There was an unsettling quietness as they lay in the dark of of Derek’s old bedroom. Stiles took a particular interest in the ceiling as he hiked the duvet further up his body. He wasn’t ready to sleep, especially not with the way Derek had been eyeing him as he flounced around the room in the young Hales jersey. The gaze itself made Stiles feel all warm and fuzzy inside, like if Derek pounced on him right then and there he probably wouldn’t mind.
Suddenly, Derek was rolling over. His eyes were halfway open so he didn’t look to be completely sleeping. Maybe he was just as awake as Stiles.
“Stiles, I’m yours. Completely”
“You don’t have to do a song and dance to tell me something, you just tell me”
Stiles looked down at the half naked man before him as Derek’s voice replayed in his head. This feeling wasn’t going away, at least not soon. His palms were already sweaty at the thought, but he pulled them from confinement’s of the blanket anyways. He tried to wave them around discreetly hoping to dry them off.
“You still up Sti?” Derek asked lazily.
“Uum y-yeah. Yeah I am”
His voice was dry and rough “What’s up? Can’t sleep?”
Stiles thought a head shake would suffice as he worked up the courage to speak again. His fidgeting became worse as he noticed his own slight bulge poking through the blanket. Jeez this was bad. Derek wouldn’t mind right? Just some making out and maybe it would go down?
“Derek?”
“Yeah baby?” Stiles was momentarily taken back by the first use of the nickname. The cute name falling from a deep husky voice hadn’t made his predicament any better.
“Could you-” he cleared his through, choking on the words. He already started, he had Derek’s attention, no point in turning back now “Could you, kiss me?”
Whatever sleepiness caged the man had been thrown to the wind as Derek sat up quickly. His eyes were already on Stiles’ lips, even as he spoke “Like-like a peck or…”
“What do you call a really long peck, that’s like multiple pecks but not really a peck at all”
Derek’s chest rumbled against Stiles as it elicited a deep chuckling. He pushed himself to hold his body up, Stiles could feel the heat radiating off of Derek already. In an instant his lips were against Stiles’ giving him exactly what he’d asked for. He was soft but heated and urgent as he lapped at Stiles’ yearning mouth. It was like the night in Derek’s penthouse, Stiles was burning all over. His own hands were desperate as they searched and scratched any piece of skin he could touch. Being greedy Stiles let his body want for more and he pulled for Derek urging his body to settle on top of his own. Derek fit perfectly, as he lay there neatly tucked away under Derek’s body Stiles understood more and more why they were meant for each other.
It burned Stiles to his core not being able to control himself, but it was a trending factor whenever Derek was a round. The small man thrusted his body up, and he shuttered and shook. He’d bumped something, something that definitely hadn’t been there before “O-Oh um-” Derek stopped his ministrations on Stiles’ neck to pull away.
“What? What is it?” Stiles asked, afraid he’d done something wrong.
Derek eyed the debauched boy up and down before speaking “You have a-“
Too dazed to realize how hard he was, Stiles suddenly felt very embarrassed. He was seconds away from humping Derek’s leg like a dog in heat. His biggest problem though, was that Derek wasn’t moving, keeping his arms firm and bracketing Stiles in. He had nowhere to run “Oh shit. I’m sorry Derek I didn’t even–I thought it went away–Just hold on a second-“
“Stiles. Chill. It’s just a boner, and it’s not like you’re out in public, you’re alone. With your boyfriend” he began to stroke an encouraging hand down Stiles’ cheek but the heat behind his touch was making him quiver.
“Right. Right” Stiles nodded, biting his lip and looking anywhere he could to hide his blush.
“Plus. The person who can help you with it is right here”
“Derek-wait-its just… I don’t want to go all the way yet. I just—I’m not, I don’t think I’m ready”
“It’s okay Sti” he smiled darkly, before using his tongue to rope the lobe of Stiles’ ear into his mouth, sucking on it soundly “There are other ways you know”
Stiles wasn’t blind, Derek clearly looked like the type of man to ravage someone in bed. To become a complete animal and make you forget who you are. But his light personality always distracted Stiles from those thoughts. So when he did things like biting on his ear or speaking huskily Stiles felt like he was an entirely different person.
Too busy wound in his thoughts, Stiles didn’t realize what was happening until he heard the waistband of his boxers snapping against his skin.
