Stiles entered his room just in time to see Derek crawl through his window.
"Oh hey, anymore info on the sulphur? Apparently different variations mean different supernatural things. It'd be really helpful if we had a sample of it. Lydia and I could try taking it apart or something," Stiles said. A bowl of familiar sweet smelling peach cobbler sat on his desk.
"Cobbler?" Derek asked already knowing the answer.
"Mm, Peter dropped it off yesterday as thanks for the pancakes from forever ago. He's making it really difficult to dislike him, but easier to be suspicious. It's a strange combo," Stiles confessed, putting another spoon of cobbler in his mouth. Derek rubbed his hands over his face. Turning to take off his jacket, Derek noticed the bed.
"Like it? Dad ordered it online and had them build it into the room. It hasn't been werewolf tested yet, but Scott and I put sacks of sand, we found on the side of the road, on it. It didn't break," Stiles spoke as Derek went to stand in front of it.
The bed would easily hold the entire pack comfortably, and with a little more room to grow. It spanned half of Stiles' room, taking up what little floor space the room had before.
"Your room..." Derek stared at the huge piece of furniture. It didn't have any posts, instead it lay flush with the floor, bracketed by two walls.
"Is basically a ginormous bed and a computer table? I'm aware, but the pack really needed it. Also it has this cool storage in it so I didn't need the dresser anymore. It's a bed and a dresser. A bedresser...or something. Here let me show you where I put the pack's clothes. Did you get your phone fixed?" Stiles asked, kneeling down to pull the drawers open.
"Finally, the phone people were very confused as to how the autocorrect got locked but it's..." Derek stopped talking as Stiles knelt on all fours, shuffling around the drawers with his ass in the air.
"Huh, I thought I put them here, maybe this one, it's what now?" Stiles asked completely unaware as to what he looked like.
"It's fine," Derek breathed out as he tried to control his rising instincts.
"Good because I've been hearing some things about that prostitute problem of yours again, not to mention something about Allison and a new sex position. You know how Scott gets when...why are your eyes doing that flashy thing?" Stiles asked suddenly. He had turned to glance at Derek when he noticed the wolf's eyes. Derek's nostrils flared as he scented the spike in Stiles' scent.
"I wasn't doing anything particularly alluring, unless lost clothes gets you going. Or, oh, was it the, bending over bit?" Stiles asked hesitantly, licking his lips out of habit. Derek watched Stiles' neck flush. Opening his mouth to say something, his words died in his throat as Stiles deliberately turned back around bending over his bed. Derek couldn't think of a more blatant invitation.
"If I had known this was all I needed to do to get you to make a move, I would've bent over every goddamn surface I came across," Stiles said, his voice going interestingly lower. "Do you know how crazy you've made me knowing that you're interested but not knowing what you want?"
"I want everything," Derek whispered from right behind him. Derek could hear Stiles' heart hammering in his chest, an echo of Derek's own.
"Really? Because I know we've been hanging out more, but we've barely even kissed since the puppy pile that broke the bed," Stiles' voice hitched as Derek's hand skimmed down his side. Derek felt every bit of muscle, of bone, ending the caress at Stiles' hip gripping the boy to himself.
"I didn't want to push for anything, you're so young and," Derek bit back a gasp as Stiles pushed his ass into Derek's groin.
"Stop. playing. the. young. card." Stiles bit out as he found out personally how affected Derek was by his display. "I don't know what else I could possibly do, to tell you how much I want this, how much I want you. I'd strip off my clothes and dance around you until you got it, if I thought it would help."
"The bending will suffice," Derek grinned even though Stiles couldn't see it. Derek brought his hand up towards that devastating neck he'd been wanting to taste for months, gripping Stiles so that he sat up on his knees. The bed put Stiles at the perfect height for Derek to lick a stripe alongside Stiles' neck, earning him a soft moan from Stiles.
"Apparently so," Stiles replied, his voice rough. "More of that," Stiles demanded, reaching back to grab Derek. The alpha obliged, sucking marks into Stiles' skin that he just knew his father would ask about. Derek could taste Stiles' lust on the boy's skin, making him nip a little harder than he inteded. A throaty moan told Derek that Stiles did not mind in the least.
"God, yes," Stiles answered, leaning his head against Derek's shoulder, baring the entirety of his neck. Derek's could feel his teeth elongate and his claws grow. Wondering what he could get away with, Derek pushed Stiles unceremoniously facedown on the bed.
"Mfmmmf!" Stiles complained. "You could warn a...oh," Stiles whole body lit up with pleasure as Derek straddled his ass, grinding his erection into Stiles with deliberate strokes.
