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Totes Not Creepy Mansion | Tuesday Afternoon

"What makes you think I want to come home any time soon?"

Because Stiles really didn't, no matter how much Scott wanted it to happen. Or needed it to happen in this case, because apparently trying to teach a girl who had spent her formative years as a coyote to be more human was difficult, who knew?

"I know," Scott said. "But this is important. Teaching her how to control her abilities I can do. Teaching her that it's not okay to kill small woodland animals and eating them raw? I'm having a tougher time with."

"Ew." Stiles wrinkled up his nose at the thought even though Scott couldn't see his disgust over the phone. "What makes you think she'd listen to me?"

"She trusts you for some reason, dude." Scott said. "I think that time at Eichen House together helped."

"Right, that whole day and a half we spent together," Stiles said, rolling his eyes. Though he did feel bad Malia was having difficulty with everything. It was their fault she was human again. "Look, okay, I'll figure something out. But I can't spend my whole summer making trips to Beacon Hills all the time. Shit's expensive."

And he was worried enough about his financial situation at the moment.

"I get it, do what you can," Scott said. "Malia will really appreciate it. Deep down."

Because, yeah, she probably wouldn't show that she was thankful.

"Sure she will," Stiles said. "I'll talk to you later, Scott."

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"Uh. Not very?" His curiosity was getting to the better of him and it's not like he was wearing his sacred maroon pants today. For once.

Oh, like Derek would do anything to those pants. They were a gift from the gods.

Derek grinned at him, letting his claws grow. "Hold still."

"You look way too excited about this." Because it's not like Stiles' arousal ramped up at the thought of Derek clawing his claws off, no sir.

"Shhh," Derek replied. He placed his nose against Stiles' throat, inhaling deeply as those claws carefully sliced through the waistband of the pants and down Stiles' thighs.

It's just ventilation!

"Oh my god." That was ridiculously hot. "Be honest, how long have you been waiting to do this?"

"Not... long."

So, so long.

"You're such a liar," Stiles said before leaning in to kiss Derek.

Derek kissed him back, leaning forward to pin Stiles firmly against the wall so he could rip at the fabric until those poor, poor jeans were reduced to scraps of fabric on the floor.

Stiles tightened his legs around Derek, grinding up against him as best he could. He probably shouldn't have found somebody ripping his clothes off to be this hot but, well...he was strange.

They were both very strange.

Once that was accomplished, Derek was slipping his hands back down to Stiles' ass, squeezing him through the thin fabric of his boxers. "Tell me you have lube in here."

He hadn't thought about storing any there!

"Yeah, bedside table." He may have stored it there for just this occasion. And there may have stashed bottle in other places in the house as well.

Always be prepared.

"Might have to put me down to get it though."

"Not yet," Derek muttered, leaning in to kiss him.

And maybe he was grinding back against Stiles.

Stiles was more than okay with this turn of events, kissing Derek back eagerly. It was really hard to attempt to discourage the fighting when most of the time it ended like this.

They were never going to stop fighting at this rate. There would be a time where they didn't have anything to fight about, but want to have make up sex, so Derek purposely drops a carton of milk on the floor.

They have so many issues.

"Hold on--hold onto my shoulders," Derek mumbled against Stiles' lips as he attempted to shove his hands between them to unbutton his jeans.

Stiles did as he was told, holding on tight to Derek's shoulders. He zeroed in on Derek's neck, biting there gently (and being paranoid by listening carefully to make sure he wasn't hurting Derek).

He hoped this didn't end with them falling on the floor.

Okay, the biting? The biting was rude.

Derek groaned, eyes closed and mouth open at it. Someone had really missed that, Stiles. He was forced to abandon his jeans beyond getting them open in order to rest one forearm against the wall by Stiles' head. His other hand went under Stiles to support him while he shamelessly ground against him.

Oops.

...okay so the biting was a good thing.

Stiles groaned against Derek's neck, trying to meet his movements though it was a little difficult in this position. He bit down on Derek's neck again after a few moments, a little harder than before. He was becoming a little bit braver, it seemed.

Derek brushed his fingers over Stiles' hair, making a broken little noise at that. "I need--"

To get his pants off. But that would mean disengaging from Stiles. Which wasn't happening. Which was why he was attempting to push his jeans down with one hand while still rocking against Stiles.

Maybe if your jeans weren't so tight, Derek!

"Lube," Stiles murmured. "We need to get it."

They were just fine!

Okay, not really. He made a disgruntled little growl, pulling Stiles along with him toward the bed. That had yet to be broken in for this. How sweet. "Okay--okay."

Stiles huffed, though it sounded more amused than anything. "You're going to hold me up and grab the lube at the same time?"

...rude.

Derek made that noise again, very reluctantly letting Stiles go. "Pretty sure sex against a wall was on your survey."

It was. On the back page. Derek had read it several times.

"It was," he said, pulling off the rest of his clothes. "But I don't want to fall over before getting to the actual sex part."

"I wouldn't drop you," Derek replied. He tugged his own shirt off, rushing forward again for a kiss as he shoved his jeans down. Oh god was he ever needy.

A little bit, yeah. Luckily Stiles kind of loved it.

Since Derek was having issues with his pants (seriously, Derek, go up a size), Stiles decided to give him some encouragement. By wrapping a hand around Derek's dick when he got the chance.

Surely jacking him off would help him with whatever pants troubles he was having?

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