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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:
      Episode_Related, 3.03_-_Fireflies, Bottom_Derek_Hale, Top_Stiles
      Stilinski, Loss_of_Virginity, First_Time, hints_of_dubcon_but_of_outside
      forces, but_I_make_sure_everyone_is_pretty_content_with_the_situation,
      Derek_volunteers_to_take_care_of_that_virginity_problem, will_be_jossed
      by_the_next_episode
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      Published: 2013-06-18 Words: 4882
****** The Devirginization of Stiles Stilinski ******
by TheVoiceofWrath_(meet_your_fate)
Summary
     Stiles doesn't think it's a problem. After all, what are the odds
     that it'll come after him? It's not like he's the only virgin left in
     Beacon Hills! And it's not like people are lining up to help him out,
     either...
Notes
     Wow guys, I started this at like 3am and it's 11am now and I'm so
     tired... But I wanted to get this out ASAP. The sacrifices we make.
     Anyway, this is unbeta'd. I hope it's not too error riddled! I tried
     something new (for me) with the text messages at the end. I hope it
     looks good.
     I try to make sure everything is totally consensual. I mean, the
     nature of the predicament makes it a little shady, but that's it. And
     Derek bottoms! Because Stiles doesn't have to bottom his first time,
     lol, yay switching! Come find me on Tumblr, I promise I'm friendly!
See the end of the work for more notes
“But whatever’s doing this is targeting virgins. Why?” Scott asks, brows knit
in concern or confusion or both.
Stiles shrugs. He’s kind of done with thinking about this for the moment. It’s
been a long night. “I dunno. Maybe it’s a magic thing? I mean, there’s all
kinds of mythology about sacrificing virgins. Kind of has to be based on some
kind of fact, right?”
They’re at Derek’s loft, meeting up after their separate little adventures.
Scott and Isaac are eating McDonald’s breakfast while Derek paces. Probably
focusing on the sounds of Boyd and Cora breathing or something. Stiles can
understand that. What he can’t understand is the eating; everything was so
terrible. He saw Heather’s body. She’s… she’s dead. Contrary to popular belief,
sometimes he doesn’t feel like stuffing his face. Though he might make an
exception if someone brought him some curly fries.
“But dude, aren’t you worried?” Scott asks after swallowing an entire hash
brown.
Stiles feels like his brain is suffering some major lag right now. “About
what?”
“About being a virgin,” Scott says, acting all shifty like it’s supposed to be
a secret. It’s not; anyone who actually knows him knows better than to think
he’s gotten to use any condoms, XXL or not. And Christ, if he’d just hurried up
maybe Heather—
He shakes his head.“Not really, no. I mean… theoretically whatever is doing
this could pick me next, but what would be the odds? It’s not like I’m the last
virgin left in Beacon Hills. Besides, it could’ve gotten me already and didn’t.
And maybe it only needs three and it has the third person already.”
“But you can’t just, like, count on it being over or that it’ll skip over you.
Dude, you’re in danger,” Scott insist, all urgent like.
Stiles doesn’t really get the urgency. “I’ll be fine. But what about Boyd and
Cora? Are they fine? Will the moon deprivation madness thing wear off?”
“It should,” Derek says. He’s still pacing restlessly. Maybe he’s worrying if
Ms. Blake is going to talk. That is kind of worrisome.
“But they might be extra irritable when they wake up?” Stiles asks.
Derek nods. Stiles knows not to be here when they wake up, then. Besides, he’s
be crashing hard in his own bed ASAP. It’s probably a werewolves only moment
anyway, not to mention the whole Derek’s sister is alive and never looked for
him thing. Talk about awkward.
Stiles checks his pocket to make sure he has his keys and wallet. Out of habit
more than anything, since he knows he put them there like ten minutes ago. One
falls back on their routines when things get stressful. “I gotta get outta
here, man. I’m about to fall over where I’m standing.”
“You could sit down,” Isaac suggests.
