Derek bringing back his family tradition of having bonfires almost every weekend with the betas and Stiles.
Sometimes they go have dinner beforehand at the local diner but they all prefer to either bbq or bring a picnic.
They have the bonfires in the clearing behind the old Hale house, the place ideal for it.
Stiles looks forward to those nights so much. It’s the best day of the week. He loves to cook dishes for the picnics or shop for meats to bbq (if they need to because often Derek hunts the meat himself).
Isaac takes care of the music (he made Derek buy a huge bluetooth speaker) and comes up with a new playlist every week.
Boyd always brings cookies his grandma bakes for them exclusively for those nights.
Erica brings a corn hole set so they can all play.
Competition is fierce as fuck but Derek never misses his throws and Stiles is always his partner so it means they almost always win the game everytime. After, Stiles always makes a show of being all sweet with Derek in gratitude for making them win. Derek seems unphased when Stiles does that but the tip of his ears are bright red.
Derek starts chopping wood on around the property to keep a nice reserve for those nights. Stiles very much enjoys watching him do that. All that shirtless axe swinging truly does it for him. Derek pretends not to notice Stiles’ open glances or the way his smell turns warm and sweet with want and arousal.
Stiles also really likes watching Derek take care of the barbecuing. Derek’s face scrunched up in concentration as he checks and flips the meat sizzling on a grill above the fire.
He always serves Stiles first when he deigns the meat ready and every single time Stiles blushes scarlet. Often, Derek even cuts his meat for him without a word before passing him his plate casually, like it’s the most normal thing in the world while Stiles’ belly explodes with butterflies.
Eventually, they work up the courage to ask Derek to let them drink alcohol. It takes a LOT of begging and convincing though because Derek is hella strict and doesn’t believe in getting drunk but Stiles calls him a grumpy old man who’s forgotten what it is to be young and free and that convinces Derek to let them drink. He even laces some of the drinks with wolfsbane for the betas so they can actually feel the effects of the alcohol.
Stiles is a lightweight so after a drink and a half he’s already nicely buzzed and giggling at everything. He also becomes very fucking clingy. He’s all over Derek like a needy little puppy with his favourite person. He sits with Derek on his tree trunk makeshift bench and talks non-stop and doesn’t stop touching Derek as he talks; grabbing his hand to play with his fingers, casually touching Derek’s hair, hugging his arm tightly and when he gets a bit sleepy he pillows his head on his shoulder. Derek doesn’t talk much but he listens, he always listens and he never ever pushes Stiles’ touches away.
When everyone is all nice and buzzed they start dancing. Erica pulls Boyd up after her so he can make her dance. Boyd is an incredible dancer and it drives Erica wild. Isaac joins them and yells at Stiles to get the fuck up so Stiles does. They dance around the fire like some wild youths, laughing and singing.
Derek watches them with fondness and mirth in his eyes but he doesn’t stay sitting long because Stiles who’s pretty drunk by then comes to him and pulls him up by the hands so he can join them. Derek is secretly a good dancer and it shocks Stiles to his core. It also leaves him very hot and bothered.
Because Isaac likes to add slower sexier songs to his playlists and they bring out a side of Derek, Stiles has never seen before. He doesn’t let Stiles go sit back down, instead he gets closer, right into Stiles’ personal space, eyes intense and focused on Stiles’.
He brings his hands to Stiles’ hips and he makes him move with him to the beat. Stiles’ heart pounds in his chest and feels a bit awkward because he doesn’t really know what to do or where to put his hands.
Derek obviously picks up on that so he brings Stiles’ arms up to his shoulders running his hands the length of them as he does and Stiles almost loses his mind. Derek settles his hands back on his hips and brings him even closer so they’re practically glued together and he guides Stiles to move with him. It’s hot, sensual and mesmerizing but most of all it’s just really liberating.
Stiles gets a bit bolder and a bit more confident the longer they dance together. He runs his hands on Derek’s neck and chest as they move, getting even closer into his space, their faces so so close, breathing the same air.
Derek’s hands start roaming, going to Stiles’ ass, his thighs, running his nose on Stiles’ cheek then his neck feeling drunk even though he hasn’t had a single drink.
By the time the song ends Stiles is half hard in his pants, Derek grinding into him while Stiles has an arm around his neck, moving into him in time with the beat.
Derek doesn’t let him go right away when the song skips to a faster paced song, he breaths Stiles in one more time at his neck then lets him go. He goes back to sit down on his bench while Stiles is left standing there on weak legs.
He looks at the betas and they’re dancing close together, Boyd has Erica and Isaac on each arm. He has a hand on Isaac’s ass and the other is on Erica’s face as he kisses her slow and deep. Isaac has his nose buried in Boyd’s neck. Stiles looks away because now he’s aching with longing. He wants that. He wants that with Derek. Dancing isn’t enough.
It happens again the next time they drink during bonfire night. Derek makes them dance close together but at one point he turns Stiles around so that Stiles’ back is to his chest, his ass to Derek’s crotch, hands on his hips. It drives Stiles nuts.
He follows Derek’s lead and moves with him, reaching an arm back to put a hand on the back of Derek’s neck, then in his hair. He closes his eyes and just lets himself go.
Derek buries his nose into his neck, scenting him almost obsessively. Stiles feels Derek’s hardness at his ass so he starts grinding back into him to the beat. With his free hand he finds Derek’s hand and entwines their fingers and brings their hands up to his chest where his heart is rabbit fast.
