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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale, Scott_McCall, Adrian_Harris
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-10-27 Words: 563
****** At Least It Didn't Happen In Class ******
by Red_Charade_(traciller)
Summary
     Stiles sort of fulfills a fantasy he didn't know he had before it
     turns into an embarrassing moment and then melts into an awkward one.
     (Seriously, I have no idea how to describe this fic!)
Notes
     Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or any of its characters.
     Warnings: Underage (although given the circumstances, does it really
     count?), pwp (where w stands for without), foul language
See the end of the work for more notes
Stiles panted heavily, giving soft whines, his back arching away from the
mattress an inch or two as he tightened his legs around Derek's waist, his
hands gripping and tugging at the werewolf's hair and causing the Alpha to
growl and shove into Stiles harder. He could feel Derek's hands on his hips as
the older man leaned forward, gripping them tight enough that Stiles was sure,
was hoping, there would be bruises later.
“Oh God, Derek...Derek!” Stiles called out, moving his hands down to his
lover's shoulders, raking blunt nails against the skin, then down along his
back, before trailing back up again. The resulting red marks were healed almost
immediately, Stiles knew, but the way it had made Derek sound when he did
it...holy God that was out of a porno and he just couldn't take it anymore and
when he came it was hard.
Then, as if someone had hit a button, he heard a very loud BANG that caused him
to jerk upright in his seat.
“Mr. Stilinski, I'm quite sure that most people do that in front of their
webcams in the privacy of their own homes.” Mr. Harris said in that snide tone
he always used when addressing Stiles.
“O-oh...oh my God...” the sixteen-year-old whimpered, moving down in his seat
and feeling his legs and pants squish with the spilled semen from his wet
dream. “Oh, this isn't happening...no, no...Nope. Not happening. I'm still
dreaming...holygodno...”
Just as he was the rest of the class – even Scott, the traitor! – began to
laugh at him he heard this really loud and obnoxious sound in his ear.
Frowning, he opened his eyes and looked around. He was in his bedroom! Oh thank
God, he really had been dreaming! He did not just have a wet dream about Derek
Hale – seriously, Derek Hale?! – in front of his entire class and Mr. Harris!
“It really was just a dream...oh God...oh thank God...” he breathed to himself.
When he moved to throw the covers away from his body and get up, though, he
felt the same tell-tale, damp and sticky, squishing between his thighs as he
had in the classroom dream and his face reddened a little.
Okay, so he really did have a wet dream about Derek Hale and he really did jizz
his underwear over it. Big deal. It didn't actually happen in class and so
nobody ever, ever had to know about it. That was the important thing!
Still blushing he stood up, hooking his thumbs into his boxers as he got ready
to shuck them. They needed to get in the laundry with his sheets and he needed
a shower. Turning around to assess the damage to his sheets, though, he noticed
a figure perched on the windowsill.
Eyes snapping up, Stiles' mouth with slack for a second before he started
stammering quickly aborted excuses and questions at the person perched there,
staring at Stiles with wide and disbelieving eyes.
“H-how long have you been there?” Stiles finally got out.
“I came in just when you were screaming my name and...” Derek's nostrils flared
a bit and Stiles knew what he was smelling...and therefore what he was getting
at.
“Ow! Shit! No!” Stiles whined after pinching himself.
Derek just continued to stare at him, still perched precariously on the
windowsill.
End Notes
     Not sure I'm happy with the flow. Concrit is appreciated. Sorry if it
     sucks (no pun intended)!
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