Sour Wolf and Big Mouth

Stella

Stiles looked at his wardrobe with longing as Scott blabbered on about something Isaac had done. "-iles? Stiles!" Stiles blinked and stared at Scott. "What's wrong with you? You haven't been paying attention to no one for a week. Is there something we need to know about?" Scott asked, concerned. "No. Nothing. Everything's okay Scottie. Just tired." Stiles faked a yawn, keeping his heartbeat steady. "Okay, I'll let you nap. I'll text you later." Stiles waved Scott away and when the door closed, Stiles jumped to his wardrobe. He threw open the doors and pulled out his latest shopping spree. The orange dress came to his knees and the sleeves were short. He got a pair of tan boots and new stockings. He peeked out his door and ran for his bathroom. Stiles took his phone out of his pocket and dialed one of his best friends' number. "What's up?" Stiles grinned. "I got it." His friend gasped. "No way! The orange one that would look a-mazing with that golden belt we got the other day?" Stiles nodded, giggling before remembering that he couldn't see him. "Dude, come over to my house. It's finally Friday and we can go out partying!" He could hear his bud tripping over his own two feet. "Alright, I'll be there in a few Stel." 

The door bell rang and Stiles opened the door. He squealed and his friend Steve squealed back. They hugged tightly. "Oh my God, I'm jealous of your skin! It's not fair." Steve fussed over Stiles' skin. "Oh stop. Help me with my makeup so I can put on my outfit. Where's yours?" Steve held up his bag. "So where we goin' tonight, Stella?" Steve asked, using his 'girl' voice. "Don't know Sylvie." Stiles replied, using a similar tone. They both laughed and ran up the stairs. "I hope I meet a fine fella tonight." Steve exclaimed as they crowded into the bathroom. "Now on the toilet." Stiles sat down and began to pull up his stockings as Steve prepared the makeup kit. "Head back." Stiles dramatically threw his head back with a gasp. Steve began to work on Stiles' eyes. "You know you're lucky I bought a smoky blood orange that would go so perfect with your dress." Stiles laughed until Steve slapped his shoulder. "No emotion yet! You'll ruin the makeup!" Steve squealed. "So you meet anybody cute?" Stiles asked as Steve began to work his way down the other's face. "Don't even start. So many ugly muthafuckas go to my school. I'd kill for a hot ass." Steve groaned. "For me, it's opposite. All my friends are hot as fuck." Steve gasped. "NO!" Stiles nodded. "It's true and it sucks. The guy I think I'm crushing on is kind of an emotionless ass." Stiles sighed. "Oh poor baby." Steve pouted. "Okay I finished." Steve said as he began to work on his own makeup. Stiles stood up and stripped. "Like your underwear." Steve commented as he put on his concealer. Stiles shrieked. "You're supposed to not look!" He covered his red lace underwear. Steve just laughed. 

"Sylvie, let's go! I'm getting old and my hairspray's gonna give out by the time we get to the club!" Stiles yelled. "Keep your panties on Stella." Steve came down, wearing a teal dress that clung to his body. The dress was sleeveless and came down to Steve's thighs. "So it took so long to fucking shave?!" Stiles asked, crossing his arms. Steve hrrmphed. "Fine, I had a present for you but forget that!" Steve said as he crossed the floor in his black heels. "Wait, I'm sorry Syl. Please forgive me." Stiles made puppy eyes. "Ugh, you're lucky you're so cute Stel." Steve handed Stiles the red box. Inside was a fox pendant on a gold chain. The fox was well detailed. "Oh Steve. Thank you so much." Stiles hugged Steve hard. "Don't call me Steve. I'm Sylvie." Sylvie sighed as he adjusted his wig that made it look like he had long, curly black hair. "Help me Sylvie?" Stiles turned around. Sylvie pushed away Stiles' brown wig and clipped the necklace around his neck. Stiles touched the pendant. "I love it Sylvie." He kissed Steve's cheek. He made a face. "Come on man, it takes time to look this fine." Steve whined as he wiped off the lipstick stain. 

