His Only Defence

4 | Nyet

Nyet

Stiles remained a willing participant to Derek's totally macho werewolf cuddling until the sirens wailed through his state of almost sleep wrenching him back into reality. He jerked out of Derek's grasp quick as a flash.

"I wasn't doing anything I swear!" he cried rubbing his eyes and glancing around the room with a heightened sense of paranoia expecting his dad to come barrelling into the room at any given moment. Derek blinked up at him in confusion, his muscular arms looking very inviting and he almost wanted to climb back into bed with the alpha and have those arms wrapped around him again. Right, because that was a completely heterosexual thing to yearn for.

Derek's voice interrupted his current sexual identity crisis.

"Why do you look so suspicious?" he asked sitting up and exposing his very naked and deliciously toned chest as the blankets came free and slipped away. He was wearing pants, thank God so Stiles didn't really have to avert his virgin eyes or anything. Not that he was ogling him or that his mouth had fallen open at the sight. Nope.

He moved to the window, peeping around the curtain in a very subtle manner. "My dad- the Sheriff, sirens usually means I'm grounded."

Derek gave him a flat look and climbed out of bed, showing off a very nice looking ass. As asses went, it was pretty spectacular, and he followed it with his eyes as Derek disappeared into the bathroom without a word.

He didn't shut the door either and Stiles wondered if that was some kind of werewolf jedi mind trick or an invitation to make him want to follow. He'd actually taken a step towards the door before he heard the shower running and his brain caught up with his crotch, warning him that there was a very naked and probably sexually frustrated alpha in there.

And the full moon was Saturday, so things were about to reach epic proportions of life threatening possibilities. Stiles didn't need to study lunar activity to figure out he was already in eye of the storm, having taken the highway to the danger zone and straight into hell.

Plus Derek had scented him for like the whole afternoon, Stiles wasn't even sure what he'd used to smell like anymore and then they'd slept, in the same bed. With cuddling and everything and it wasn't even dark yet.

Who slept before dinner anyway?

Derek abruptly walked out into the bedroom, dripping wet and completely naked. Naturally Stiles attention was drawn to his alpha business. He was a teenage boy, okay. He had needs.

But upon looking he became quite certain he didn't need that appendage anywhere near him.

Oh sweet Jesus. Derek wanted to put that in him?

"Oh my God. That's- a naked alpha," he cried, scrambling back into the window as if he was considering jumping out of it. "Um, no. We are not having sex just because I let you cuddle me."

He waved his hands to ward off all the Derek sexy but it was pretty strong as the pheromones of sexy drifting through the universe went. No wonder Erica wanted a piece of dat ass, Stiles was tempted to break a piece off for himself. Did he work out every minute of the day or something? How did anybody look like that without steroids? Werewolf, duh.

But Derek had clearly not been anywhere near performance enhancing drugs if the size of his cock was anything to go by. Just, unf. There was no way Derek wasn't going to tear him apart if Stiles let him anywhere near his bony ass.

"I just remembered," Derek spoke gruffly as explanation for the sudden display of his glorious sex God body. His hand came out and gently brushed something wet across the scratches on Stile's face. He jerked away as if he'd expected Derek's tongue instead.