No Expectations - Part 5.
Title: No Expectations
Warnings: Underage, smut, blow job
Rating: NC17
Summary Stiles confronts Derek about always leaving straight after sex. Well at least he tries to.
Notes: No Beta, so mistakes are mine. Also this chapter is a bit shorter than the previous ones, but I know where the story is going for at least the next few chapters anyway, so ending it on this note was better.
Part 1| Part 2| Part 3| Part 4|
Over the course of the next week and a half Stiles and Derek had gotten into a sort of set routine. The nights the Sheriff was working late, Derek would come through the unlocked window, get himself and Stiles undressed quickly and get down to business. However the routine was set right down to the fact that Derek always left right after sex. At first Stiles was A-Okay with this situation but soon figured that Derek actually spending a little time together after sex was acceptable without being seen as romantic right?
He was about to say as much one night when Derek came through his window, undressing quickly down to his boxers.
“Whoa, slow down there!” Stiles exclaimed voice muffled as Derek pulled the teen’s shirt over his head “While I’m totally ready to do all this” Stiles gestured to Derek’s body “I was uh thinking about the fact that you know you tend to… Bolt outta here pretty quickly afterwards, as in straight away…”
“So?” Derek asked moving in closer to Stiles starting to run his mouth over Stiles’ neck and shoulders. Derek knew where this conversation was going, and he really didn’t want to have it right now, or ever. He needed to distract Stiles, and quickly.
“My point is that we should you know… Oooh” Stiles voice hitched as Derek ran his mouth down Stiles chest, taking one nipple into his mouth, mouthing and licking over it until it became hard, before moving to the next one.
“I… was saying we should rec… Holy shit!” Stiles gaped looking down at Derek, whose face was now level with Stiles fully hard cock, mouthing it through his boxers.
“What are you doing?!” Stiles squeaked out, like he was actually some sort of mouse.
“What does it look like I’m doing Stiles?” Derek huffed out pulling Stiles’ boxers down to expose his fully hardened cock.
“We’ve just never done it this way be… ha! Ah wow.” Stiles gasped out nearly ready to collapse as he felt Derek’s mouth take in the tip of his cock tonguing the slit and licking up the pre come.
Thankfully Derek had a firm grip on Stiles’ waist holding the younger man up as he continued sucking on the head of Stiles’ cock before removing his mouth and running a strip up the underside of Stiles’ cock.
Above him Stiles was an incoherent mess of words, from fuuck to ahh yes, other than that incapable of forming a proper sentence. Good Derek thought that’s exactly what he needed, to distract Stiles from bringing up his tendency to leave straight after.
Derek repositioned his mouth to the head of Stiles’ cock, as his hand worked Stiles’ up and down pumping with a firm grip before he started to place the head back into his mouth, slowly feeding more into his mouth as he went.
Stiles definitely agreed with what was going on, seemingly forgetting about his previous concern as he moaned at having Derek on his knees in front of him, biting his lip to try and stay quiet. Even though he really didn’t need to considering they were home alone. He settled his hands in Derek’s hair, gripping firmly but making no effort to move Derek any faster.
Derek continued taking in Stiles’ cock until he had all of it in his mouth and down his throat, feeling Stiles’ course hair on his face before he started pulling back and continuing the motion, slowly causing Stiles’ to squirm above him.
Stiles’ gave an experimental tug of Derek’s hair seeing if he could guide him, make him go faster but all he got instead was a growl from below and feeling the press of Derek’s fingers on his hip becoming more prominent, as if to say no.
Right. Stiles thought. This is still Derek’s show. Even if he is on his knees with his mouth full of cock.
Though Derek didn’t let Stiles guide his head, he took the hint and started moving his mouth faster taking Stiles all the way in, hollowing his mouth out before pulling back and repeating the action much faster.
He removed his mouth from Stiles which earned him a groan from the man above as the cold air hit is cock, to which of course Derek just smirked at. He quickly replaced his mouth with his hands as he started to jerk Stiles’ cock with both hands twisting in different directions, alternating the pressure from tightening, on the thin line of pain and pleasure, before loosening up.
Derek ducked his head under Stiles’ cock, still jerking him off at a much slower pace now, licking at Stiles’ balls before taking them into his mouth sucking gently.
“Hhhnn. Shit, yess” Stiles breathed out at feeling his balls in Derek’s mouth which just sent a tingling feeling right through him.
“Gonna come” Stiles whimpered.
Derek gave one final suck to Stiles’ balls before moving back to the head of his cock, taking it into his mouth as Stiles’ shot his load down Derek’s throat. He kept pumping Stiles’ cock making sure to get every lost drop, until the sensation became too much for Stiles who batted Derek’s hand away.
“Oh man dude. Definitely moving that to the top of the list” Stiles laughed out as he collapsed onto his bed, burying his head into his pillows.