"Are we ready?" Sylvie asked, fixing his hair so that it flowed 'naturally' down his shoulders. "Umm..." Sylvie turned to look at Stella. "This isn't about your emotionless asshole, is it?" Stella avoided the other cross dresser's gaze. "Come on. Let's forget about our troubles and enjoy ourselves for a night." Stella cracked a grin. "Okay." If Steve wasn't a cross dresser and his best friend, Stiles would seriously consider going out with him. "Alright, let's get white girl/boy wasted!!" He screamed. Stella laughed and they got out of Sylvie's car. Sylvie slid his arm into Stella's. "Don't you feel simply fabulous? Look at all the boys looking at us!" Sylvie whispered into the other's ear. Stella grinned. "You were right. Like always." He sighed. "Oh wait!" Sylvie fixed his wig so that the long, brown hair fell down his back. "Okay, now you look better." Stella giggled as Sylvie flipped off a man who got a little too close and tried to frisk him. "Alright, the bar or the dance floor Stella?" Sylvie asked as he observed the crowd. "I'm thinking heavy bar, then the dance floor." Stella pulled his friend to the bar where Sylvie already had a man on him. "Aren't you a pretty thing?" The shorter brunette purred in his ear. Sylvie elbowed him in the sternum and pushed him away. "Get the hell away from me, asshat." He snarled. Stella turned to the bartender who was transfixed on Sylvie. "Two margaritas and a rum and coke please." The red haired bartender tore his gaze from Sylvie and fixed the drinks. "You know," Stella commented casually. "If you act like a gentleman, you might get lucky."The bartender tried to ask Stella what he meant but the crossdresser was already half way to his friend. He slipped in next to Sylvie. "Ooohh, look at the hottie with the body!" Sylvie nudged Stella and pointed to a familiar tanned man in a tank top, two black bands around his bicep. Stella's jaw dropped. "Oh my god, that's my best friend Scott!" Sylvie raised his perfectly manicured hand to catch Scott's attention. Stella stopped him. "He doesn't know I crossdress." Sylvie raised his eyebrow. "And you told me he's straight, right?" Stella furrowed his brow. "Yeah, he's totally straight, why do you a.." Again, Stella's jaw hit the table. Scott had Isaac pressed against a wall, his hands tangled in the blonde's curly hair, tugging gently. Isaac flipped Scott so he was underneath him, his hands traveling underneath Scott's tank top. Stella watched the two werewolves make out in the shadows. "Man, you were kidding when you said you had hot friends. You wouldn't happen to know the sex god who's been staring at us..well, you...for the past, oh I don't know, ten minutes?" Sylvie asked as he downed Stella's glass. Stella looked over to where Sylvie gestured and almost choked on his spit. There was Derek, eyeing him with....lust in his hazel eyes. Their gazes met and Stella almost cowered from his gaze. Almost. Stella swallowed roughly, reaching for his glass only to find it empty. "You bitch!" Stella yelled, punching Sylvie's arm who was laughing his little cross dressing ass off. Stella and Sylvie ordered more drinks and downed them quickly. The bartender got off work and took Sylvie out to the dance floor, leaving Stella alone with his drink. Suddenly someone came and sat next to him, knocking him out of his drunk stupor. He turned to his neighbor and smiled flirtatiously. "Well, hey there stranger." He giggled, twirling a strand of hair around his finger. He made out a dark leather jacket and a scowl. Shit. His sober mind told him as he leaned against a strong shoulder. "Stiles." Stella froze at the use of his nickname. He pulled back with a nervous laugh. "S-Stiles? What the hell is a Stiles?" Derek glared him down, not taking his bullshit for an answer. Stella sighed and grabbed Derek's hand, pulling him to the bathroom. He locked the door and took off his wig. Derek cupped his face, messing up his makeup. "I...I know this is weird and real boys shouldn't wear dresses and makeup but....well...this is me. I like doing this stuff. I like dressing like a girl." Derek didn't say anything, only held Stiles' face between his hands. Stiles sighed, closing his eyes. "Come on big guy. Let's get the ridicule over wi-" "I'm not going to make fun of you Stiles." Stella's mouth fell open again for the umpteenth time that evening. "You're not?" He asked in a small voice. Derek gave a small smile to the human before him. "No St-" "Stella." Derek looked at him, confused. "My crossdresser name is Stella." Stella blushed. Derek grinned again. "Stella." Derek tried the name and blood went south so fast Stella's head span. It was even worse than when Derek used his boy name or shoved him against walls. Stella swallowed roughly. Derek followed the movement of his Adams' apple before groaning and sealing his mouth against Stella's. Stella gave out a squeak before flailing. Derek caught his long limbs and pressed him against the wall. Stella moaned and Derek growled in response. There was a knock at the door. "Hey, Derek. You okay in there?" Scott yelled. "Go away Scott. I'm fine." He roared back before attacking Stella's neck, causing the human to gasp and arch his back into Derek. "Derek? Is someone in there with you?" Derek growled low in his throat, eyes flashing red. "No! Now leave me alone!" He snarled before rutting against Stella. "Scott, come on. I need you. Like, two hours ago." Isaac dragged Scott away, leaving the two alone in the bathroom. "So, you have a things for skinny humans, eh Sourwolf?" Stella teased, breathlessly. "No." Stella's smile fell. "I have a thing for sarcastic crossdressers named Stella and/ or Stiles." Stella grinned before pulling him into another kiss. "Come and get me Sourwolf."

Alright. I swear I'm not dead. (This is becoming a repetitive statement in my author notes). I'm thinking about possibly making this a part two with some sexy Sterek times and I'm iffy on the Scisaac sexiness. Comments? Suggestions?