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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Scott_McCall/Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale/
      Scott_McCall, Derek_Hale/Scott_McCall/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Pre-Threesome
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-07-17 Words: 4063
****** The fix-it plan ******
by Denyce
Summary
     Stiles has a fix-it plan, now he only needs to get Derek on board. Or
     the one where Derek happily discovers Scott isn't the only boy-scout
     who always comes prepared.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Agitated, Stiles paced his bedroom “I know, I get it. I shouldn't have been
eavesdropping. But, that’s not the point -and not- what we need to discuss.”
Stiles stopped and glanced over to see Derek’s reaction. His face fell as he
saw the beta wasn’t buying it.
“It was an accident!” Exasperated, Stiles lifted his arms, and exclaimed
loudly, what?.
Dropping his head in defeat, Stiles looked up pleadingly, hoping Derek would
just drop the subject of how it all happened. Exhaling he tried a different
tack, “Listen, in the grand scream of things it doesn’t really matter, does it?
I know, and now, I can’t not know, you know?”
Stiles could clearly see Derek’s confusion; the man was a step and half behind
trying to decipher what the hell he just said. Taking advantage of the moment,
Stiles stated his true concern – why he had called Derek in the first place.
“The point is, finding out is going to hurt Scott – hurt him really bad and you
know it!”
Going for the jugular, Stiles hit Derek with his last weapon, his version of
the puppy eyed look. It was a look that worked numerous times when he had been
on the receiving end. It was a skill he had learned from Scott. Admittedly, he
wasn’t quiet as proficient as Scott, who had an innate ability to make anyone
melt. He had always considered it Scott’s true superpower. However, over the
years Stiles had studied and applied enough techniques to project his own
emotions; to eventually get good enough that even Scott had caved under his
silent pleas, whether he deserved it or not. Right now he needed every weapon
in order to win Derek over. For extra measure, Stiles added a heavy hint of
desperation to his voice. “Come on Derek, you got to help me fix this.”
Derek’s eyes widened then, he chuckled although there was no humor in his tone.
“Is that what you want to call it, fixing this?”
“Yes!” He ran his hands through his hair, rubbing hard across his scalp, his
anxiety increased with every heartbeat – he had to make this work. “We can’t
let Scott know his dad isn’t coming back, or worse that he’s riding off into
the sunset to live happily ever after with his new family. At least not yet,
not while Senior asshole is still in town; Derek, you don’t know their history.
I do!”
“Damn it! Use those wolfie powers of yours, you know I’m telling you the truth,
it’s not good. It’ll utterly crush Scott to discover his dad has a new family.
It’ll be worse when he finds out he has a baby brother, one the asshole never
had the decency to even tell his first born son about.”
Derek’s features remained stoic leaving Stiles to guess whether or not he was
getting through. “Are you starting to get the picture? You’ve seen Scott, seen
how much pressure he’s been under. All that responsibility as the new Alpha,
dealing with the pack, us… Not to mention school, worrying about his mom. This
is going to put him right over the edge. Seriously, think about it, if Scott
did anything to the man…” Even as he said it, images flooded his mind: of Scott
hitting the asshole, a FBI agent, out of shock and anger. Worst his own dad
would have no choice but to arrest Scott. With the last image, Stiles muttered,
“Shit!” belatedly realizing exactly how quickly things could spiral out of
control.
At Derek’s continued silence, Stiles paced across the room again, unable to do
anything other than wait for Derek’s response as the beta processed everything
he said. He abruptly stopped after his second pass, “Trust me I don’t want to
protect that jerk, but the bottom line is WE have to protect Scott from doing
something that in the long run he’d regret. And eventually Scott would. You
said it yourself, he’s a boy scout through and through. The simple truth is
under all that anger he loves his dad just as strongly as ever.”
“So your plan to fix it is to compound the problem further by lying to him?”
“Yes, no… damn it Derek, that’s why I need your help – we have to fix this.”
Stiles noticed Derek’s eyes flash in anger, “You keep saying that. Scott’s my
alpha, I can’t lie to him.”
Stiles clenched his fist. None of this was going according to plan. After
biting the inside of his cheeks, Stiles ground out as calmly as he could, “I’m
not asking you to lie.”
Derek tilted his head in blatant disbelief.
Exasperated, Stiles sighed, then stated like he was talking to a child. “If you
don’t say anything it’s not a lie.”
