robinonadderall | An Olive Garden on the Mainland

"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.

"Anywhere isolated," Derek whined. Definitely whined.

"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.

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.

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

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.

"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.

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--"

"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.

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

"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.

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.

"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.

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."

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

"Oh god," Derek groaned, reaching back with one hand to grip Stiles' thigh tightly.

Not allowed to do that when he was trying to think, okay?

Stiles moaned an agreement, pushing into Derek with short, hard thrusts. They couldn't move much like this but Stiles was doing his very best to make it good for Derek.

Judging from the noises, he felt like he was doing a pretty good job.

It certainly helped that they were both more than a little into the set up.

"Like that," Derek babbled. He pressed back to meet Stiles with each thrust. "God, like that."

It was getting increasingly hot and sweaty in here and Stiles was fairly sure they were literally rocking the jeep but he was loving every second of it. He didn't care if it was a Titanic cliche.

"Fuck," he huffed before biting Derek's shoulder. His thrusts were becoming more frantic and rough...he may have been trying to get the jeep to rock more.

They were so not having any trouble getting that jeep to rock more. There was a squeaking noise as that poor suspension was abused. But hopefully the wet noises of their movements and gasping breaths drowned that out.

Derek liked to think those drowned it out.

His head went back at the bite, mouth open as he made a whining noise that implied he was totally down with it. "Stiles--Stiles--"

Well, he'd forgotten how to word, it would seem.

Stiles moved his hand to wrap around Derek's dick, stroking roughly in time with the movement of his hips. He was so turned on that he didn't even notice that they were about to jizz up the upholstery.

That poor, poor jeep...

Derek bit down on the seat to keep muffles the far too loud moan that escaped once Stiles' hand was on his dick. His eyes were shut tight as he moved back against Stiles with more desperation to just come already. He was so close.

"Fuck, Derek, I'm gonna come," he panted, slamming into Derek with a lot of force but little finesse. "You first, I want you to. I want to feel it."

Well, that was rude. Rude and more than enough to have Derek coming all over Stiles' hand and the back seat of the jeep. He forced his hands to unclench to keep from clawing things up as his control slipped in the intensity.

"Oh fuck. Fuck." Stiles groaned loudly at the sudden tightness around his dick. It only took a few more uncoordinated before he was coming hard.

Hard enough that it made him a little lightheaded. He slumped against Derek soon after, breathing like he had run a marathon.

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