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]

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[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.

[robinonadderall]

"Fuck, I know," Stiles said, tugging off his shirt. "Get in the back, quick."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek gave up on the jeans once it became pretty clear he was a bit too worked up to get them off in the cramped space of the jeep without ripping them. No way was he going to get back to the house without them.

He grumbled as he crawled into the backseat, settling on his knees with his back to Stiles.

But hey, Stiles got to see the real life version of those modeling pictures with the jeans so low you could see Jesus.

[robinonadderall]

"Holy fuck," Stiles said, crawling up into the back himself. It was a little cramped. Just a tiny bit.

He grabbed the edges of Derek's jeans, trying to tug them down even lower. There was no way either of them were getting their pants off all the way for this.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek leaned forward, holding onto the back seat for support as he moved his hips to get enough of his ass exposed for Stiles to fuck him. "I need--"

[robinonadderall]

"Shhhh," Stiles murmured. "Just let me--"

Let him slide his hands over your ass until he could get his fingers around the end of the plug so he could tug it out Any other time he'd tease, but the whole point of this was so they could skip over that whole part.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek bowed his back, pressing back at nothing now that he was empty. "Fuck," he hissed. "C'mon."

[robinonadderall]

"Okay, okay." Stiles took to undoing his jeans with one hand while he used the other to press two fingers into Derek. Hey, he had to make sure Derek was ready, plug or not.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek pressed back on those fingers, groaning low. Do you see what happens when you didn't allow him to repress his sexual wants? It could have just been tender lovemaking in the missionary position, but noooo.

"All evening," Derek replied.

[robinonadderall]

"I got you." Yeah he didn't need anymore hints than that. He wrapped his arms around Derek and started to press in, trying to be as careful as possible in the cramped space. Car sex was more complicated than he thought.

[justlurkinghere]

Movies made this seem way easier than it really was. As evident by the fact that Derek bumped his head against the car door in the whole process.

"I'm renting a larger car next time."

[robinonadderall]

"Don't diss my baby," Stiles said, punctuating that with a hard thrust.