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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Possessive_Behavior, First_Time, Scent_Marking, Oral_Sex, Face-Fucking,
      jizz, Facials, Come_Eating
  Series:
      Part 2 of Someday_My_Prince_Will_Come
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-05-20 Words: 2426
****** Love At First Smell ******
by Fr333bird
Summary
     Stiles arrives home with jizz in his pants to find Derek in his
     bedroom.
     “Derek, what the fuck are you doing here?” Stiles clutched the t-
     shirt to his groin as Derek’s nostrils flared, humiliatingly aware
     that covering the wet patch in his pants was completely pointless.
     But hell, a guy was entitled to some dignity--wasn’t he?
Notes
     Anna Lund wanted a happy ending for Stiles after the voyeur ficlet
     that I posted the other day, and I was happy to oblige because I
     didn’t really like leaving him all lonely. Putting Derek in his room
     when he arrived home seemed the obvious solution :) It's probably
     best to read the voyeur!ficlet first if you haven't already, it helps
     to put this in context.
     Thanks to Anna Lund for prompting and pre-reading, Donnersun for
     cheerleading and Beckybrit for a speedy beta.
When Stiles got home he was expecting to be alone, and was looking forward to
getting out of his sticky clothes, showering and having a leisurely wank. But
it seemed that the universe had other plans for him.
Stiles had dumped his school bag by the front door and kicked off his shoes. He
was already stripping off his t-shirt as he pushed open his bedroom door. He
struggled out of it and was balling it up ready to toss in the hamper, when he
suddenly realized he wasn’t alone.
“Derek, what the fuck are you doing here?” Stiles clutched the t-shirt to his
groin as Derek’s nostrils flared, humiliatingly aware that covering the wet
patch in his pants was completely pointless. But hell, a guy was entitled to
some dignity--wasn’t he?
Apparently not.
Derek leapt up from his seat at Stiles’ desk and stalked toward him, eyes
glowing red and claws out as his face morphed and fangs extended. The low,
dangerous growl that rose from his throat made the hair on the back of Stiles’
neck prickle. Derek grabbed Stiles’ shoulders and buried his nose in Stiles’
throat, sniffing him, still growling. Stiles froze, all his instincts telling
him that pushing Derek away would be a really bad idea. He dropped his hands to
his sides and let the t-shirt fall to the floor. “Derek... what the fuck is
going on?”
“Who have you been with?” Derek’s claws were digging into Stiles’ skin,
probably drawing blood, yet he seemed oblivious.
Stiles’ mind tumbled in a confused mess of terror and embarrassment. How was it
possible that his life sucked this much? His afternoon had already been
humiliating enough--what with coming in his pants like a creeper while watching
two of his friends getting it on--and now he had to deal with Derek and his
damned supernatural senses and intrusive questions. “What? Nobody. I don’t know
what you’re talking about,” Stiles attempted. But it was weak and he knew it.
“I can smell your come, Stiles.” Derek was staring at him now, red eyes boring
into Stiles’, his voice gritted out between teeth that weren’t even close to
human. His nostrils flared again. “You stink of sex and sweat and locker
rooms.” He leaned close once more and Stiles shivered at the warm breath that
washed over his neck as Derek breathed him in. “But I can’t smell anyone else
on you.” Derek sounded frustrated. He dropped to his knees and sniffed at
Stiles’ groin, batting Stiles’ hands away when he tried to cover himself.
Stiles’ face flushed hot with mortification. “Oh my God, Derek. Boundaries
please.” But Stiles was a fine one to talk about boundaries and appropriate
behaviour, and honestly, having Derek on his knees with his face in Stiles’
crotch wasn’t all bad. It would just be nice if there were less fangs and a
little more consent involved.
It seemed like Stiles only had two options at this point: swallow his pride, or
be werewolf chow.
RIP Stiles’ pride then.
Stiles took a deep breath. “Nobody, okay? I wasn’t with anybody. I was just...
you know. On my own. As usual.” Stiles Stilinski--Forever Alone. Maybe they
could put that on his gravestone when Derek ripped his throat out in a crazed
frenzy of whatever-the-fuck this was.
And actually--come to think of it--what the fuck was this?
Derek was looking up at him now, still frowning with confusion and disbelief,
but Stiles really wasn’t going to elaborate on how he’d ended up coming home
from school with jizz in his pants. “Why is this any of your business anyway?
Why do you even care?” Stiles gestured with his hands as he started to get
worked up with righteous indignation. “This is such an invasion of privacy. Is
this like... what--a pack thing? Because in case you’d forgotten, I’m not in
your fucking pack, okay?”
