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(Not) Only a Dream (Sterek)

Stiles groaned quietly. He knew he was sleeping, was aware of his dream-state, even as he stood there. And where he stood was in the bathroom. But not just in any bathroom – no, he was in the ramshackle, crumbling bathroom of the Hale house.

It wasn't because there was perfectly functioning plumbing in a burned down house that tipped him off to being unconscious. Rather, it was the lean, chiseled form that stood beneath the rushing water in front of him.

Droplets of water sped off smooth, tan skin which was normally so pale. But here and now it was lush with sunned coloring, making Derek look exotic and even sexier than usual. Stiles had no idea that this was even possible, but apparently it was. His eyes trailed down from the back of Derek's neck, following the swirls of his tattoo between his shoulder blades, grazing his sides and taking in the rigid indentations of his muscles just peaking from his stomach.

Stiles let himself ogle the man further as his eyes tipped even lower, his breath becoming stuck when viewing the firm, taut cheeks of his ass, so perfectly curved, swooping inward with muscular curvature. Then down, down, down the man's long legs. Soft looking skin stretched out over lengthy, sinewy muscle, roping around Derek's thighs and calves. The water continued pouring over his head, his dark hair glistening with the dampness, the water rolling down his neck and back and ass and legs.

Stiles licked his lips as he ran his flat palm down from the nape of his own neck and slowly down his chest and stomach. Unlike the man before him in the shower, Stiles was clothed from the waist down. His fingers grazed over his sensitive skin and he let them quickly brush over one of his hardened nipples. He let out a small gasp, but didn't pause his hand, which tickled down to the wisps of hair emerging from his waistline. He kept going, his hand lightly running over the bulge of growing thickness trapped within his jeans. As his fingers ran over the spot where the head of his cock rested, he couldn't hold back anymore. He let out a lascivious moan which was loud enough to attract Derek's attention at last.

The older man kept his back toward Stiles but turned his head to look at the youth. His expression was passive for a moment until his eyes flashed with bright red and his mouth slowly upturned into a smile that was almost predatory – no, was fully predatory. His white teeth looked incredibly sharp as they were bared at Stiles, even though his wolfish fangs and incisors hadn't emerged.

Derek was slow and deliberate with his movement as he turned his body to face Stiles. Once his front was completely exposed, Stiles held his breath and sang the national anthem inside his head as to try and prevent himself from looking south. If he did, he knew he'd be screwed – in more way than one.

Derek's grinned widened the longer that Stiles refrained from letting his eyes drop down. Shaking his head lightly in amusement he stepped out from under the spray, lifting his legs over the tub and making the short stride to locate himself directly in front of Stiles. The gap between them was very small. If Stiles wanted a peak at Derek's most private regions now, he'd have to bend his head down which would most definitely brush against Derek's naked and glistening chest. Stiles gulped audibly as he tipped his head ever so slightly upward so that he could stare into the eyes of the man who was only just a bit taller than him.

Derek leaned forward until his face was mere inches from Stiles'. He then lifted his hands until they just barely rested on top of either of Stiles' shoulders. Stiles did his best to hide the shiver that ran through him. Derek proceeded to slowly trail his own fingers down the boys arms, redirecting their path to cross over the clavicle and then down the chest, just as Stiles had been doing to himself only moments before. He let both hands graze both nipples and this time Stiles was completely incapable of hiding the shiver that ran through his entire body. Derek's fingers slid further down the boy's lean stomach, stopping at his belt. His green eyes darted up from Stiles' chest in order to meet his wide, tawny gaze.