Human is Just a Word 6/?
Chapter 6
"Let me take care of you." Stiles said and Derek wanted to laugh at that. This kid wanted to take care of him? Derek was about to rape him and ruin his whole life and he wanted to take care of him? This was ridiculous.
"It's ..." He didn't know what he wanted to say. That it was okay? That he just needed a minute? How pathetic was it that he couldn't even get it up? That the boy had to offer to help him out? It was like loading the gun for your own execution. Except that this was worse.
Derek licked his lips, the taste of the boy still on them.
"Just relax." Stiles said, his warm hands wandering up and down his arms. It felt nice. "Let me help you." With that the hands left the safe area of his arms and shoulders and sneaked to his sides. Stiles spread his fingers, raking along the ribs. His thumbs brushed over his nipples and Derek sucked in a surprised breath.
He shouldn't enjoy this. It shouldn't feel good. Stiles was seventeen. He had his life ahead and shouldn't throw it away like this.
They had no choice, Derek knew that, but the lesser of two evils was still evil.
"Stop thinking too much." Stiles said, thumbs circling around his hardening nipples, and then he leaned in for another kiss. Derek closed his eyes and let Stiles kiss him.
"Lay down." Gently Stiles guided him down until he lay stretched out, his stupidly soft cock resting against his leg.
Stiles kissed him again and then mouthed his way along Derek's jawline and down his throat. Derek fought the urge to throw him off but he restrained himself, Stiles wasn't a werewolf, he didn't know.
"Sorry." Stiles came up to look him in the eye. "No kissing on the throat, got that." He gave him a grin and then dove back down, skipping his throat and latching on to his right nipple instead. It was sloppy and uncoordinated and so good. Derek didn't want it to feel good but his body reacted to the treatment.
"I have to warn you." Stiles said between little kisses down his sternum. "I've never blown a guy before." He was at his navel now and he didn't show any sign that he intended to stop before he had reached Derek's groin.
"You don't have to." Derek said but let him do whatever he wanted. By now his cock was half hard and it grew harder under Stiles' kisses. Then Stiles ran the flat of his tongue along the underside from base to top and Derek couldn't help but let out a moan.
He could feel Stiles grin when he closed his lips around the head.
Stiles was smart enough to not try to take him deep, he focused on the head instead, sucking at it and swirling his tongue around it. What he lacked in finesse he compensated with enthusiasm. Judging by the noises he made, Stiles had found his favorite lollipop.
Derek rolled his eyes at that, not that Stiles could see, but then Stiles did something with his tongue and Derek's eyes did a different kind of rolling.
"There you go." Stiles said with a satisfied smile. His lips were shiny and swollen and Derek just wanted to kiss them. But he didn't. This wasn't about his pleasure.
"Can I ride you?" Stiles asked and was already straddling his hips. He barely waited for Derek's nod before he reached behind himself and then slowly sank down on Derek's shaft. He hadn't been lying when he'd said that he'd been experimenting, Derek noticed. Nobody took a cock like this the first time around. Which made the situation a little better. At least Stiles knew what he could take.
When he was fully seated Stiles just sat there, hands braced on Derek's chest, and waited for his body to adjust to the intrusion.
"You're a big guy." Stiles commented. He experimentally rolled his hips before he lifted himself up and pushed down on Derek's cock again. He angled himself differently, now bracing himself on Derek's thighs, and then he rode Derek in earnest.
Stiles was hard again but he didn't seem to care about his own cock. With his eyes closed and his head tilted back he moved up and down Derek's length, his body hot and tight around him.
At first Derek just lay there, watching him, but then he couldn't keep his hands to himself any longer. He needed to touch Stiles, needed to feel his rapid heartbeat under his fingers. He needed to taste the salt on his skin. Derek sat up, embracing Stiles with both arms, and buried his face in the curve of his neck.
Stiles didn't break his stride when he shifted again to bring his arms around Derek. Mumbling into the skin of Derek's shoulder Stiles' movement only became more urgent.
It didn't take long before Derek felt his swelling knot catching on the rim of Stiles' hole.
"If you've changed your mind." Derek grit his teeth, trying to hold back. With Stiles' scent in his nose it was a lost cause. "Tell me now."
"Knot me." Stiles slammed down more firmly, the tightness of his inner muscles a sweet torture on Derek's almost full knot. "Do it. Knot me. Claim me."
Derek wasn't sure if Stiles even knew that he was talking.
Seconds later they were firmly locked together, reduced to shallow thrusts and grinding.
Stiles whimpered in his arms at the sensation but the only thing Derek could do was to kiss and caress him through it.
"It's okay, I got you." Derek stroke his back while his hips moved on their own. Every thrust coaxed little whimpers out of Stiles and Derek whispered apologies into his sweaty skin.
Suddenly Stiles clenched around him, coming untouched from the pressure of the knot on his prostate alone, and he took Derek right with him over the edge.
