Fic: A Road That's Built To Last, Derek/Stiles, NC-17 (7/7)
Title: A Road That's Built To Last (7/7)
Pairing: Derek/Stiles
Rating: NC-17
Additional tags: sharing a bed, road trips, if-your-fandom-was-in-Canada, language, hitchhiking AU, first time, first kiss, Derek is still a werewolf, Vancouver, past canon character death, vague references to Derek's sexual history (i.e. past dubcon), safer sex, unrepentant romance, Supernatural references, bottom!Derek, top!Stiles, explicit sexual content, wolfing out a bit during sex, brief mention of prostitution.
A/N: This started out as a prompt here, and then grew madly and wonderfully out of control, until it became a full-fledged 23,000 word road trip AU, in which Stiles and still-a-werewolf-hitchhiker!Derek gradually fall in love while traveling across Canada together. Also, title comes from Gordon Lightfoot. ♥
Summary: Stiles is driving the Trans-Canada highway, all the way from Toronto to Vancouver. He's always been told that it's a bad idea to pick up hitchhikers, but, somehow, he's still got someone riding shotgun with him, and he's starting to think it might be one of the best decisions he's made in a long time.
- - -
When Stiles wakes up again, it’s to the sound of voices in the hall; but everything is warm and comfortable, and he’s smiling before he even opens his eyes. Lying next to him, looking more relaxed than Stiles has probably ever seen him, Derek is still asleep; and Stiles takes a moment to just watch him before he stretches and snuggles in a bit closer. Doesn’t want to wake him - not when he looks so peaceful, for once - but he rests his head, at least, close to Derek’s shoulder, and settles one hand on Derek’s bare chest, his eyes sliding shut again as he lets the lingering exhaustion pull him back down.
- - -
When Stiles wakes up again, it’s because there are arms wrapped tight around him, and he’s been tugged in against Derek’s chest, with Derek breathing slow and warm against his neck. He takes a moment to breathe through the wave of heat - the way he flushes so hot it’s painful, a flash of arousal burning low in his gut - before he takes a steadying breath and curls his fingers around Derek’s arms, unable to stop a stupid little smile when Derek tugs him in even closer, somehow.
“Sleep okay?”
And, oh, jesus. It’s a low rumble against Stiles’ ear, and it vibrates clean down through his chest, and he has to work to find the right words - and to put them in the correct order - before he trusts himself to speak. Opens his mouth - just as Derek presses a stubble-scratchy kiss against his neck, and Stiles’ knees go week, notwithstanding the fact that he’s already horizontal. Can’t stop himself from tilting his head to give Derek a bit more room to work with; and by the time he’s done squirming against the blankets and trying to remember just how to breathe, he can feel the way Derek’s smiling against his neck, and Stiles’ can’t do anything but hold on tight to Derek and grin like an idiot in return, everything inside him hurting in a way that feels nothing but good.
- - -
One Month Later
“Dude. You weren’t kidding.”
“Oh?”
“He’s smoking hot.”
“Scott -”
“Like - I’m straight, and he’s hot. Wow. You really scored, didn’t you?”
“You do realize he can hear you, right?”
Scott - the bastard - only looks slightly embarrassed by this; and Stiles is grinning too hard to care, anyway. Across the parking lot, Derek’s loading groceries into Stiles’ jeep, while Scott and Stiles return the cart - and Stiles would bet money that Derek’s cheeks are probably burning. In the month they’ve been here - Derek job searching while living with his sister, and Stiles living with his father, and Stiles and Derek spending every bit of their free time either in Derek’s bed, or out exploring the city together - Stiles has realized time and again that Derek isn’t exactly comfortable with any kind of compliment. It’s something that Stiles is planning to work on, given enough time - and given the fact that Derek has taken to looking at him like he hung the moon whenever he thinks Stiles isn’t looking, he’s pretty hopeful that they’re going to have a long, long time together.
“And he really fought off a bear, all on his own?”
“Claws and fangs and everything, man. I owe him -”
“Your life. I’ll well aware. If he ever needs a favour - if there’s ever anything I can help him with - you just let me know. Cause I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
And - oh, god, Scott. He’s staring at him and looking all sad and puppy-eyed now, and Stiles has to swallow, hard. Has a moment of gratitude that Scott is in his life, and that he was able to come visit - that he’s thinking of moving out to Vancouver, even - and then he pulls him in for a hug; because if there’s one thing Stiles isn’t, it’s afraid of being a sap, and he’s pretty sure that Scott’s earned a hug with that line.
