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Summary: No one would probably ever look at him like that again, he was pretty fucking sure. That was good though, he didn’t want them to. This was a look he wanted to associate with Derek and Derek alone.
Word Count: 5.5k
Season: During Season 2.
Previous Content: RP Masterlist - Part 1, Part 2
Other Locations: AO3
Stiles was about eighty percent sure he was being used by Derek, but he really couldn’t bring himself to care. It was probably that twenty percent that made him not care so much, but he figured there wasn’t any harm in letting himself be used. At least it wasn’t by some creepy scumbag. It was actually kind of awesome to think that someone wanted to use him, he didn’t really care much about the rest.
And now that he’d thrown out the plant, tried the dip, and gotten caught up with both sleep and schoolwork, he offered his services to Derek, to try and help reclaim his land from the growing weed. He’d nicknamed it, over the phone, as Lycantonite - seeing as what it’d done to Derek - and then offered to help get rid of the damn thing, since he likely wouldn’t be affected by any smoke.
The burn went well, it wasn’t really windy out in the middle of the forest, after all, and Stiles could only hope that the plant didn’t grow back like ten times worse.
“I think it goes without saying that you should probably watch out,” Stiles said as he moved to the jeep, packing the accelerant back behind his seat before turning to Derek, “I mean, if you wake up tomorrow and it’s taken over the property, you should probably call me before trying to handle it yourself.”
Derek was actually beginning to feel a little guilty for constantly calling Stiles, seeking out his help because the pack wouldn’t come near the old Hale house. He was aware of how it looked, how it made him look. Sure, he knew he could be an ass, but he didn’t like the idea of someone thinking that he was using them, especially Stiles. The kid was growing on him, wiggling his way under Derek’s skin and not at all in a negative way for a change. It was nice.
The alpha snorted softly and nodded, scratching the back of his neck before meeting Stiles’s eyes, “Right. Yeah, I’ll keep that in mind.”
He flexed his hand and wondered if it was proper etiquette to shake the hand of someone you’ve been sexual with more than once, “Thank you for coming, for helping me. I appreciate it.”
The werewolf took a deep breath and shoved his inhibitions aside before moving forward and kissing Stiles, hand cradling the younger man’s cheek as their lips slotted together. He paused and opened his eyes, looking at the teenager warily before clearing his throat and stepping back, “So yeah, like I said, thanks.”
Stiles blushed furiously and nodded, “No, yeah, no uh... Well-welcome,” He started to move back, clearing his throat and nearly tripping over a root as he stared at Derek.
He couldn’t believe the older man had actually kissed him, out in front of his house, just now - considering the last two times had kind of been initiated by Stiles. He licked his bottom lip and stepped back over the root carefully this time, smiling sheepishly at the werewolf, “I mean, I don’t mind. I... You couldn’t really do it on your own, right? Uh... But, umm, yeah, no, any-any time.”
It was probably a bad idea to kiss Stiles in the first place, because now Derek wanted more, wanted to show his gratitude and thank the younger man properly. He ran his palm over the scruff on his cheek as he looked at Stiles, returning the younger man’s smile with a small one of his own - and the longer he stared at the teenager, the more it faded.
The alpha exhaled nervously and moved back in to kiss him again, hands automatically moving to Stiles’s hips as he pinned him gently to the jeep.
Stiles made some weird sound between a gurgle, a whimper, and a groan as he grabbed the collar of the older man’s jacket and pulled him in. Kiss, not expected, second kiss, definitely not expected, but the gentler touch when Derek moved in, the wet slide of their lips - he had to be making this shit up in his head. His hands moved again, touching the older man’s face, feeling his stubble, and Stiles opened his eyes to stare at Derek - to actually see the guy as he was doing this to him.
The alpha breathed heavily against Stiles’s lips and practically groaned as he reigned himself back and stopped the kiss, mouth ghosting the younger man’s as he opened his eyes to see the teenager looking at him.
