sterek ace exploration!!!
honestly one of my FAVORITE of all my WIPs, and one i desperately want to get back to and finish at some point. ace!Derek asking Stiles (on Erica’s recommendation) to help him explore his sexual boundaries cuz he doesn’t feel safe/secure taking a risk on a stranger.
Derek shifted on his feet. “I wanted to ask you something.”
“If it’s about the reading for Professor Ito, I can email it to you,” Stiles offered, scratching his head. “A lot of people were having trouble with the PDF download earlier, according to Kira. She thinks they got the problem fixed, but if it still isn’t working for you—”
“I want you to have sex with me.”
Stiles got halfway through his next word before those words processed in his brain, and then his mouth stopped functioning properly. His ears too, possibly, because that could not be what Derek had actually said.
After a few painful seconds, he managed a weak, “Pardon?”
Derek’s face looked downright angry, what with the eyebrows and the manfully clenching jaw, but the tips of his ears were pink and his glare seemed to have settled somewhere around Stiles’ knees.
“I said I—” He cut himself off with a shake of his head. “I heard that you have a lot of…”
“...sex?” Stiles put in helpfully when it seemed like Derek had lost track of that particular word.
Derek’s ears only got redder. “Yes, that. And I need to… Well, I want to…”
“...to have sex,” Stiles filled in again. “With me?”
Derek nodded. He still looked mad, but Stiles thought that might just be his incredibly uncomfortable face. Which was fair; this was sort of an awkward request, especially to make of some random guy he didn’t know all that well.
And yet, here he was, at Stiles’ apartment—halfway across town from his own, if Stiles remembered correctly from a few of Erica’s anecdotes about the guy—on a Tuesday night, making the request, no matter how uncomfortable it made him. It couldn’t possibly be a random urge or an itch to scratch; Derek was way too attractive for that to be a problem, like, ever. And he wasn’t asking for a date, so it probably wasn’t that he actually liked Stiles himself.
There had to be something else going on here. And this wasn’t the distraction Stiles had been looking for, but it was a valid excuse not to go back to his stats homework, so there was no way he was going to pass this up.
Stiles blew out a breath. “Okay, Derek. How about you come inside and we can talk about this?”
and you get two excerpts, just because i like
“Did you decide what you actually want to do today? You’ve got options, you know. You don’t have to start with the home run.”
Derek shifted in his seat a bit, bashfulness creeping back into his face.
“How about this,” Stiles offered, tossing the pillow onto the floor. “We start with kissing. That’s low-pressure and at least vaguely familiar for you. We can try some light frottage—” His exaggerated French accent earned him a half-amused, half-exasperated eyebrow raise. “—and if that works for you, we can maybe work our way up to a handjob or two. Sound good?”
Stiles poked at his knee. “Can you say it out loud for me?” he asked. “Maybe give me a color, get in the habit of good communication early on?”
Derek rolled his eyes, but grudgingly appeased him with a muttered, “Green.”
After a moment of expectant silence, Stiles took it upon himself to close the distance between them. He scooched over and pulled one knee up so that he could face Derek properly, arm coming to rest along the back of the couch, over Derek’s shoulders. When Derek turned his head, there were only a few inches left between them. Stiles thought there might be a bit of a blush on Derek’s cheeks, but it was hard to tell with the dark stubble that lined his jaw.
“Is this okay?” Stiles’ voice came out lower and softer than he’d intended, but that was just because they were so close together. It didn’t make sense to be loud, he told himself.
Derek licked his lips, eyes flicking up to Stiles’ and then darting away again. “I already said green, didn’t I?”
“Doesn’t mean I’m not going to ask again,” Stiles said. “I’m going to keep asking, Derek. And I’m always going to listen to your answer.”
Derek’s eyes met his and held them. They only fluttered closed when they were close enough to bump noses.
Stiles kept the kiss simple at first. Just a press of lips, then another. He lingered over it long enough for Derek to press back experimentally, like he was testing out how this all worked. It was strangely sweet. Stiles gave him a little more, leading him in the push and pull of it, and when Stiles pulled back a bit, he found Derek with an adorable look of concentration on his face.
“How’s it going so far?” he asked.
“It’s…” Derek’s eyelashes fanned out across his cheeks in an inky sweep. “…weird.”
“Good weird or bad weird?”
Stiles huffed a laugh. “Does that mean you want to keep going? Hit me with a color, dude.”
Derek pinched his leg and ignored Stiles’ yelp to say, “Don’t call me ‘dude’.”
Stiles contemplated snatching the throw pillow from the floor and laying into him—the most surefire way to win a pillow fight, after all, was to have possession of the only pillow in the room—but he was on a mission and he would not be distracted.
Derek rolled his eyes. “Green.”
“Okay, then, so come back here and let me kiss you again!”
