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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Chris_Argent/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Chris_Argent
  Additional Tags:
      Fuck_Or_Die, Bugs_&_Insects, First_Time
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-06-30 Words: 2304
****** Saving by Losing ******
by TamerOfPickles
Summary
     Stiles Stilinski and Chris Argent are alone in the woods when Stiles
     has a sudden need to lose his virginity or else become another
     sacrifice.
Notes
     Takes place the night after episode 3x03.
See the end of the work for more notes
Stiles sipped loudly on the remnants of his soda and tried to get the water
that had melted since the last time. He glanced to his left and stopped his
sipping under the weary gaze of Chris Argent. They were both getting bored as
they waited in Chris’s car as the werewolves searched the woods. They hadn’t
wanted for the mere humans to join them until they were sure that it was safe.
Stiles put his cup back in its holder and pulled out his phone. He checked to
make sure the sound was on and that he hadn’t missed anything. It was the same
as it had been when he had checked it a few minutes ago and a few minutes
before that. Stiles pouted slightly and sighed before glancing over at Chris.
“We’re not going after them.” Chris said, anticipating Stiles’s suggestion.
“Why not?” Stiles asked. “Maybe they’re in trouble.”
“They’re not in trouble. It will still be awhile before we can expect to hear
from them.”
“That doesn’t mean that they aren’t in trouble. You’ve met us.”
Chris sighed. “We’re not changing the plan just because you are bored.”
Stiles slouched lower in the passenger seat and crossed his arms before saying,
“Fine.” He then grabbed his cup and angrily slurped. He grumpily glanced at
Chris to make sure he knew it was meant for him. Chris tried not to react, but
he couldn’t keep the corner of his mouth twitched into a smirk. Stiles narrowed
his eyes in response before turning to look out the window.
As Stiles was facing the darkness, a large bug landed on the glass in front of
him. He drew closer to get a better look. He didn’t think that he had seen that
kind of insect before. Another landed on the windshield. As he turned forward,
Stiles began to remember with horror Scott’s description of the attack on the
campers. He screamed and jumped onto the seat. He removed his hand from the
handle above the door to press the button to lock the already locked doors.
Chris was completely nonplussed. After a long moment of watching Stiles dart
his glance in seemingly random directions, he finally managed to ask, “What is
it?”
“It’s coming for me,” Stiles replied in a rush. Another bug landed on the
driver’s side mirror.
“What’s coming for you?”
“The thing that’s killing the kids. It’s sacrificing virgins for something that
can’t be good.” Stiles backed between the driver and passenger seats to get as
far away as possible from the outside. He whipped around to watch another bug
land on the rear window.
“And you’re …?” Chris asked.
“YES!” shouted Stiles, impatient with the stupid question. Still facing the
rear, he whispered to himself, “If I had only brought a condom with me to
Heather’s party, we would have both been safe.”
“You’re not dead yet. We’ll figure out a way to keep you safe,” Chris tried to
reassure Stiles. He heard a series of soft taps presumably coming more bugs
landing on the roof.
Stiles very intently turned forward towards Chris again. “Umm...” he began to
speak, but stopped himself by biting his lip. Rather than continue to face
Chris, Stiles let himself be distracted by the growing number of bugs crawling
on the windshield.
“What? Do you have an idea?” Chris tried to get him to remain focused and in
control.
“Well … I wouldn’t suggest it if there wasn’t another option, but … I’d be okay
if I weren’t a virgin anymore.” Stiles paused to give his words a chance to
soak in. This time he resolved to keep looking at Chris even if it felt
extremely awkward.