“I want you,” Derek uttered quietly and winced at how desperate he sounded, thumbs massaging the soft skin just underneath the hem of Stiles’s shirt, noses brushing, “Let me thank you properly?”
“Yeah, totally,” Stiles panted as he leaned in, pressing his forehead to Derek’s and grinning, “I mean, dude, you seriously don’t have to try and convince me... Or ask,” He pressed his body to the older man’s, rolling his hips a bit so Derek felt the start of his erection, “You could’ve just bent me over and fucked me, no questions asked, I’m good, seriously.”
Derek reached for the Jeep door handle blindly, wrapping an arm around the younger man’s waist as he pulled him away enough to open it, “Jeep’s good, yeah?” He kissed Stiles again, slightly breathless, “Please say yes.”
“No place of mine is gonna be able to be looked at without seeing you fucking me,” Stiles chuckled, smoothing his hands down the older man’s chest, “Stop asking, it’s cool. This could be happening on a rocky cliff, or in a graveyard, I don’t care as long as it’s with y-... I mean... Yeah, sex is happening.”
Derek may or may not have smirked at the younger man’s slip of tongue, pulling Stiles’s bottom lip between his teeth before turning the smaller man around and tapping him on the ass, “Fair enough, get in.”
He followed and closed the door, maneuvering himself over into the passenger side seat before pulling the teenager into his lap, grinding up as he pulled Stiles’s hips down, lips pressed firmly just beneath the smaller man’s jaw.
Stiles groaned and rolled his hips down. Neither of them had really done much of anything, just the two previous encounters, but he was so fucking ready for more, desperate to have Derek inside of him again. He smoothed his hands down between them, running his fingers up under Derek’s shirt, massaging his stomach and lifting the shirt up to feel their skin press together.
The alpha nibbled playfully on the skin just beneath Stiles’s ear before kissing it, gasping when he felt the teenager’s hands on his skin. He tightened his grip on the younger man’s hips, not rough, but more firm than before. After pressing their lips together again, Derek slid his left hand down under the back of Stiles’s jeans, cupping the soft ass cheek through the cotton of the teen’s boxers.
“Derek,” Stiles breathed against the older man’s lips, grinding against him and kissing out along his jaw, over the stubble, down his neck, sucking and biting as he shoved the jacket from the older man’s shoulders and reached back up to cup Derek’s cheek as he breathed in the heavy musk, sweat and leather, probably Derek’s body wash or something, he wasn’t sure, but it was probably what heaven smelled like or something.
Derek shrugged out of the jacket the best he could, tossing it in the driver's side seat and hissing when he felt the younger man’s lips on his neck, cock throbbing, “Ah, shit.” He bucked up and smoothed his palms up under Stiles’s shirt, hiking the cotton up as he thumbed the teen’s nipples before leaning forward and flicking the rosy little buds with his tongue.
He leaned back against the seat and pulled Stiles closer, blowing against his nipples before pulling them into his mouth, one by one, rolling them between his teeth as he continued to rut up.
“Oh, holy fuck,” Stiles’s blush flared and he arched his chest against the older man’s lips before leaning down and mindlessly kissing the top of Derek’s head, not really thinking much of the action before he dropped his own back again and whimpered, “Okay, fuck, I think I figured out why I have those things.”
Derek chuckled quietly and kissed the little hardened nubs, “Feel good?”
He reached up and pulled the younger man’s shirt off before pressing his fingertips just beneath Stiles’s jaw, thumb brushing his chin as he pulled him into a soft kiss.
The alpha groaned and smoothed his palms down the younger man’s arms, tangling their fingers together when he reached his hands. Pinning Stiles’s hands behind his back gently, Derek kissed his way along the teen’s jaw and back down his neck, nudging the younger man’s head back with his nose before kissing around the front of his neck and to the other side.
“Feels pretty good, yeah,” Stiles confirmed, lifting his head back even more once he realized what Derek was doing.
The last two times had been so sporadic and quickly paced, rushed to get one another off, it was kind of a bit weird to have Derek take his time - whether it was on purpose or not, he wasn’t sure, “Driving home with your pants soaking must’ve been really weird...”