Stiles arched into Derek, putting himself on his elbows so his ass raised up. Derek ran a hand up Stiles' shirt, palming the length of Stiles' spine in a long caress. Stiles ground into the bed a little, trying to get any type of friction he could on his own erection. He needed more, more of Derek, more of this. He'd been waiting for Derek to do something, anything.
"More," Stiles begged.
"You sure?" Derek asked. Stiles had to be sure.
"That's it, I'm taking off my own pants," Stiles grumbled, trying to get up but Derek's weight kept him down. "Ugh, how are you this heavy, you're not even that much taller than I am, like maybe an inch," Stiles complained as Derek enjoyed his squirming.
"Werewolf, remember," Derek huffed out, his teeth making his words near growls.
"Your teeth are out aren't they?" Stiles asked as he stopped trying to get away. He didn't even need Derek to touch him for his body to flush with warmth. His hips flexed involuntarily and Derek made a small sound then.
"You like it don't you, when I've partially let go," Derek growled out. Stiles writhed under him. Moving back a little, Derek jerked Stiles on his hands, tugging at his shirt. "Off," Derek ordered. Stiles sat back to oblige, putting himself squarely in Derek's lap.
Derek watched Stiles take his shirt off, watched the play of muscles that moved beneath pale skin. Stiles' may not be as built as Scott or Jackson, but he was lean and toned. Freckles dotted Stiles' skin, the only other marks were the ones Derek had left with his teeth. Wrapping his arms around Stiles, Derek held him for a moment. Stiles' heartrate was quick as a jackrabbit. He breathed in Stiles' scent, enjoying the silence.
"So, did you want the lube because it's in one of those drawers," Stiles spoke, breaking not only the silence but the last bit of control Derek had been holding onto. Leaving a harsh bite on Stiles' shoulder that made him cry out, Derek stripped off his own shirt.
"Yes, lube," Derek growled out against his fangs. Words were getting hard to form.
"Fuck don't need to tell me twice," Stiles got his legs back from Derek, switching himself around so that his front half dangled off the bed.
"Here you, goooah," Stiles worded, tossing the lube at Derek as the alpha tossed his black shirt onto the floor. And seriously, Stiles needed to let Derek know that no one would judge him for buying other colors than black. Later, though, as Stiles was now too busy drooling over Derek to be of any good.
"Can I just, yeah," Stiles mumbled as he reached out to drag his nails down Derek's chest. Derek's hips flexed and Stiles couldn't help himself. He climbed on top of Derek, shoving his tongue inside of Derek's mouth. Stiles' mouth tasted like peaches and Derek pressed himself closer, as if he could crawl inside Stiles. Stiles could feel the press of fangs against his lips and he bucked against Derek, earning a moan. Stiles' skin felt too hot, his body ached for Derek.
"Come on, come on please, I'm so ready, please," Stiles begged, nuzzling along Derek's jaw. True wolves often begged by licking one another's chin and jaw, Stiles wondered if it were the same for werewolves. Stiles licked the space between Derek's neck and collarbone, laved the hollow that he'd been dying to touch for months. He bit down suddenly, getting a nice chunk of muscle between his teeth, felt Derek go rigid and then moan loud.
Derek outlined Stiles' length through his jeans in retaliation. Stiles would not admit later that a high whine escaped him.
"Pants, off," Derek rumbled as he unbuttoned his jeans. Stiles batted his hands away, "You too," he told the alpha. Stiles wasn't surprised to see that Derek had foregone underwear. Derek reached for Stiles but the younger boy pulled back a little.
"Um, so there's something I have to tell you," Stiles said, his scent changing to nervousness. Derek felt his fangs detract along with his claws.
"Did you change your mind about the condoms, because I told you that I'd be okay with that if you wanted to use one," Derek reassured Stiles. They had had the condom-no-condom talk weeks ago, deciding against them as Derek couldn't get or give anything and Stiles hadn't touched anyone but himself.
"No, not that, just, I had um, been dying for you basically, and sort of took matters into my own hands," Stiles answerd vaguely.
"Stiles, if you're trying to tell me that you masturbated, a lot, I know, I can smell it in your room."
"I know you can smell that, but this is sort of different," Stiles replied, deciding to just show Derek because he didn't think he'd be able to say it. Taking off his boxers, he turned around again, getting back onto all fours.
"Oh, that's what you meant. Why would...?"
"I got tired of waiting for you to put something in my ass, so I did it for myself. I, um, hadn't planned on sex today so I just sort of, had it in," Stiles elaborated why he had an anal plug in. Derek couldn't look away from the purple base. "It cuts down on prep time," Stiles offered helpfully.
"Suddenly, I'm a big fan of this," Derek rumbled, reaching out to run his hands with their returning claws over Stiles ass.