“I know.” Derek was still kneeling. His face was still disturbingly close to
Stiles’ junk, but thankfully it had shifted back to human now; just a telltale
glow of red remained at the back of his retinas. “It’s not a pack thing.” His
gaze slid away from Stiles’ and his head dropped down to look at the floor. And
if Stiles didn’t know any better he’d say that Derek was blushing. But that
wasn’t possible, right?
Slowly, Stiles’ thoughts rearranged themselves, slotting and shifting into
places where they’d never been before. Surely he had to be wrong. But now that
the idea had occurred to him, he had to ask, because hell--this day couldn’t
really get anymore awkward so he might as well just come out with it.
“Derek.” He looked down at the top of Derek’s head as he spoke quietly.
“Derek... I know this is probably a ridiculous question, but are you...” He
paused and chewed on his lip for a second. “Are you jealous?”
Derek didn’t move. But that low growl rumbled through him again and tingled all
the way up Stiles’ spine.
“Oh my God. It’s not a pack thing. It’s a me thing? You have to be fucking
kidding. Have you seen me? You could have anyone you wanted Derek, you’d only
have to paste a smile on that sour wolf face of yours and they’d come running.
I’m nothing special. Why me?”
Derek’s shoulders lifted in a shrug and the growling stopped, then he tilted
his head back to meet Stiles’ gaze and Stiles was blown away by the
vulnerability in his now clear, hazel eyes. “People can be beautiful on the
outside but ugly on the inside. You’re good right through.”
Stiles felt an embarrassing prickle at the back of his eyelids, so naturally he
fell back on humor as a distraction technique. “I feel like you’re about to
propose here, dude.” He grinned down at Derek, still kneeling at his feet.
“Have you already asked my dad’s permission?”
“Shut up, Stiles.” But Derek’s attempt at gruffness was ruined by the quirk of
his lips and Stiles couldn’t wait any longer. He sank to the floor so that they
were level, and reached out to let his palm graze the stubble of Derek’s jaw.
He’d always wondered how it would feel under his hand and it turned out that it
was amazing. But not nearly as amazing as Derek’s lips when he leaned close
enough to press them to Stiles’.
The kiss started sweet and soft, but it turned dirty fast. Derek’s hands were
all over Stiles’ torso, skimming warm over his skin and sending tingling
pleasure to his groin. Stiles thought it was only fair for Derek to take his
shirt off too, but he didn’t want to break the kiss to ask so he made his point
by sliding his hands up Derek’s shirt and taking the fabric with him. They
separated just long enough for Derek to rip it over his head before their
mouths smashed together again. Then Derek was pushing at Stiles, supporting his
weight with a firm hand as he lowered him down onto to the floor and pinned him
there with the strong cage of his body.
Stiles was hard again, his cock caught uncomfortably in his underwear which
felt as though it was glued to his pubes with dried come. He reached down to
adjust himself but Derek’s hand shot out and grabbed his wrist. “Oh God,”
Stiles gasped as Derek crawled down his body, sucking and biting at his chest
and belly as he went. “You’re going to... okay then.”
Derek’s fingers tugged at Stiles’ belt and undid the button and zipper of
Stiles’ jeans and then they were dragged down his thighs along with his boxers.
“Ouch, careful!” Stiles protested as he lost a few hairs with his underwear.
But he quickly forgot about the pain when Derek lowered his head and his tongue
lapped wet, warm and filthy over Stiles’ cock.
Stiles tried very hard not to think about the fact that it felt alarmingly like
being licked by a dog--not that he’d ever had a dog lick his dick, obviously.
But that feeling when a dog really goes to town on your hand until it’s
dripping? Yeah, this was pretty similar to that. Stiles’ cock seemed entirely
happy with it though. Derek lifted it away from his belly to swirl his tongue
around the head, removing all the dried stuff from earlier and catching the
fresh pre-come that was leaking out like a faucet by now. When Derek released
it, it slapped back onto Stiles’ belly with an audible thud.
Derek moved lower, licking and sucking at Stiles’ balls. He pulled them each
into the velvet heat of his mouth in turn and Stiles moaned, hips hitching as
Derek’s tongue swirled around them. Damn he was efficient. Stiles was going to
be squeaky clean after this. Although, if Derek carried on doing that for too
much longer there was every chance that he’d jizz all over himself again and
all Derek’s hard work would be for nothing.
“Fuck, Derek... please,” he managed, impressed with his coherency. He twined
his fingers into Derek’s hair and pulled, thrusting his hips up impatiently.