Derek didn’t miss a beat and corrected him, “No? It’s still a lie of omission.
“
Losing his patience, Stiles grunted, “Come on, let’s not get technical.”
Derek leveled his eyes at Stiles then in obvious frustration, he crossed his
arms, “What do you want from me?”
Relieved Derek was going to at least hear him out, Stiles smiled and cleared
his throat. Silently he reminded himself he needed to say this just right. It
was after all for a good cause, one Derek should be behind since he loved Scott
just as much as he did, right? Facing Derek though, Stiles couldn’t relax and
the words spilled out in a rush, “We need to distract Scott. And it has to be
big enough that he doesn’t go and do something stupid like confront his dad.
You and I know if he goes after his dad he’d most likely end up in jail - after
putting Senior asshat in the hospital. Not that I have any issue with him
landing in the hospital. But Scott getting arrested – we can’t let that
happen.”
Derek just continued to stare at him, letting long minutes pass by before he
responded.
Suddenly Stiles saw the truth; Sourwolf hated to concede that Stiles might be
right. He was bowled over by the insight.
“Fine. Distract him how?”
Stiles loudly clapped his hands together in victory before waving off Derek’s
irritation. “Well, you know as well as I do, he wants us to get together. If he
thinks we’re okay with that and you know… doing it. It’ll shock him,” then he
added, in a slightly singsong voice, “in the most delightful way.”
As soon as it came out of his mouth sourwolf’s eyes bugged, Stiles realized it
was a mistake and started to backtrack, doing his best to be serious. “Right,
forget that. Point is it’ll keep him from thinking about his dad. We just need
a day. By the time Scott remembers, McCall senior will be out of town.”
“Senior might be out of town by then, but I’ll still be here and Scott will
have my hide once he figures out that we deceived him.”
Grinning, Stiles was unable to stop the reeling excitement bubbling to the
fore. The simple fact that Derek Hale had conceded that he was right, wrought
delicious vindication for all the times Derek wouldn’t listen or consider his
advice. Then his mind immediately went to a fantasy that he’d replayed over and
over; and right now, he was at the threshold of making that fantasy a reality,
which made him downright giddy.
However, the steady glare Derek threw his way reminded him to tread carefully.
Licking his lips, he tried to focus. “Come on, it’s for Scott’s own good and
you know it. Besides, you were an alpha, you can’t tell me you’re afraid of our
little Scotty.”
“Little Scotty as you call him, isn’t so little! He’s my alpha.” Then Derek
stressed the point further, “He’s your alpha.”
Stiles shrugged, annoyed Derek was trying to ruin his feel-good vibe. “So what
as long as Scott finds out after Senior leaves town? You’re telling me you’re
afraid of a reprimand? What’s the worse our big bad alpha can do? Give us a
little spanking? Come on, you got to remember Scott loves us, he’d never really
hurt us deliberately. Or are you telling me you can’t handle a little
spanking?”
Derek tsked, “If it was only a little spanking, no, but do you seriously
believe Scott would somehow let this slide – for either one of us?”
Stiles didn’t want to hear it, because in his mind the end justified the means.
However he knew Scott would be pissed. He’d react, and take his hurt and pain
out on them. It wouldn’t last, he knew that too, but Scott’s initial reaction –
yeah that was going to go south.
When he didn’t deny the truth, Derek smirked. “Think about it, Stiles,
reprimanded in front of the entire pack - bent over his knee, ass in the air…”
He was shocked over the image filling his mind: the entire pack? He hadn’t
thought of that. Stiles gulped, staring wide-eyed at the beta. Then he saw a
twinkle of excitement within Derek’s gaze. Whatever reaction the wolf had
wanted to provoke: fear, shame, embarrassment; all of it fell apart miserably
under the spark he recognized in Derek’s eyes, lust. It was a look he had seen
before, only he had seen it reserved and directed at their alpha, Scott, not
himself.
Squaring his shoulders, Stiles confidently stepped into Derek’s personal space
and licked his lips, ready to turn the tables. Unable to hold back the words or
the charged emotions behind them, Stiles asked, “Is that something you’ve been
thinking about- my ass?”
He watched as Derek’s eyes dilated. Then Derek surprised him by accepting his
challenge and anted up by declaring, “Your red ass? Yes.”
Stiles’ breath hitched before he choked out. “So, Scott does the same thing to
you, then?”
