Outside of the FBI Training Facility | Quantico, VA

[robinonadderall]

Stiles didn't know if it was sad or impressive that he managed a whole month at his FBI internship before getting shot. Some might have said that with his luck he might've been shot on the first day.

It hadn't been his finest moment, seeing as it was just a small graze on his foot from a ricochet and he had screamed like he had a whole arm taken off. Oh and he passed out when he saw the blood. That was pretty embarrassing too. Whole thing warranted two stitches and a pass to take the rest of the day off (but was expected back bright and early tomorrow).

He was fine to drive home but of course that whole idea went out the window when he told Derek about the ordeal. Now he was waiting to be picked up, occasionally looking at the windows of the facility to see if his classmates were pointing and laughing at him.

So. Embarrassing.

[For Derek!]

Comments

[robinonadderall]

The straddling was always a good start. “Yeah but that turned out to be a lot of clean up.”

[justlurkinghere]

"We won't repeat it." They so would on some future anniversary.

He kindly started working Stiles' lower back. Possibly very, very low... lower back.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles tensed a little in anticipation. “This a full body massage?”

[justlurkinghere]

"Unless you have somewhere you want me to focus on." If it was your dick, he was going to sigh and go along with it still.

[robinonadderall]

"No, no, focus wherever you want." He was very impressed he didn't mention his dick. "You're the masseuse."

[justlurkinghere]

It's like you were growing as a person, Stiles!

Derek hummed, continuing to press down on Stiles' boxers to work on his ass lower back, pressing a little harder as he grew more confident in it.

[robinonadderall]

"Totally free to take off the rest of my clothes," he said helpfully.

[justlurkinghere]

"I will." Which meant he was immediately moving his hands up toward Stiles' shoulders instead. "Eventually."

[robinonadderall]

He should have guessed that was going to happen. "Why do I fall for it every time?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Because you love me so much?" Derek suggested, leaning forward a little bit to massage his shoulders and maybe just grind against his ass a little bit.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles bit down on his lip, trying to keep still through all of that. "That has to be it. Can't think of what else it would be."

As if the dick grinding against his ass wasn't another perk.

[justlurkinghere]

"Nothing at all?" Derek asked, leaning down to kiss the back of Stiles' neck as he moved slowly.

How was the massage going? He thought it was going pretty well. mostly because he was certainly enjoying the process.

[robinonadderall]

Because Derek loved to torture Stiles.

"Isn't my love enough?" he asked. He ever so slightly bent one of his knees to get a little bit of leverage to press back against Derek.

[justlurkinghere]

And Derek was nice enough to help him, hand just above where the waist of Stiles' boxers had been pushed to keep him from falling. that was one of the reasons for holding onto him at least. He bit down on the nape of Stiles' neck rather than answer that.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles inhaled sharply when Derek bit him, unable to keep from making a pleased noise. "Derek."

[justlurkinghere]

"Christ, I love the noises you make," Derek muttered, rolling his hips again and tugging down on his sleep pants to get rid of the fabric separating them.

[robinonadderall]

"You're good at getting them out of me," he murmured, turning a little because he couldn't help but watch Derek. "You and your biting."

[justlurkinghere]

"Werewolf." Though it was possibly more a Derek thing.

He couldn't get them completely off without pulling away from Stiles, so that would just have to do for now. He ducked his head for another kiss, curling his fingers around Stiles' dick as he did.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles moaned against Derek's mouth, jerking his hips against Derek's hand. Between his foot and the position he was currently in he couldn't move much. Which was probably Derek's intention.

[justlurkinghere]

Maybe just a little bit. He was going to make it as nice as he possibly could at least.

He tightened his hand a little bit, shifting forward to continue grinding against his ass.

[robinonadderall]

The kiss got a little sloppy as Stiles' attention was split between that, Derek's hand and the grinding against his ass. He pressed back against Derek, trying to get more of everything somehow.

[justlurkinghere]

He was just so lucky that this was all about treating Stiles well. And that Derek was enjoying it. Because of course he was.

Derek moved a little faster, only breaking the kiss in order to muffle any noises he was making against Stiles' shoulder.

[robinonadderall]

"Fuck, Derek," Stiles moaned, moving his hips a little more. "Please--"

[justlurkinghere]

"C'mon," Derek muttered, biting down again and rolling his hips to help Stiles fuck his hand.

[robinonadderall]

"Close, I'm close," he murmured, panting now. "I--"

Well he hadn't been lying. His orgasm hit him hard and way too quickly. He blamed Derek.