One More Night

Seven

A/N: Yeah. . . so this is basically all smut. Um- it's a lot of dirty talk, so if that makes you uncomfortable, I'm sorry lol. If not, enjoy!

Stiles half expected Derek to forget about him, or to make up an excuse as to why he couldn't pick Stiles up from work. Stiles wouldn't have been mad, just a little disappointed that he would have to walk the twenty minutes to get home. However, when Stiles finished closing up the restaurant, Derek was just pulling into the parking lot.

Derek rolled down the window and grinned, wearing a pair of sweat pants and a tight black t-shirt. "I'm starting to feel like you're using me as a taxi service," he teased.

Stiles snorted as he slid into the passenger seat, shutting the door as he shot back, "no, I'm using you for your dick."

Derek looked shocked for a moment before he burst into laughter. "Okay, fair," he agreed, peeling out of the parking lot towards Stiles's place. That was the end of their small talk.

As soon as they stepped into the apartment, Derek had his hands on Stiles's waist, shoving him up against the door before Stiles could even lock the damn thing. When Derek kissed him, Stiles's brain short circuited for a minute, eagerly kissing back as his hands started roaming Derek's body, touching his arms, back, sides, and then moving towards what he really wanted, which was Derek's dick. He forgot about all the loopholes he was going on about as he palmed Derek through the thin sweatpants, wanting to do more. Derek ripped himself away before Stiles could get his hand in his pants, his eyes wide with arousal. That's when Stiles realized what he was trying to do.

"Shit, sorry," Stiles panted, still trying to relax from the thrill of kissing Derek. "Just give me a second- I promise I'm not trying to have sex with you, I just- you make me a little crazy." He was just spewing words out, trying to chill the fuck out so he didn't sound like a crazy person. He was only making it worse.

"Stiles," Derek said, his voice low as he stepped back into Stiles's space. He leaned in, kissing Stiles's jaw lightly, dragging his lips over the sensitive skin of Stiles's neck. Suddenly, his lips were against Stiles's ear. "Show me the loopholes."

Stiles let out a sharp breath as Derek stepped away, still holding on to Stiles's hips. "Y-Yeah, okay," he managed, taking Derek's hand to lead him towards the bedroom. Derek shut the door behind them as Stiles started stripping off his clothes. "You should- um, you should take those off," Stiles said, gesturing to Derek's clothes as Stiles had his own shirt halfway over his head. He wasn't sure why he was getting so nervous now. Just two days ago, he was sucking Derek's dick in a public bathroom and he had no problem doing that. They were alone now, and they weren't even having sex. Stiles was an absolute mess.

"I kind of figured we'd have to be naked," Derek laughed, easing Stiles's nerves a little. At least he seemed to be comfortable and that was important. Stiles smiled, watching Derek slowly peel his clothes off. Stiles took his pants off as Derek was slipping out of his own pants. They both hesitated for a moment, standing in nothing but their underwear. Derek made the first move, so Stiles followed, until they were both very naked and very much aroused. Stiles had to swallow a couple times, his mouth watering at the thought of sucking Derek off again. It was so fucking good the first time, Stiles would be happy to do it again, whenever Derek wanted him to.