“Well, there aren’t any girls here, so I don’t see how that’s relevant at the
moment.” Stiles pursed as he tried to decide whether spelling things out would
be less awkward that waiting. In his peripheral vision, he could see that the
windows were mostly obscured. There was no way that they could just drive away
without hitting something and making things worse. When Chris saw that Stiles
wasn’t swayed by his argument, he began to reconsider what Stiles was trying to
say. “Wait … you don’t mean the two of us …”
“No, I was thinking of one of the many other devirginators in the relative
safety of this car. Yes, the two of us! I wouldn’t be suggesting it if I
weren’t in immanent threat of being killed in three different ways. Do you have
any better ideas?”
“Uh...” Chris was speechless. He couldn’t find a fault in the logic of Stiles’s
solution. They still didn’t know enough about the thing that was murdering
these kids for him to suggest any defense other than driving like crazy and
hoping that he avoided an accident long enough to escape the swarm. Still,
there was a practical problem. “I’m not …. What if I can’t …?”
Seeing that Chris tacitly accepted the core of his suggestion, Stiles relaxed
slightly. “We won’t know unless we try.” He grabbed Chris’s shirt and gently
pulled. After a moment of hesitation, Chris let Stiles lead him into the back
seat. Stiles positioned him in the corner between the door and the seat and
slid his hand down his chest to his belt. He quickly undid the belt and the
button and zipper beneath. Stiles tentatively placed his hand on Chris’s boxers
and groped what was underneath. Chris took in a quick breath of surprise as
they both discovered that he was beginning to respond. Stiles looked up to give
Chris a smirk before sticking his fingers into Chris's waistband on either side
of his hips. Chris complied with Stiles's unspoken request by lifting himself
enough to let Stiles pull his pants down far enough to get access to what was
underneath.
Stiles took a moment to take a look at Chris's freshly exposed cock and balls.
He had seen plenty of dicks in the locker room, but you weren't supposed to
really look and certainly couldn't look this closely. His penis lay off to the
side, and Stiles could see it pulsed slightly and grew a little larger with
every heartbeat. Stiles absentmindedly reached into his pants and adjusted
himself to accommodate his own growth.
Stiles reached out and brushed his fingers against the soft skin. It jerked in
response to his touch and hit his palm between his fingers, which caused him to
reflexively take hold. He felt it grow firmer as he gave it a few slow strokes.
When it was stiff enough to point forward, leaned in closer and took a sniff of
Chris's musky scent. He wet his lips, pressed them against the tip, and wrapped
his mouth around the head.
Chris moaned and hardened more quickly. He closed his eyes and tried to focus
just on the pleasure and not think about the larger circumstances. Stiles began
to move up and down, trying to take a little more each time. He was extra
careful to keep his teeth from scratching anything. Chris moaned with pleasure
as he enjoyed the new sensations. He had never had a blowjob before because his
wife had found the idea repulsive. Stiles clearly disagreed. When it reached
the back of his mouth, he began to gag and had to pull off. Chris opened his
eyes and asked, “This is really your first time?”
“Yeah, but I’ve watched videos and read things. Doing research is kinda my
thing.” Stiles got up and grabbed his bag from the front. From the front
pocket, he pulled out a CD he had burned and stuck it into the car’s stereo. An
Ivri Lider song came on, and Stiles turned up the volume to drown out the
sounds of the bugs buzzing around and crawling on the car. He opened a side
pocket and pulled out a bottle of lube and a few different types of condoms.
“Um … what size are you? I don’t have much experience in eyeballing these
things.”
It took a moment for Chris to get over his shock. “Regular. You really came
prepared.”
“I stocked up after I thought Heather left while I was searching for a condom.
I didn’t want that to happen again.” Stiles selected one of the regular-sized
condoms and put the rest back into his bag. He then sat down on the back seat
and pulled off his shoes before taking off his jeans and trunks. His cock
smacked his belly after being pulled down with his underwear.
