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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale
  Additional Tags:
      Wolfsbane, Intoxication, kinda_sex_polleny, Wolfsbane_Made_Them_Do_It,
      Blow_Jobs, Fluff, Ficlet, Flash_Fic, No_Spoilers
  Collections:
      Teen_Wolf_Flash_Fic
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-09-21 Words: 866
****** Variant ******
by vampireisthenewblack
Summary
     In which Stiles experiments with a wolfsbane variant and gets
     unexpected but not unwelcome results.
Notes
     Prompt via creativitygames.net
     Don't let the first line scare you. The tagged pairing is correct.
     venis_envy reads my stuff before I loose it on the world. Brave girl.
     I <3 her.
See the end of the work for more notes
Stiles sucked Scott's dick once.
It was Scott's fifteenth birthday, his dad had let him down—again—so Stiles had
liberated a bottle of Jack from his dad's liquor cabinet, and they'd gone out
to the preserve and gotten completely trashed.
They'd talked about girls, and sex, and sex with girls. Stiles noticed Scott's
boner, and the next thing he knew he was on his knees, sucking as if his life
depended on it.
Scott's come was bitter and salty, and Stiles could still taste it, still feel
it on the back of his tongue even after he washed his mouth out with whiskey.
They never mentioned it. Scott might have forgotten, but Stiles never believed
that. It was awkward for a couple of days, then everything went back to normal,
as if nothing had ever happened between them, but neither of them ever brought
it up.
Stiles has always been entirely okay with that. Scott's his best friend, and
they're as close as brothers. Closer, if you consider some of the siblings he
knows. He's never thought of Scott like that, and it happened only because they
were blind drunk and horny enough to do anything.
Two years later, and Stiles only thinks of it because he's on his knees again,
giving the second blow job of his life, and things aren't so very different.
It's not Scott's dick in his mouth this time, but the fingers twisted in his
hair belong to someone he's become weirdly fond of. He's not drunk, but he is
whacked out of his gourd on a wolfsbane variant that, in hindsight, he probably
shouldn't have been handling in the first place.
The closest he'd seen to Scott being drunk since he got bitten was at Lydia's
birthday party. Stiles took that particular type of wolfsbane, and tweaked it
until the effects were theoretically more giggly than hallucinatory.
Theoretically.
Stiles was definitely giggling, the poisonous effects of the wolfsbane
eradicated. All that remained was a kind of floaty happiness, like everything
was awesome and his fellow test subject was just kind of
ohmygodsofuckingpretty, and Stiles had to crawl all over him.
While he was doing that, he felt every muscle tight and straining under his
hands and thighs, his werewolf tester having a vastly different reaction from
his own.
Derek was hard, panting, reaching out with a need that was easily a twenty out
of ten on the arousal scale.
And Stiles was the only one close.
Stiles is a giver, and so, like that night two years ago, he helped a friend
out, slithering to his knees, fumbling open Derek's jeans, and sucking him
right down while thanking every god of man and werewolves that he thought to
trial it before shoving it at Scott and saying 'happy birthday!'
Derek isn't awkward about this at all, not like Scott was. Hell no. Derek lifts
Stiles' head, looks down into his eyes as Stiles bobs on his dick, spit running
down his chin because he's nothing if not enthusiastic. If he's honest with
himself he's been dying to do this again but never had the opportunity with
anyone who wasn't his definitely-not-into-guys best friend. While this is only
his second blow job, and he's obviously unpracticed, Derek seems to enjoy it,
if the noises he's making and the way he arches his neck and closes his eyes
and pulls Stiles' mouth back onto him are any indication.
Then Derek says, "I'm gonna come," and tries to guide Stiles off as he circles
the base of his dick with his fingers, perhaps preparing to finish the job
himself.
Stiles bats at Derek's hand. "Want it," he pants, and sucks the head back into
his mouth, pushes down until his eyes water, and gulps.
Derek grunts and jerks his hips, driving the head of his cock into the back of
Stiles' throat. "Fuck," he gasps, pulling back, but he's already coming and
Stiles is already compensating, swallowing even as his eyes stream. But he's
got a smile on his face, because this is awesome, and with all the awkwardness,
he'd forgotten how good it felt to get someone off, to make them come.
He slips off, finally, when Derek starts to go soft in his mouth, breaking the
string of saliva that joins the tip of Derek's cock and his lower lip with a
finger. "Wow," he breathes. He rocks back onto his ass, stretches his legs out
in front of him, looks up and watches Derek tuck himself back into his jeans.
He's still lightheaded, floaty, and he gazes at Derek with what feels like a
ridiculously sappy expression on his face. "You have a really nice dick," he
says, and licks his lips.
Derek raises his eyebrows as he's buttoning his jeans and then drops to his
knees. "That's a failed test, I'm guessing." He falls forward onto his hands
and crawls up and over Stiles' body, pushing him back onto the wooden floor.
His lips come down on Stiles' mouth, and he licks in, like he's trying to get a
taste of himself.
"I dunno," Stiles pants when they come up for air. "I'm pretty happy with the
results."
End Notes
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