Human is Just a Word 33/?
A/N Since I get asked so often: Updates for "Human is Just a Word" every Saturday, for "Gambling Debts" every Wednesday.
Chapter 33
Stiles left the loft with a raging hard-on in his pants and a stupid grin firmly on his face. By the time he reached the school, at least one of those had died down to a concealable state. Before he left the jeep Stiles checked his face and neck in the mirror for beard burns but didn't find any. That would have been awkward. Half the school still thought that he was a werewolf and or Derek's bitch. They didn't need to know that one of that was about to come true. Not that he was Derek's bitch but he was Derek's mate and that meant that there was mating in the near future.
However, he had the suspicion that he would have to do some convincing before Derek would agree to more than that awesome kissing they had done this morning. And Stiles wanted more. A lot more.
Over the last few weeks Derek had fueled some really nice fantasies and Stiles couldn't wait to act out some of those for real. He bet the real deal was way better than any fantasy. Hell, the night they had shared had been way better than any fantasy and that had been under the worst circumstances ever. On their own terms with full consent and everything it could only be awesome.
But first he had to survive the day at school.
His first class was history with Mr. Miller and even if the man still refused to acknowledge his very existence, Stiles was pretty sure that he managed to deeply disturb the teacher with his maniac grin today.
"Are you high?" Sean asked in a low voice when he caught up with him in the hallway.
"Just very happy." Stiles answered. Tomorrow his face would ache from all the grinning but he couldn't help it. "Got some really good news this morning."
"You won the lottery?" He was only half joking.
"Something like that." Stiles tried to tune it down. The last thing he needed was that the whole school got to know about him and Derek being mates. He was still underage and Derek was his legal guardian, that had to raise some red flags.
Sean just gave him a questioning look.
"It's pack related." Which was true. And like expected it shut the other boy up rather quickly. It was written on Sean's face that he wanted to ask but werewolf stuff was still a topic he wasn't comfortable with and he usually just pretended it didn't exist. Which was totally fine with Stiles.
During lunch break Stiles was seriously tempted to lock himself in a stall in the restroom and call Derek. Just to hear his voice. And maybe to ask what he was wearing. He knew it was stupid and way too forward but it was tempting. And it made Stiles glad for his isolated table in the cafeteria. He just hoped that Sean didn't notice the semi-boner that went along with his dreamy smile. Sue him, he had a mate.
"Want to hang out after school?" Sean asked, apparently oblivious to the fact that Stiles wasn't mentally there right now.
"Not today." Stiles managed to focus on him long enough to process the question. "I've plans today." Plans that involved Derek's lips on his. To start with.
Stiles was pretty sure that he broke a few speed limits on his way home but he didn't care.
When he burst into the loft, he didn't know what he had expected. Derek greeting him at the door with a kiss? Derek draped naked over the couch? Okay, probably not that but a man could dream, right?
What he did not expect was Derek sitting on the couch, fully clothed, with a book and a cup of coffee. He barely looked up when Stiles stormed in.
"Hey there, mate." Stiles dropped his backpack somewhere on his way over to the couch and then flopped down next to Derek. Who rolled his eyes and closed the book.
"How was school?" He asked, putting the book away for good in favor to turn his attention fully on Stiles.
"Long." Stiles groaned. He wanted to wrap himself around Derek and just eat his face off but with the signals he was getting from him, he wasn't sure what he was allowed to do here. Stiles had said that he wanted everything but right now it looked like they were back to platonic friends. Which would be fine. No pressure here.
Stiles did, however, cuddle closer just to test the waters. After a second of hesitation, Derek lifted his arm and Stiles ducked under it. Resting his head on Derek's shoulder he enjoyed the feeling of Derek's arm draped over his neck.
"So." Stiles said after a long moment of silence. "Mates."
They didn't have time in the morning to actually talk about this. Stiles wasn't even sure what that term meant. That they were together, obviously, but he knew enough about werewolves to know that it was more than that.
"Mates." Derek confirmed, his hand tightening possessively around Stiles' shoulder.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Stiles angled his head to look at Derek's face. "Or do you want to go back to the kissing? That was awesome by the way and I really, really want more of that." From this angle Derek's lips looked even more kissable. Soft and curved into a smile that showed just a hint of bunny teeth. It was adorable.
Derek didn't answer and didn't close the gap between them to bring their lips together so Stiles figured they would have a talk. Once Derek had found his words.
Over the day Stiles had focused on the things he wanted to do with Derek and so far he had managed to blend out the memory of Lydia. Now, while he was waiting for Derek to start talking, she was back on his mind. He had been with his father when they had found Lydia after two days of running naked through the woods. And Stiles knew it had been because of something Jackson had down in the name of a mating bond. Stiles just hoped that Derek actually knew what he was doing here and wouldn't do something like that to him.
