Beacon Hills | Monday Evening

[robinonadderall]

Stiles was super glad his dad was working night shift tonight because he did not know how much longer he could take the father-son bonding. And it was the sheriff and Derek doing the bonding. Stiles was just sitting to the side watching in horror at his boyfriend and his dad chatting amicably. Shouldn't there be more glaring going on?

"We're not taking him to breakfast tomorrow," Stiles said, peeking out the window to make sure his dad was actually leaving.

[For Derek!]

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[justlurkinghere]

He moved slowly, pausing occasionally in order to run his hands along Stiles' sides soothingly. "Not--not enjoying it at all."

[robinonadderall]

"I can tell," Stiles murmured. "This must be such a hardship."

[justlurkinghere]

"Don't now how I'll manage." They were way too sarcastic mid-sex. It was probably a seriously issue.

Derek curled one hand around Stiles' hip and the other was planted on the bed to keep him from crushing Stiles. Which would be a mood killer.

"Can I--?"

[robinonadderall]

"Yeah," he said, nodding. "Whatever you want."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek kissed the side of his neck, starting to move slowly at first. Not enough strength behind it to do anything like move the bed.

Like they usually did. Pray for your headboard, Stiles. Pray for it.

[robinonadderall]

That would be so awkward to explain to his dad. So very awkward.

"Oh--" Stiles tilted his head to the side to give Derek more room to kiss him. He jerked his hips, trying to keep with Derek's slow pace.

[justlurkinghere]

More than someone being injured should they get too enthusiastic and fall off the bed? Damn small bed.

"Feel--feel wooed?" Derek muttered, mouthing at Stiles' neck as he moved.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles nodded again, one hand reaching up to grab the edge of the headboard for leverage. "So very--fuck--wooed."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek tightened his grip on Stiles' hip, moving a little faster. He exhaled in a shaky breath. "Good. Fuck."

He was trying to focus on their very important conversation and it was getting more difficult with each passing minute.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles pushed back against Derek, trying to get a little more than he was getting. "Harder, please."

And try to not fall off the bed. That too.

[justlurkinghere]

That would be good, yes.

Derek closed his eyes and nodded in response. If Stiles felt like he could take more, who was Derek to refuse him? He moved his hips faster, fucking Stiles how he wanted.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles moaned, hips jerking back hard. "Good. That's good."

The bed was creaking in a way that indicated that it really wasn't meant to take that kind of force.

[justlurkinghere]

There were just so many things that were conspiring against them for having sex here.

Derek groaned, not paying any attention to the ominous noises from the bed. "Fuck, you're so good."

[robinonadderall]

The question now was whether they were going to finish before something broke or one of them fell off the bed.

Not that Stiles was noticing imminent disaster. He was, of course, more concerned about getting off. "Can--can I touch myself now?"

[justlurkinghere]

The odds were not in their favor since this was Beacon Hills.

"Yes," Derek mumbled, tucking his face in against Stiles' neck and shoulder as he moved. That whole week apart was just too much for them. It was sad. "C'mon. I wanna feel you come."

[robinonadderall]

It was a long week!

Stiles didn't hesitate to touch himself after he was given permission. With how long it had been (seriously, guys?) it really didn't take much for him to come. The moan he let out was muffled in the pillow because this was Beacon Hills and he wouldn't be surprised if another werewolf was within hearing range.

[justlurkinghere]

Awww, traumatizing Scott's pack with sex. It was an insidious plan that Derek in no way could have come up with.

Derek whined at the sound and feel of it, though. Because he was just as easy as Stiles was. "Fuck. Almost."

[robinonadderall]

Now that Stiles had come he was beginning to notice the excessive creaking of the bed. "Um..."

That didn't mean he could form words very well.

[justlurkinghere]

That poor bed.

Derek, on the other hand, was less than observant about such things. And was going to take that 'um' as wonder at his amazing sex skills.

Even though that creaking was reaching critical mass just as he came. Hopefully it wouldn't break.

[robinonadderall]

For a moment there while they were both lying there breathing heavily Stiles thought that they had managed to avoid breaking the bed.

Then there was a loud creak followed by a crash as one of the legs gave out and part of the bed fell to the floor.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek froze, holding onto Stiles like that would keep them safe.

Only after a moment did he start laughing.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles burst out laughing too, putting his arms around Derek. "Holy fuck!"

[justlurkinghere]

"Do you think we can buy you a new bed before your dad gets back?" Derek asked amidst snickers.

[robinonadderall]

"There is no way he's not going to notice a new bed," Stiles said, shaking his head. "His job is to figure stuff out."

[justlurkinghere]

"Well, do you think we can fix it?"

Doubtful.