“Wasn’t so bad,” The alpha shrugged flippantly and released the younger man’s hands to undo the button on his jeans, pulling the zipper down slowly as he kissed Stiles’s chin. He looked the teenager over then, letting his eyes linger down the smaller man’s lean body as he brushed his fingertips over the soft sweep of hair just below Stiles’s bellybutton.
Stiles was two seconds from saying ‘you’re making that face again’ when he stopped and watched Derek instead. It was the second time the older man did it and still Stiles couldn’t place the look - it was intense, pensive, this awed sort of curious look. No one would probably ever look at him like that again, he was pretty fucking sure. That was good though, he didn’t want them to. This was a look he wanted to associate with Derek and Derek alone, “You gonna do somethin’ or just stand there an’ bleed?” He breathed, voice low and husky.
Derek looked back up at Stiles and shook himself out of his stupor, realizing that maybe he’d been staring for a little too long, “Sorry,” His voice sounded hoarse, even to his own ears, and he reached down to pull his own shirt off before wrapping his arms around Stiles again.
The alpha pulled the teenager closer and pressed their chests together, hips arching up a little as he groaned against Stiles’s mouth, “Getting our pants off may be a little tricky.”
“Not really,” Stiles dropped his legs between the older man’s, settling his feet on the floor board and pushing his jeans down, stepping out of them and reaching out to help Derek from his, “Lift dat ass.”
The alpha rolled his eyes but grinned a little as he lifted up to help Stiles, all but kicking his shoes off to get his pants off, letting them fall to the floor board with the younger man’s, “Can you really blame me for being skeptical, especially after our first time?”
Derek raised a brow and reached out to Stiles before pulling the smaller man back into his lap, rolling his tongue between his lips before kissing the teen’s jaw.
Stiles laughed, “I still wake up an have that image in my head of you ripping my jeans off, flailing, and yelping as you disappear from sight,” He ran his palms up Derek’s back, touching the heated skin as he shrugged, “No but uh, seriously, I’ve actually had to get undressed in this guy a lot, I’m pretty use to trying to figure out how to do the impossible in him.”
Derek furrowed his brows and stared at Stiles as he nodded slowly, “Good to know, and I didn’t yelp, it was a very manly shout, so shut up.”
The corner of the alpha’s mouth twisted up a little as he reached down and wrapped his hand around the teenager’s cock, fisting the firm, warm length gently as he arched up and pressed a quick kiss to Stiles’s lips.
“I dunno, I remember that sound pretty well, I also remember you telling me to be loud,” Stiles leaned in, bucking his hips up to slide his dick between Derek’s fingers, “I remember a certain sourwolf even saying please.”
He lifted the older man’s chin, staring into his eyes, “One of these days, you’ll stop pretending you hate me.” He kissed under Derek’s jaw, mouthing his throat and sucking hickies along the werewolf’s skin as he bit and licked.
Derek’s breath hitched and he nodded a little, fist tightening around the teenager’s cock, “Yeah, one of these days.” It was happening a lot sooner than the younger man knew, had been happening, completely out of his control and he hadn’t been able to stop it since the first time they fucked.
The alpha growled quietly and pressed his neck towards Stiles’s mouth, hips arching desperately for friction, “Bite a little harder.”
Stiles raised his brows at the request, but complied, sucking the skin between his teeth so hard it might break - which wasn’t likely in the slightest, but it would’ve seriously fucking hurt anyone else. He moved along, doing the same everywhere he could reach, pausing long enough to blow on the wet skin and move on. He grabbed the back of Derek’s neck, scratching up through his hair and massaging his scalp gently as he arched his hips into the larger man’s touch.
“Jesus fuck, Stiles,” Derek groaned and felt the pre-come ooze out against the younger man’s thigh, cock twitching anxiously. He touched the smaller man’s neck with his free hand and bucked up suddenly, breath coming out in ragged puffs as he pulled Stiles into a kiss, desperate and heated.
