Easy As Pie

The Park

The night sky became his main focal point as they swayed back and forth. Stiles let his body movements follow Derek's. They stayed like that, swaying back and forth to the beautiful piano piece for a couple of minutes until Derek finally let go of Stiles and grabbed his shoulders. "I still wanna kiss you." The words were barely audible and Stiles caught himself holding his breath. The look in Derek's eyes made it so hard to say no. He wanted to know what those lips felt like and wanted to know how they would taste. Would it be bitter from all the smoking Derek had just done? He had to know. So Stiles gave in. He nodded and closed his eyes. Derek leaned in close and the second their lips touched, Stiles felt butterflies in his stomach. The kiss was deep. Even though Derek tried to get his tongue past Stiles' lips, Stiles kept it from going further. He knows it would all be over if he continued to give in. Derek's lips tasted like strawberries on a hot summer day. The heat between them soon became too much for Stiles as he leaned into Derek desperate for friction. Arms came up and enveloped Stiles pulling him close. They stayed like that, lips pressed against each other with Derek's arms wrapped around Stiles.

"Wait." Stiles managed to say after he wrangled his way out from Derek's hold. "I don't want to take advantage of you. I can't do that to you." Stiles meant it. This guy was drunk and he knew deep down Derek would never approach him sober. This was bad for his self-esteem but he couldn't fight it. Derek looked into Stiles' eyes and it made Stiles weak in the knees. "What?" he asked as he took a step back.

Derek took a step forward closing the gap between them and once again his arms found their way to Stiles' waist. "You're not taking advantage of me." he said softly. "I want to kiss you." the words were barely out of his mouth before his face came right up to Stiles'. Their noses touched and Stiles closed his eyes. Slowly Derek rubbed his nose back and forth against Stiles'. The Eskimo kisses started slow and calculated. Stiles held his breath. God he wanted more. Derek's arms were strong and his hands were firmly planted on Stiles' waist. He pulled Stiles into him and they kissed again. Game over Stiles thought. He has to stop this somehow. He can't give in. Not here out in the open under a beautiful night sky with soft music in the background.

"Derek." Stiles tried as soon as their lips separated. It was too late though. Derek wasn't going to let go of him now. Stiles gave in; fighting back was useless especially because he didn't even want to. He let Derek pull him onto the ground, landing right on top of Derek with their lips still attached. Stiles began to moan against Derek and all of a sudden the cool night didn't seem so cool. Stiles was burning up; his body taking over for his mind. His hips grinding deeply into Derek's eliciting a moan from the straight frat guy. A hardness was pressed against Stiles and in that moment Stiles rolled off. He sat up and looked into the night sky searching for what to say and do. Derek sat up and looked at him.

"Did I do it wrong?" he was so sincere. His sweet eyes making so hard to say anything remotely negative.

"No. You're doing everything right." It was all he could say to Derek. It felt too good and Stiles really wanted more but he forced himself to distance himself from Derek. There was no way it would end at grinding. It didn't last though as Derek moved in closer to Stiles and took his face in his hands. "What?" Stiles asked shyly.

"You're perfect, you know that?" There it was again. That twinkle in Derek's eyes making it so hard to look away. Just a few more seconds and Stiles could be talked into anything just to feel those lips again. Better yet he wanted to feel all of Derek. He wondered if Derek would be a gentle lover or a powerful one. Would there be moaning and screaming or just grunts and soft moans?

"I'm not."

"No you really are. I would know, I'm kinda perfect." Stiles chuckled at that and pushed Derek. They laughed together and Derek stared at Stiles with a very intense look. "My dad doesn't think I am, but I don't care about his opinion anymore." The confession was sudden but Stiles liked it. He reached his hand out and placed it on Derek's back.