Human is Just a Word 15/?
Chapter 15
Stiles had lived with Derek for over a week and things had settled down. They had developed some kind of routine by now. Derek would let Stiles sleep in and sometimes he wasn't even there when Stiles came downstairs, but there was always coffee waiting for him and if Derek was out, there would also be a note telling him when to expect him back. It was kind of silly, Derek was a grown man, he didn't need to tell him where he went but Stiles did feel better if he knew when Derek would be back.
That uneasy feeling of too much distance between him and his alpha whenever they weren't in the same room had abated over the last few days and Stiles guessed that was because of the now solid bond he had with Derek and the rest of the pack. It was still a weird feeling if he thought too closely about it which he avoided most of the time.
Stiles did the cooking and they would meet over dinner but otherwise they both went on with their days like they usually would. In Stiles case it meant hanging out on the internet and exploring the neighborhood. He talked to his dad every day, mostly when he was out in the park without werewolves and their super hearing near by.
Twice he had spent the evening with Isaac, playing games on his PlayStation, and he still hadn't figured out if Isaac was neglecting his studies to bond with the new pack member or if Stiles was providing a much needed distraction from said studies. When he mentioned it to Derek, he just told him not to worry, Issac just wanted to get to know him.
So it didn't come as a surprise when Erica took him shopping.
"You can't wear the same three shirts over and over again." She told him. "No matter what Derek does."
They got a few things for him but then Erica spotted a suit for herself and then Stiles spent the next two hours helping Erica finding a suit for work that came off as professional but sexy and that would hide the holster she had to wear under the jacket.
"Not that I need a gun." She flashed her eyes at him. "But nobody believes that you can provide security without a gun. Especially if you don't have a dick."
Stiles cracked up laughing. He never had this much fun going shopping.
His bonding time with Boyd, yes Stiles knew what they were doing, was a little more unexpected. Because figure skating? Seriously? Okay, it was a guilty pleasure of his, watching firm butts in tight spandex, but he had never thought that he would end up on Body's couch with the stoic werewolf commenting animatedly on the skaters on TV.
On Saturday they had another pack night, this time with board games. Stiles and Derek were kicking ass at Trivial Pursuit and it ended with the others just throwing random questions at them. It was fun.
That night they slept in a puppy pile again which was still a bit strange but werewolves were warm and made good pillows, Stiles slept like a baby.
In his sleep he winded himself around Derek like an octopus, drooling into the fur between his shoulder blades. When he realized what he was doing, he hurried to detach himself from the wolf.
"Don't worry, you did the same thing last time." Isaac tried to reassure him. To talk to him he had to change back to human and Stiles was still not used to people just casually talking to him while they were naked.
"I took pictures." Erica spoke up and now Stiles really didn't know where to look anymore.
"Please God, kill me now." He groaned and retreated to the bathroom.
When he came back downstairs all the werewolves were decently dressed and Erica had her mean pancakes going and nobody mentioned the cuddle incident so it was good.
Later, after the betas had left, Stiles did try to bring it up but Derek just waved him off.
"We cuddle all the time when we're in that shape." He played it down. "Don't think too much about it."
The thing was, Stiles couldn't stop thinking about it. The next night, when he lay in bed, he couldn't stop thinking about Derek's fur against his skin and the warmth of his body. It took a long time until sleep found him that night and in the morning he woke with a boner and a half-remembered dream about Derek's knot buried deep in him. As quietly as possible he jacked off and then hurried to the bathroom to shower before Derek could smell the arousal and semen on him. Which he probably did anyway.
It wasn't the first or last time Stiles woke up like that, the fragments of a dream still in his mind and his cock achingly hard. The night Derek had claimed him had been the first time he had sex with another person and despite the circumstances it had been good. Really good.
Stiles was alone at home one evening, Derek was out meeting with somebody work related, and he finally had the chance to draw things out. Having a werewolf around who could hear probably every breath he took really put a damper on his alone time.
Now, however, Stiles could be as loud as he wanted and he didn't have to hold back.
First Stiles took a shower and let his mind wandered back to Derek giving him the best, and so far only, handjob of his life. Today Stiles wasn't looking for a quick release so he didn't linger too long on the thought of Derek's strong hand on his cock. Just enough to get in the mood. By the time he padded naked over to his room, he was half-hard and buzzing with arousal.
He spread out on his bed, lazily fisting his cock, and wasn't at all surprised when is mind continued with the memory. After the shower came the actual claiming part.
