Smut Please (boyxboy) #wattys2016

New Years (Sterek)

"You're so fucking drunk dude." Stiles practically yelled into the night street as he wobbled down the sidewalk. Scott had fallen off of the sidewalk twice already and Stiles couldn't help laughing, he was just a little tipsy compared to the drunk Scott who was pretty much freaking out when he saw that his cigarettes had been misplaced. Stiles had been the first to volunteer to go with him to the drug store a few blocks from Peter's apartment. The party that was going on was too much, especially when Stiles had been practically pressed to the wall by one of Peter's creepy friends.

"Shhh you're gonna-" Scott had suddenly got the hiccups, "wake up the whole neighborhood." he said, smiling back at him. Derek was walking a little behind Stiles and whenever he looked back he was met with a smirk that lit his body on fire. This time, Stiles had nearly fallen over but Derek quickly caught him. All the while not-so-accidentally grabbing his ass when he was helping him keep steady.

They'd always done this, been handsy with each other after their long descend into a deep friendship. Scott always thought it was weird so they kept their weird dynamics behind his back. Like right now, somehow it had become a war with grabbing asses. "Think you're gonna get me hard?" Stiles had whispered carefully into Derek's ear, he knew Scott was too busy mumbling to himself to listen in on them.

Derek met his eyes with a challenging look, pupils dilated and his face flushed with the cool air of the night. He reached out his hand, cupping Stiles' ass in those tight skinny jeans he had decided to wear, rubbing from his cheeks to the small of his back. The touch should not have effected him as much or maybe the booze had gone to his head and he was finally sinking into the pool of drunk.

He bit his lip to hold back the groan at the touch of Derek's big hands. Reaching forward in retaliation, he ran his hands straight down Derek's muscular back and groped his ass. He squeezed at his cheeks and met eyes with Derek. The eye fucking was insane. Although they were friends, there had always been a tension between them; neither of them could even deny it if asked, they'd gladly fuck one another.

"Dudes!" Scott yelled and they had jumped apart so fast that Derek had almost fallen and if Stiles wasn't so freaked out by the thought of Scott seeing that exchange he might have laughed. "There's the drug store, I'll be right back!" he yelled over his shoulder as he bounded towards the store.

When he finally got over the initial shock and relief of not being caught, he found his way to the alleyway wall next to the drug store as he began to laugh as hard as he could. The alcohol in his system making him bubbly and more giggly than usual. Derek was up and stalking towards him with a fake glare on his face, he could also barely contain himself as his glare faltered the minute he was in Stiles' space.

"You're such a dick," Derek emptily accused and pushed at Stiles' chest lightly. They laughed once again, Stiles' stomach hurting from how bad he was laughing and Derek had to hold himself against the wall with a hand next to Stiles' head. When their laughter died down and they were gasping for the air that they had lost from it, their eyes had met.

Suddenly the only air they were breathing in was each other's, moving closer to each other slowly. Their lips collided harshly, at first it was a mess of teeth and tongues trying to dominate until they got past the frantic part of it all and move to the exploration. They hadn't ever really kissed before and right now Stiles could taste the wolfsbane-infused vodka that Lydia had made for the wolves.

"Stiles.. I-I," Derek tried to say as soon as they pulled away, suddenly his tongue stuck in his throat. He had so much he wanted to say, Stiles cut him off with a bruising kiss.

"I know, me too, me too. Now shut up and fuck me." Stiles said with a breathy giggle. He felt the same way, always had and right now he really wanted to eliminate the tension and just get to the sexual part of it all. Derek unzipped his own pants before spitting into his hand and jerking at himself roughly. Stiles' eyes couldn't help but stare as Derek tugged at his red and angry cock. "Fuck.." he groaned out and leaned forward catching Derek's lips into his mouth again.

Soon Stiles' pants and briefs were pooled around his ankles and he was turned around, face and chest pressed against the wall. Derek was fumbling to get a condom on and Stiles was practically whining. He had already fucked himself earlier that day with a dildo, his ass was practically prepped on its own. Still, Derek got to his knees briefly and licked a few wet strips up against his hole.

Before Stiles could honestly say anything along the lines of "Derek, if you don't put your cock in me I will kill you," Derek had thrust into him and all those words, letters and syllables had been lost along with his brain. Derek knew that they only had a minute or two to finish before Scott would come back out, he could hear him struggling with whether to buy cigarettes or food.

The sound of skin slapping together echoed in the darkness of the alleyway and both of their grunts were just as loud. "Fuck, Derek.." Stiles moaned out. Derek filled him up to the brim and fucked into him with determination. He wasn't even worried about his own orgasm, just getting Stiles off first. He angled his hips, searching for that sweet little spot.

He circled his hips and when Stiles' body began to have spasms he knew he hit the right spot. "FUCK FUCK FUCK" Stiles began to chant, wrapping his mouth around his forearm that was braced against the wall. He was on his tippy toes when he finally came in spurts against the wall, Derek's hand tugging on his cock and Derek's cock hitting him in places that took him years of exploration to find.

Stiles' orgasm had triggered Derek's and he was dizzy with it all. They both were, inevitably high with alcohol and sex that would probably continue later on. Derek pulled out of Stiles, of course Stiles whined, he peeled the condom off of himself and threw it down the alley.They had all of 20 seconds to calm down and zip up before Scott came back out.

When he did come out, he looked between them, the alcohol clearly still in his system as he smiled and said that they both looked dumb. "You guys are completely flushed, it's not even that cold out." he laughed.

"Yeah whatever Scotty, we should hurry back to the party, I've got some things I gotta finish." Stiles said with a sly smirk pointed at Derek. They walked back to Peter's, Derek anticipating their arrival just as much as Stiles.