Derek’s chuckle was like dark treacle as he swiped the wet heat of his tongue
back up Stiles’ cock from root to tip and sucked him down in one swift swallow.
Stiles whimpered. Be careful what you wish for, he thought, because now this
was all going to be over in approximately thirty seconds. But he couldn’t
really bring himself to care as he rocketed giddily toward orgasm with Derek’s
lips and tongue coaxing it out of him. “Oh fuck... yeah, yeah, yeah,” he
chanted, tugging on Derek’s hair where his fingers were tangled.
Stiles came so hard that stars blazed behind his eyelids, Disney-style, as his
whole world was reduced to the hot suck of Derek’s mouth and the party in his
dick as it exploded in Derek’s throat. He was dimly aware of the sounds he was
making, just enough to be really relieved that his dad was at work because
otherwise he’d be running into Stiles’ room with with a gun right about now.
Stiles whimpered as his softening cock slipped from Derek’s lips and through
the haze of his receding climax he watched as Derek moved over him, straddling
his hips as he worked frantically to get his own cock out of his ridiculously
tight jeans. Stiles lifted feeble hands in an attempt to help, but Derek
growled with impatience so Stiles just let him get on with it.
“Fuck, Stiles,” he hissed, and those two little words sounded so sexy on his
lips that Stiles’ dick twitched valiantly.
Derek pulled his cock out and wrapped a desperate hand around it where it
curved up, hard and thick. His hand moved fast, jerking frantically. But Stiles
wanted more than just watching. “Derek...” He reached for him, curling his
fingers around the back of Derek’s thighs and encouraged him to shuffle forward
until he was kneeling over Stiles’ chest.
Stiles craned his neck up, needing to feel Derek in his mouth, needing to taste
him. Derek got one hand behind his head, cradling and taking the weight as the
slippery head of his cock nudged Stiles’ lips and slid onto his tongue before
he drew back and repeated the movement. Derek’s hand was still gripping the
base of his dick, carefully stopping himself from pushing in too deep as he fed
Stiles his cock in little desperate thrusts. Stiles could taste him, salt and
musk filling his mouth and he used his tongue to catch the flavour, moaning as
he licked and sucked as best he could.
“Oh God. Fuck.” Derek pulled back as he started to come, the first hot splash
hitting Stiles’ lips and tongue. He closed his eyes instinctively and grimaced
a little at the bitterness, but he kept his mouth open, catching more messy
spurts as Derek moaned out his release. Stiles felt wet warmth on his cheek and
forehead too. When it stopped and all he could hear was Derek’s ragged
breathing, he closed his mouth and swallowed, rolling the thick saltiness
around in his mouth before forcing it down.
Gentle fingers swiped at Stiles’ cheek, tracing through the mess and then Derek
was licking him, making him giggle and squirm at the feeling--especially on his
eyelids because that was just weird. When Stiles finally dared open his eyes,
Derek was propped up over him, staring down with an indecipherable expression
on his face, all off-the-scale intensity but not a clue as to how he was
actually feeling about what had just happened between them. Then Derek lowered
his head, octopussed himself around Stiles, pressed his nose into the crook of
Stiles’ neck and hummed contentedly. “You smell like me now.” His voice
vibrated against Stiles’ pulse and the weight of his body was solid and
comforting.
Stiles slipped his arms around Derek and held him there, grinning inanely at
his bedroom ceiling until his buzz was marred by the realization that it was
actually a little hard to breathe with two hundred pounds of werewolf on top of
you.
“Hey,” he murmured in Derek’s ear. “It’s not that I’m not on board with the
cuddling--because for the record I totally am--but this would be a lot more
comfortable on my bed. Just saying.”
Derek made a grumbly noise, but shifted his weight off Stiles and got to his
feet. He tucked his dick back in his pants, then held out a hand to Stiles.
Stiles shuffled his jeans back up and put his own junk away before taking
Derek’s hand and letting himself be pulled up. Derek led him to the bed and
they lay down, arms wrapped around each other and legs tangled together.
“So really. How long?” Stiles asked when they were settled comfortably. “How
long have you... you know. Wanted me?” He felt silly saying it. But the
evidence was still starring his eyelashes and coating the back of his throat.
There was a long pause and Stiles counted the beats of Derek’s heart while he
waited for him to answer.
Derek’s voice was a deep bass rumble under Stiles’ ear. “Ever since I first
smelled you.”
Stiles snorted with laughter. “Seriously? Love at first smell? Dude, I had no
idea you were so romantic.”
Derek pulled Stiles closer and muttered sleepily, “werewolf, remember?”
Stiles let himself be nuzzled. “How could I forget?” He smiled.
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