Stiles isn’t really interested in figuring out if Isaac is being genuine or
sassy right now. That takes too much effort. “You want a ride home?” he asks
Scott.
“Sure,” Scott says. He pitches his McDonald’s garbage into the trash can and
follows Stiles out. He doesn’t speak again until they’re in the jeep. “You’re
really not worried…?”
“I’m not thinking about it right now. I’ll think about it after I’ve slept for
like twelve hours.”
                                    _______
Sleeping on it doesn’t really help, even though he sleeps right through school.
That used to be a good feeling, used to make him feel like a delinquent in a
good way… He wakes up, takes his pill, eats something and listens on his
illegal scanner for news on this latest body. He can’t ask his dad; his dad
already thinks he’s shady and his dad has his hands full with teenage serial
killer business.
He notices a text on his phone a little while later. He must’ve gotten it while
he was in bed. Meeting at five, it says. He’s already going to be late. Oh
well; they can just deal with it. He goes to shower real quick and puts some
clothes on. There are more texts on his phone by the time he’s pulling out of
the driveway, but whatever. He’ll get there when he gets there.
Scott throws open the door when Stiles arrives. “Where have you been?!”
“Whoa, dude, chill out. I told you I was gonna sleep,” Stiles says, hands up in
a calming sort of gesture.
“Yeah, but you’re late!”
Scott is clearly being unreasonable. “I took a shower. My hair’s still wet and
everything. Man, what is the big deal?”
“What if whoever is sacrificing virgins got you? How was I supposed to know you
were okay? Dude, not cool,” Scott reprimands.
Stiles didn’t think of that. “Crap. Man, I’m sorry. I promise I’m fine,” he
says, going and clapping Scott on the shoulder. He feels like a dick for not
sending Scott a message saying he’d be late.
“Don’t do it again. Go have sex or something so I don’t have to worry.”
“Yeah, not a good reason to go get some,” Stiles counters as they head inside.
“I mean, what would I even say? ‘Hey baby. I might die if I don’t cash in my V-
card. You wanna help me out?’ Don’t think that’s working anytime soon.”
Scott shrugs. “I dunno. Maybe try it?”
Stiles is pretty sure that the only person who wanted to have sex with him is
dead so, no, he won’t be giving it a try anytime soon. He doesn’t exactly feel
at the top of his game. He puts on a smile when he sees Boyd and Cora, who are
eating spaghetti like they’ve been being starved. He’d like to meet Cora
properly. Maybe shake her hand. The smile falls when he remembers Erica,
though… He’ll worry about meeting Cora later. “So, what is this particular
meeting about? The murders or the Alpha pack? Or is there another thing? I
really can’t handle another thing right now.”
“I think it’s just a general ‘what the hell are we gonna do’ meeting,” Isaac
says from the couch.
“Someone needs to have sex with Stiles,” Scott says.
Stiles gapes at Scott. “Wow, really? We’re making that official werewolf
business now?”
“It’s not like they didn’t hear us talking—”
“Dude, I don’t care about that. I care about you putting it on the minutes,
man, like someone’s gonna have to take one for the team to rid me of this
terrible burden. Rude.”
Scott smiles sheepishly. “Well, I mean… who better than one of the group?”
“How about someone who actually wants to have sex with me?” Stiles insists.
“Well,” Peter says from the corner he’s lurking in. “I could be talked into
assisting…”
“Wow, a thousand times no. Never ever. Not in infinity years.” Stiles shudders
and shakes his head. Peter might be helping, for now, but Stiles would never
trust him enough to put out. The whole situation is made creepier by the age
gap. How old even is Peter? Old enough to be Stiles’s father? Stiles has plenty
of issues, but that isn’t one of them. Though there’s nothing wrong with it.
Stiles, just—no. Not happening. Ever.
Peter chuckles. “Oh my, rejected by a sixteen year old. However will I
recover?”
“Shut up, Peter,” Derek says as he comes down the weird spiral staircase.
