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December 2017
The music at Liam’s place was loud enough to block out any thoughts Stiles might have about being back in his hometown for the first time since he moved to Seattle. He looked around the room and realized he didn’t recognize anyone in this party, but it was Liam’s birthday and as such, he felt someone from the pack had to make it. Besides, free alcohol and possibly other mind altering substances that would help him fall asleep tonight were always welcome.
Somehow, he ended up with a bunch of Liam’s friends, playing Uno and downing shots as if he were a freshman again, half lost in his thoughts while making his next move to skip the player to his right. He was so distracted that the vibration in his pocket made him jump, which got a good laugh from the group.
He almost dropped his phone when he saw Derek’s name flash on his screen for the first time in what felt like forever. Faster than he would be proud to admit, Stiles opened the text and stared at his phone some. Then stared some more. He hadn’t heard from Derek in months —not since their relationship crumbled before his eyes. That’s why to say Stiles was surprised to get a text from him on the third day of his Christmas vacation was not enough. Especially when all the text had was an address.
He’d found out from Scott that Derek had sold everything in Beacon Hills and left for Brazil to see Cora, so the address meant he was back in town. Did this mean Derek was actually staying in town? For how long? Were they even supposed to see each other again? Derek had made it clear that what they had had been broken beyond repair and it was better to go their separate ways.
As with all his complicated life decisions, he decided to outsource the decision process.
He wrote to Scott: I really want to see Derek. thoughts?
Then he typed for Lydia: Derek just texted me an address on the other side of town and I really wanna go
Stiles received an almost immediate answer: no, both read. Lydia’s text had an additional 4 exclamation points.
can’t we just reconnect or smthg? Stiles sent back.
I highly doubt it, was Lydia’s quick reply.
A couple minutes later, Scott said: are you sure?
Stiles went ahead and lied so terribly that was painfully transparent even miles away: I only see him as a friend y’know
Ha! was Lydia’s swift comeback.
Man, I know you don’t mean that, wrote Scott.
Then can’t we fuck and still be friends?
NO!!! Lydia wrote back.
While Scott sent: are you at Liam’s?
But Stiles had already apologized to the table, stood up, and picked up his jacket, weaving a path to the door through the sea of people who came to celebrate with Liam. He’d barely seen the guy in question at the party, but Stiles knew he’d understand. If anyone seemed to think Derek and him could make it work, it was Liam.
The chilly bite of the moonless Beacon Hills night woke him enough to give him some clarity. He could at least ask some questions before walking into what could very well be a trap. Stiles typed quickly, wondering if Derek even remembered.
is it monopoly or clue night?
strip poker, actually, was Derek’s answer, followed by an emoji rolling its eyes.
Stiles smiled at the emoji. Derek remembered. Not only that, he was answering Stiles pretty much immediately, meaning he really wanted to see him and it wasn’t just playing nice for their friends.
you’re right, it’s a bad idea, he typed to Lydia, locking his phone without looking at the answer.
Fuck it.
Stiles’ car was old, he knew that. It was bound to fail sometimes. It also had a tendency to mess up his plans ever since he first got it.
“Come on, baby. Don’t do me dirty like this,” he said, tapping the steering wheel as if to wake the car up. He tried the ignition once more, but the car sputtered and died. “Fine. Have it your way.”
He got out of the car, slamming the door hard enough that he knew it would be jammed next time he tried to open it up. Stiles took out his phone and tried to get an uber, but after 5 minutes of nothing, he canceled the search and put his phone back in his pocket.
Maybe the universe was trying to say something: maybe he shouldn’t have started walking in the direction of the address; maybe he shouldn’t have been expecting to find a taxi somewhere; maybe he shouldn’t have been jogging as midnight struck and the rain started to fall.
Stiles only stopped when he reached downtown, leaning on his knees to catch a breath. He realized he would arrive in a sorry state to see Derek and maybe it would put him off. His phone rang in his pocket, scaring him out of his thoughts: it was Derek, because of course it was.
“What’s taking you so long?” he asked.
Stiles’ heart started beating quickly in his chest. He was embarrassed to admit that he was out of breath. If it was because of the jogging or because of Derek, he wasn’t sure. “Well, you chose the farthest possible point in town for me to go to. You sure want this to be hard for me.”
“Maybe that was by design, have you thought of that?” Derek sounded amused though, as if hearing Stiles’ voice was something enjoyable, wanted even. He could hear the turn signal in the back. So Derek was driving around. Interesting. “Are you at Liam’s?”
After looking at the cover of clouds above his head for a moment, Stiles spoke, “I’ve been literally running under the rain to get to this mysterious new place, soaked to the bone, and you’re just, what? Driving around Liam’s?”
Derek laughed. Something familiar settled in Stiles’ chest.
