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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV), Queer_as_Folk_(US)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Smutty, Smutt_pure_and_simple, Yes_nothing_else, it_was_supposed_to_be_a
      blowjob_fic_but_then_ehhh_this_happened, sterek, Smutt
  Series:
      Part 2 of Queer_as_Wolf
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-12-20 Words: 1492
****** Queer, There and Everywhere ******
by Dark_K
Summary
     Derek would try and deny it to his dying day, but the second Stiles
     recognized the style of his loft from Queer as Folk was the second he
     realized he wouldn’t really be able not to try and be with the boy,
     because, well.
     He may – or may not – have a thing for his…
     His everything really.
     He felt like such a pervert sometimes, but, eh, gotta learn to live
     with it anyway.
Notes
     Sooooooo, this is a Christmas gift to xxxAthaelaxxx and Diana,
     because one of them asked for a smutt fic and the other wanted to see
     the whole thing with Derek and Stiles pay out. Hehehehe.
     I hope you guys like it!
     (also, the title is from episode 2 of QaF US. Yes, I stole it.)
     Merry Christmas!!!
See the end of the work for more notes
                          Queer, There and Everywhere
Derek would try and deny it to his dying day, but the second Stiles recognized
the style of his loft from Queer as Folk was the second he realized he wouldn’t
really be able not to try and be with the boy, because, well.
He may – or may not – have a thing for his…
His everything really.
He felt like such a pervert sometimes, but, eh, gotta learn to live with it
anyway.
                                       X
He was decided to wait until Stiles was eighteen, and then the damn kid went
and bought himself a school uniform.
Seriously, why is this his life?
                                       X
The little shit smirks when he shows up at his loft – in uniform­ –for
Halloween. Derek’s not going to any parties, Stiles, apparently, is going to
Lydia’s, but decided to come and show Derek his pretty blazer and shirt and
tie, and he kept staring at the bed and smirking.
He finds excuses to be around Derek wearing the damn thing three more times,
and by then Derek is so sexually frustrated he can’t even think straight.
                                       X
The day Stiles actually stalks him all over town, and tries to get him to go to
Jungle with Peter is the day he decides two can play this game.
                                       X
He calls Stiles and tells him to come to the loft because he needs help with
research – Stiles doesn’t complain, and Derek can practically feel how smug he
is for having an excuse to show up and torture Derek some more.
Derek will show him smug. Oohh, he will.
                                       X
The second Stiles steps into the loft, Derek grabs him by the lapels of his
damn fake uniform blazer, and pushes him against the door, smirking all the
while at the surprise look on the teen’s face – it lasts but a second, because
Stiles is actually the one to close the distance between them, pressing his
lips to Derek’s with no finesse whatsoever. Derek presses closer, his hips
grinding into Stiles’s, and takes the teen’s head into his hands, licking his
lips open, containing a smile at the way Stiles lets out a quiet moan at the
feeling.
Derek rolls his hips once, feeling Stiles getting hard and fucks his mouth with
his tongue, as if trying to steal his breath away.
When he takes a small step back, Stiles lets out a quiet disappointed sound,
and Derek turns around and walks away, his back to the teen, taking off his
shirt without a care in the world.
He can hear Stiles swallowing hard, and he smirks to himself – let’s see who’s
going to be smug now.
Without looking at Stiles, he sits on the edge of the bed and leans back on his
left elbow, his right hand running down his chest, slowly across the waist of
his jeans, undoing his button and carefully sliding the zipper down.
“Oh my God.”
He looks up then, smiling slowly, watching as Stiles’s mouth opens and closes,
as if he’s trying to find something to say and can’t find his words.
Well, that’s a way to shut the kid up.
He puts his hand in his pants and pulls his dick out, wriggling a bit until his
jeans aren’t bothering him anymore. He squeezes the tip, closing his eyes form
a second at the sensation, and then looks at Stiles again, who’s frozen by the
door, eyes trained on the hand that is now running up and down the length of
his cock slowly, teasingly, feeling it harden bit by bit.
“Since you’re so fond of the uniform, I thought I could teach you a lesson” he
tells the boy firmly, and Stiles nods, his eyes not really straying from their
rapt observation of Derek’s cock, “Come here.”