Apparently he’d wanted to be alone. Or as alone as one can be when they’re
surrounded by werewolves with super hearing.
“Yeah, shut up,” Stiles agrees.
“I’ll take care of it.”
Stiles quirks a brow at Derek. “You’ll take care of what?”
Derek sighs. “Your virginity problem.”
Stiles blinks and flounders for a moment. “Um… What? You’ll what, now? Because
I think I heard wrong.”
“He said he’ll have sex with you,” Peter says, clearly amused. That smug smirk,
god Stiles wishes he could punch it without hurting his hand.
Scott makes a face. “Really? I was thinking more along the lines of Isaac…”
Isaac laughs and shakes his head. “No, thank you. Stiles isn’t my type.”
“Well, you’re not my type, either,” Stiles says. “None of you are my type,
actually. My type is ‘deity who deigns to walk the mortal plane’ and none of
you measure up. So, sucks to be you guys because you can’t tap this.”
Peter smirks wider. “Lie.”
“Was not,” Stiles insists.
“We can all hear your heartbeat,” Isaac says.
“Just because you can hear my heartbeat doesn’t mean I’m lying.”
Scott shrugs. “It kinda does, man…”
Stiles hates werewolves and their stupid hearing abilities. He’s blushing and
embarrassed and kind of pissed, actually. A person should be able to keep
secrets sometimes, when they aren’t hurting anyone.
“So, who is it?” Peter asks. “The one who measures up?”
“To hell with all of you, okay?”
“Stiles,” Scott says. “It’s kind of important. Like, your life depends on it.”
“I would rather hire a hooker than sleep with any of you.”
“But that isn’t legal,” Peter says oh so helpfully.
Stiles rolls his eyes. “Wow, like I’ve never broken the law before.”
“And also you were lying,” Isaac adds. “About how you’d rather hire a hooker.”
Just, fuck everyone in this loft. Stiles can’t believe they’re ganging up on
him about his virginity. “I’m gonna go now.”
“Stiles, wait, you really need to consider this. If you really don’t want to,
fine. It’s your body and you can say no and all that,” Scott assures. “No one’s
gonna make you. But we are going to have to take turns looking out for you. We
can’t chance you getting taken by whatever this thing is.”
Stiles narrows his eyes at Scott. “Really? Making this out like protecting my
virginity is a misappropriation of werewolf time?”
Scott frowns. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
Stiles knows. Still, it’s a shitty situation. No one’s first time should be
‘For the Good’ of anything. It’s not cool.
“I said I’d take care of it,” Derek repeats. He’s just kind of standing there
with his arms crossed, grim like he’s resigned himself to the terrible fate of
taking Stiles’s virginity. Jesus.
“No, thank you, I’ll pass. I don’t want—I’m not… Okay, you know what? Obviously
you look like a Greek god. Everybody knows that and I can’t be blamed for
agreeing. I would literally have to be blind to not think you’re hot. But I’m
kind of sick of this whole self sacrifice thing you have going on lately and I
really don’t feel like being the next grenade you to jump on. That wouldn’t be
a great memory to have. Like, what if I meet someone who actually likes me and
they ask about my first time? What do I say? The resident Alpha did it for my
own good? Because that’s… That’s horrible.”
Scott looks all kinds of sympathetic. “I guess I could… I mean, we’re BFF’s and
I love you. I’d do anything for you.”
Stiles pats Scott’s shoulder and shakes his head. “Thanks buddy, but no. I’m
gonna pass.”
“Whew, good. I mean, I would. I would totally have sex with you. But Allison…”
Stiles nods. “I know. Now that the subject of my virginity is over—”
“It isn’t, actually,” Derek says. Because Derek is nothing if not pigheaded and
it’s actually kind of infuriating. “I know all about screwed up first times.
More than you could even understand. This doesn’t have to be terrible. I’d make
it as… as not terrible as possible.”
“Wow, that is so romantic,” Stiles sighs. Mostly because he’d really rather not
consider how Derek’s first time could be worse than this.
