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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Laura_Hale
  Additional Tags:
      Recreational_Drug_Use, Peer_Pressure, Teen_Derek, Age_Difference, Older
      Stiles_Stilinski, Prostitution, (in_a_sense), Alternate_Universe, Blow
      Jobs, Wet_&_Messy, Come_Swallowing, Facials, Dubious_Morality, Dubious
      Consent, Manipulation, First_Time
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-02-05 Words: 4067
****** Take You Down Another Level (Get You Dancing With the Devil) ******
by Robomantic
Summary
     Derek is tired of being seen as Laura's good little baby brother so
     he doesn't back down when she issues him a challenge. She sends him
     to the sheriff's son to buy weed, but Derek ends up breaking the
     rules in ways he never expected once he gets there.
     Written for the stop,_drop,_howl community on livejournal for the
     prompt:"leave you low and blow your mind"
Notes
     Just to warn you, Stiles is very bad in this and Derek is very naive.
     There will definitely be a sequel to this and hopefully sooner than
     later.
See the end of the work for more notes
Derek was late and Laura really wasn’t being helpful. She got out of archery
club around the same time Derek got out of lacrosse practice so they were
expected to walk home together and both be home safe and sound by dinner.
Derek didn’t want to get in trouble for coming home late and he sure as hell
didn’t want to come home with the stench of weed on him, but Laura had insisted
on taking her sweet time and smoking a joint on the walk home.
“If you’re going to do that, can you at least walk faster?” Derek grumbled,
shifting his backpack on his shoulder. Laura just snorted a laugh and took
another inhale.
“Oh my god, Der. You are seriously too high strung,” Laura said, as she
exhaled.
“No, I’m not,” Derek snapped back. Derek and Laura were pretty close in age
with only a year between her birth and his, but Laura took her slight seniority
as enough reason to treat Derek like a total kid.
“Face it, baby bro, you’re a total goody two shoes. I think you’d rather lock
yourself in your bedroom for the entirety of high school than risk getting in
trouble,” Laura said before taking another hit and exhaling, “It’s cool though!
I mean, it’s your thing,” she added with a laugh, waving her hand dismissively
at Derek.
“Fuck you, Laura,” Derek growled.
“Ooh, you said a bad word! I’m telling!” Laura cackled, skipping ahead of him.
“You don’t know shit, Laura. I’ve done plenty of things you don’t know about,”
Derek snapped impulsively. He immediately regretted it.
Laura stopped and turned, crossing her arms over her chest and raising a single
eyebrow at her brother. Derek stood strong for about a minute, but he knew that
if she questioned him she’d hear the lie in everything he said.
“I mean, I would,” Derek finally conceded, “If I had a reason to.”
“So prove it. Go…. Oh! Go buy some weed!” Laura exclaimed, tapping the
remaining nub of her joint out on a nearby tree. Derek rolled his eyes. She was
only picking that because she was probably out.
“Seriously, Laura?”
“Come on, it’s perfect! I can call a friend of mine and tell him you’re coming.
It’ll be easy peasy,” Laura said, fishing her cellphone out of her jacket to
make the call.
“Wait!” Derek said. Laura paused and looked up at him, a challenge in her
smile. Derek steeled himself.
“Fine, whatever,” he said. He knew most of Laura’s friends anyway, considering
their close ages, so it couldn’t be too terrible.
Laura continued to text back and forth with someone the whole way home,
occasionally laughing at something sent by the person she was texting. Derek
resisted the urge to ask her who she was texting and what she was saying
because he knew she’d only laugh and blow him off.
“Ok Der, we’re all set. He said you can swing by his house tomorrow after
school and pick the stuff up,” Laura said, finally putting her phone away.
“Fine. Who is he?” Derek asked.
“Stiles. He goes to BHU. The sheriff’s kid?” Laura said as though Derek had any
idea who that was.
“The sheriff’s kid deals pot?” Derek asked, incredulously. Laura just shrugged.
“Yeah. If you run into the sheriff, just say you’re there for tutoring. Stiles
was actually my tutor for chem last year, so it’s barely even a lie,” Laura
said.
Derek thought she really needed to work on her definition of lying, but he was
more focused on trying to wrap his mind around what he’d gotten himself into
and how he could reasonably get out of it with his dignity intact.
Unfortunately, he knew that Laura would see through any excuse he had and that
she’d be unbearable if he wimped out now.