Stiles' other hand trailed farther down until he reached his hole. He let his legs fall farther apart and thought of Derek's finger there.
For a while he just circled and tapped his hole dry, drawing out the moment, but then he reached for the lube and gently let the tip of one finger breach the ring of muscles. He thought about how Derek had done this, slowly, one finger at a time, and Stiles tried to match his movements to that memory. With his eyes closed he could almost pretend that it was Derek opening him up.
His cock lay forgotten on his belly, smearing precome all over him, while he worked the forth finger into himself as far as it would go. He wasn't used to this much but the burn and hint of pain added the right flavor to his fantasy. Taking a knot wasn't easy, he knew that now.
He moved his fingers in and out of his hole, working his prostate with the sheer fullness alone, until he felt his orgasm building deep in his belly. His cock twitched and his balls drew tight, his whole body wound up too tight and his release just seconds away. The slightest brush over his prostate or a hint of friction on his cock would throw him over the edge.
Stiles stopped.
Panting and covered in sweat, he lay there, fingers still buried deep in his body, and waited until he had calmed down before he dared to withdraw his fingers.
Stiles came up to shaking knees and turned around. Bracing himself one the headboard he mimicked sitting in Derek's lap, just like then, and sank down on his fingers again.
He would have loved to take more, to take his whole fist to pretend it was Derek's knot, but the angle was odd and he couldn't go as far as he wanted.
He fucked himself in earnest now, muttering under his breath, nonsense words mixed with "Derek" and "please", until his legs shook and sweat was dripping from his nose. With a broken cry on his lips he threw his head back and his untouched cock spurted come all over the headboard.
Stiles collapsed on the bed in a boneless heap.
"That was good." He mumbled and let himself drift in the afterglow. He needed to clean up but for the moment he was too content just lying here, catching his breath and let the sweat dry on his skin.
He must have drifted off to sleep because when he opened his eyes again, it was dark. He felt sticky all over and his hand was coated with drying lube and traces of stuff he didn't want to think about. It was too dark to see the come on the headboard but he knew it was there.
Who was also there, was Derek. He could hear him moving around downstairs. Since they had only one bathroom, Stiles would have to leave his room to clean up and there was no way that Derek wouldn't immediately knew what he had been doing the second he opened the door. The smell of sweat and sex lay heavy in the air, even Stiles could smell it.
He rolled out of bed and wiped his hand with a dirty shirt before he opened the window. That would at least take care of some of the sticky air in his room. Why was Derek home anyway? He'd said that he would stay out late.
Maybe I should just wait until he goes to bed, Stiles thought while he tried to pinpoint Derek's position. Sadly his hearing wasn't nearly as good as a werewolf's so downstairs was the closest he got.
He slipped on some sweatpants but let them hang low because of his still lube squishy butt. And he had to be careful where to put his hand.
"Oh, fuck it." He groaned and opened the door. He was a teenager what did Derek expect him to do when he was home alone? Not dealing with incompetent burglars, that was for sure.
Stiles walked briskly over to the bathroom and only let out the breath he was holding when he shut the door behind himself. He pretended to not notice that on his way the noises from downstairs suddenly stopped. And he tried really hard to shake off the picture in his mind of a blood hound zoning in on his prey.
Stiles took a thorough shower, the second one this evening, and then put on some fresh clothes. Feeling better he went downstairs to find something to drink and something for a late dinner.
"You're home early." He said casually when he passed Derek on his was to the kitchen.
"It didn't work out the way I hoped." Derek said, visibly pulling himself out of his thoughts. What those thoughts were Stiles didn't want to know. At least Derek could only smell what he had done and not what he had been thinking about while he had been doing it. Because that would just be awkward. More awkward. Mortifying.
"Too bad." Stiles said and came up with a bag of chips. "Bingo. Want to watch a movie?"
It was probably a bad idea to sit right next to Derek for the next two hours but in Stiles' experience it worked out best to pretend that nothing embarrassing had happened. His dad would agree.
They ordered pizza, apparently Derek hadn't even gotten decent food at his disaster of a meeting, and by the time the pizza had arrived they were back to easy banter and Stiles could watch Derek licking tomato sauce from his lips without inappropriate thoughts. Mostly.
After the pizza they shared the bowl of chips so it was efficient to sit close. Stiles felt the warmth radiating from the werewolf's body and he smelled the shampoo Derek had used before he went out for his meeting.
It felt good, comfortable.
Chapter 16
Masterpost