Derek let out a little laugh before picking up his jeans; he knew he wasn’t going to get to fuck Stiles tonight. As much as the kid loved sex he’d still need a little time to recuperate and Derek didn’t feel like waiting around. A few hours run in the woods will clear his mind and make him forget about getting laid, sort of. Or you know, just jacking himself off once he got home.
“Don’t you think for a minute I forgot about what I mentioned earlier. I just need a minute to get my brain to catch up” Stiles murmured into his pillows before turning his face to Derek who was now fully clothed save for his jacket.
“Is staying for like oh I don’t know 10 minutes gonna kill you or something? I’m not asking that we lay here confessing all our deepest darkest secrets. Because quite frankly if you told me, I’d probably be too emotionally scarred to ever have sex with you again. But you know not treating me like I’m a two cent hooker would be nice, because I’m so worth more than that, at least $100, or whatever the going rate is these days” Stiles rambled on apparently having lost track of the point he was trying to make.
“We agreed to this Stiles.”
“No. We agreed to this friends with benefits thing. I don’t know if we can actually consider ourselves friends, maybe acquaintances with a mutual tendency to save each other while in peril? Either way that still implies that we get along to an extent, which means your running out of here every time is kind of a shitty deal.”
Derek just stood there hesitating between leaving through the window or actually staying. On one hand he could just leave like he normally does and risk Stiles calling off this whole thing, but then again he didn’t really think Stiles was going to give up on the sex. On the other hand, he could stay for a little while, appease Stiles and then just leave soon after.
Stiles having caught onto Derek’s hesitation rolled over so he was on one side of the bed back to Derek, before patting the available side.
Derek swore under his breath before taking off his jeans and getting into the bed to lie beside Stiles. He lay on his back with his hands over his abdomen so as not to touch Stiles, and try to distance himself as far away from the teen as possible, as if he were contaminated with the plague or something.
“Thanks” Stiles whispered as he drifted off into sleep, though Derek wasn’t actually touching him he could feel the heat radiating off of him, like a personal furnace. Stiles didn’t need any cuddles after sex; just knowing that Derek was beside him as he lulled in and out of sleep was good enough.
The minute after Derek had sensed that Stiles had fallen into a deep sleep, he quietly and slowly got up from Stiles’ bed, put back on his jeans and jacket before heading out the window.
Well, at least he waited until Stiles had fallen asleep, and at least that would keep Stiles happy. For now.
TBC.
Part 6|
Warnings: Underage, smut, blow job
Rating: NC17
Summary Stiles confronts Derek about always leaving straight after sex. Well at least he tries to.
Notes: No Beta, so mistakes are mine. Also this chapter is a bit shorter than the previous ones, but I know where the story is going for at least the next few chapters anyway, so ending it on this note was better.
Part 1| Part 2| Part 3| Part 4|
Over the course of the next week and a half Stiles and Derek had gotten into a sort of set routine. The nights the Sheriff was working late, Derek would come through the unlocked window, get himself and Stiles undressed quickly and get down to business. However the routine was set right down to the fact that Derek always left right after sex. At first Stiles was A-Okay with this situation but soon figured that Derek actually spending a little time together after sex was acceptable without being seen as romantic right?
He was about to say as much one night when Derek came through his window, undressing quickly down to his boxers.
“Whoa, slow down there!” Stiles exclaimed voice muffled as Derek pulled the teen’s shirt over his head “While I’m totally ready to do all this” Stiles gestured to Derek’s body “I was uh thinking about the fact that you know you tend to… Bolt outta here pretty quickly afterwards, as in straight away…”
“So?” Derek asked moving in closer to Stiles starting to run his mouth over Stiles’ neck and shoulders. Derek knew where this conversation was going, and he really didn’t want to have it right now, or ever. He needed to distract Stiles, and quickly.
“My point is that we should you know… Oooh” Stiles voice hitched as Derek ran his mouth down Stiles chest, taking one nipple into his mouth, mouthing and licking over it until it became hard, before moving to the next one.
“I… was saying we should rec… Holy shit!” Stiles gaped looking down at Derek, whose face was now level with Stiles fully hard cock, mouthing it through his boxers.
“What are you doing?!” Stiles squeaked out, like he was actually some sort of mouse.
“What does it look like I’m doing Stiles?” Derek huffed out pulling Stiles’ boxers down to expose his fully hardened cock.
“We’ve just never done it this way be… ha! Ah wow.” Stiles gasped out nearly ready to collapse as he felt Derek’s mouth take in the tip of his cock tonguing the slit and licking up the pre come.
Thankfully Derek had a firm grip on Stiles’ waist holding the younger man up as he continued sucking on the head of Stiles’ cock before removing his mouth and running a strip up the underside of Stiles’ cock.
