Beacon Hills | Saturday Evening

[robinonadderall]

Stiles really regretted not getting a job this summer. The whole "freedom to do whatever I want" thing got boring a few weeks after his classes ended. He didn't want to spend forever in Fandom and Scott had that job thing going on so Stiles made do with watching daytime television and making copious amounts of ramen.

It was mindnumbingly boring.

He wondered if Derek got the hint that he was bored after texting him constantly for the last week or so.

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[justlurkinghere]

"You were just too slow," Derek replied, curling his fingers around the length of him through the jeans.

[robinonadderall]

"What?" he said, slightly breathless. "I thought we were being innocent."

[justlurkinghere]

"Clothing is still on." Like that helped.

He shifted his hand, jerky, little movements that must be driving Stiles crazy. But Derek was looking from Stiles' face to where his hand was moving between them, intent on what he was doing.

[robinonadderall]

"Erections are still happening." At least for him.

[justlurkinghere]

"Are you going to come from this?" Derek asked, grinding his own cock against Stiles hip.

[robinonadderall]

"No." Probably not. Possibly. "Are you?"

[justlurkinghere]

Maybe. "No." Depending on how far they went with this.

"Do you want me to stop?"

[robinonadderall]

"Very much no," Stiles said, jerking his hips up. "But I don't want to come in my jeans either."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek considered that, moving his hand up to unbutton those jeans and slowly drag the zipper down. He didn't waste time before his hand was back on Stiles' dick, this time over the much thinner underwear instead of jeans.

He kissed Stiles' neck as he moved his hand, grinding against him in the same rhythm.

[robinonadderall]

"Fuck--" Stiles jerked his hips up into Derek's hand, trying to keep quiet even though he knew they were alone. "You--you're awful."

[justlurkinghere]

"This--this is what I want to do in public sometime," Derek muttered, biting down hard once before kissing the spot like that would take away the pain of it.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles moaned at the bite, trying to muffle it against Derek's shoulder. "You want--god--me to come in my pants in public?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Not the only thing," he replied, struggling to unbutton his own jeans without pausing in what he was doing.

[robinonadderall]

"Here--" Stiles reached down to undo Derek's jeans and pull him out. Sometimes he considered not wearing underwear like Derek just for times like this.

[justlurkinghere]

It would end in more sex. The only way it could get worse than that is if someone started wearing a kilt for easy access.

Derek groaned against Stiles' neck, going still for a moment. "Hold--hold on. I want to--" he started to say, pulling away to kneel on the floor and duck his head in order to mouth at Stiles' dick.

[robinonadderall]

"Oh fuck." Yeah this was breaking so many rules. So, so many. Stiles didn't seem to care at the moment though. One of his hands immediately went to Derek's hair so he could pull at it.

[justlurkinghere]

Well, as long as they didn't make a mess? No, this was still breaking rules.

Derek jerked himself off, using his other hand to tug down on Stiles' underwear in order to get at him all while groaning at the sharp pain from his scalp. Apparently the rule breaking was really working for him.

[robinonadderall]

"Come on, Derek," Stiles gasped, tugging on his hair harder. "More."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek gasped, sucking in air before he moved further down on Stiles' dick to the point where he started to struggle. It was clumsy and messy, but he wasn't thinking about finesse at the moment.

[robinonadderall]

"Holy shit." Clumsy and messy was fine with Stiles. He jerked his hips up slightly, trying not to choke Derek but it was difficult to keep still when he was so close. "Almost--"

[justlurkinghere]

He was just so lucky that Derek was okay with that. Within reason. So okay with it that he was curling his free hand in Stiles' jeans as he groaned. God help any other werewolf coming over to the Stilinski house after this.

[robinonadderall]

Safe to say Scott and Malia were never coming over again, yes.

That groan is what did it for Stiles. He was coming way more quickly (and loudly) than intended but Derek was a cheater so it was to be expected.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek would always be a cheater. That should have been known before wedding bells started ringing.

He had to pull back to keep from actually choking, swallowing rather than be marked this time.

[robinonadderall]

Well thank god for that because they last thing they needed was stains on the couch.

Stiles leaned back against the couch, breathing heavily and petting Derek's hair. He'd need a second before he could reciprocate.

[justlurkinghere]

Yeah, because 'they spilled yogurt' probably wouldn't fly with the sheriff.

Derek pulled back, catching his breath as he rested with his cheek against Stiles' thigh.