better.”
The lack of arguing was beyond suspicious, but Derek would take it for now. He
had no idea what was playing on the radio but he cranked it up anyway, and that
was the end of all discussion and the beginning of Derek stubbornly denying
that anything had happened. Nope, nothing at all.
Half an hour passed in silence before Stiles spoke up again. “Oh Der, I almost
forgot, Scott’s mom called and their house is getting fumigated this week so I
won’t be staying there. I told her it was fine, it’d be safer if I stayed with
my head bodyguard at the hotel they put him in, so looks like we’ll be roomies
for the week! I should warn you, I’m a cuddler.”
Fuck.
End Notes
     Please remember to always wear your seatbelt and don’t distract the
     driver (◡‿◡✿) The characters in this story are completely fictional
     and trained to pull off dirty kinks in dangerous situations. Do not
     try at home.
     Stiles is seventeen and thus underaged, but other than a quick moment
     at the end nothing actually occurs between him and Derek. The only
     sexual act between two people happens before the start of the story
     and is mentioned in passing.
      
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     no one to talk Teen Wolf or Sterek with and it's tragic.
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