“That actually is pretty romantic coming from him,” Peter chuckles.
Derek glares at Peter and Stiles wonders if that ever actually shuts Peter up
or if Peter coincidentally decides to shut up at that exact moment. “I’ll come
see you tonight. Will your dad be there?”
Stiles shakes his head. “He’s working overtime, what with the serial killer and
all.”
“Then go home. Scott, go with him?”
Scott nods. “Sure. But I’m fleeing before, um…”
“Nothing is gonna happen,” Stiles vows as he turns and leaves. He and Scott go
back to Stiles’s place to play videogames. Which seems really inappropriate. He
saw Heathers body last night and now he’s killing Scott’s virtual character
like nothing’s even changed.
Scott gets a text message around ten and pretends that it isn’t from Derek,
telling him to go away. Stiles just lets it slide and lies on his bed,
contemplating his life. There’s a werewolf coming to take his virginity to
protect him from someone sacrificing virgins. What even is that? How is that
real life? Derek taps on the window five minutes later. Which is weird because
Derek has never tapped; he’s more of a barge right in kind of guy.
“It’s open,” Stiles says, sitting up on his elbows and watching Derek climb in.
There’s a little bag in Derek’s hand from the drugstore. Jesus. “So, what’s the
plan? You gonna try seducing me?”
Derek closes and locks the window behind him before coming to stand at the foot
of the bed. “If I have to. I don’t think it’ll be too hard, though. You already
said you think I’m attractive.”
“It takes more than that. It takes, like… chemistry. It takes emotions.”
“You’re not as smart as I thought you were if you don’t think we have
chemistry. And what emotions do you need? Because there’s trust and… and
fondness.”
“Fondness?” Stiles echoes.
“Maybe it’s not true love, but I’d feel bad if you died.”
“You feel bad when anybody dies and then you blame yourself for it. It’s not a
great compliment.”
“That’s not what I mean,” Derek says. His legs are moving. Stiles thinks Derek
is toeing off his shoes. “I mean I’d… I’d miss you if you died. I’d kill the
thing that did it in the most painful way possible and I’d be sad because I got
used to you and your motor mouth and your smell and you’d be gone. That’s
different than just anybody dying. That’d be like… like a pack member dying.”
Stiles thinks this must be hard for Derek, talking about feelings, but then
Stiles has no way of knowing if Derek is lying. Derek could just be trying to
woo him with his weird sweet talking. “But I’m not pack,” Stiles says.
Derek knees onto the bed and tosses the bag from the drug store onto the
nightstand. “You could be, if you wanted.”
“Are you trying to recruit me with your penis? Or are you trying to seduce me
with recruitment?”
“Neither. I’ve kind of felt like you were pack for a while now. I didn’t ask
because it’s different for humans in packs. You can just leave whenever you
want to and the werewolves suffer the loss. Not that I think you’ll abandon us.
I was being cautious.”
“So, this is you being my Alpha, then? Taking one for the pack?”
“Stiles, why are you making this so difficult? It doesn’t have to be. I’m
attracted to you. It’s wrong, you’re underage, but it’s true and I figure it
only helps now. What do I have to do to prove it to you that I’m not doing this
just because your virginity is maybe putting you in danger?” Derek asks. He
settles on his side beside Stiles and reaches out a tentative hand, smooths it
over Stiles’s stomach. It’s warm; werewolves apparently run a little hotter
than humans.
Stiles grabs Derek’s wrist and feels around until he finds Derek’s pulse. “Say
it again.”
“I’m not just doing this because you’re in danger. I’m doing this because I
want to. I’ll feel terrible about it for a while, but I still want to. Do you
want to?” Derek asks.
Stiles takes a deep breath and sighs. “Yeah. I mean, not really like this, but
yeah. And not just because you’re pretty.”
Derek lets out an amused sound. “Well, that’s good to know.”
“So this… it’s not, like, a one time thing. Right?”