"Thought you'd be," Stiles commented smartly. Stiles would also not admit later that he let out a squeak when Derek dragged him backwards by the hips. He stopped breathing at the delicious tug he felt as Derek removed the plug he had bought on a whim.
Derek poured lube onto his cock, wondering where Stiles acquired lube and an anal plug. Derek knew there wasn't a sex shop in Beacon Hills.
Stiles tried to take slower breaths as he waited for Derek. Tried, but couldn't stop the short pants that had started. He reached down to stroke himself but Derek batted at his hand.
"What?" Stiles asked, all confusion and want.
"You're so worked up, I'm wondering if I could make you cum without even touching you," Derek growled, spreading the lube.
"Oh, God," Stiles mumbled bracing himself as Derek fitted himself behind Stiles, the alpha's erection teasing at Stiles' hole.
"Just breathe," Derek advised.
"Easy for you to saaaaayy," Stiles dragged out his words, trying not to tense as Derek entered him. Stiles knew it would be different than the plug, he knew this, but he winced anways, trembling on his forearms.
"S'okay?" Derek asked around his canines, giving a shallow thrust.
"Mmmhm," Stiles answered, wanting more, pushing back to take Derek in. Derek leaned forward, taking most of his weight onto one arm, reaching with his other to wrap around Stiles' neck. Stiles wouldn't admit later that he might sort of have a thing for hands on his neck.
Stiles felt his skin break out in a light sweat, groaning as Derek's hips finally fit flush against his. Derek was pressing open mouthed kisses to Stiles' spine, dragging his teeth against the bony knobs.
"Move, already," Stiles moaned out, not even caring how debauched his voice sounded. Derek began to thrust slowly, but Stiles had other ideas. Gripping the bed to give him leverage, Stiles bucked backwards, catching Derek off guard and ripping a surprised sound from the wolf. Derek gave a low growl that Stiles felt, before jacking his hips forward, putting his weight into the action to make it deep.
"Yes, oh fuck, fucking finally," Stiles stuttered out. He'd been waiting, so long to feel Derek like this. And it hurt, of course it hurt, but in the best possible way. He was leaking pre-come, making a mess of the new bedspread but he just couldn't seem to care.
"God, you feel, you're so..." Derek couldn't find the right words as he angled his hips. Stiles opened his mouth to answer but instead gave a small shout as Derek hit something inside of him that shot sparks behind his eyes.
"Oh, there?" Derek asked, thrusting his hips against the same spot.
"There, there," Stiles panted, as a low thrum of pleasure started to build in his stomach. He was very glad he hadn't bet Derek earlier, because he sure as fuck was going to cum without being touched.
Derek adjusted his hand as he felt his claws fully extend, not wanting to nick Stiles, but not wanting to let go either. Stiles felt Derek's claws drag down his throat and he whined at the feel of it.
"Wanted this, wanted you," Derek breathed against the back of Stiles' neck, the words sounding punched from the wolf. The admission along with the constant pressure against his prostate was just too much. Stiles felt his orgasm roll through him, burning against his skin, stroking every bit of him as he came with moan.
"Fuck," Derek groaned, feeling Stiles flutter around him, shoving as deep as he could into Stiles as his own orgasm hit him.
"I think, I think you broke me, my legs feel like mush," Stiles half-heartedly complained. He felt Derek pull out and squirmed at the sensation. Derek grabbed Stiles as he fell onto his back, spooning up behind the teen.
"You're not getting regret-y on me are you?" Stiles felt absolutely sated.
"No, no regrets," Derek responded, nosing at the marks he had made. Stiles hissed lightly, now that the adrenaline wore off, he was starting to feel them.
"Think we have time for a nap before the rest of the pack gets here?"
"mm," Derek answered, tucking Stiles against him.
"Because I know that they can smell us, but probably won't be able to smell everything until they're at the window."
"I don't want to scar Scott like that. And oh my God, what if Lydia saw?"
"Shhh," Derek shushed Stiles, putting his hand over the boy's mouth. "You make me happy," Derek told Stiles, effectively shutting him up. Stiles grinned into Derek's arm, closing his eyes. Alarm be damned, Derek would know when the others came.
Derek and Stiles were lucky that the first one to make it to the pack meeting was Isaac, the beta thought to himself. Both of his alphas were naked, very obviously sleeping off what must have been some great sex if the smells were anything to go by. Isaac felt himself go half hard at the heavy smell of lemon. Sighing, he climbed in the window.
Isaac had known for quite some time that he was attracted to both Stiles and Derek. He knew that they found him attractive, Isaac knew how to use his nose to his advantage. Isaac also knew that most the of the pack would be in a huge orgy-relationship-type-thing, if only Stiles and Derek would get their act together. Isaac smiled to himself as he climbed into bed behind Derek, knowing full well that Derek knew he was there. Hopefully, the two of them having sex would be a step in the right direction, Isaac may be patient, but even he had his limits.
