Sep 20, 2016
“So,” Stiles says, resting his elbows on his knees and settling his chin in his hands. “Hypothetical then: one of you guys gets dosed with some sex wolfsbane – how do we deal with it?”
seen from Maldives
seen from Malaysia
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Finland
seen from Russia
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from Germany
seen from Netherlands
seen from Germany
seen from Maldives
seen from Canada
seen from Sweden
seen from Netherlands
seen from Canada
“So,” Stiles says, resting his elbows on his knees and settling his chin in his hands. “Hypothetical then: one of you guys gets dosed with some sex wolfsbane – how do we deal with it?”
Stiles and Derek are notoriously bad at getting along. That is, when they're not busy getting naked.
Ground rules: Just once, just to get it out of their systems, and they can never, ever tell anyone. Simple, right?
…Once definitely isn’t gonna be enough.
It’s been two weeks since the last time. Two weeks since Stiles let frustration and loneliness and need get the better of him.
Somehow Stiles has managed to survive the horrors of Beacon Hills until the ripe old age of twenty. He's still a virgin, of course, because there hasn't really been time between school, work, and running for his life to take care of that pesky little problem.
Derek Hale — also a Beacon Hills Survivor — has sadly attained lonely bachelor status. In between running for his life, researching the latest threats to the town with his good buddy Stiles, and lingering nightmares of the outcomes of his past relationships, he hasn't exactly been on the lookout for anyone new since Braeden.
Stiles feels the crushing weight of his family's debt; Derek has piles of money. Derek needs to get laid; Stiles is a willing and eager virgin. It's a match made in... well. Beacon Hills. Eesh.
Their odd little friendship has survived death threats, possession, and all manner of things that go bump in the night. Surely it'll survive a friends with benefits arrangement.
Right?
Derek is trying to come up with something witty to say in return when he realizes that he’s smiling. He purposefully turns the corners of his mouth down into a dramatic frown. “Fuck you, Stilinski.”
“Wow, you have a way with words.”
-0-
In which Derek and Stiles engage in no-strings-attached sex. It works out about as well as you might imagine.
"This is a casual, adult relationship based on sex, and it is awesome." In which Stiles and Derek have a great time buddyfucking until a burrito ruins it all.
"I think it's time to admit that I have this bizarre, weird, twisted thing for your dick."