“It doesn’t have to be. But then, it could be. If that’s what you want.”
“You’re being so careful of my wishes and stuff,” Stiles muses.
Derek nods. “I don’t want you to feel… taken advantage of.”
“I feel more like I’m taking advantage of you.”
“Let’s not argue about who’s taking advantage whom right now, okay?” Derek
says. He takes Stiles’s hand in his and it’s so stupidly tender. Stiles smiles.
“Do I get kisses in this deal?”
Derek leans in and kisses him. Uncertain at first, chaste. Like Derek is afraid
it isn’t any good. Stiles doesn’t have a lot of kisses to compare it to, but he
thinks it’s pretty decent. The stubble is an interesting change. He presses
into it and settles on his back, brings his other hand to the nape of Derek’s
neck. Derek takes the hint and puts a knee between Stiles’s legs. He leans over
Stiles and catches Stiles’s bottom lip with his teeth for a moment. He presses
Stiles’s hand to the bed, fingers laced together.
Stiles gets hard very, very fast. He tucks his leg up against Derek’s side and
combs his free hand into Derek’s stupidly perfect hair. The first hint of
friction from Derek’s thigh makes him moan. He runs his tongue along Derek’s
teeth and, surprisingly, Derek just yields to the kiss. Stiles had thought
Derek would be more controlling than that, but it is great to be licking into
Derek’s mouth. It’s literally the best ever.
Nope, never mind, Derek’s hips working against him is the best ever. He can
feel Derek’s dick and he tries to find a complimentary grinding rhythm because
dry humping Derek’s thigh is a really great plan. Greatest plan.
But… but does that count as sex? Will it get the villain off his back? Losing
one’s virginity can’t be described as penetration because then there would be
all kinds of sexually active people who will die virgins and that’s a
clusterfuck of confusion. So, what’s the magical tipping point that un-virgins
someone? He has no idea. Better safe than sorry…?
He gently tugs at Derek’s hair and pulls back from the kiss. “Dude. Your dick
has to be suffocating. Like, I saw those pants. You have to take them off or
you’ll damage your man bits somehow.”
Derek rolls his eyes and sits up on his knees to unfasten his pants. “They’re
not that tight.”
Stiles, meanwhile, is dumbfounded over the bulge in Derek’s jeans. Like, wow.
Derek’s dick isn’t the biggest anyone with internet can see, but it’s not small
and it’s hard and it’s obscene in those jeans. But it’s definitely more obscene
when Derek pushes them down his thighs and isn’t wearing any underwear.
Which, obviously Stiles should’ve known; he didn’t see any underwear lines in
those painted on jeans.
“Uncircumcised. I ought to have figured that out from the whole healing thing,
but I guess I never went there. Huh. And now your shirt’s gone, too. Wow.
Michelangelo would weep if he could see you,” Stiles says, sitting up to run a
hand down Derek’s abs. He’s kind of avoiding the penis right now because he’s
freaking out a little. Abs are a good distraction.
Derek chuckles and flexes those stupidly beautiful abs. “You’re quite the sweet
talker, aren’t you?”
“I only speak the tru—” Stiles is cut off by his own shirt getting pulled over
his head. It’s kind of undignified, really. He sputters and musters up a cranky
look that Derek doesn’t seem to buy for a second. He continues. “—th. And now
I’m all self conscious. Good job. You’re gonna kill my boner.”
“We can’t have that,” Derek says. Purrs really and, honestly, like anything
could kill his boner when Derek’s voice is like that. But Derek reaches down
and gropes him through his jeans and that’s good, too. He groans, his hips
jerking to fuck against that hand and he reaches out to grab Derek’s dick out
of a sense of self preservation. Like, he’s not going down alone or something.
Stroking someone else’s dick is pretty surreal. And that foreskin, wow. The
sites he’s visited have not described how it feels to give an uncircumcised
dude a hand job in near enough detail. Derek seems to be okay with it, though,
and he lets out this beautiful whimper when Stiles works his thumb against the
slit. Derek kisses him again, harder and it’s Derek’s tongue in his mouth this
time.