“Haaa…” the foreign moan rolled from his lips as Derek’s thick warm hands slowly tugged at the base of his cock.
“Should I not-“
“No I’m okay. It’s just weird. D-Different-not weird- to have someone else’s hand down there” with the green light Derek continued. Swiping the leaky slit just to cover his entire manhood in the clear substance. Stiles failed to control his hips and bucked into Derek hand. He needed more, so much more but right now this would bring him to the edge. Stiles shamelessly whimpered into Derek’s ear, encouraging the man to go on.
So good, so good, so good he moaned on repeat in his head. He feared he’d be too loud if he spoke.
“Do you like it?” The tone in his voice was playful so Stiles knew it was rhetorical. Even if it wasn’t he didn’t really have the skills to respond. Derek was already stroking and pulling Stiles to the edge just to bring him back down again. Derek knew it felt good, he knew Stiles was enjoying it How could he be so good at this?
It had been so long since he touched himself, and he’d never had anyone else down there. Embarrassingly enough he was about to finish. But he couldn’t, not yet, his first time with Derek couldn’t be remembered by coming in three seconds.
Maybe I just need to distract myself he thought. So ungracefully his hand flew up to the first thing it hit. Derek’s own erection–he’s hard too.
He only palmed Derek through his boxers before his hands plunged into Derek’s own skin tight boxer briefs. Even in the dark Stiles could see Derek’s mouth hang open as skinny fingers stroked him back and forth. Stiles wasn’t sure what Derek liked so he just did what he would do to himself.
Gently he guided his hand down the shaft then all the way back up. Down, then up again. He took a moment to stop, rolling around Derek’s balls in his hand, trying to get him close “Is that good?” Stiles asked when Derek hadn’t made a sound for a while.
It took a minute for him to get a response. Derek’s head had sunk down, resting against Stiles’ own sweaty and blush covered shoulder “Y-Yeah…Too good–” Derek tried as Stiles’ hand sped up “—maybe you should–wait–ugh ugh– Stiles wait”
But the man didn’t wait, instead he threw his head back, letting his orgasm building up. Derek was close too. So Stiles worked his hand faster, long strokes that finally pulled the hot sensual moans from Derek’s mouth. Then, as if it were something miraculous, there was a ringing in Stiles’ ear and he closed his eyes to a bright light. Derek was groaning into Stiles’ mouth as he kissed his lips, both men releasing at the same second.
Neither of them spoke. Instead, seconds passed in the dark room as both men fought to catch their breaths. Derek’s chest was beating so hard against Stiles’ own he feared the man might pass out.
“I’ve never…not at the exact same time…that’s crazy” Derek huffed out, still on top of Stiles.
“Crazy good? Or crazy bad?”
“Good. Crazy, crazy good” he kissed at Stiles’ lips once more.
The next day Stiles was awoken by a string of ‘dings’ being let off by his phone. Derek didn’t help, adding an annoyed groan to the equation “Somebody’s popular today” he mumbled, pulling the smaller body into his. Stiles stretched his arm from the bed letting the blanket fall, not wanting to fight Derek on letting him go. He caught a good glimpse of himself in the standing mirror propped in the corner and seen all the marks Derek had left on him. Luckily they all could be covered with clothes, he didn’t need to answer any inappropriate questions that were sure to come from his friends.
“It’s just Isaac. One of the ovens have been sparking and he’s freaking out”
“I don’t know baby, that sounds serious”
“Thanks Mr. Handy man but I’ve baked hundreds of things with that thing it’ll survive a little longer” Stiles joked, powering his phone down. He rolled into Derek’s arms, trying and failing to tame the mans morning messy hair. Meanwhile his other hand rubbed playfully at the naked chest across from him. Derek was a free sleeper, which meant the less clothes the better. So he was still only in his fresh boxers, folded comfortably under the sheets “Sorry I woke you” Stiles whispered.
“It’s okay. Totally worth it to wake up and see that face” the two were retreating from a morning kiss when eager hands padded angrily against Derek’s bedroom door.
“STILES! Momma made pancakes come eat with me” for a second you could hear the pitter patter of her feet trail off, then run back and shout “-oh you too Der”
“Gee thanks” he mumbled.
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