It was obvious by the sudden look of confusion etched on Derek’s face that he
had lost Stiles’ train of thought. Stiles gnawed on his bottom lip to keep from
grinning. He knew Scott, if he’d been on receiving end of Scott’s pillow talk,
revving Stiles up with images and stories of his sexual encounters and prowess
with Derek for the last two months, then he’s willing to bet his alpha was
having similar bedroom banter with Derek, in regards to him.
Stiles scanned Derek’s face. He knew from experience with Scott, that Derek
would smell his arousal. Knew the wolf would know he was hard. Nearly
breathless, he rattled off, “Just a 411, Scott never had to do a hard sell on
how hot you are.” He laughed. “We both agree, you’re sex on a stick. Not that
it mattered; Scott still enjoyed driving the point home while he…” The image
sprung forth stealing his breath. With Derek this close, staring at him,
Stiles’ dick did a thirty to sixty. His dick was throbbing hard, straining in
his pants as he remembered the last time Scott talked about how hot Derek was.
In fact, the alpha had been comparing their asses, on whose muscles clenched
tighter on his knot – all the while Scott slowly breeched his hole, inch by
inch.
Derek closed the small gap between them, forcibly guiding Stiles backward until
his back hit the wall - hard. Next thing Stiles knew, he found himself with
Derek’s body fully pressed against his. Then he gasped feeling the hard length
of Derek’s dick rub against his own.
Stiles shivered in anticipation as Derek’s voice dropped an octave, and
prompted, “He what?”
The want and desire Stiles felt ramped up even higher as Derek asked again;
“Tell me Stiles,” then Derek punctuated the point by rolling his hips. The
erotic sensation made Stiles entire body pulse in a need that had him seeing
stars.
Derek’s hot breath brushed up and down over Stiles’ face and neck. From
experience Stiles knew the wolf was scenting him. The action hijacked his
pounding heart. On autopilot, his hands anchored on Derek’s hips, effectively
holding him in place while he angled his dick to rub against Derek, letting the
beta know for certain that he wanted the wolf.
“Stiles.” The way Derek said his name vibrated against his skin. It sounded
more like a moan than a question. Still Stiles mumbled, “What?”
Suddenly there was space between them. Briefly Derek’s hand stroked up and down
the back of his neck, before he forcibly pulled away out of Stiles’ grasp.
Stiles bemoaned the loss of contact and tried to step back into Derek’s space.
Derek’s simple, “No.” got his attention.
He had been about to protest when Derek’s finger swept across his lips
silencing him. “We cross this line, there’s no going back.”
The corner of his mouth lifted and he nodded confidently, ready to resume
things.
“Not yet. This has to be more than just for Scott. I don’t want to… I don’t…”
Derek faltered and took another step back, and then another; creating even more
space between them as he turned his back on Stiles.
This time Stiles was the one left wondering WTF? He needed to process and
decipher what the hell Derek was talking about – worse he had to do so through
a ramped up fog of sexual lust, basically force his little brain to stop from
taking over.
Both hands wound through his hair rubbing frantically until his fingers finally
laced together to add a forceful pressure in an effort to make himself think
straight.
“Wait minute! I don’t want any of this to stop unless you actually don’t want
me.” Stiles’ eyes went directly to Derek’s crotch. Derek’s dick was easily
visible, the hard outline he wanted to see in the flesh.
“Stiles, sex is easy, but what I have with Scott now, is more than that.
Before, all my choices were....”
At Derek’s silence he almost blurted out, ‘Foolish, stupid, bad-shit crazy’
because in his opinion they all were.
Stiles watched amazed as Derek emoted. “I don’t want to fuck things up with
Scott.”
“So you just don’t want me then?”
“That’s not what I said.”
“Well I think you need to clarify then. I don’t want to fuck anything up with
Scott either. He loves you, he loves me – he would love us to be together.
Although, right now it’s to save Scott, I always thought there was going to
eventually be an us.”
“You really want that, an us?”
“Yeah, a you and me, me and Scott, you and Scott and then hopefully it’ll be a:
you/me and Scott together, the three of us.”
“Together? You really want it to be, the three of us?”
“Yeah, the whole thing, and when it’s time, to share one big ass bed. I mean, I
know right now this is to distract Scott, but I also think it’d be good to
start with just us, before jumping into the deep end with all three of us
together. And I know Scott’s not going to be upset – at least not for us being
together, it’s what he wants, and I do too.”
