Sterek WIP sitting on my desktop
The doorknob on Scott’s door clicked too loud. Stiles always forgot, especially when he was trying to sneakily open said door and ended up failing ten times out of ten. Times just like now.
“Are you serious, bro?” The covers barely shifted from when Scott lays his head right back down. “Ugh just close the door.”
“Alright, alright! I will, just- be cool. we’re just gonna, idk-“ Stiles is standing in the doorway with an arm around his stomach as some kinda guarding armor from the glare he just got. “Lay down for a bit? Watch a movie. It’s not a big deal.”
Stiles took that as confirmation enough to close the door shut behind him as soft as possible. It was the night before his first day as a freshmen. Well, him and Scott. It was gonna be freaking awesome.
Stiles’ feet padded softly towards the room at the end of the dark hallway and he had to grapple for a bit before finally grabbing the doorknob.
There was a soft light coming from the tv on the dresser, and it made it easier to lock the door and take baby steps towards Derek’s huge bed. Stiles’ loved coming here when the sleepover turned snoozy.
His pajama pants were already getting tight in the front just thinking about it.
Derek didn’t even turn at the sound. All there was’ a huge hand grabbing the comforter closer to the other side of the bed and lifting. It was a message: get in.
Stiles’ knew his answer before his brain could even think different. His hands flew in a million directions before finally grabbing his clothes at the right angle, peeling his sweaty night shirt off and dropping his shorts down and off before he dived in.
Derek still had his eyes closed, it was like a game they played. That it wasn’t Stiles here. Like he hadn’t just let a naked 14 year old into his bed. Stiles’ wasn’t that nice.
Cause- see, Derek wasn’t just somebody. He was THE somebody. King of all things cool, and Stiles was just so much closer to tasting a smidge of that coolness. Sitting at the senior’s tables? Getting to go to prom as a freshie? Getting booze at all the parties? He was about to start living the fucking high life, dude. Not to mention getting on the lacrosse team, which Derek was not only apart of, he was the captain. He was also Scott’s older brother.
Stiles wasn’t a clout digger by any means, because the best part wasn’t just the perk that they’re going to be popular as fuck, but that he’ll get to hang out with Derek all the freaking time.
He decided he wanted to feel his body then. It was like Derek got bigger since the last time, which was just a month ago, when Stiles’ rolled on top of him.
His dick was already so hard, and he rubbed it a little across Derek’s abs as he tried to feel all the new muscle. “Did you get even more buff? Fuck. You’re getting Hulk-y on me, dude.”
The corner of Derek’s mouth lifted. It was the only thing showing as he laid his huge arm across his face, covering his eyes. Well, that and his sexy stubble.
“Derek,” Stiles grabbed at his bicep, not sure if he wanted to pull or just squeeze the taught limb. “Please, I’m so hard.”
It was true. He was leaking all over the both of them. His dick was a fucking faucet these days, getting the new hairs above his junk all sticky.
This time Derek smiled wider. His canines out. “I know. You’re rubbing it all over me.”
“So do something about it.”
Stiles humped aimlessly at any direction involving the older boy, and Derek finally grabbed the edge of his own shorts and tugged them down.
“Yes, thank fuck. Finally, God.”
Their mouths finally collide in a smack and Derek grabs the sides of Stiles’ face. His hands are huge and his tongue seems just as big as Stiles’ senses are invaded. It’s like he’s being engulfed by Derek, even though he’s on top.
They roll around like this until he’s underneath and Derek shoves his dick in the crease between his groin and his thigh and- shit, this was hot. It’s like a sneak peak into how he was gonna get pounded into later the way he screwed his hips.
“C’mon,” Stiles whined not knowing why. “C’mon, Derek.”
“Fuck.” They were just straight humping each other now. All stiles could see through his heavy lidded eyes was the glow from the tv shining on Derek’s broad shoulders. The sounds were pornographic.
Each time their dicks found each other, it was like the heavens opened above them for a second. “Dude, rub it against my ass a little bit.” Derek huffed in a laugh at that, like stiles was amusing for wanting to speed it up. Still, he reached between the two of them and aimed his head- wet from precome- and slid it between Stiles’ cheeks. So so so gross in a hot way, they both just moaned.
Derek smacked his hand on top of Stiles’ mouth as he pumped between at a break-neck pace. As if the smacking sound produced by them literally almost-fucking wasn't louder than any noise he could make at the moment. “Gotta-gotta be quiet. Fuck.” He said it like he was out of breathe.
He didn’t really understand why they had to be quiet. Scott knew exactly where he is, getting dicked by his older brother. Melissa was at the hospital on shift, but she wasn't always when they’d do this. One time, Scott even had to tell her that he and Derek were “watching netflix” at 2 am when she came to check on them. What would a 14 year old and 17 year old be watching at 2 am with the door locked? She hadn’t said anything. Maybe she really did think they were in here watching the fucking Avengers or something.
Just then, Derek's head caught on Stiles’ rim and it was fucking over for them. Stiles seized up, bucking wildly while grabbing at Derek’s anything. Hair, shoulder, hand.
There was hot come pooling inbetween his legs, and he couldnt help but bite Derek's fingers to stop the moan. If that had slipped, Derek would forsure kick him out. Instead of pulling back, Derek stroked his tongue as the rest of him stilled, eyes clenched in pleasure.
It was over too fast. Once the fingers were gone, he had to admit-"Sorry about the bed spread, dude"
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