Sterek Shorts

Dammit my jeep!

"So where exactly are we going?" Stiles asked, taking a right at the intersection.

"This would be much easier if you had let me drive. And for the last time; it's a surprise." Derek huffed.

"Drive my baby?! Ha! You wish."

Derek rolled his eyes and stared straight ahead.

"Take a left at the next road."

When the approached the next road, Stiles took a left and observed his surroundings.

"You're not leading me to my death are you? And we're gonna have to stop soon for gas."

"It's fine," Derek said. "We're almost there. When we come back we can go to the gas station that's on corner before."

"Fine," Stiles complained.

"I don't see why you're complaining so much; I thought you 'loved surprises'."

"I do but not when I'm driving to my death."

Derek reached over and put his hand on Stiles's thigh. "Relax, you're not driving to your death."

Stiles face turned pink and his hands turned a faint white against the steering wheel. In reaction, Derek rubbed Stiles inner thigh.

"You need to relax. I know it's a different part of town but I promise you'll like it."

Stiles nodded with a low 'mhm'.

Derek looked at Stiles. He was more hunched over than normal. Derek sat up straight and moved his hand. "Pull over."

"What- I thought you said we were almost there."

"Stiles, pull over. Go into that parking lot."

"Oh boy, I just love abandoned parking lots."

Even with a fuss, Stiles pulled over into the parking lot. Because the parking lot was abandoned, the only source of light was the above-head lights in his jeep.

"You gotta tell me what's wrong." Derek said.

"It's nothing, just nerves," Stiles said leaning back into the seat. "See, I'm cool; I'm chillin'."

"Real chill with the tent in your pants," Derek said with a smirk.

Stiles's face went red and he looked out his window.

"All you had to do was tell me, you know I'm more than willing to help, babe." Derek stated with a smirk.

"Can we just go, like you know, I love surprises."

"Get in the back first."

"What?"

"Back," Derek growled as he started to open his door.

Stiles climbed into the back with a huff, leaning against the back seat door. Derek closed and then opened the other backs eat door. He climbed into the back, going onto Stiles. Derek waisted no time and started kissing him. While Stules kissed back, he slouched into the seat, clinging to Derek.

Derek got his hands under Stiles shirt and pulled it off. He kissed down Stiles's body as he fumbled with his belt. Stiles took care of taking off his pants while Derek did the same.

Derek took off his shirt and continued to cover Stiles's body with kisses, leaving a hickey here and there.

"Derek, do we really have time for this?" Stiles asked watching him.

"Not like there's a marching band waiting for our appearance."

"Fine, make it quick."

Derek made his way back up to Stiles's lips and rubbed him through his boxers.

Stiles folded forward slightly as he let out a low groan.

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Stiles gripped on Derek's back as he let out a moan.

"Stiles- shit," Derek groaned. "I'm close."

"Fuck, me too."

"Tell me what you need babe," Derek whispered, kissing his neck.

"Deeper- harder," Stiles moaned.

Derek obliged and started thrusting deeper into Stiles harder. He moaned in response and didn't let go of Derek's back.

"I'm cumming!" Stiles announced in a breathy huff.

"Do it, cum for me baby."

With one more thrust Stiles was sent over the edge. His back arched as he let out one of the loudest moans he's ever let out. Derek was soon to follow, nudging his head into the crook of Stiles's neck.

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"Dammit, my jeep!" Stiles whined looking at the claw marks in the seats.

"Sorry about that, I just can't resist your face when you are under me," Derek teased kissing Stiles's while he held his waist.

"Oh shut up. Get you ass in the car, let me get my shirt on."