“Fine, just give me the address, “Derek said, trying for a nonchalant shrug. He
could tell by his sister’s smile that she was just waiting for him to change
his mind, but he didn’t plan on giving her the satisfaction.
They made it home late to face their mother’s disapproving glare and ended up
washing the dishes after dinner as penance. Considering the size of their
family, that was no small chore. Derek was bitterly silent as they worked
together to get the job done, but Laura didn’t seem bothered.
Later as Derek lay in bed, his mind racing too fast to relax, he got a text
from Laura. In a house full of people with super sensitive hearing, texts were
the only way they could talk with any amount of privacy.
”Don’t freak yourself out too much. Mom HAD to smell it on me and she didn’t
say anything. You’ll be fine.”
Derek felt a little better, but only marginally considering his mom was only
one of the factors that had him worried. Still, it was enough to let him get a
little sleep before his alarm went off bright and early the next morning.
The next day at school passed far faster than usual, Derek was sure of it. The
only thing keeping him from panicking as the clocked tick nearer to three was
the smug look on Laura’s face when she passed him in the hall. Like she just
knew he wasn’t going to do it. Well fuck that. He was sixteen now, not twelve.
He was tired of being Laura Hale’s lame little brother.
Laura had given Derek a slip of paper with a name and address on it at lunch
time and promised to cover for him with Mom. Laura was the only one of the Hale
children who could lie to their mom, but only because she’d learned the trick
of lying while still telling the truth.
Laura’s plan was to simply tell their mom that Derek was going to see Stiles,
her old chemistry tutor. Which was true, but also misleading, and Derek would
have never been able to pull it off. His mom saw right through him every time.
He figured Laura only managed it because she was the next Alpha in line.
Derek made his way to the two-story house with the well-kept front lawn that
apparently belonged to the sheriff of Beacon Hills. He paused momentarily
outside, just long enough to catch his breath. The only car parked out front
was an ostentatious blue jeep, but Derek still wasn’t sure whether or not the
sheriff would be home.
The front door loomed ahead of Derek and he quickly rapped his knuckles on the
door before he lost the courage.
“Hold on, hold on,” someone was mumbling from upstairs. It was quiet enough
that Derek wouldn’t have heard it if he weren’t a werewolf, but as it was, he
stopped knocking and listened as someone jogged down the stairs and made their
way to the front door.
The guy that opened the door was… not really what Derek was expecting. To be
honest, he didn’t know what to expect, but it certainly wasn’t this. The guy
standing in the doorway was a good few inches taller than Derek, lean but fit,
with almost oddly pretty eyes and a smirk that amped up Derek’s nerves by about
a thousand percent.
“You must be Laura’s brother,” Stiles said, running a hand through his messy
hair and propping the screen door open to invite Derek inside.
“It’s Derek,” Derek corrected. He was always a little irked when people only
referred to him in reference to his sister.
“Sure, right,” Stiles said, walking upstairs without any explanation. Derek
didn’t know if he was supposed to wait or follow and his brain process was
admittedly slowed by watching Stiles’s ass as he walked up the stairs.
“You coming?” Stiles asked, shocking Derek into jerking his eyes upward and
nodding. Stiles grinned, letting Derek know pretty clearly that he was busted,
but apparently Derek’s clumsy ogling didn’t bother Stiles as much as amuse him.
Derek told himself to cool down. The last thing he needed was for Stiles to
tell Laura that Derek had been drooling over him like an idiot. He’d never hear
the end of it.
Stiles led Derek into what was apparently his bedroom. He motioned for Derek to
take a seat on the bed while he sat in a desk chair and started rifling through
one of his drawers. Derek took in the room around him and tried to act
nonchalant as Stiles started measuring out a couple nuggets of weed on a small
digital scale.
No matter how hard he tried, Derek’s eyes just kept landing on Stiles. He
couldn’t stop staring at the way his chest pressed against the fabric of his
tee shirt or how nimble his fingers were as he broke up some of the weed and
starting packing it into a glass pipe. When he finally dared to look up at
Stiles’s face, he realized Stiles was giving him that same knee weakening smirk
again.
“You don’t mind smoking a little before you head out, right?” Stiles asked,
looking Derek over.
