Basement of the Nameless House | Friday Afternoon

[robinonadderall]

The fact that Stiles realized he'd have to pass a physical endurance test hit him hard when he finished this semester and realized he had one year of school left before entering his career in law enforcement. He'd have to like, run and stuff! And not die! It was going to take a whole year just to be able to run a mile without dying. Especially when it was like 100 degrees in Maryland right now and if he went outside he'd spontaneously combust.

Knowing that there'd be days where it'd be hot like the sun outside, Stiles had used Derek's credit card to buy enough stuff to set up a makeshift gym in the basement. It wasn't much, but there was a treadmill and a punching bag, along with a mat he could pass out on after he exercised. He had napped there many a time since starting to work out.

Today he was working on the punching bag because once again it was hot like the sun outside.

[For the guy and I can not stress enough how Maryland is the sun right now]

Comments

[justlurkinghere]

He'd have to accept that. Or make a surprised noise and nip at Stiles' lip. The latter seemed like the route he was going with here.

Because they couldn't have a civilized make-out session in Stiles' gym. Noooo.

[robinonadderall]

They would never have a civilized make-out session. Ever. They weren't capable of it.

Derek's reaction was enough of an incentive for Stiles to slide his hands down the back of Derek's pants and grab his ass again. So that could be chalked up as Derek's fault.

[justlurkinghere]

He was utterly innocent here! It was Stiles' fault that he was no longer wearing pants so tight they looked like they were painted on so he could even do that.

Derek groaned, pressing him a little more firmly against the wall.

[robinonadderall]

"Are we really doing this in the basement?" Stiles murmured before kissing Derek again.

[justlurkinghere]

"Objections?" Derek asked, not even pausing as he pressed between Stiles' legs.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles smiled, spreading his legs more to make room for Derek. "Nope. Just making an observation."

[justlurkinghere]

"Mmhmm," Derek replied, gladly taking advantage of that by moving in closer as he bit Stiles' neck.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles tilted his neck towards Derek, taking the distraction as an opportunity to try to get Derek's pants off. Since they both had seemingly agreed on this happening right now.

[justlurkinghere]

Basically any room they had access to was fair game for them to gave sex in or on.

Derek was completely on board with that plan as long as it didn't stop him from biting a super obvious bruise onto him while curling his hands around Stiles' waist to keep him in place.

Just how he rolled.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles didn't stop him but it was very distracting from his goal of getting Derek's pants off. So much so in fact that at a certain point he had to abandon it just to hold on to Derek's arms and try not to whine too obviously about how good that felt.

He'd never stop getting giant hickies if he kept egging Derek on this way.

[justlurkinghere]

It was really just a vicious cycle!

And it was possible that Derek smirked against his neck at the whining before continuing his work. But on the plus side, he was moving his hands down to push Stiles' pants off his hips.

[robinonadderall]

"You're killing me," he murmured, wriggling his hips a little to help with the pants removal.

[justlurkinghere]

"I can stop any time you want me to," Derek replied, working Stiles' pants down with that help.

[robinonadderall]

"I said nothing about stopping," he said. "You're just making it hard for me to get your pants off."

[justlurkinghere]

"Because you don't know how to focus." And Derek was deliberately distracting him now by palming Stiles' dick.

[robinonadderall]

That was rude, Derek. Though Stiles was doing nothing to stop him. "I'm trying to be n-nice."

[justlurkinghere]

It was polite! He was being super polite about it.

Derek hummed in agreement, biting him again to accompany the movement of his hand.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles gave up on helping Derek out, leaning back against the wall and closing his eyes to enjoy that feeling. You win, Derek. He'd let you take care of him without a fight.

[justlurkinghere]

It was a great victory for Derek, for sure.

He pressed closer, kissing higher up on Stiles' neck as he continued to slowly jerk him off. He wasn't moving fast enough to get him off in any great hurry, though.

[robinonadderall]

Of course he wasn't. Luckily Stiles had wasted enough energy working out today that he wasn't nearly as impatient as he usually was. He rested head against Derek's shoulder, whining softly.

[justlurkinghere]

"You okay?" Derek teased, turning his head to watch him.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles huffed. "You're loving this."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek smiled, kissing Stiles' jawline. "Why would you think that?"

[robinonadderall]

Stiles lifted his head up to look Derek in the eye. "Because you live to torture me."

[justlurkinghere]

"That's not true," Derek said with a truly hurt look. Like a kicked puppy.