The alpha let go of the swollen member to wrap his arms firmly back around the teenager’s waist, middle finger of his right hand sliding down the crease of the smaller man’s ass cheeks.
Stiles blinked, but didn’t stop, smiling to himself - every time he got the older man to say his name, it made things twist the right way. He said Derek’s name constantly, but hearing the werewolf acknowledge him was something else.
He nosed the older man’s jaw once he’d broken the kiss, leaning in to his ear and grazing his teeth along Derek’s stubble, “I want you,” He said breathlessly, reaching back to run his hands down Derek’s wrists, “Need to feel you in me.”
“Want you, too,” The alpha’s eyes closed for a second, goose bumps raising all over his skin from the attention Stiles was giving him, “Here,” Derek turned Stiles around and nudged the top of the teen’s back down with his palm to have him bend over towards the dashboard. He bit down on his bottom lip as he took in the sight, Stiles’s thighs straddling his legs and the small, pink puckered rim.
The werewolf brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them, making sure he got them nice and wet before teasing the tight little hole, delving his index finger in to the first knuckle, and then the rest of the way in, nice and slow, stretching the teen out at an agonizingly slow pace.
Stiles frowned a bit at the sudden change in position, worried he’d said something wrong, but then he felt Derek’s wet fingers and sighed in relief, “Umm, so this is gonna sound weird no matter how I say it, but I do actually have lube in here, you don’t have to use spit.”
He blushed furiously, feeling it run down his back as he reached under his seat and pulled the bottle up, handing it back to Derek as he smiled impishly.
Derek chuckled but took the bottle, bending to kiss the base of Stiles’s spine, “Why does this not surprise me? You would have this in your Jeep.”
He popped the cap and poured some on his fingers, closing the bottle and sitting it between the front seats. The alpha smeared more kisses along the teenager’s back as he slid his fingers back in, rim giving way to the girth of his fingers a little more easily, “God, I can’t wait to fuck you.”
“Oh, fuck me,” Stiles breathed out shakily, eyes widening, legs trembling as he swore he was blushing so hard now that he was probably glowing, “I guess that’s the idea, though.”
It was funny, him and Derek were getting into this really weird comfort zone of talking and joking. But, then again, Stiles would probably never do anything in life without talking and joking through it, “You have massive fucking fingers, dude, they might as well be your damn dick.”
And he was rocking back against them desperately, likely looking crazy to Derek, weird whimpers and needy sounds escaping his lips with every gasp and sigh as he moved.
Derek tried to respond in some way but all that came out was a breathy huff, mouth hanging open as he watched Stiles fuck himself back on his fingers. He smoothed his free hand over the younger man’s left ass cheek, squeezing the soft flesh gently, “Goddamn I wish you could see yourself, so fuckin’ hot.” The alpha furrowed his brows and finally added a third finger, all but groaning as he felt the slick heat clench around his digits.
“I’m actually really good not seeing myself,” Stiles panted, grinning at Derek’s comment. Yeah, seeing himself might just be embarrassing as fuck, but hearing the werewolf’s approval, not just that but–fuck, Derek Hale thought of him this way. He might actually get over this some day, but definitely not any time soon, “But uh, thanks. Like, seriously, it’s inflating my ego to obnoxious proportions that I don’t have the right to uphold.”
“Depends on who you ask,” Derek shrugged and curled his fingers inside of Stiles, grinning as he leaned forward and nibbled on the teenager’s left side, “You could probably afford to have a little bit of an ego.”
He pulled his fingers out and grabbed the younger man by the hips, lowering him back onto his lap, kissing the side of his neck as he grinded his cock against Stiles’s lube slicked hole, “Please tell me you have a condom in here somewhere.”
“Uh... No...” Stiles looked back at Derek, meeting his eyes as he ducked out his lips and thought for a second, “Oh, but I have one in my wallet,” He bent down, picking up his jeans and pulling his wallet from the back pocket, sifting through it before handing the rubber over, “Funny story, that’s not actually in there for use during sex... I mean, yeah, that’s what condoms are for, but when I rub one out in here, I use it.” He didn’t really care if Derek knew, the guy already found out about the lube, he had to wonder why it was in here.