Stiles tries to catch it in his teeth and suck at it. He’s not sure if he
manages it well but, again, Derek seems to approve. Derek stops trying to make
him come in his pants long enough to unbutton them and pull them off. Stiles
has to let go of Derek and grab onto the blanket because it tugs him about a
foot down the bed.
Stripping someone of their jeans forcefully. That’s a neat trick. And boxers,
too. Stiles blushes and takes a moment to catch his breath. “So, um… That self
consciousness is back.”
“What is there to be self conscious about? Do you think baggy clothes and
stupid t-shirts make your body disappear? You’re not ripped, but… but you’re—I
like the way you look,” Derek says. He’s so earnest that Stiles believes him.
“Jesus. Come here,” Stiles mutters, hooking Derek’s hips with his legs and
tugging him in. He groans when Derek presses against him, grinding his dick
against Derek’s. He could come like this. He probably will, too, because this
is too much in some very amazing ways.
Derek’s kissing him like he’s fucking drowning for it and Derek’s hand slides
down his thigh to hold his leg behind the knee. It’s like movie love scene one-
oh-one and it would have Stiles swooning if all of his blood wasn’t already in
his cock because, how is Derek real life? Derek being secretly fictional is
also supported by the way his shoulders and back feel when Stiles runs his
hands over them. It’s like his muscles have muscles and they flex and roll
under Stiles’s fingers as he moves with Stiles. It’s beautiful.
Just as Stiles is thinking he’s there, Derek pulls back again. Stiles blinks.
“Dude. What?”
“I brought lube and condoms…”
Stiles nods. He’s a little scattered considering he’s coming down from climax
on the wrong side of it, without release being achieved. “Right, yes. I figured
the bag from the drugstore… So, um. How do you want me?”
Derek glances off towards the wall and Stiles notices his ears are red. “You
don’t necessarily—I mean, you don’t have to… I switch. Sometimes. Okay, maybe
not all that often. But I can. If it’s easier for you.”
It takes Stiles a moment to catch up. “You mean you’d let me… be on top?”
He hadn’t even considered that. Christ on a cracker. He has to reach down and
give his balls a sharp tug to keep him from blowing his load over the mental
picture alone.
That red color on Derek’s ears deepens and spreads down his neck. “It’s not a
big deal. I mean, it probably would be with a werewolf because of instinct
stuff… But you’re not going to try to kill me to steal my power. So it’s fine.
If you want. But maybe… maybe you’d stay there and I’d ride you? I mean, you
don’t look too coordinated right now.”
Stiles laughs and shakes his head. “You’re right, I’m not. I’m also not gonna
last.”
“That’s fine,” Derek assures. Derek reaches for the bag and pulls out the
bottle of lube and the box of condoms. Stiles wonders at that, but figures now
isn’t really an appropriate time to talk about werewolf healing powers in
relation to STDs. Something about being of sound mind and judgment.
He is not of sound judgment when Derek is unrolling the condom on his dick and
making sure it’s nice and slick with lube. He thinks his eyes cross.
And then Derek is straddling Stiles, using one hand to spread himself and the
other to finger his own ass open. Stiles groans and reaches between Derek’s
legs to touch, because like hell is he not participating in this part. He feels
along soft, slick skin. Feels it moving with Derek’s fingers. Feels Derek’s
fingers fucking purposefully in and out. Stiles presses one of his own fingers
in, just to the first knuckle, and it’s Derek who’s groaning now.
“Fuck,” Derek mutters and it is, honest to god, one of the sexiest things ever.
Especially with the way Derek’s eyebrows are knit in this needy kind of
expression and it’s so new to see Derek like this. It’s beautiful.
“It’s okay,” Stiles says, because he needs Derek to know that he’s not going to
abuse the vulnerability Derek is showing him. He’s not that kind of an asshole.
