Human is Just a Word 35/?
Chapter 35
Stiles had fantasized about sex with Derek for quite a while now, and he had some serious thoughts about his knot, but he got that Derek wasn't ready to just go with it. Which was kind of strange because back when he had claimed Stiles Derek had been the confident one, he'd made sure that Stiles was okay and enjoying himself during the process. As far as taking a werewolf's knot could be called a process.
However, especially the knotting part had fueled some of the best fantasies Stiles had over the last few weeks and he couldn't wait to refresh his memory. With a little less fear and much more consent and with actually knowing the guy who's dick he had up his ass.
But Derek wasn't there yet, he could tell. The fact that Derek had performance issues back then should have given Stiles a hint that Derek wasn't someone who just rolled in the sheets with anybody.
So it came as a little surprise that Derek agreed to sleep in his human form tonight.
When it was time for bed they went upstairs and Derek led him to his bedroom because Derek's bed was bigger. While Stiles got ready for the night, he couldn't help but wonder how Derek slept as a human. They had shared the den or a bed more often than not lately but so far Derek had always stayed in his wolf form.
There was an awkward moment where Derek was searching his drawers for some sweatpants he could put on for the night but couldn't find any he would be comfortable in.
"Dude, just do what you normally do." Stiles said from his spot on the bed where he sat in his usual boxers and baggy shirt.
"It's just." Derek made a helpless gesture. "I'm not used to sleeping in my boxers." He blushed and Stiles just wanted to kiss him.
"Like a healthy breeze around your privates, Archie?" Stiles asked with a smile, picturing Derek in a night grown.
Derek just glared at him. Then, making up his mind, he reached for his fly with determination. Seconds later he slipped naked under the covers.
"There you go." Stiles settled in as well. A naked Derek was a common sight around the loft, not that it ever lost its appeal, and to his own surprise Stiles didn't read more into his nakedness now than he had before the whole mating bond had come up.
Stiles stretched and turned in search for a comfortable position but he was too keyed up to actually go to sleep.
"Stop squirming around." Derek growled but he didn't sound tired either.
When they slept together as man and wolf, Stiles always ended up hugging Derek but now he wasn't sure where the line was. Derek was lying naked next to him. Okay, technically he had been naked as a wolf as well but this was different. Stiles wondered if he would send out the wrong signals if he hugged him now.
"Laura called." Derek suddenly spoke up, throwing Stiles off his train of thoughts.
"Uh?"
"She wants to meet you." Derek continued and rolled to his side to face Stiles. Their faces were only inches apart, Stiles hadn't even notice how close they were. "She wants to talk to you about Peter."
"Is she going to do something about him?" Naked Derek was forgotten, this was more important. Stiles had sworn to avenge Scott but he hadn't even thought about Peter for a while now. He bit his bottom lip, guilt nagging in the back of his head. His revenge on Peter had been the most important thing in his life, hell, it had been the reason he had ended up in Derek's pack in the first place. And for a while he had almost forgotten about it.
However, his mind was back on track now.
"She wants to talk to you first." Derek said. "She asked if we would like to come for a visit this weekend."
"Sure." Stiles agreed easily. He plopped back on his back, head pillowed on one arm. "What is she like?"
"You'll like her." Stiles couldn't see his smile but he could tell that it was there. "She's a good alpha. You'll like her pack."
Stiles thought about that for a moment, trying to picture a female version of Derek. They were sibling, that had to show. He had seen pictures of Laura right after the fire but she was older now. Derek wasn't the wild-eyed teenager glued to his sister's side Stiles knew from pictures of the Hale House Fire case any longer either. And yes, if you came from Beacon Hills that fire got the big letters.
"You've lived with her pack after …" Stiles didn't dare to mention the fire. Not that there was any guessing what he meant, there was only one big after when it came to the Hales.
Derek scooted even closer, his hand finding Stiles' in the dark and Stiles didn't hesitate to turn it so that Derek could threat their fingers together.
"She was my alpha after our mother died." He said, his voice so low Stiles had to strain his ears to catch them. "I would have been content with her being my alpha for the rest of my life."
Stiles didn't know how Derek had become an alpha, it had been more of an accident than anything else, that much he knew, but like so much else, werewolves kept their matters to themselves. Stiles didn't doubt that Derek would tell him if he asked, Stiles was pack and his mate, but now was not the right moment to ask.
"You're a good alpha, too." Stiles said. "I can't speak for the others but I would be dead if it hadn't been for you. And I am content with you being my alpha for the rest of my life." It was the closest to I love you he dared to say right now.