“No. I mean, that’s totally cool,” Derek said, trying an awkward smile of his
own. Something devious flickered in Stiles’s eyes before he grabbed a lighter
and took a hit. He exhaled and then passed the pipe to Derek. Apparently Derek
looked as nervous as he felt because Stiles took pity on him.
“Here, I’ll show you,” Stiles said, leaning over to adjust the way Derek was
holding the pipe, “Put your thumb over this hole, that’s the carb. You light
and inhale carefully, then you let go of the carb and it kinda shoots down your
throat.”
Derek rolled his eyes as Stiles grinned at the double entendre, but he followed
Stiles’s instructions carefully. Derek choked in surprise as the smoke rushed
down as his throat. Stiles just laughed and patted him on the back.
“And now your pot cherry is officially popped,” Stiles said, grinning
lecherously. Derek just brushed it off and continued to hit the pipe (or bowl,
as Stiles apparently called it) every time it was passed to him. Pretty soon,
he was relaxing into Stiles’s bed and had completely forgotten why he’d even
gone there in the first place.
“You know, I hate to be a buzz kill, but there is the matter of payment,”
Stiles said, fingers steepled under his chin like a Bond villain.
“Oh yeah, sorry. I forgot,” Derek said, reaching for his wallet.
“No, no. It’s cool. I actually have a deal for you. I can hook you up with
plenty for you and Laura both for the price of a small favor,” Stiles said,
still laying the faux-villain on thick. Derek laughed and gestured for Stiles
to continue.
“I want you to blow me,” Stiles said. Derek laughed harder.
“Ok, sure,” he said, rolling his eyes sarcastically.
“No, no, I’m totally serious,” Stiles said, no longer laughing.
“Yeah right. I’m gonna blow you for drugs? Come on, I’m sixteen!” Derek
answered.
“And?” Stiles asked with a shrug.
“And? And you’re like twenty-something and a drug dealer and there’s just no
way,” Derek said, getting up to leave and grabbing what he thought was enough
money to cover the weed he’d just smoked out of his wallet. Not that he had any
idea how much weed was actually supposed to cost. Laura hadn’t bothered to tell
him.
“Christ, you are exactly like Laura said,” Stiles said, shaking his head and
laughing.
“What the hell does that mean?” Derek demanded, glaring daggers at Stiles.
“She said not to even expect you. Said you’d chicken out at the front door,”
Stiles explained. Derek fumed silently as he tried to think of a scathing
reply, but Stiles just stood up and put a hand on his shoulder.
“Look, calm down, dude. It’s not what you think. This isn’t something I do to
be skeezy and get underage blow jobs for weed. You seemed really cool and
pretty obviously into me. I thought you’d want to. And if you got free weed out
of it, all the better,” Stiles explained, as though it were the simplest
concept in the world.
The truth was, Derek did want him and he really didn’t want to prove Laura
right, either. If it was just… a sex thing. That happened, right? It was
probably totally normal for someone like Stiles. Casual sex just because you
wanted to. It wasn’t like he was going full on prostitute or anything and he
didn’t want to be a total virgin forever, either. Derek stood there for a
moment, thinking.
“Look, it’s cool. I shouldn’t have expected you to-“ Stiles started to turn
away as he spoke, but Derek acted on impulse for once and grabbed him. Before
he could even think twice, he’d leaned up on his toes and pressed his mouth
against Stiles’s.
Stiles braced him with both hands on his shoulders and surged forward, pushing
the kiss further and letting his tongue gently swipe against Derek’s lips.
Derek pulled back for a second to breathe, but Stiles didn’t miss a beat. He
moved backward toward his bed and took Derek along with him, dragging him onto
his lap and in for another kiss.
Derek was pretty sure he was high, because nothing else accounted for how he
was able to keep himself from trembling as Stiles let his hand slide down
Derek’s back to his ass. Stiles bit gently at Derek’s lip and grinded his hard
cock up against him.
Derek tried to stifle a moan, embarrassed at how easy he was. If he ended up
coming in his pants he was going to be mortified. It would be a long, sticky,
gross walk home if he did. Thankfully, Stiles eased back and looked at Derek.
“So is that a yes, then?” Stiles asked. Derek’s mind stumbled hazily to
remember what Stiles was talking about until he remembered his offer. He nodded
and nervously licked his lips.
“Here, hop off,” Stiles said, gesturing for Derek to move off his lap. Derek
watched as Stiles sat up on the bed and started stripping and tried not to
freak out.