“Hell yes” the teen whispers, tripping on his own feet in his haste to get to
the bed. When he’s close enough, he starts to climb onto it, but Derek shakes
his head.
“Nah ah ah. Kneel” he tells him, his voice calm and gentle, but firm, and their
eyes meet, Stiles licking his lips nervously before doing as he’s told, and
kneeling between Derek’s legs.
Stiles, for all of his teasing, seems unsure all of a sudden, but it lasts only
a second – true to his Justin impersonation, he leans forward, wrapping his
lips around the tip of Derek’s dick, giving it a tentative lick and then
sucking on it for a moment, before pulling away.
When he looks back up, Derek puts his other elbow on the bed and raises an
eyebrow at him.
“Are you going to finish that?” he asks, smirking again, and Stiles gets a
determined look on his face, as if being challenged is all that takes for him
to do something – which is pretty much the truth: the surest way to get Stiles
to do anything is telling him he can’t.
He leans forward again, licking Derek’s cock from bottom to the tip, before
sucking it into his mouth again, adjusting himself on his knees, so he can grab
the base and work on it, slowly, teasingly, even if his grip is uncertain and a
bit awkward for a while – he’s never done this before, and Derek is loath to
admit that it gives him a thrill to be the one to see him like this.
Stiles starts sucking harder then, trying to get more into his mouth, his hand
losing its steady rhythm to something of a more frantic friction, and Derek
slips his fingers into his hair, pulling him back a bit.
The teen lets go slowly, and stares at him in confusion, but Derek is smiling
down at him – his thumb running over Stiles’s lips and going into his mouth,
and the kid closes his lips around it, sucking on it again with a moan.
He’s been watching way too much porn, Derek decides, but, oh well, it’s working
on his favor, because damn, he looks wrecked like this.
“Take off your shirt” he whispers, and Stiles nods, leaning back a bit, and
taking out his blazer and unbuttoning his shirt in a haste, throwing it to the
side and opening the zipper on his jeans. He stares at Derek, on his knees, his
bare chest, pale and dotted in freckles and moles, raising and falling rapidly,
his long neck tilted to the side a bit, as if he’s submitting.
Derek can’t even think straight he wants this freaking teen so much, and he’s
ready to admit that maybe, just maybe, Stiles knows exactly what he’s doing to
him if that small smile playing on his lips is anything to go by.
He leans forward and pulls Stiles up and on his lap with no effort, and the
teen has the audacity to laugh and look down at him for a second before hiding
his face on his neck and licking the skin there, making Derek shiver under him.
He slides his hands down Stiles’s back, slipping them under his jeans,
squeezing his ass and grinding his hips against him.
“Fuck” Stiles mutters, grinding down too.
“Not today” Derek says back, biting Stiles’s neck before raising a hand to his
hair again and pulling his face towards him, kissing him filthily.
Stiles sucks on his tongue as Derek rolls their hips together, one of his
fingers teasing Stiles’s ass – but not too far, because Derek can’t stop right
now for the apocalypse itself, never mind to get lube from a drawer, and he
tries to slow Stiles down, but the teen keeps making all these noises, and it’s
driving Derek crazy, and he comes before Stiles does, which seems to be
endlessly amusing to the kid who keeps grinding down and then moans, stopping
altogether and falling onto Derek’s shoulder.
“Please tell me we can do that again” it’s the first thing he says when he
recovers, his words muffled by Derek’s neck, and Derek snorts, his hands
running on Stiles’s back a few times.
“Definitely.”
“I really want you to fuck me. I’d really like to fuck you too” it’s the kid’s
answer, and Derek pulls back and stares at Stiles, at the way his mouth is red
and bruised, and his chest is sweaty, and he looks all around both gross and
sexy as hell.
“I’m not actuallyBrian Kinney. Not until you’re eighteen” it’s his answer.
Stiles sighs then, but leans forward and kisses Derek – sweet, slow and gentle,
in a kiss that speaks of more than sex.
“I’m good with that as long as you don’t push me away” he whispers then, his
hands finding their way into Derek’s hair and the man can’t stop a smile from
appearing.
“I don’t think I could even if I wanted to.”
Stiles smiles broadly at him and leans forward again, his face on Derek’s neck,
hugging him.
Derek closes his eyes and hugs him back.
They’ll be just fine.
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