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]

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.

[justlurkinghere]

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."

[robinonadderall]

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.

[justlurkinghere]

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.

[robinonadderall]

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.

[justlurkinghere]

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.

[robinonadderall]

"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."

[justlurkinghere]

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.

[robinonadderall]

"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.

[justlurkinghere]

While Derek carefully reached back to pat Stiles' thigh where he remained close. Just where he was wanted.

He smiled like a complete idiot, still having trouble with finding words.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles only moved enough to pull out of Derek before he was plastering himself to his back again. "You didn't even get your shirt off."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek twisted enough to kiss him. "Next time we'll be more naked."

[robinonadderall]

"Next time meaning when we get home?" he asked, kissing Derek again.

[justlurkinghere]

"Pretty much," Derek replied with a playful bite on Stiles' chin thrown in there. See how relaxed he was post-sex?

[robinonadderall]

Stiles smiled and pulled back enough so he could tuck himself back into his jeans. This was some pretty desperate sex that they had. They really had a problem.

"I demand that you carry me into the house. All the way to the bedroom," Stiles said. Then, after a moment's thought, added, "Bridal style."

'Cause it'd amuse him.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek laid back to tug his own jeans back up with only a little trouble. "Bridal style?"

[robinonadderall]

"Yep," he said. "Or princess style if that's the term you wanna use."

[justlurkinghere]

"Does this make me the hero?" Derek asked, tugging him close again for a kiss.

[robinonadderall]

"Oh you're definitely my hero," he said, nudging his nose against Derek's.

[justlurkinghere]

You sappy little bastard, Stiles.

Derek gave him a look like he thought Stiles hung the freaking moon. "I can handle carrying you."

[robinonadderall]

"Good," he said, kissing Derek again. "I love you."

So sappy.

[justlurkinghere]

They were super romantic for being such kinky little freaks.

"I love you too," Derek muttered against Stiles' lips, not quite willing to stop kissing him yet. Ah yeah, making out in the back of a car. Primo dating behavior.

[robinonadderall]

Yes, Stiles could check that one off the list. Good, good.

"Can't believe you couldn't even wait for us to get to the island though."

[justlurkinghere]

"We can do it again," Derek suggested. Because he was nothing if not accommodating. "In the parking lot like you suggested."

[robinonadderall]

"Lets see if jizz comes out of the upholstery first," Stiles said. "Then we can make more plans for car sex."