Derek pulls his fingers out and puts his cleaner hand on the bed, leaning down
to kiss Stiles some more as he guides Stiles’s dick into his ass. Stiles can’t
even breathe, that’s how good it feels. Too good, too warm, too tight. Too
much. He grabs Derek’s hips just to have something to hold onto. Derek presses
his forehead against Stiles’s and slowly begins to move, while the two of them
breathe the same air and Stiles’s arms go around Derek in a way he isn’t
ashamed to think of as clinging. He needs to cling to this because suddenly it
feels like he’s the one who’s drowning.
“Oh god, oh god…!”
“Just Derek is fine,” Derek says.
Stiles laughs, trailing off on a moan. He reaches between them to take Derek’s
dick in his hand again, jerking it in time with their hips once things are
finally moving more smoothly. Where’s Derek’s prostate? He knows,
theoretically, where it is… He sits up and Derek’s hands go to his shoulders.
Derek is… Derek is bouncing in his lap and Stiles is doing his best to thrust
into Derek harder while he works Derek’s cock.
He thinks his glutes are getting a hell of a workout.
But, true to his lack of experience, he comes his brains out way too soon. He
bites at Derek’s collarbone and moans, trying to keep his hand going as his
hips jerk. He pants and falls back on the bed. “Oh god, oh shit, Derek. Derek
come for me?” he pleads.
Derek does, hands pressed to Stiles’s chest and come streaking up Stiles’s
belly. He whines as he comes and it doesn’t sound particularly human. Stiles
cries out over it because, holy crap that feels so good around his cock that it
hurts. Or maybe that’s the oversensitivity kicking in. Whatever, Stiles isn’t
putting a stop to it anytime soon. He leans up to meet Derek in another, slower
kiss while he milks that last spurt out of Derek. They just kind of stay that
way for a too-short moment before Derek sits up and pulls off of him.
Stiles has thought about removing a condom before, knows how to tie it off in
theory and toss it at the little bedside trashcan like a boss, but Derek beats
him to it. It’s just as well. And then Derek is sidling up against him and
nuzzling. Which is sweet and really pretty great. “Are you okay?” Derek asks.
Stiles blinks. “Dude. How could I not be okay? Hello, you’re the one who just
took a dick.”
Derek rumbles contently. “And I’m just fine. I think I’m going to sleep,
though. Isn’t that what afterglow’s supposed to be for?”
“Like I know…”
He falls asleep with his face pressed against Derek’s neck. Even he can smell
Derek, but probably that’s from the sex sweat. Which his bed will hopefully
smell like for days.
                                    _______
Stiles wakes up alone. Which is pretty sad, but he figures Derek has werewolf
stuff to do. He’s not going to begrudge any time Derek would rather spend with
his sister. God knows how all that’s going to play out. He glances at his phone
to see what time it is. Early, not quite five. He has a text.
                                                                   Derek – 3:49
                                                     Maybe I can top next time.
Stiles grins; next time? Oh, hell yes. He’s down for that. He immediately types
out a response.
Stiles – 4:56
sounds like a plan
                                                                   Derek – 4:57
                                        I left the supplies in your nightstand.
                                                         For when we need them.
Stiles – 4:59
hopefully we need them often.
and hopefully we can like go out
to dinner sometime or something
                                                                   Derek – 5:03
                                               I’ll pick you up tonight at six.
Stiles is beaming. He doesn’t know what this is. He doesn’t know if they’re
boyfriends or something. But he does know now that it wasn’t just Derek taking
one for the team and that’s the important part. They can figure everything out
later.
Stiles – 5:06
I’ll put it on my busy schedule
                                                                   Derek – 5:10
                                                Go back to sleep. You’ll die if
                                                        you wake up this early.
Stiles chuckles and falls asleep with his phone cradled against his chest. Not
on purpose; these things just happen sometimes. And it’ll be a bitch to find
when he does wake up. Oh well.
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