Above him Stiles was an incoherent mess of words, from fuuck to ahh yes, other than that incapable of forming a proper sentence. Good Derek thought that’s exactly what he needed, to distract Stiles from bringing up his tendency to leave straight after.
Derek repositioned his mouth to the head of Stiles’ cock, as his hand worked Stiles’ up and down pumping with a firm grip before he started to place the head back into his mouth, slowly feeding more into his mouth as he went.
Stiles definitely agreed with what was going on, seemingly forgetting about his previous concern as he moaned at having Derek on his knees in front of him, biting his lip to try and stay quiet. Even though he really didn’t need to considering they were home alone. He settled his hands in Derek’s hair, gripping firmly but making no effort to move Derek any faster.
Derek continued taking in Stiles’ cock until he had all of it in his mouth and down his throat, feeling Stiles’ course hair on his face before he started pulling back and continuing the motion, slowly causing Stiles’ to squirm above him.
Stiles’ gave an experimental tug of Derek’s hair seeing if he could guide him, make him go faster but all he got instead was a growl from below and feeling the press of Derek’s fingers on his hip becoming more prominent, as if to say no.
Right. Stiles thought. This is still Derek’s show. Even if he is on his knees with his mouth full of cock.
Though Derek didn’t let Stiles guide his head, he took the hint and started moving his mouth faster taking Stiles all the way in, hollowing his mouth out before pulling back and repeating the action much faster.
He removed his mouth from Stiles which earned him a groan from the man above as the cold air hit is cock, to which of course Derek just smirked at. He quickly replaced his mouth with his hands as he started to jerk Stiles’ cock with both hands twisting in different directions, alternating the pressure from tightening, on the thin line of pain and pleasure, before loosening up.
Derek ducked his head under Stiles’ cock, still jerking him off at a much slower pace now, licking at Stiles’ balls before taking them into his mouth sucking gently.
“Hhhnn. Shit, yess” Stiles breathed out at feeling his balls in Derek’s mouth which just sent a tingling feeling right through him.
“Gonna come” Stiles whimpered.
Derek gave one final suck to Stiles’ balls before moving back to the head of his cock, taking it into his mouth as Stiles’ shot his load down Derek’s throat. He kept pumping Stiles’ cock making sure to get every lost drop, until the sensation became too much for Stiles who batted Derek’s hand away.
“Oh man dude. Definitely moving that to the top of the list” Stiles laughed out as he collapsed onto his bed, burying his head into his pillows.
Derek let out a little laugh before picking up his jeans; he knew he wasn’t going to get to fuck Stiles tonight. As much as the kid loved sex he’d still need a little time to recuperate and Derek didn’t feel like waiting around. A few hours run in the woods will clear his mind and make him forget about getting laid, sort of. Or you know, just jacking himself off once he got home.
“Don’t you think for a minute I forgot about what I mentioned earlier. I just need a minute to get my brain to catch up” Stiles murmured into his pillows before turning his face to Derek who was now fully clothed save for his jacket.
“Is staying for like oh I don’t know 10 minutes gonna kill you or something? I’m not asking that we lay here confessing all our deepest darkest secrets. Because quite frankly if you told me, I’d probably be too emotionally scarred to ever have sex with you again. But you know not treating me like I’m a two cent hooker would be nice, because I’m so worth more than that, at least $100, or whatever the going rate is these days” Stiles rambled on apparently having lost track of the point he was trying to make.
“We agreed to this Stiles.”
“No. We agreed to this friends with benefits thing. I don’t know if we can actually consider ourselves friends, maybe acquaintances with a mutual tendency to save each other while in peril? Either way that still implies that we get along to an extent, which means your running out of here every time is kind of a shitty deal.”
Derek just stood there hesitating between leaving through the window or actually staying. On one hand he could just leave like he normally does and risk Stiles calling off this whole thing, but then again he didn’t really think Stiles was going to give up on the sex. On the other hand, he could stay for a little while, appease Stiles and then just leave soon after.
Stiles having caught onto Derek’s hesitation rolled over so he was on one side of the bed back to Derek, before patting the available side.
Derek swore under his breath before taking off his jeans and getting into the bed to lie beside Stiles. He lay on his back with his hands over his abdomen so as not to touch Stiles, and try to distance himself as far away from the teen as possible, as if he were contaminated with the plague or something.
“Thanks” Stiles whispered as he drifted off into sleep, though Derek wasn’t actually touching him he could feel the heat radiating off of him, like a personal furnace. Stiles didn’t need any cuddles after sex; just knowing that Derek was beside him as he lulled in and out of sleep was good enough.
The minute after Derek had sensed that Stiles had fallen into a deep sleep, he quietly and slowly got up from Stiles’ bed, put back on his jeans and jacket before heading out the window.
Well, at least he waited until Stiles had fallen asleep, and at least that would keep Stiles happy. For now.
TBC.
Part 6|