An Olive Garden on the Mainland | Tuesday Evening

[robinonadderall]

Derek had wanted a classier date than Denny's tonight and Stiles gave it to him. The classiest unlimited breadsticks in town.

Stiles had been waiting for this date all week, not just because of the food (though he was pretty excited about his chicken parm), but because of inappropriate totally not safe for work things that were going on tonight. Just knowing what was going on in Derek's pants right now was making him all giddy and excitable.

It'd be kind of weird just saying they were on a date for dirty stuff. So Stiles chose to pretend they were celebrating him removing the bandage off his new tattoo. He was wearing short sleeves and no other layers for once and kept glancing down at the French wrapped around his wrist every few minutes.

[For one! Guess who it is. Go on, guess]

Comments

[justlurkinghere]

Hey, ignore that! Ignore it!

"But, I wasn't sure," Derek replied, trying and failing to focus on his meal. "You're allowed to change your mind about things."

[robinonadderall]

"I know that," he said. "I want to do it."

[justlurkinghere]

"Did you pick red?" They were so lucky the waiter was hiding from them.

[robinonadderall]

"You'll see." They were red and made of satin.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek inhaled deeply, like the complete weirdo he was. "Finish your food."

Impatient much?

[robinonadderall]

That was not going to be a problem. With imminent sex on the table Stiles was eating like nobody's business. And still talking. Which was kind of gross. "So if we're not having sex in the parking lot where are we having it?"

[justlurkinghere]

"I thought you planned this out," Derek replied delicately around a mouthful of pasta. Clearly the carbs would help keep their stamina.

[robinonadderall]

"My plan was the parking lot." And you shot that down, Derek.

[justlurkinghere]

"We'd get arrested. And I'm not explaining that to your dad." Oh god no.

Because, let's be real. They would be loud and the car would be moving too much.

[robinonadderall]

"Oh fine." Ruin his fun, Derek. "Parking lot at the island's causeway?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Yes." They'd end up next to a Chevy Impala. And it would be glorious.

[robinonadderall]

"Well I'm done eating." Hint hint.

[justlurkinghere]

"What are you waiting for?" Derek asked, standing up to grab his wallet. And if there was a gasp as things shifted, well then. It happens.

Cash was tossed on the table at least. There was that.

[robinonadderall]

That got Stiles scrambling out of his chair and heading for the exit. He didn't even wait for Derek, he had to get the car started so they could leave right away.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek rushed after him, flushed red as it was pretty clear he what was going to happen next based on his jeans. He really needed to stop wearing them so tight. Everything showed too clearly when he got, ah, excited.

"Drive," he ground out once he was in the passenger seat.

[robinonadderall]

"Put your seatbelt on," Stiles said, putting the jeep into gear and pulling out of the parking lot.

Just ignore him pressing a hand against his crotch. He needed to ease some of the tension somehow otherwise this would end pretty fast when he got there.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek inhaled again, eyes drawn to Stiles' hand as he buckled in. "You wanted in public."

Not that Derek was so opposed to it anymore. Not when he was pressing just so against the seat until the plug was rubbing at the spot that had him almost panting.

[robinonadderall]

"If you want me to last more than five minutes you should probably stop doing that."

[justlurkinghere]

"Doing what?" Derek asked, putting one hand on the side of Stiles' seat and one on the dash for stability as he shifted again.

Consider this his revenge for the restaurant.

[robinonadderall]

"Derek." Stiles was very pointedly keeping his eyes on the road.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek groaned, low and needy. "Your fault. That survey."

[robinonadderall]

"Oh my god, Derek, we're not gonna make it to the island if you don't stop," Stiles hissed, hands gripping the steering wheel.

[justlurkinghere]

"Anywhere isolated," Derek whined. Definitely whined.

[robinonadderall]

"Fuck," he murmured. He may or may not have be going slightly above the speed limit in his search to find a place to pull over.

Eventually he found a wooded turn off into. It was a good thing he was with a werewolf otherwise this would be like the start of a horror movie.

[justlurkinghere]

It was totally the start of a horror movie. And they were about to have sex, so they were gonna die horribly.

It was a thing.

Derek was already unfastening his jeans and shoving them down before Stiles even shifted to park. "All evening with this in," he growled.