"You'd better get clothes on before Scott gets here. Although his shrieking would be hilarious, I don't think Allison would like it very much if he dropped her because he was shielding his eyes," Isaac whispered to Derek. Derek snorted, but shook Stiles to wake him.
"Whaa? Time for meeting?"
"Time for clothes before you cause your best friend to need therapy," Derek told Stiles, getting out of bed to find that drawer with the pack clothes. Rolling over Stiles froze as he saw Isaac.
"Gah! When did you get here?" Stiles thought about covering himself, but realized it was a little too late for that.
"Couple minutes ago," Isaac replied trying valiantly not to look at Stiles anywhere but his eyes. Stiles noticed and filed away that information to ponder at, at a later time.
"Right, I'm going to go, with my pants," Stiles stumbled over his words, grabbing his pants on the way to the bathroom.
Derek zipped his pants up, turning to look at the pup on the bed.
"Isaac," Derek started, "If, Stiles is okay with it, I wouldn't mind-"
"I know," Isaac cut off the alpha. Isaac could feel a blush start on his ears. "I'm, not sure I want to let him know yet, about how...I feel or anything," he said, looking at the ground. "I mean you two just got together and," Isaac stopped as he waved his hand in the air vaguely.
"Yeah, but you're the first one he called his," Derek told Isaac, watching him as the pup looked up.
"He loves you," Isaac stated, meeting the alpha's eyes. Derek's heart clenched.
"I know," Derek whispered. Stiles might not have said it, but he didn't have to. Everything Stiles did shouted it more than words could. "But, he loves you too," Derek let his pup know. They both whipped their heads towards the door as Stiles came back in.
"Talking about me?" Stiles joked, picking his shirt off the floor, sniffing it and then tossing it back on the floor. He went to get a new shirt, not noticing the pointed glances Derek and Isaac were sharing.
"Oh thank God, you two have clothes on," Scott said in relief, appearing at the window with Allison on his back.
"I don't know why you would thank anyone for that," Allison mumbled. Scott turned to give her a look as he held out his hand to help her inside Stiles' room.
"Come on, I have the map downstairs," Stiles bumped fists with Scott as the two left the room. Derek nodded at Allison before following.
'Did you,' Allison mouthed at Isaac, waving her finger around the room. Isaac shook his head in response. Allison tilted her head in understanding, holding out her arm in offering. Isaac smiled and walked towards her, threading his arm through hers. Yes, definitely a step in the right direction, Isaac thought as they walked down to the living room to wait for the rest of the pack.
Derek walked into the burnt out living room of his old home to see Peter poking at one of the walls. He saw the instant Peter scented the air, a smile breaking out on his uncle's face.
"Don't," Derek warned.
"What, I can't be happy for you?"
"No, it's weird," Derek answered.
"I've been back how many months, and I haven't done anything "diabolical"," Peter air-quoted.
"It had better stay that way. Stiles is starting to like you, and the people Stiles usually ends up liking are people he ends up caring about. And if you do something, anything, to make him regret liking you, I'll kill you again and this time I'll make sure you stay down," Derek told him.
"I'm not doing anything Derek," Peter sighed, a vibrating sound making him take his phone out of his pocket. Derek looked on in confusion, he didn't know his uncle had anyone else in his contact list besides himself.
"Who are you texting?"
"Erica, she came by before going to your pack meeting to get my number. She's sent a picture of you and Stiles sleeping together."
"What, I didn't know she took those," Derek complained, looking at the picture that Peter held up for him to see.
"Not everyone thinks I'm going to go off the deep end," Peter argued.
"Things are just getting...well not back to normal, but they're getting calm. I can't have you right under my nose messing things up. I have a good idea about who this is all for, and I'm telling you right now, don't, because I'm sure everyone will have a problem with it." Peter's eyes narrowed as Derek spoke.
"How many sad months have I watched you pine over Stiles, and you're going to deny me what you've experienced today," Peter said cooly. Derek stared.
"Stiles won't like it."
"You don't even know for sure what I want."
"I know for sure that you want my phone to text inappropriate things to everyone," Derek glowered at his remaining family member.
"It's revenge for the mud pies in my shoes," Peter stated. If Derek were Stiles, his mouth would have dropped open. As it was, Derek couldn't stop an incredulous look that blossomed on his face.
"Are you fucking kidding me?! That was years ago, I was ten! It could have been anyone's shoes, yours just happened to be there. How was I supposed to know you'd stick your feet in them with socks on!"
"Now, we're even," Peter laughed, walking outside to leave Derek alone. Derek regretted ever learning about mud pies.