“Right back at ya, buddy. Now, how about we take all that glorious food back to Cora’s and play video games all night?”
“Sounds perfect.”
Scott’s smiling by the time he pulls away again, and Stiles gives him a gentle bump on the shoulder before they turn their feet in the direction of Stiles’ jeep, where Derek is waiting for them.
- - -
Later that night, Scott is passed out on a cot on Cora’s living room floor, and Derek and Stiles are wrapped up together under the sheets in Derek’s room, with Stiles’ face pressed inelegantly into the side of Derek’s neck. He’s pretty sure he might be getting a little drool there - his mouth really is kind of at an awkward angle - but, judging by the way Derek’s holding him tight enough to nearly hurt, he really doesn’t give a damn, so Stiles decides to not worry about it. Simply holds on tight in return, until Derek - the absolute ridiculous wonderful sap - presses a kiss into his hair; and then Stiles has to pull away to look at him. The only light in the room is through the window, from a streetlight - but it’s enough to see that Derek’s looking a bit embarrassed, which serves to makes Stiles’ chest hurt, and to set free a flock of butterflies in his stomach. He’s beginning to realize just how much he would really like to see that expression for the rest of his life.
“I really care about you, you know.”
His voice isn’t quite steady; and, even in the dark, he can see the way Derek swallows, hard - but he doesn’t look away, not even for a second. Simply tightens his hold on Stiles, and stares up at him.
“I - you, too. If you hadn’t - that day, back in -”
“Yeah. Pretty sure that pulling over was the single best decision I’ve ever made.”
It’s completely honest, and he feels a little bit vulnerable for a second; but he’s pretty sure that Derek is actually full-on blushing, now, and that’s more than enough for Stiles. He can’t help but grin - takes in that beautifully embarrassed expression for another second - before he leans in to press their mouths together; and by the time he pulls away again, it’s Derek’s face that ends up buried in Stiles’ neck, this time; and Stiles barely catches the words that get mouthed against his skin.
“I think it was the single best decision you’ve ever made, too.”
It’s low and muffled but still audible, and it sounds like it takes a lot for Derek to say it; and Stiles swallows through the ache in his chest as he pulls Derek in even tighter, closing his eyes and pressing his face into Derek’s hair as he tries to breathe through the feeling of Derek smiling against his neck, his heart slamming against Stiles’ in a way that Stiles never wants to live without.
Pairing: Derek/Stiles
Rating: NC-17
Additional tags: sharing a bed, road trips, if-your-fandom-was-in-Canada, language, hitchhiking AU, first time, first kiss, Derek is still a werewolf, Vancouver, past canon character death, vague references to Derek's sexual history (i.e. past dubcon), safer sex, unrepentant romance, Supernatural references, bottom!Derek, top!Stiles, explicit sexual content, wolfing out a bit during sex, brief mention of prostitution.
A/N: This started out as a prompt here, and then grew madly and wonderfully out of control, until it became a full-fledged 23,000 word road trip AU, in which Stiles and still-a-werewolf-hitchhiker!Derek gradually fall in love while traveling across Canada together. Also, title comes from Gordon Lightfoot. ♥
Summary: Stiles is driving the Trans-Canada highway, all the way from Toronto to Vancouver. He's always been told that it's a bad idea to pick up hitchhikers, but, somehow, he's still got someone riding shotgun with him, and he's starting to think it might be one of the best decisions he's made in a long time.
- - -
When Stiles wakes up again, it’s to the sound of voices in the hall; but everything is warm and comfortable, and he’s smiling before he even opens his eyes. Lying next to him, looking more relaxed than Stiles has probably ever seen him, Derek is still asleep; and Stiles takes a moment to just watch him before he stretches and snuggles in a bit closer. Doesn’t want to wake him - not when he looks so peaceful, for once - but he rests his head, at least, close to Derek’s shoulder, and settles one hand on Derek’s bare chest, his eyes sliding shut again as he lets the lingering exhaustion pull him back down.
- - -
When Stiles wakes up again, it’s because there are arms wrapped tight around him, and he’s been tugged in against Derek’s chest, with Derek breathing slow and warm against his neck. He takes a moment to breathe through the wave of heat - the way he flushes so hot it’s painful, a flash of arousal burning low in his gut - before he takes a steadying breath and curls his fingers around Derek’s arms, unable to stop a stupid little smile when Derek tugs him in even closer, somehow.
“Sleep okay?”