“Where are you? Send me your location.” Stiles didn’t reply immediately, he just closed his eyes and let the rain run down his face for a second. He must have been silent too long because Derek’s voice came back, worried this time, “Stiles? Are you there?”
“I’ll send it now,” he hung up and kicked the STOP sign, frustrated. He tapped the screen on ‘Live location’ and huffed. Even now Derek was the one that came to the rescue. It reminded him of the first time it happened and his stomach tightened.
Lydia was right, there was no way they could ever be just friends.
He was pacing up and down the sidewalk when the camaro pulled up. Derek lowered the window and said, “you look like you need a ride.”
Stiles wondered if Derek knew what his words sounded like. His grin said he knew exactly what he was doing to him. Stiles noticed the slightest hesitation, as if he wasn’t sure he still could make those kinds of comments. It saddened him that Derek could ever think his answer to that would be negative.
“You look like the ride I was hoping for,” Stiles said, feeling emboldened by Derek’s own attitude.
The moment Stiles got in the passenger seat, the tension was so thick, it could have been cut with a knife.
Definitely a good idea.
The moment the door closed behind Derek and turned around, Stiles walked him until his back hit the door. He put an arm on the door right above Derek’s shoulder, leaning forward, and lowered his voice: “what are we doing, Derek?”
“What does it look like?”
“Not a word since June,” he pressed on, moving his lips closer to his ear. “Not a call, not a text, and now this?”
Stiles was pleased to notice Derek’s flush and he lowered his eyes to hide the blue in them. Oh, so it is like that.
“What? You think I’m just going to be on call for you whenever I’m in town?” Oh, if anyone knew just how true those words were. “I’m not your thing anymore.”
Derek growled, all teeth and blue eyes, grabbing Stiles by the waist and turning them around so it was Stiles’ back against the wall now. “I’ll make you mine then.”
Stiles would have begged, but the words were stuck in his throat, all he could think about was Derek Derek Derek while the beating of his heart threatened to send him into cardiac arrest. “Well, are you gonna wreck me or not?”
Derek didn’t need any further invitation, crossing the distance to Stiles’ mouth in a swift movement that rattled the door behind him. Stiles grasped his jacket, pulling Derek closer still, opening his mouth to him. Fire coursed from every single contact point between them, destroying every bit of willpower Stiles could have possibly had left.
Derek’s hands roamed down his body until they found the back of his thighs and lifted Stiles. Instinctually, as he had done many times before, Stiles wrapped his legs around Derek’s waist and let himself be carried while kissing Derek’s swollen lips.
Instead of the open space of the loft, they actually had to stop to enter a room this time. Stiles was curious about this place, but he didn’t ask, all he did was continue kissing Derek and roaming his hands down his body until they reached a bed as big as the one in the loft, his chest tighter at the memory of the nights spent in there.
Derek broke first, he was proud to say.
“I missed you so bad,” he murmured against his neck, making every hair in Stiles’ body stand up. “It’s just not the same without you here.”
“You could’ve picked up when I called.” Stiles’ breath hitched as Derek’s teeth scraped the juncture between his neck and his shoulder. “Or answered my texts.” He slipped his hands under Derek’s t-shirt. “You were gone.”
“I’m here now.”
It shouldn’t have been enough for anyone, but Stiles was wired differently and, when it came to Derek Hale, all his sanity went out the window.
He let Derek unbutton his jeans and when he went to his knees, all Stiles could do was swear under his breath. Derek pulled his pants and underwear down, letting his cock free, already hard and dripping, then he smiled. “God, you’re so desperate for me.”
“Blow me, Hale.”
“It’ll be my pleasure,” he replied, swallowing the head at once.
Stiles moaned. Suddenly, he wished to be back at the door where he had some support because his knees threatened to give out. His eyes closed, but he forced them open to look down at Derek who was taking as much as he could before bobbing his head up and down to swallow Stiles down.
The sight was something he’d long ago given up on repeating and he wanted to take it in before he and Derek had another argument that split them further apart. Just as he was starting to spiral, Derek’s hand grabbed his balls, rolling them between his hands and bringing Stiles back to this moment, lost in the sensation of Derek’s tongue under his dick.
It wasn’t long before Stiles was right at the edge, exactly at the same spot Derek had been so good at taking him to. He wanted to say something, to warn Derek that he was close, but all that came out of his mouth was a drawn-out moan and he was coming.
Stiles must have blacked out for a second and his knees given out, because Derek was holding him up by his thighs, then his waist as he stood up. “Easy, easy. I got you.”
He would have been embarrassed but all his mind could spin was: Derek! Mouth! Good!
Stiles leaned against Derek for just a second, feeling the outline of his dick through his jeans, blood running hot immediately at the thought of riding him. He straightened up, stepped out of his clothes and gestured at Derek.
“I was promised a ride,” he said.