Under Derek’s long focused stare, Stiles was afraid to move. It was as if Derek
had super powers and using his will alone, was able to pry open Stiles’ mind
and heart, to read his very soul.
Abruptly, Derek’s nostrils flared. It was the only telltale sign Derek gave him
before he pounced. Lifting Stiles off the ground, lips locked on his as he
walked Stiles backward until Stiles’ back hit the wall again, this time with a
resounding thud. Using just the strength of his torso, Derek kept Stiles
anchored there, hanging mid-air, while his hands randomly roamed Stiles’ body.
The kiss was nothing more than a massive invasion. Tongue against tongue, a
duel that was started and lost, barely after it had begun. Derek’s tongue
prodded to the point of possessive dominance. It ignited all of Stiles’ buttons
to an all-consuming heat, a primal need.
Although Stiles happily submitted to the wolf’s dominance, he wasn’t passive.
Instead with each kiss and touch, he reciprocated just as passionately.
Stiles didn’t need an invite, as his hands busily undid Derek’s pants. There
was no finesse as Stiles pushed Derek’s jeans and boxers down pass his ass so
they’d puddle at his feet.
Impatient to feel Derek, his hands molded and explored the hard mass of Derek’s
muscles. Under his fingers, he felt a shiver of excitement, like a wave run,
through Derek’s body. Encouraged his hands roamed aimlessly.
With a mind of its own, one hand began a descent downward. Until he was able to
wrap a fist around Derek’s dick to feel the hard length pulse within his tight
grasp. He didn’t know what he wanted to do first: to taste, lick and swallow
the dick in his hand, or to feel it inside him, fucking him hard.
His dick jumped at each option and instantly offered another thought: to drive
his own dick inside of Derek, to find out for himself, what Scott always
boosted about – how good it felt to fuck the wolf.
In a heady euphoric daze of want, Stiles realized it didn’t matter, that they
had enough time to do everything at least once before his dad got home.
Noticing the rapid speed Derek pulled off Stiles’ clothes, he thought possibly
twice, if Derek’s haste to get things going was anything to go by.
At one point something ripped. Breathless, gasping for air, gratified the wolf
wanted him just as badly, Stiles panted out, “You’re paying for that.”
A guttural grunt resounded as Derek’s teeth pulled on his lips, silencing him,
while even as his hand gripped Stiles’ ass, fingers sliding down his crack
toward his hole.
Stiles wiggled just enough to hike his legs up, then firmly anchored them
around Derek’s waist. In the process he used the wall as leverage to protrude
his ass outward to make it easier for Derek to finger his hole.
He didn’t stop kissing and tasting the man, but Stiles slowed just enough to
demand a muffled, “Just fuck me already.”
In answer, Derek grinned, and pulled back, his eyes dancing in excitement, “Are
you always this demanding?” he asked, even as his finger easily slid into
Stiles’ slick hole.
He answered with a needy shout, “Yes!” He needed to feel Derek’s dick instead
of his finger.
The shocked look on Derek’s face as he, discovered Stiles had previously
prepped himself, almost had him bursting out in laughter. In a rush, words
spilled out of his mouth, “Go ahead, you can sue me for the calculated risk of
being prepared, but later! NOW, please, fuck me already!”
Stiles watched wide-eyed as Derek’s eyes suddenly flashed blue. Being this
close, seeing the wildness of his beast untamed, only elevated Stiles hunger
and need. He almost felt disappointment when instead, Derek slid in another
finger. Yet Derek didn’t linger and after a couple of thrusts he quickly pulled
out, leaving Stiles dazed. Seconds later, he felt the fat head of Derek’s cock
against his hole.
Stiles felt it push in, but once it passed his ring, swallowing the head, Derek
suddenly stopped there. He tried to push his body down, and engulf Derek’s
dick. However, Derek easily held him in place, and started to leisurely lick
his neck.
Stiles trembled, straining to impale himself on Derek’s dick.
Derek nibbled, pulling and gnawing on his skin in between licks.
Panting, Stiles started to short circuit, his body on fire, consumed by a tidal
wave of need. He was unable to restrain the guttural sounds as an intermittence
of needy whimpers and moans escaped his throat.