Derek snorted his amusement at Stiles before ripping the packet open with his teeth, spitting the tinfoil away before reaching down and rolling the slick latex over his cock, “When do you actually have time to jack off in your Jeep?” He shook his head, “Never mind, don’t answer that.”
The alpha grabbed the base of his cock and teased Stiles’s warmth with his cock head, one hand on the teenager’s hip, guiding the younger man back slowly onto his length.
“Uh, before school, after school,” Stiles panted out, groaning as Derek filled him, “Fuck-ity,” He bit his upper lip as he reached back to cover the alpha’s hand with his own, “Middle of lots of parking lots... Mostly just when I’m dicking around. I use a ridiculous amount of condoms, like you don’t even know. I wasn’t kidding when I said I jacked off like ten times a day.”
“Jesus, Stiles, I said not to answer that,” Derek groaned and rolled his head back as Stiles seated himself on his length, arms moving slowly to encompass the younger man’s waist, pulling him back so that his back was pressed to the alpha’s chest.
He hooked his chin over the teenager’s shoulder and lowered a hand to Stiles’s cock, teasing it lightly before tilting his head to the side, pressing his lips to the teen’s cheek, “And If I were you, I’d take it easy on your stash, have a feeling you’re gonna actually need them.”
Stiles looked at Derek with raised brows, “So this is gonna happen often? I don’t need an excuse to come over, and neither do you? This is like some kinda regular fuck thing?” He grinned, arching his body and sighing as he felt Derek’s dick shifting inside of him, “Awesome, so like, can I just fuck you every time I wanna jack off, and we can fuck like ten times a day? Because I could definitely be into that.”
“We’re not fucking ten times a day,” The alpha shook his head and sighed before reaching up with his free hand, tilting Stiles’s chin so he’d look at Derek, mouths ghosting one another, “Now, come on, focus.” He pressed his lips to the younger man’s gently, trying to hush him a little. In a way, it almost seemed like Stiles talked more in sexual situations - like a nervous tic or something.
“It’s harder to focus when I’m not looking at your face,” Stiles admitted, planting his feet and lifting up carefully before dropping back down and gasping as he moved. He pressed his back closer against Derek, all but smothering the older man behind him and using Derek as an anchor to lift himself again. He was seriously never going to be able to look at a person in the passenger’s seat without dying, ever again.
“We’ll flip in a bit, promise, just-ah, yeah, just like that,” Derek groaned and gripped Stiles’s waist, helping him and guiding him down onto his cock, hips thrusting up, “Fuck.”
The heat felt amazing, Stiles felt amazing in general - and it was suddenly hard for Derek to comprehend why this wasn’t a daily thing for them. Things would change, that much was for sure. He didn’t want to have to go more than a day without this; the closeness, the intimacy, the release... Stiles.
Stiles leaned his head forward, looking down at their legs, Derek’s long, abnormally pale, hairy legs, and Stiles had always thought he was hairy. He moaned loudly suddenly, dick drizzling precome and he reached out to catch it before it could make a seriously annoying mess. He licked his fingers mindlessly, settling his hands back down on Derek’s thighs to keep their momentum up.
The alpha grunted and rested his forehead against Stiles’s neck, arms slowly moving back around the younger man’s waist until he was eventually holding him close, breath billowing out hotly against the teen’s skin, “You feel so good, damn.” He nosed just beneath Stiles’s ear and traced the cut of the smaller man’s jaw with his tongue, rolling his hips up almost lazily, going slower than before.
“Yeah, no kidding,” Stiles sighed as he moved as well, slow draws up Derek’s length before sinking back down.
Anything he could thing of to say just sounded horribly cheesy, so he kept the thoughts to himself, about how he’d probably do this every minute of every day if he had the chance, or seriously how the fuck had they never thought of it before? And the fact that Derek fit him so well, granted Stiles had never really had anything else up there, but he didn’t care, he’d blindly accept that it was just Derek that’d fit him like this.