“You’re making me feel awfully under-dressed now,” Stiles said, once he’d
stripped down. Derek could feel his ears burning hot as Stiles leaned forward
to help lift Derek’s shirt over his head and unbutton his jeans. Derek was both
terrified of being naked in front of Stiles and incredibly grateful that there
was now no way he’d be walking home with come in in his pants.
Stiles gazed at him appreciatively and squeezed his own cock. Unsure of what to
do, Derek kneeled down between Stiles’s legs before deciding he should just lay
down to where he could reach Stiles easily. Of course, then he was frozen
again.
“Here, just touch it first,” Stiles said, his voice soft and encouraging. Derek
was already so overwhelmed with the sight before him and the gorgeous smells
coming off Stiles that he was afraid touching would actually be too much. He
gently took ahold of Stiles’s firm prick and gave it a slow stroke.
“Keep going,” Stiles encouraged, when Derek stopped to look at him for further
direction. Derek continued to stroke, slowly and carefully, his eyes torn
between Stiles’s cock and his flushed face.
“Mm, that’s perfect, but why don’t you try licking it. Get it wet for me,”
Stiles said, voice a little breathless. Derek’s mouth watered as he leaned
forward to taste Stiles, or anyone for that matter, for the first time. He gave
it a nervous little lick at first and then remembered that Stiles had told him
to get it wet. He went in for another try with that in mind, and this time
Stiles let out a low groan of pleasure.
“That’s it, baby. Suck on it for me,” Stiles said. Derek’s whole body heated up
with the way Stiles talked to him, the way he called him baby even though
they’d just met. His hips stuttered against the mattress as he finally took the
head of Stiles’s cock into his mouth, the flavor of precome warm and salty
against his tongue.
Derek sucked carefully at first and then slowly relaxed into it, taking Stiles
in further and sucking. Stiles continued to instruct him, with breathless
words.
“Yeah, use your tongue. Don’t be afraid to get a little messy.”
Pretty soon Derek managed to get a nice rhythm going, coordinating his tongue
and mouth together, and trying his damnedest to ignore the drool and precome
dripping down his chin. He had been trying to stop and wipe his chin and mouth
until Stiles had finally convinced him to stop being embarrassed about it
because apparently he thought it was hot.
In fact, Stiles seemed to really get off on how much of a mess he was making of
Derek’s face. He kept taking his cock and smearing it around Derek’s lips or
telling Derek to stick out his tongue so he could slap his cock against it.
Derek felt almost delirious with the mix of slight embarrassment and arousal.
“God, you’re doing so good. I’m gonna come soon, I promise. Just suck my balls
a little,” Stiles said. Derek paused, unsure if that was something he really
wanted to do.
“Come on, baby. You have no idea how fucking good you’d make me feel,” Stiles
pouted and just like that Derek folded. He took Stiles’s balls into his mouth
one at a time, sucking gently. Stiles moaned and stroked his cock, urging Derek
on.
“Fuck yes. You’re gonna be a good boy and take this load too, right?” Stiles
asked. Derek looked up nervously. Now he was sure he’d found the line. Letting
him get his face all messy and sucking his balls was still not quite up to
swallowing territory, he was pretty sure.
“Come on, Stiles. That’s… I’ve never done this, can you just-“ Derek cut off
with a little wave of his hand. Unsure what Stiles should just do. Stiles
hadn’t even stopped stroking his cock.
“You’ve never tasted it before? Not even your own?” Stiles asked and Derek just
shook his head.
“Well then don’t you want to try it? It’s not bad. Just warm and salty and a
little bitter. Fuck-“ Stiles groaned, cutting off his own speech with a moan.
Apparently just describing it for Derek was turning him on and that more than
anything made Derek want to do it.
“Okay,” Derek said with a nervous shrug. Stiles grinned triumphantly as Derek
wrapped his lips around Stiles’s cock, pushing his hand away and replacing it
with his own.
“Fuck yeah, there you go. Stroke it while you suck,” Stiles said, his long
fingers trailing through Derek’s hair. Derek’s own cock was painfully hard and
he briefly wondered if it would be weird to try and jerk himself off. He was
pretty sure he didn’t have to coordination for it as he focused on making
Stiles come.
