Derek Institutes a Bedtime

Chapter 2

Derek lays in bed and waits, listening to Stiles groan and cheer from the other room, while he stares at the clock on his nightstand. He hopes that Stiles will follow through on his promise, that he won't actually have to carry out his plan, but when the clock tells him it's five minutes before his instituted bedtime, he sighs and starts pulling out supplies from the drawer in his nightstand. He bought a special toy for the occasion, and while he's sad he has to use it alone, he's kind of excited to use it period if he's being honest.

When the clock reads the bedtime he told Stiles, with no sign of the man entering, Derek's disheartened but enacts the second part of his plan. He even takes his time undressing himself, hoping to give Stiles a few more minutes to appear, but no luck.

Naked and sprawled out on the bed, Derek squeezes some lube out on to his fingers and starts to slowly rub it against his hole, letting the pad of a finger catch on the rim. He can't help but think of Stiles while he gradually starts to push inside, wishing that Stiles was here with him, that his long fingers were spreading him open instead.

He can feel himself get harder, his cock growing as he continues to touch himself and imagine his boyfriend joining him and sharing in the experience. He stays quiet for the most part until he starts to scissor two fingers inside of him to open himself up, letting gasps and soft moans and sighs out more freely.

The toy he bought, a vibrator, isn't on the large side, so he could probably get away with just two fingers, but he tries for a third anyway. The angle is awkward and his wrist is starting to hurt, and he can't help but think about how much better it'd feel if Stiles were opening him up instead of himself. But no... Stiles still hasn't come to bed, and while he can't hear shouts of anger or celebration from the other room, he's given up on the hope Stiles would appear any time soon.

In fact, it's once he's lubed up the vibrator and gradually worked it inside of himself, letting sighs and moans escape his lips as he moves it out and back in a little deeper, that he hears the bedroom door creak open.

"Holy shit," Stiles breathes out, and Derek can hear the clink of Stiles's belt and rustle of his clothes as he quickly tries to rid himself of his clothing. "You weren't kidding, were you?" Stiles says as he approaches.

"No, I wasn't," Derek says, annoyed, although he thinks it's masked by the immediate moan he makes when he shoves the toy in and it grazes his prostate.

"God, you are so beautiful," Stiles says, climbing up on to the bed next to Derek and slowly making his way to Derek's side. "Is that new? Did you buy a new toy without me?" Stiles's voice sounds hurt, and it makes Derek feel slightly guilty, but Stiles brought this on himself.

"I asked hmmm if you wanted to come with me to the store, and you told me you were busy with Scott."

"Dude, I thought you meant like the grocery store!"

Derek shrugs a little and then decides it's time to turn on the vibrator. He starts on the lowest setting, the slight rumble from the toy making him tingle. It feels odd at first, but as he gets used to the sensation, it feels good. He tries to move the vibrator a little so it doesn't stay in one spot too long, numbing him, but his wrist is tired and his hand slips a little because of the lube when he does.

"Here, let me help," Stiles says, reaching over to grab a hold of the vibrator. When he does, Derek slaps his hand away, and Stiles yanks it back and holds his hand to his chest, his face confused and hurt.

"You don't get to help. You didn't come to bed on time like I asked. You can watch, but I started this by myself and I'm finishing by myself," Derek says, and as if to prove the point he turns the vibrator up to the next setting and lets out a loud moan.

He looks over at Stiles. Stiles's mouth is open and he's staring down at Derek, his eyes flitting between Derek's hard leaking cock and the hand he has on the vibrator moving in and out of him.

"But," Stiles starts, but Derek shakes his head and closes his eyes. He can't watch Stiles be upset with him. He knows he's trying to prove a point, but it'd really kill his pleasure if he starts to feel guilty about this whole thing.

Derek does his best to ignore Stiles, although he can feel Stiles's gaze on him as he continues towards orgasm. He gets a hand around himself when he turns the vibrator up to the next setting, knowing he's incredibly close. His eyes are squeezed shut, his bottom lip between his teeth, as he nears his climax. He can hear Stiles whine in frustration and muttering curse words as he watches Derek, unable to touch him like Derek knows he wants to.

He's so close now, the vibrator making his whole body thrum, and he strokes himself faster. He chances a glance and peeks at Stiles, who is also jacking off, although his face is one of anger and determination rather than pure pleasure. Seeing Stiles, though, sends Derek over the edge, and he comes on his own chest, squeezing around the vibrator. After a few moments, he turns off the vibrator, the sensations too much to handle, but he does leave it in.

With a pleased sigh, he turns his head to Stiles, who isn't looking at him any longer but still moving his hand up and down his cock at a rapid rate. He removes the vibrator with a smirk when Stiles's gaze returns to him, and within seconds, Stiles finally orgasms.

Derek leaves to clean up and as a courtesy brings Stiles a warm wet washcloth to clean himself off with as well. Once they are both settled, he leans over and kisses Stiles good night, then rolls over to go to sleep.

He knows Stiles is probably fuming and wants to discuss and talk about things, but he's tired and really, Stiles can brood for a night. He'll talk to him in the morning.