Derek growled low in his throat before stilling Stiles’s hips entirely, pushing the smaller man up off of him gently, “Wanna see you, I have a feeling this isn’t gonna take much longer.”
He turned the teenager around and pulled him back onto his lap before reaching down and pushing himself back into the welcoming heat, head thudding back against the headrest as he moaned aloud.
“Oh, oh, fuck,” Stiles dropped his forehead against Derek’s jaw as the older man’s dick brushed over his prostate, “Yeah, no-no, definitely not much longer.”
He turned then, biting over Derek’s neck as he started to ride him, faster than before, using the werewolf’s shoulders to bounce himself in Derek’s lap. Each time he dropped back down, his legs shook violently as the larger man’s dick slammed his prostate, and he wasn’t really sure what to call the sounds that resulted - groans, most likely, muffled as he bit and sucked Derek’s skin.
“Fuck!” Derek’s hips rose from the seat and he felt his cheeks heat because of the strangled sounding sob that escaped him, “Oh god, Stiles.”
His entire body was on edge, claws coming out without his consent, scraping the younger man’s waist gently, eyes glowing crimson. Mostly he was thankful Stiles was too busy with his neck to notice, because his teeth were now replaced with longer, sharper canines - and honestly, part of him was paranoid the younger man would pull away entirely if he saw.
Stiles gasped as he felt the nails bite at his side and he blinked in confusion, looking down at them and then up to Derek’s face. His movements stammered as he lifted one hand to run his fingers through the fuzz of Derek’s cheek, staring at him as he slowed and pressed his lips to the rough, rippled flesh on the bridge of his nose. Stiles kept moving though, chest heaving as he thumbed the sharp canines and came almost violently against those fucking abs... Again.
“Ah,” Derek inhaled sharply, taken aback by the affection and he furrowed his brows, confused almost - but the unexpected attention to his wolf-like features and the warm walls clenching down around him were a lethal combination, and he came mere seconds after Stiles.
He stilled the smaller man as he panted, lips pursing to kiss the pad of Stiles’s thumb, eyes locked on the younger man’s. It was easier to control himself at that point, breathing returning to normal as his canines dulled, skin smoothing out.
Stiles pulled his hand back and leaned in, kissing the older man heatedly and trembling in his arms as he cupped Derek’s cheeks. He saw the look on the larger man’s face, he knew that one, because he wore it a lot himself. Derek probably hadn’t had someone that admired his features, let alone in that particular form.
He smoothed his hands up and down the older man’s body, touching his hands, lining his nails, then back up, over Derek’s brows and ears, the places that were changed the most during the transformation, all the while kissing him and staring into his face sincerely.
The alpha kissed back with an intensity that scared the shit out of himself, arms wrapping possessively around the smaller man’s waist, wanting nothing more than to just hold him until they were both uncomfortable and crampy.
He raised one hand hesitantly to touch Stiles’s cheek, caressing the skin softly with his thumb as he tilted his head a little, whimpering almost breathlessly against the plushness of the teen’s mouth.
Stiles kissed back, almost brought to fucking tears - oddly enough - but the intense action of the other man spoke volumes to him in a lot of ways that weren’t entirely alien.
To be accepted, to be adored, revered in every way, in the ways you think are your deepest flaws, and have had people judge you by - it wasn’t something you could work to achieve, or buy, it was something that some one else had to give willingly, otherwise it’d never count.
Stiles wasn’t a fucking idiot like people thought he was, he understood pretty well what was happening, he got the gist of it. He wouldn’t say it aloud yet, maybe ever, but he understood better than Derek probably thought he did. He could empathize, and he was glad that he could give that to Derek, He’d probably just given the older man something he hadn’t had since he’d lost his mother, or his sister.
