Prompt/head canon: Sterek based on Miss Missing You by FOB. Because not only is Stiles the epitome of "hot whiskey eyes" but also only you could do FOB based Sterek justice.
Miss Missing You - This song evokes a certain feeling in me. This is that feeling.
Summer is brown eyes and bonfires and bourbon burning down his throat. Summer is his toes in the scorching sand, cold lake water, being pressed against a rocky outcrop with Stiles’ hand shoved down his swim trunks.
Summer is Stiles Stilinski.
Stiles is the frantic burn of feelings locked securely behind his throat, begging to be voiced. Stiles is slyly smirking, evoking a need so heady his heart snaps and crackles with desire. Stiles is the bubble of excitement that makes him throw his head back and laugh to relieve the pressure. Stiles is constellations in the sky, constellations on his skin, constellations behind Derek’s eyes when he comes with Stiles buried deep inside of him.
Derek doesn’t think when he’s around Stiles. Thoughts drowned out by the urgency of his pulse, white noise in his head. The thud-dum in his chest that makes him ache, just from being near Stiles. Excitement like the peak of a roller coaster that makes his head fuzzy, swimming with desire.
Stiles smiles and laughs, eye smoldering citrine in the sun, and Derek can’t breathe. When they touch, Derek can feel every point where they connect and nothing else. When they kiss, he’s floating, flying, soaring, nerves fluttering.
Derek doesn’t want to think when he’s around Stiles. All he wants is to do. Hands on skin, caressing, tugging Stiles away from the main group to slam him against the bathroom door, not bothering to be quiet. Hands down each other’s pants and tongues in each other’s mouth, hot and branding, searing and relentless.
Summer turns into fall and Stiles smiles begrudgingly when Derek starts to pack, hands in his pockets. The leaves turn and Stiles’ face flickers bitter, briefly, tone between them shifting from free flying to frantic, desperate delirium in the back of Stiles’ Jeep, begging not to let go.
Summer ends and Stiles doesn’t text him back when he says goodbye.