Then Derek opens his mouth at Stiles’ neck to pant into it then Stiles feels his tongue on his skin and startles so hard he kind of dislodges himself from Derek. Derek could have easily kept him in place but he lets him go. Stiles whirls around to face him, frantically searching Derek’s face for a moment before getting into Derek’s space again, burying his hands into his hair, bringing his lips a hair away from Derek’s and he just pants over Derek’s lips, wordlessly begging Derek to fucking kiss him already.
Derek’s eyes flash blood red and captures Stiles lips with his own, letting out a noise of hunger. Stiles immediately opens his mouth, letting Derek invade his mouth with his tongue, tasting him, devouring him.
Stiles puts his arms around Derek’s neck, going on his tip toes, his shirt ridding up and Derek’s big hands settles on the exposed skin, making Stiles moan into the hungry kiss.
Stiles forgets where they are, who’s with them, what they had been doing. All of his focus is on Derek’s tongue in his mouth and his warm hands on his skin.
Derek’s hands roam under his shirt, up his back then down to the waistband of his boxers that’s ridding up above his jeans. Derek hesitates only for a moment before slipping his hand under it and inside his boxers, feeling his ass, kneading a cheek almost harshly, making Stiles whine into the kiss.
There’s a rush of air and movement then he’s up in Derek’s arms, held up by Derek’s hands under his thighs. He’s taken away from the bonfire, not that he’s really noticing much of what’s happening, too busy kissing Derek back with everything he’s got.
His lips and chin are getting sensitive from Derek’s five o’clock shadow and it makes his skin tingle nicely. Stiles runs his hands on it over and over loving the feeling of it.
Derek takes him to the front of the house where their cars are parked leaving the others in the back with the bonfire. He sits him on the porch moving closer in between Stiles’ thighs then plants his hands down flat on each side of Stiles and continues to kiss him like he’s starving and Stiles is a feast.
Stiles circles his legs around Derek’s waist and pulls him in even closer. He leans back a little and angles his crotch to Derek’s and starts grinding into him with clear purpose. He’s so hard it hurts and he wants to come so fucking bad.
When Stiles turns his face aside to breathe, Derek keeps his face glued to Stiles’ cheek and pants into it and their grinding grows even more wild, chasing their orgasm.
Derek grunts and asks Stiles if he’s going to come, his lips brushing Stiles’ skin as he speaks and Stiles nods frantically clinging to Derek desperately.
Derek’s eyes shine blood red again and he starts talking some more, edging Stiles on. “Yeah? you’re gonna come? you’re gonna come for me? huh, Stiles?”
Stiles lets out a small broken “yes” right before doing just that, coming hard into his boxers, shaking and clinging to Derek even more desperately.
Now that Stiles has come, Derek quickly undoes his own pants to take himself out and starts jerking himself off good and fast. Stiles gasps when he sees his cock and watches his hand moving on his cock almost hungrily, his mouth filling with saliva.
When he’s about to come, Derek pushes Stiles down hard onto the porch’s floorboards with his free hand then pushes Stiles’ shirt up to his armpits to come all over him.
Rope after rope of thick warm come hits Stiles’ navel, stomach and chest. A few drops even reaches his chin and he startles a little, surprised.
Without thinking, Stiles wipes the come from his chin with a finger and sucks it into his mouth. moaning softly around his finger. Derek tracks the movement and lets out a low “fuck”. Stiles lifts his eyes back to Derek’s and smiles at him around his finger.
Derek gives him a smirk and gathers some of his come on two fingers and brings them to Stiles’ mouth, who immediately lets out his own finger to suck in Derek’s instead. He moans around them, eyes closing in obvious pleasure. He sucks Derek’s fingers clean. Then Derek gathers more of his come on the same fingers to feed it to Stiles and he does it again and again until Stiles’ front is clean and Stiles’ eyes are glazed over, hard again and his lips are shiny with come and spit.
Derek can tell Stiles is not all back yet. He’s quiet and watches Derek with glazed over fuck me eyes and keeps a finger in his mouth, suckling on it.
Feeding Stiles his come had done something to him, made him soft and pliant and left him feeling like he was high on a cloud.
Derek starts running his hands up and down Stiles’ sides, giving him soft little smiles, trying to help him come back down.
It takes almost 15 minutes for Stiles’ eyes to clear and let go of his finger. He lets Derek help him sit up. He’s clingy, hugging Derek the moment he’s back into a sitting position, nuzzling Derek’s shoulder a little.
He asks Derek if he can take him home, he’s a bit tired. Fondness warms Derek’s chest and instead of answering him he picks Stiles up into his arms again and walks him to his jeep.
He sits him in the passenger seat, buckle his seatbelt for him then takes Stiles’ keys from his jeans’ pocket. Stiles watching Derek’s every move with slightly widened eyes.
Derek drives him home and the sheriff isn’t home so Derek takes the liberty of bringing Stiles in and up to his room.
He’s about to leave again when Stiles asks him in a small voice if Derek can give him a kiss. Derek huffs out a small laugh before walking back to him and giving him a soft chaste kiss to his lips. Stiles beams at him a little dopily and tells Derek he can go now.
Derek chuckles the entire way back to the old Hale house, fondness warming him all the way to his core.