"Is there ..." Stiles cleared his throat. "You know, something we have to do to seal the bond?" He kept the words as vague as possible but something must have given away his worries because Derek stared at him in alarm and the hand on his shoulder tightened before Derek moved to get away from him.
Stiles grabbed his wrist before it slipped off his shoulder and held it firmly in place.
"What do you mean?" Derek asked but leaned into Stiles again.
"I don't know." Stiles shrugged. "Jackson, that douche from Peter's pack, he, I don't know, bit his mate to make the bond permanent and she ended up running naked through the woods, totally out of it." He kept his eyes fixed on Derek's chest. Which rose and fell in a steady rhythm, his pecs stretching his t-shirt with every breath he took. It was nice to look at.
"What the hell is going on in Beacon Hills?" Derek asked and hugged Stiles closer. His lips brushed over the crown of Stiles' head. "The bond forms by itself, there is nothing we have to do to seal it." The disgust was clear in his voice. "It's already there. What we have to decide is what we're going to do with it." He fell silent, lost in his thoughts. Stiles could guess what was on his mind.
"I can only talk for myself but I can't say often enough that I want you. All the way." Now Stiles looked up to lock eyes with Derek. "I'm ready to jump your bones right now but I'm fine with taking it slow, too. Whatever you want. You're stuck with me now."
The flash of relief on Derek's face made his chest ache but it was quickly replaced with a hesitant smile which was better.
Gently Stiles put his hand on the center of Derek's chest.
"I want you." He repeated and hoped that Derek could hear the truth in his heart-beat.
"I want you, too." Derek answered and Stiles liked to believe that he could feel the werewolf's steady heart under his palm.
"You should kiss me, then."
To his surprise Derek did just that. The kissed like this for a moment, Stiles lazily cuddled up to him with his head still mostly on his shoulder but Stiles was an energetic teenager and soft and lazy didn't do it for him. Feeling brave today, he boosted himself up to straddle Derek's legs.
Derek made a surprised noise but didn't stop with the kissing. His hands found Stiles' hips, urging him even closer. Stiles happily complied. Their crotches weren't quite touching but they were close enough to make his head swim.
Stiles was just blindly holding on to Derek, touching him wherever he could reach, while Derek's tongue slipped into his mouth. There was too much teeth and too much saliva on Stiles' part, he was sure of that, but Derek didn't seem to care. He sucked the needy noises right out of Stiles' mouth.
When Derek's hands dropped to his butt, kneading the muscles through the tight denim, Stiles couldn't help it and started bucking his hips.
"Shit, Derek." He buried his face in the crook of Derek's neck while Derek kissed and licked at that soft spot behind his ear.
"Please, Derek, please." He wasn't sure what he was asking for, and he would come in his pants any second now like the horny teenager he was, but right now he just wanted more of Derek. His mouth, his hands, everything. Anything.
"I got you." Derek whispered in his ear while Stiles' mouthed helplessly at his neck. Then Derek's hand slipped between them. He pressed the heel against Stiles' straining erection and Stiles immediately ground into it, seeking the much needed friction.
"I'm gonna, I'm gonna …" Digging his fingers into Derek's neck and shoulder he tried to hold on for just a few seconds longer.
His orgasm rushed through him in spastic waves and he was only distantly aware that he was biting down on the meat of Derek's neck while he rode out the waves of pleasure.
With the last aftershocks tingling through his groin Stiles sagged against Derek, counting on him to hold him which the werewolf did with strong arms around him. Stiles let out a happy sigh and snuggled closer.
They stayed like that for a while, Stiles a boneless puddle in Derek's arms, but then he couldn't ignore the cooling mess in his pants any longer. Stiles shifted uncomfortably.
Then something occurred to him and he shot upright.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He tried to scoot back far enough to get his hand between them to return the favor but Derek held him firmly in place. "Some mate I am, leaving you hanging like this." He muttered, still trying to squirm his way to Derek's crotch.
"It's fine." Derek stopped his hand and brought their lips together for a tender kiss. "I'm good."
"But …" Stiles started but then he had a good look at Derek. His eyes were glossed over and he had a stupid grin on his face. "Did you come?"
Derek gave him a nod and then ducked his head to nuzzle on Stiles throat but Stiles had the suspicion that is was more out of embarrassment than anything else.
Thinking about the last few minutes Stiles put his mouth back to the spot were the imprints of his teeth had already faded. He sucked, hard, and sure enough Derek let out a low whimper.
"I have to remember this spot." Stiles mumbled into the skin and gave it some quick licks. The claiming, he remembered, this had been where Derek had bitten him to claim him. Stiles knew that the throat in general and this spot in particular was special to werewolves but it looked like getting bitten there really did it for Derek. Good to know.
Chapter 34
Masterpost