Derek came in spurts deep inside Stiles. His wolf was close to the surface now and riding the waves of his orgasm, Derek let his instincts take over.
The wolf wanted to claim, to own. And Stiles was right there.
Derek bit down hard on Stiles' neck.
When he came to they were still locked together and he had an unconscious teenager in his arms. His injuries and the exhaustion had taken their toll on Stiles and he was out cold.
Derek eased them down until they were lying on their sides before he draped the blanket over them. When his knot finally came down, he carefully slipped out of Stiles and then went to get a washcloth to clean them both up.
After that Derek got dressed and set down on the couch where he spent the rest of the night. He wasn't sleeping and he wasn't taking his eyes off the newest member of his pack either.
He felt the bond, new and still forming but already strong.
Derek woke Stiles early because he doubted that the teenager wanted to face Peter in nothing but a blanket.
"Wha...?" Stiles made when Derek shook his shoulder. The boy blinked at him in confusion.
"Time to get up." Derek told him when he was sure that Stiles had figured out where he was. And what had happened the night before.
"Oh, shit." Stiles bolted upright but winced at that movement. Derek wanted to take away the pain but he wasn't sure if his touch was welcomed. It had been last night but that had been under different circumstances.
Stiles sat there for a moment, elbows resting on his knees and his head hanging between his shoulders, and Derek gave him time to figure things out.
Derek felt the swirling emotions of the new bond but he was used to it. As a werewolf he was wired for bonds, they came natural to him. It was different for humans, he knew that. He couldn't even imagine how it felt for Stiles.
Since Stiles' clothes were dirty, and smelled of other werewolves but Derek didn't tell him that, he gave him some of his.
"We can pick up your things before we leave." Derek said. He wasn't sure if Stiles had really comprehended that he needed to leave Beacon Hills now but the teenager just nodded and put on Derek's clothes. His scent mixed with Derek's and to his wolf it smelled right. Like pack. Like family.
Just when they were about to leave somebody knocked at the door.
"Is that?" Stiles asked in a low voice. Derek gave him a nod and motioned for him to stay back.
Then he opened the door.
Whatever greeting Peter had on his lips died the second he took a breath.
"That's unexpected." He said and brushed past Derek who closed the door and then stepped over to Stiles. As Stiles' alpha he was the one Peter had to address first.
"I didn't think you had it in you, nephew." Peter finally said with something like pride in his voice. It made Derek sick in the stomach. He crossed his arms over his chest and gave Peter a cold stare.
"To be honest, I thought you'd try to play the hero and rescue him." Peter stepped closer to have a look at Stiles who didn't back off and countered with a glare.
"What do you want?" Derek asked, drawing Peter's attention back to himself.
"Since you're leaving I wanted to take care of this little human here but I see that you've already done that." The smile Peter gave him made him want to wipe it off his face.
Derek turned to grab his bag and then he ushered Stiles towards the door. At least the boy had the sense to keep his mouth shut for once.
"I suggest you leave my territory as quickly as possible." Peter called after them. "Your welcome is running out."
Derek had his hand between Stiles shoulder blades and he felt the boy trembling under his palm.
"We'll leave as soon as we're ready." Derek informed his uncle. "Stiles has to pick up some things and we have to inform his father." At that Stiles blinked at him as if he hadn't expected that he would be able to see his father before they left Beacon Hills.
"I hope you thought this through, Derek." Peter said. "You don't know who you're letting into your den."
Derek didn't bother to answer and just closed the door behind him.
The clerk behind the desk eyed Stiles with open curiosity but didn't say a word while he checked Derek out.
"We're going to be the talk of the town before noon." Stiles promised darkly on their way to Derek's car.
"Probably." Derek even managed a smile to that. "We should see your dad before he hears the rumors."
"Yeah, before he shoots your wolfy ass with wolfsbane bullets." Stiles threatened with a glint in his eye. It was good to hear him joking again. He was still walking stiffly but Derek couldn't tell if that was because of what Peter's betas had done to him or because of what Derek had done to him. Either way, he was in pain and Derek was itching to help him but instead he clenched his fists.
"Does everybody in this town know this much about werewolves?" Derek muttered and got in the car.
"Not everybody." Stiles eased himself into the passenger seat. "But he's the sheriff, so he needs to know. It's kind of his job to know about werewolves."
"The sheriff." Derek repeated numbly. "Your dad is the sheriff."
"Dude, I told you last night." Stiles pointed out and now Derek remembered that throwaway remark.
"There were more important things going on last night." Derek defended himself.
Great, now he was about to tell the sheriff that he had raped his son and would take him with him to live with his pack.
Derek wondered who he'd pissed off this time to deserve this.
"He's not that bad, he'll understand." Stiles promised. "He won't shoot you. Much."
Chapter 7
Masterpost