“I’m close, get ready,” Stiles groaned and Derek had the thought that he didn’t
really know how he was supposed to get ready just before spurts of hot come
started filling his mouth. Derek instantly reacted to the strange and powerful
taste and pulled his mouth off without thinking only to have the rest of
Stiles’s load shoot across his lips and cheeks.
Stiles relaxed back into the bed and laughed at the startled look on Derek’s
come-streaked face.
“I told you I was about to come! Come over here,” Stiles said, gesturing for
Derek to come closer. Derek scooted up alongside Stiles and let out a very
undignified squeak as Stiles leaned forward to lick his own come from Derek’s
lips. Suddenly he was reminded of the fact that he was still breathtakingly
hard and thrust his hips forward toward Stiles.
“You know, since you were such a trooper and all, the least I can do is return
the favor,” Stiles said, pressing Derek down on the bed and crawling over him.
Rather than getting right to business like Derek had, Stiles took his time. He
kissed his way down Derek’s body, teasing and torturing him in equal measure.
“Please,” Derek moaned. Stiles just grinned and finally took Derek’s cock into
his beautiful mouth. He gently cupped Derek’s balls and sucked and Derek came
so hard and fast that he was pretty sure he whited out for a moment, his balls
emptying into Stiles’s waiting mouth in hot bursts.
“Fuck, sorry!” Derek said, immediately mortified at how fast he’d came, without
warning too.
“No, don’t worry about it. I knew you weren’t gonna last long after waiting so
patiently this whole time,” Stiles said with a grin. He leaned forward and gave
Derek a brief kiss before hopping out of bed to tug on his jeans, foregoing
underwear and a shirt completely.
Derek was a little startled and hazy from his orgasm still, but he quickly got
the picture and started dressing himself too. As he finished getting dressed,
Stiles bagged up the weed he’d been measuring in what looked like a big
unlabeled pharmacy bottle and then tossed it to Derek once he’d finished
pulling himself together.
“There you go, kiddo. You come back by any time you need something,” Stiles
said with a wink. He walked Derek down to the door and Derek tried not to show
how hard his legs were shaking. He wished he could have stayed, but it was
naïve of him to have expected any different.
Just as Derek was walking out the door, Stiles caught him by sleeve and pulled
him back to catch him in one last kiss. Derek kissed back hard and tried not be
a baby about it, but his eyes felt hot with unshed tears and one final kiss
didn’t make him feel any less dirty and used.
“Look,” Stiles said, holding on to prevent Derek from darting away the moment
they stopped kissing, “I kinda have to kick you out before my dad gets back. I
mean, you don’t really want to take this as your opportunity to meet the
Sheriff, right?” Stiles asked.
Derek hadn’t really thought about it, but no, he didn’t really want to run into
Stiles’s dad and then have Stiles try and explain why there was some stoned and
disheveled high school kid in his house. Derek shrugged and nodded, still
trying to reel in his disappointment at the whole situation.
“Look, I want to see you again. Even if you don’t need anything, okay? Gimme
your phone,” Stiles said, even as he reached right into Derek’s pocket to grab
it. Derek watched as Stiles programmed his number into the phone and tried to
stifle down the way his heart jumped in his chest.
There was no way he was getting all excited over some college-aged drug dealer.
That was so very wrong. He knew that, logically, Stiles was either just being
nice or just wanted to fuck around again, but he still couldn’t fight down the
butterflies in his stomach. After all, this was the guy he’d basically lost his
virginity to. A certain attachment was normal, right?
Stiles gave Derek his phone back and kissed him on the forehead and even that
slightly patronizing gesture wasn’t enough to kill the buzz running through
Derek’s body at that moment.
“See you later, Derek,” Stiles said, finally turning around and shutting the
door. Derek started the long walk home and realized that not only did he have
no idea what time it was, but he was going home smelling like both weed and
sex. Not to mention the fact that he had a bunch of illegal drugs in his
backpack now.
Maybe he just didn’t have any nerves left in him or maybe it was Stiles’s bad
influence working on him, but Derek just wasn’t half as worried as he should
have been. He’d call Laura and they’d figure something out and he absolutely
wouldn’t text or call Stiles for at least week.
Plus, he couldn’t wait to tell Laura everything because she was absolutely
going to lose her shit. With that thought, Derek walked home with a bit more
spring in his step than he’d had on the death march to Stiles’s house that very
afternoon.
Apparently making terrible choices was very liberating. Derek wondered why he
hadn’t done it sooner.
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