Derek’s brow furrowed. “I must be doing something wrong if you can still talk at all.” He took off his pants and grabbed a bottle of lube from the table, grinning, “on your knees, you know the drill.”
Stiles raised an eyebrow. He wouldn’t let Derek win this.
“Maybe I wanna see your face while you do it,” he challenged.
The light in the room was off and the curtains were partially closed, so it was very difficult for Stiles to see it, but he would bet good money Derek was flushing then. “Okay. Then lie down.”
“Derek, give me that and lie on the bed.”
He frowned, but did as he was told, fixing a pillow before getting his hand around his own dick and stroking lazily. That was enough for Stiles to get to work, sitting at an angle where he could give Derek a view of what he was about to do. He coated his fingers with lube and slid one in his hole without much preamble. He wanted Derek inside him six months ago: every second that passed without Derek rearranging him from the inside was a second of his life wasted.
Stiles chanced a look at Derek and saw the man stroking his dick slowly with one hand, while grabbing the sheets tightly with the other one. His eyes had a slight blue shimmer that told Stiles the most important information he had gathered tonight. Derek still wanted him, as fiercely as he did six months ago.
He slid a second finger in easily, scissoring himself until he felt prepared enough. It was fine, when Derek truly wrecked him, it wasn’t his ass that would hurt. Stiles crawled up the bed, hanging above Derek’s hips for a moment.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Derek said.
“I'm still mad at you.”
“Are you, babe? ‘Cause it doesn’t look like it”
That’s what did it. He sank down on Derek’s dick all at once, a long moan leaving his throat. Derek’s hands immediately found his waist and held him still for a moment, eyes closed tight, like the sight was too much for him. It certainly was too much for Stiles who felt seconds away from a panic attack. For a second it didn’t matter who broke up with whom or what it was all about, because of course they found each other again, that’s what they did.
It was, as the artists say, sublime.
But he was brought back to Earth when Derek’s hips snapped up and his entire dick entered him. His heart beat faster, his dick twitched, his eyes closed. Stiles swore; he swore again and again and again until his words stopped having any meaning. When Derek slowed down, for whatever reason, Stiles did what he did best and took over, leaning down on Derek’s chest and planting down his feet on Derek’s side.
“You’re gonna remember this on your deathbed, Derek,” Stiles found himself saying.
“At this pace, you’ll be the death of me Stiles,” his tone was playful, but his concentration was obviously somewhere else. Stiles leaned down and kissed him until he felt dizzy, drunk on Derek, high on the feeling of his cock going deeper and deeper as Derek edged closer to his orgasm.
“Not yet, Hale.” Stiles took his half-hard dick in his hand, stroking it at the same time Derek hit that precious spot over and over again. Derek’s hand gripped him tighter and Stiles knew there’d be marks in the morning but he didn’t care. Stiles was close, too close to coming again even if it borderline hurt to touch himself, he wanted to come on top of Derek, mark him as his.
“Stiles I’m—”
“Not yet, not yet, don't let it be over yet,” Stiles almost begged, biting his lip, stroking himself to the edge.
Derek’s eyes did a once over and stopped at Stiles’ cock, reaching to touch him. It was more than enough to send Stiles over the edge and have him see white. At the same time, Derek groaned and Stiles felt Derek’s cock throb as he came inside.
They were silent for a moment until Stiles said, “God, was it always like this?”
“Maybe. I think so.”
Stiles climbed off Derek, feeling his ass drip come down his thigh. He laid down next to Derek, staring at the ceiling, counting to ten, then thirty, then sixty until he could no longer stay silent, but Derek beat him to it.
“Are you still mad?”
Stiles laughed, a genuine laugh that he didn’t think he’d had in months. “What are we doing, Derek?”
“It’s really not the same without you here.”
“I’m going back on January 2nd,” he said by way of answer.
Silence filled the room like a heavy blanket, hot and oppressive.
“After all that, you’re still going back?” Derek asked, turning to him.
“I’m not dropping out of my dream post-grad program for some dick. Didn’t you say that I shouldn’t do that?”
“I did.”
“You can visit me up there if you can actually stop running for a while and settle down here.” Stiles was still staring at the ceiling when he added, “we can play it by ear.”
“Can we, though?”
He knew Derek was listening to his heart then, trying to figure out if his next words would be a lie.
“Whatever.” He got up and started picking up his clothes, getting dressed in a hurry. Of course being fucked within an inch of his life wouldn’t solve anything, but he sure hoped it did. It was disappointing to find out nothing had been solved at all. “You kept my number apparently.”
“So did you.”
Touché.
When Stiles left the house, it was still raining. He didn’t go back inside to wait for his uber. Once in the car, he noticed he put on Derek’s t-shirt instead of his own, tears dried on his face as he thought of what they’d had once that they could never get back.