Derek swallowed thickly - like there had been a knot in his throat or something - and opened his eyes to look at Stiles. He breathed deeply and stared into the younger man’s amber brown eyes, speechless even though he felt like he needed to say something, to thank the teenager, anything - but he couldn’t, almost afraid he’d choke on a sob.
He’d never felt so vulnerable in front of someone like this, eyes watering a little because he hadn’t had anyone look at him that way in years. It was stupid, he knew it was, but he couldn’t control it - the overwhelming tidal wave of emotions that hit him then.
Stiles couldn’t really think of anything else to do, so he did what he felt like Derek probably needed. He pulled the older man into a careful, almost tentative hug, combing his fingers through the back of Derek’s hair as the other one ran soothing circles over his back.
It was probably something you did with a five year old, or your dad, or family in general, and probably your lover as well - not your fuck buddy of two weeks. But he didn’t really care. Derek was likely feeling vulnerable right now, kind of switching things up from last time, and Stiles was worried that he might strike a raw nerve somewhere without really knowing. He just wanted to convey to Derek that the older man didn’t have to be alone anymore, if he didn’t want to be.
The alpha wrapped his arms back around Stiles, burying his face in the younger man’s neck as a broken sounded sob tore up out of his chest and he coughed, trying to cover it up, eyes watering to the point to where the tears were actually falling down his cheeks.
He hated that he was doing this in front of Stiles, wanted to kick his own ass for it - but he knew that, if anyone would understand, it’d be the teenager. He could trust Stiles with this, trust him not to say anything to anyone. He pulled back hesitantly and wiped his eyes before the younger man had a good chance to look at him again and cleared his throat, “So, would you be hungry by chance?”
Just the thought alone of Derek crying kind of bothered Stiles to a pretty high degree, but... Hearing it, god, it felt like fifty fucking thousand kittens had died. His chest tightened and he tried not to actually cry himself because that was pretty stupid, but he ended up doing it anyways.
He laughed weakly at the question and grabbed Derek’s face once more, pulling him in for another kiss. This one wasn’t heated like the last, it was slow and sweet, downright cavity-inducing as he wiped Derek’s cheeks as well.
He pulled back, kissing the corners of his eyes and nodding, not even bothering to hide his own tears, “I’m actually kinda starving. You?”
“Likewise,” Derek murmured, frowning as he reached up and wiped the younger man’s face the way he’d done for Derek, otherwise not questioning why the teen was crying - sometimes ignorance is bliss, “I think we should go grab something to eat, I’ll pay, considering you actually took the time out to help me when you didn’t need to.”
He pressed his lips to Stiles’s chastely before looking at the younger man pointedly, eyes narrowed as he shook his head, “This isn’t a date, though.”
“Nope, not a date,” Stiles agreed as he slid off Derek’s lap, opening the door of his jeep and climbing out, stark naked and snatching up his jeans and boxers, “Just a simple... Manly meal with your fuck buddy, whom you just nailed and managed to desecrate his beloved jeep at the same time, that’s uh... That’s all, got it.”
“Good,” The alpha said slowly, watching the younger man warily with a slight smirk on his face, “I’m glad that’s settled then.”
He hopped out of the Jeep as well and pulled the condom off, not even bothering to tie it before throwing it in the leaves. Looking down at his abs, Derek snorted softly before gathering a dollop of the younger man’s come before licking it off of his finger, repeating the motion until he was clean enough to put his shirt on. He tugged Stiles close and kissed him quickly before pulling his jeans on, chuckling halfheartedly as he almost fell.
Derek got back in the Jeep and sat sideways as he put his shoes back on before leaning across the seat to grab his jacket, “Oh, and you’re driving.”
Stiles literally stood and watched speechlessly as Derek cleaned and preened himself, devouring the juices on those abs like it was some kind of ice cream, before dressing completely.
He leaned over, rolling his eyes and grabbing his shirt and his own shoes, “Yeah, yeah, okay, sassywolf. But, if that’s the case,” He moved around to the driver’s side and climbed in, smirking, “We’re getting curly fries, and you can just deal.”