And, oh, jesus. It’s a low rumble against Stiles’ ear, and it vibrates clean down through his chest, and he has to work to find the right words - and to put them in the correct order - before he trusts himself to speak. Opens his mouth - just as Derek presses a stubble-scratchy kiss against his neck, and Stiles’ knees go week, notwithstanding the fact that he’s already horizontal. Can’t stop himself from tilting his head to give Derek a bit more room to work with; and by the time he’s done squirming against the blankets and trying to remember just how to breathe, he can feel the way Derek’s smiling against his neck, and Stiles’ can’t do anything but hold on tight to Derek and grin like an idiot in return, everything inside him hurting in a way that feels nothing but good.
- - -
One Month Later
“Dude. You weren’t kidding.”
“Oh?”
“He’s smoking hot.”
“Scott -”
“Like - I’m straight, and he’s hot. Wow. You really scored, didn’t you?”
“You do realize he can hear you, right?”
Scott - the bastard - only looks slightly embarrassed by this; and Stiles is grinning too hard to care, anyway. Across the parking lot, Derek’s loading groceries into Stiles’ jeep, while Scott and Stiles return the cart - and Stiles would bet money that Derek’s cheeks are probably burning. In the month they’ve been here - Derek job searching while living with his sister, and Stiles living with his father, and Stiles and Derek spending every bit of their free time either in Derek’s bed, or out exploring the city together - Stiles has realized time and again that Derek isn’t exactly comfortable with any kind of compliment. It’s something that Stiles is planning to work on, given enough time - and given the fact that Derek has taken to looking at him like he hung the moon whenever he thinks Stiles isn’t looking, he’s pretty hopeful that they’re going to have a long, long time together.
“And he really fought off a bear, all on his own?”
“Claws and fangs and everything, man. I owe him -”
“Your life. I’ll well aware. If he ever needs a favour - if there’s ever anything I can help him with - you just let me know. Cause I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
And - oh, god, Scott. He’s staring at him and looking all sad and puppy-eyed now, and Stiles has to swallow, hard. Has a moment of gratitude that Scott is in his life, and that he was able to come visit - that he’s thinking of moving out to Vancouver, even - and then he pulls him in for a hug; because if there’s one thing Stiles isn’t, it’s afraid of being a sap, and he’s pretty sure that Scott’s earned a hug with that line.
“Right back at ya, buddy. Now, how about we take all that glorious food back to Cora’s and play video games all night?”
“Sounds perfect.”
Scott’s smiling by the time he pulls away again, and Stiles gives him a gentle bump on the shoulder before they turn their feet in the direction of Stiles’ jeep, where Derek is waiting for them.
- - -
Later that night, Scott is passed out on a cot on Cora’s living room floor, and Derek and Stiles are wrapped up together under the sheets in Derek’s room, with Stiles’ face pressed inelegantly into the side of Derek’s neck. He’s pretty sure he might be getting a little drool there - his mouth really is kind of at an awkward angle - but, judging by the way Derek’s holding him tight enough to nearly hurt, he really doesn’t give a damn, so Stiles decides to not worry about it. Simply holds on tight in return, until Derek - the absolute ridiculous wonderful sap - presses a kiss into his hair; and then Stiles has to pull away to look at him. The only light in the room is through the window, from a streetlight - but it’s enough to see that Derek’s looking a bit embarrassed, which serves to makes Stiles’ chest hurt, and to set free a flock of butterflies in his stomach. He’s beginning to realize just how much he would really like to see that expression for the rest of his life.
“I really care about you, you know.”
His voice isn’t quite steady; and, even in the dark, he can see the way Derek swallows, hard - but he doesn’t look away, not even for a second. Simply tightens his hold on Stiles, and stares up at him.
“I - you, too. If you hadn’t - that day, back in -”
“Yeah. Pretty sure that pulling over was the single best decision I’ve ever made.”
It’s completely honest, and he feels a little bit vulnerable for a second; but he’s pretty sure that Derek is actually full-on blushing, now, and that’s more than enough for Stiles. He can’t help but grin - takes in that beautifully embarrassed expression for another second - before he leans in to press their mouths together; and by the time he pulls away again, it’s Derek’s face that ends up buried in Stiles’ neck, this time; and Stiles barely catches the words that get mouthed against his skin.
“I think it was the single best decision you’ve ever made, too.”
It’s low and muffled but still audible, and it sounds like it takes a lot for Derek to say it; and Stiles swallows through the ache in his chest as he pulls Derek in even tighter, closing his eyes and pressing his face into Derek’s hair as he tries to breathe through the feeling of Derek smiling against his neck, his heart slamming against Stiles’ in a way that Stiles never wants to live without.