He couldn't make out Derek's features but he caught the hitch in his breath. Counting on Derek to meet him half-way Stiles leaned in the general direction of his face for a kiss. Sure enough, their lips met and Derek let go of his hand to cup the side of his head.
They kissed slow and tender.
Stiles fell asleep with his head on Derek's shoulder, their legs tangled and just holding on to each other.
Stiles woke up in pretty much the same position, just a little more splayed over Derek and with his morning wood pressed into the crease of Derek's hip. His first instinct was to retreat but when he shifted Stiles noticed that Derek had the same problem only with less fabric restraining his erection. Curious Stiles opened his eyes and shifted just enough to look at Derek's face.
He was still sleeping. With his face lax and his eyelashes fanned out over pale skin he looked younger, almost vulnerable.
For a moment Stiles just drank in the sight in front of him but then his mind came back to the more urgent matter. He was lying more or less on top of Derek and they both were sporting inappropriate boners.
Or were they? Inappropriate, that is. They were mates, after all.
Not sure what the protocol on waking up to someone still asleep but with mutual morning wood was, Stiles bit his lip and fought the urge to wake Derek up with a kiss.
Once this sleeping in one bed while looking like they belonged to the same species had become a thing, Stiles wouldn't even think about things like kissing Derek awake and would just go for it. But this was the first night Derek had felt comfortable enough to ditch the fur and Stiles really didn't want to make him uncomfortable.
While he was still pondering his options, Derek blinked his eyes open. For a second he looked confused, his eyes unfocused, but then he zoned in on Stiles' face hovering over him and a soft smile formed on his lips.
"Morning." Stiles greeted him and leaned in for a gentle kiss. Minding his morning breath, he just went for a dry brush of closed lips over slightly parted ones. Derek hummed and brought a hand up to cup Stiles' cheek, staring up at him in wonder.
Then he shifted under Stiles which brushed their cocks together for one sweet second. Stiles closed his eyes in bliss but snapped them open again when he felt Derek moving away from him. The expression on Derek's face was so panicked it looked comical and Stiles couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Dude, if you're bothered by your boner, you haven't paid enough attention." Deliberately he pushed his crotch against Derek's, bringing them back together. The way the worry melted off Derek's face almost broke Stiles heart and he wondered not for the first time what had happened to him. Aside from the stuff he knew.
"What are we going to do now?" Stiles asked and feeling bold, he bucked into Derek again. Which earned him a soft moan so he did it again.
Instead of an answer, Derek sneaked his hand under the covers. It landed heavily on Stiles' cock still trapped in his boxers.
"Okay?" Derek asked.
Stiles rutted shamelessly into the heel of his palm but Derek didn't move. He just looked intensely at Stiles, waiting for an answer.
"Okay." Stiles breathed out and duck in to mouth along Derek's jaw. "More than okay. Do something, Derek. Please."
He could get off like this, rutting against Derek's strong hand, and embarrassingly quick so, but he wanted more. He wanted Derek to participate in this and not just to provide something Stiles could use to get himself off.
Derek considered that for a moment, his head tilted as if he was listening to something, but then he came to a conclusion with a sharp nod and suddenly Stiles' boxers went down and were tucked behind his balls.
Stiles groaned when he felt Derek's hand on his cock, skin on skin.
"Yes, Derek, yes." He mouthed into the soft skin on Derek's neck, kissing and nipping the spot he knew Derek liked.
Then Derek shifted under him and lined up their cocks. His hand closed around them both.
"Fuck." Stiles felt the heat of Derek's flesh pressed against his own straining erection and then Derek started to stroke them both. Even with their combined precome it was more in the dry side, just this side of too painful.
Derek urged Stiles' head up again for another kiss, open mouthed and wet this time, Derek didn't seem to care about morning breath, and by now Stiles was too far gone to care either.
It took only a few more strokes until Stiles spilled his release all over Derek's fist and abs. Derek followed close behind, stroking them both through the aftershocks.
Stiles collapsed in a boneless heap on Derek, not caring about the mess he was lying in.
"I can get used to waking up like this." Stiles said into Derek's chest and snuggled up even closer.
"Me too." Derek kissed the top of his head.
It was a school day so Stiles would have to get up eventually but he stayed in bed with Derek for just a little while longer.
Which led to him sprinting down the stairs, taking two steps at once, one arm tangled in his jacket and a cold pop tart between his teeth, in the faint hope to make it to school in time.
He did make it with five minutes to spare. He felt like whooping with his fist in the air, he was awesome, but he tuned it down to a little victory skipping.
"Where have you been?" Sean greeted him but when he had a closer look at Stiles his eyes went wide. "Dude, is that a hickey?"
Chapter 36
Masterpost