Stiles got back down in front of Chris and gave him a few strokes to fluff him
back up before sucking again. He squirted some of the lube into his left hand
and began to finger himself to get ready for Chris's cock. When he thought it
was hard enough, he lubed and wrapped it in the condom. Stiles turned around
and positioned himself so that Chris's dick pressed gently against his hole. He
took some deep breaths to relax himself, but while he was getting ready the car
began to rock as if being hit by a gusting wind. Caught off guard, Stiles
couldn’t hold himself in place. Instead, he dropped down and took the cock
partially inside himself. Chris gave a deep moan while Stiles gave a surprised
gasp.
He took a moment to get used to it, and Chris tightened his grip on the seats
to resist pushing himself all the way into the warm tightness. Even as he tried
to hold still, the movement of the car caused Stiles to slide a little farther
down with each gust, so he began to intentionally ride up and down on the cock
and taking a little more of it each time. He began to feel tingly at the base
of his dick as Chris’s cock rubbed against his prostate. He recognized the
sensation from when he had played with some vegetables that he had diverted
from the grocery shopping, but a warm cock attached to a real human being was
very different. He began to move faster as he became more comfortable, and the
sensation spread across his body. Once it was clear that Stiles was getting
comfortable, Chris began to move his hips in time with Stiles’s rhythm to help
Stiles take his cock deeper and deeper.
Stiles needed to use both hands to support himself in this awkward position and
was pleasantly surprised as he discovered that he didn’t need to touch himself
to get closer to an orgasm. When he felt himself pass the point of no return,
he realized that he was about to make a huge mess on Chris’s leather interior.
He cried out, “Shit!” with it coming out as a moan, and he managed to grab his
underwear and cover his cock just before the first spurt.
Chris felt Stiles squeeze in time with his orgasm and the extra stimulation
brought him over the edge. His hands clutched the armrest and the back of the
seat as he pushed himself up for one more stroke before filling the condom with
his cum. Neither of them was paying attention at the time, but at that moment
the wind stopped and bugs disappeared.
After a few moments of bliss, they sat together catching their breaths. Once
Stiles recovered his senses, he looked around and noted, “It’s gone. It
worked.” He pulled himself off Chris, cleaned off the lub using his underwear,
and put his pants on commando. Meanwhile, Chris grabbed the empty fast food bag
from the front, placed the used condom inside, and used the leftover napkins to
clean himself off. When they were finishing getting dressed again, they got out
of the car and sat against the hood. Both looked forward into the darkness.
They took their time processing what just had happened.
Finally, Chris decided he had an obligation to make sure Stiles was okay even
if both of them would prefer to not deal with it. “How are you feeling?”
“Tired, sore, good … also a bit sad.”
“Sad?”
“Yeah … You were great, and I’m grateful for what you did for me, but it wasn’t
exactly how I imagined my first time, you know?”
“I know. Neither of us expected this.” Chris definitely hadn’t expected the
first person he slept with after his wife’s death to be his daughter’s underage
male friend, but he didn’t think it would be right to talk to Stiles about
that.
“I’ll figure out a story to tell in case my lack of virginity comes up, which
considering how my life has been is almost a certainty.” Even if everyone
understood that they did what they had to do, they might still have trouble
seeing them the way they did before.
“Thanks. I wouldn’t make you lie, but I have no idea how I would explain this
to Allison.”
After a few more moments of silence, they got back into the car and resumed
their wait with different flavor of awkwardness. After another half hour, Scott
called Stiles to tell them that they hadn’t found anything. He asked Stiles if
he wanted to come to his place like they had planned before this had disrupted
their plans, but Stiles said that he was tired and wanted to just go home and
sleep. He wasn’t sure whether Scott believed him, but he knew that he wouldn’t
press the issue. Stiles wasn’t sure what he would have done if they had found
something. Werewolf senses can be inconvenient at times.
Chris drove Stiles home. Before he got out, Stiles gave Chris an unexpected and
unavoidably awkward in car hug and whispered, “Thanks. You’re a literal
lifesaver.” Stiles grabbed his bag and hopped out of the car. They gave each
other a short but friendly wave before Chris drove away while Stiles walked up
the driveway.
End Notes
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