Derek’s only response was the steady pull of skin on his neck as Derek
continued to suck like a Hoover. Then it hit him, Derek was creating a hickey,
marking him, Stiles heart escalated. The erratic pace threatened to burst thru
his skin as he thought about what he’d say to Scott. Then again he didn’t have
to say anything; Scott would see and smell the truth on him. It wasn’t that he
feared Scott would be upset or angry with him, because he wouldn’t. However,
Scott was competitive – seeing the mark, smelling Derek on him, Scott was going
to lose his mind and fuck him crazy… and Stiles definitely wanted to be on the
receiving end of that crazy. Then when he left Scott, he’d go back to Derek and
watch firsthand, as the wolf went possessive crazy and tried to one up his
alpha. Stiles moaned at all of the images filtering in - he wanted it all, both
of them and eventually to be sandwiched between them.
Overcome with excitement, Stiles didn’t know whether or not it was seconds or
minutes that had passed, it didn’t matter, he was going crazy with want. He
just couldn’t take it anymore and started to beg. “Come on Derek, please…
please….”
All Stiles knew was he wanted everything Derek had to offer – wanted to feel
the wolf’s thick dick inside him, to take and fuck his ass hard.
He wasn’t sure how long he begged, but suddenly Derek growled. The wolf bodily
lifted Stiles up until his legs were draped over Derek’s arms, simultaneously
spearing his body, filling him.
Derek paused for a brief second as he bottomed out, hitting that bundle of
nerves before he started to piston in and out, igniting fireworks with every
thrust.
Stiles tried to move, but Derek’s hold on him offered him no leverage. He could
do nothing, but accept and receive the building pleasure Derek was creating. He
babbled incoherently. His body shuddering as one spark after another was
ignited. His nerve-ends were on fire, building to a roaring inferno.
Derek pushed his legs up, until his knees swung over Derek’s shoulders. It
afforded Derek more control and a better angle as he filled Stiles’ ass.
It was all Stiles needed, as he reached the crescendo, and stepped off the edge
into an abyss and came. His body trembled as long spurts of come were smeared
between their stomachs.
In a euphoric daze, Stiles watched the wolf’s cute nostrils flare out as he
caught a whiff of Stiles come. He had thought the intensity of Derek’s eyes
flashing before were beautiful, but seeing them now…. Scott was right, the
shade was indescribable.
Abruptly Derek roared out, his thrusts even more erratic, hitting hard and
fast, pushing Stiles euphoria back into the sizzling fire and igniting another
storm. Stiles voice rose out over the storm as guttural moans escaped and
rambling words of fuck, yes spilled out of his mouth until the bottom fell out
and all he felt was silence.
Stiles felt one last hard thrust before Derek stilled with only small
pulsations.
Against his neck he heard Derek’s muffled cry as the wolf came, filling his
hole.
Feeling happy and satisfied, Stiles could only smile. It didn’t even faze him
when Derek suddenly moved. Without separating, Derek carried him to the bed
carefully, as if he was more fragile than glass. Once Derek laid him down on
the bed, he gently eased out of Stiles’ hole. Climbing up on the bed, Derek
stretched his body out, lying down beside him on his side. Derek propped his
head up so their eyes could lock. With his other hand, Derek started to lazily
rub the come that was splattered there into his skin. Then he leaned over to
gently lick Stiles lips open, and hovered there. Softly, in almost a whisper,
Derek ordered, “Rest.”
There was no argument from him, only sated bliss as he breathed in Derek’s
scent and his breath. They were nearly nose to nose, but Stiles couldn’t stop
starting at the man. He marveled on how open, innocent, and surprisingly
younger Derek suddenly looked. He didn’t need to confer with Scott with what
his gut was already telling him, what he was seeing, this was a side of Derek
very few had ever seen or experienced before.
Feeling nothing but warm fuzzies all the way from the pit of his stomach down
to his toes, Stiles smiled.
By the spark he saw in Derek’s eyes, he could only guess that he was sporting
one of his goofy, ‘I don’t give a shit’ smiles, but it was true; right now at
this moment he didn’t give a shit about anything else but resting – for round
two.
Fin~
End Notes
     Hmm, okay, well I'm not going to debate on tags – nor will I change
     the tags I've listed - IMO I feel they are appropriate. Although this
     fic only has Derek and Stiles throughout and only Derek and Stiles
     are intimate, IMO it's not 100% Sterek at the same time without Scott
     actually there it's not really a threesome either - why I listed the
     tags as I did in the first place. If when you read ALL the tags as
     you should - if it’s not your cuppa then simply scroll on pass and
     don't read - no harm, no foul, no worries!
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