Alpha's Power

⇠Puppy Love⇢

Stiles was ecstatic since it was finally the weekend and he wouldn't have to deal with people asking him questions about what he was wearing. The human packed his backpack with everything he owned, swept the side of his bed, ran down the stairs, grabbed the toast from the toaster, said goodbye to his father, and went out the door. The teenager hurried back to the hotel room, throwing his suitcase in the backseat of his vehicle. He walked down the hallway, ignoring the front desk woman's yells as she passed him by, and watched the room numbers flash by. When he reached the end of the hall, Stiles chewed his bottom lip and slowed his step. Inhaling and exhaling slowly, gently rapping on the door, the human shuffled on his feet as the door slowly creaked open. "I was worried someone stole you again." The werewolf joked, stepping aside as the others rushed into the small hotel room.

Stiles chuckled lowly, spinning on his heels to face the older male. "Nah, I'm all yours this weekend, Sourwolf." He taunted, tossing his bag onto the spare bed.

Derek grinned. "Lucky me," he whispered, closing the door behind him. Then he followed the smaller male further into the room.

The human positioned his arms behind his head and lay down on the bed. watching the werewolf with eyes. "Have you eaten yet?" He enquired.

Derek sat on the edge of his bed, snorting softly. "Don't you think about anything else than food?" He asked.

Stiles shot up, supporting himself with his elbows. A smirk appeared on the man's face as he studied the other for a considerable amount of time. "I can think of a few things other than food," he replied.

A sound came from the back of the older man's throat. squinting his eyes. "Of course you can; why don't you show me what Lydia bought?" He suggested it while standing.

Stiles scowled and pushed against the bed's edge. The adolescent folded his arms across his chest, and they stared at each other for a long minute. "Now who's being crude?" He whispered.

Derek's smile widened. "What can I say? I like a man with taste." He said it lowly. A shiver ran down the smaller male's spine as he chewed the inside of his cheek. He hated what Derek did to him, but he couldn't help but be drawn to the werewolf. The teenager felt his member twitch violently. Stiles rolled his eyes, scooped his bag from the bed, and then trudged into the bathroom. For several minutes, the smaller male leaned against the door and chewed his lower lip till he tasted blood. With tears stinging the corners of his eyes and his heart pounding loudly in his ears, he raised a quivering hand to his face and took a nervous breath. Stiles opened his rucksack and fumbled to take off his clothes as darkness began to creep in at the edges of his vision.

Sweat slid down the teenager's small frame as he tossed his clothing on the bathroom counter, slipping on the slightly oversized shirt. Everything in Stiles's body tingled as his hands trembled violently. The smaller male wobbled toward the door, finding himself slowly opening the door, and then slowly walked back into the room. His head hung low, his hair blocking his eyes. Derek said something to him, but it was too muffled for the others to understand. A few seconds later, a pair of large hands wrapped around his shoulders. "Hey, it's alright. I'm not going to force you." He whispered, gently picking the teenager up and setting him down on the bed. Derek wrapped an arm around the smaller male, nuzzling his face into the crook of his neck. "Get some sleep." He instructed softly.

***

When Stiles woke up again, the spot next to him was empty. The teenager slowly reached over, running a hand over the warm blankets. A noise from the bathroom caught his attention as he snapped his head toward the door opening. Derek was drying off his hair, smirking, "Glad you woke up; I was just about to wake you for lunch." He said it softly.