Two Wrongs Make a Right

"Studying"

Stiles thought about Derek the whole drive home. He thought about how he could share his deepest thoughts and feelings, he couldn't do that with anyone else. Not even Scott. He thought about how everything felt so perfect when they kissed, how Derek had the sexiest body he'd ever seen. Oh god, he shouldn't be thinking about Derek's body right now.

As soon as he pulled into the drive way, his father was stood in the doorway of the house, just waiting. He looked unimpressed at Stiles as he approached the house, locking the Jeep behind him.

"I'm so so sorry dad, I totally forgot." Stiles repeated apologetically.

"Damn right you're sorry. Go clean your room." The sheriff demanded. Stiles didn't think twice before rushing to his room to clean it.

After about an hour of slow tidying, Stiles was finally done and ready to start studying. "Stiles!" His father shouted from the other side of his bedroom door. He turned around and was surprised to see Derek standing by his bed.

"Yo da-Derek?" Derek gave him a look as if to say 'shut the hell up'. He ran to the door to see his dad standing there.

"What did you just say?" He said confused.

"I said yo, dad." Stiles answered awkwardly, trying to only keep the door open ajar to hide that Derek was behind him.

"I've been called into the station, you gonna be okay on your own for a while?" He asked, still curious as to why his son was acting so odd.

"Yeah, I'm just gonna be studying so... that should be fine." Stiles nodded.

"Okay, I'll see you in the morning. I'll be home late."

"Yeah, don't sweat it..." Stiles called out awkwardly before shutting his door that he was quickly pinned to by Derek.

"Are you crazy? Do you want your dad to kill me?" He said, anger in his voice.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting to see you stood by my bed." Stiles said, frightened by Derek's anger. They just stared at each other before Derek kissed Stiles roughly.

"I said earlier, we can hang out another time." He smirked before planting another kiss on Stiles' lips. "Now is another time."

"Well I can't argue with that, sourwolf." Stiles said playfully, Derek growled and joined their lips again. "Continuing from earlier I see?" He said between kisses.

"Got a problem with that, Little Red?" Did he just call me Little Red? Stiles thought.

"Never." He said quickly before their lips were linked yet again.

Derek grabbed Stiles legs and lifted them to his waist, wrapping them around him. He turned around and plopped Stiles on the bed and climbed on top of his small body, kissing him aggressively. Stiles pulled at the muscular mans shirt, throwing it on the floor before admiring his perfect 6-pack.

Stiles glided his hands over Derek's rock hard abs, before smiling and licking them. Derek smiled before pulling Stiles shirt off, too, throwing it somewhere in the room. He ran his hands up the boys perfect, unmarked body, feeling the urge to sink his teeth into every inch of it. And so he did, starting at his neck, slowly making his way down. Derek's actions earned moans not as soft as earlier. Now they were louder, filled with more pleasure than before.

Soon they were both in nothing but their underwear, in fits of moans and heavy breathing. Stiles was covered in bruises across his neck and chest. "Is this okay?" Derek said through all the heavy breathing.

Stiles shoved his hands in Derek's boxers to feel his muscular bum. He didn't even know you could have so much muscle there, but Derek was living proof. "Of course its okay." He whispered. And of course just as Derek scooted down to remove Stiles' underwear, there's a knock at the door.

"Oh god, please don't answer it." Derek said as he looked upon the boy, lust burning in his eyes.

"I won't as long as you don't stop doing what you're doing." Stiles grunted. Derek nodded as he continued sliding his underwear down, throwing them across the room not caring if they break something. Just as Derek is taking off his own underwear he hears someone shouting. It was Scott.

"For gods sake, can't that kid take a hint." He whispered to Stiles, making sure to be quiet because he knows Scott has wolf hearing, too.

"Stiles! I know you're home, the Jeep is out here!" Scott shouted towards his open bedroom window.

Stiles looked at Derek with lust and apology. "Just go, he won't leave until you answer." Derek sighed as he climbed off Stiles.

"Okay... but this better continue when I get back." He smirked as he kissed him and left Derek naked on his bed.

As Stiles got to the door he realised he wasn't wearing clothes. He opened the door but only enough to poke his head out. "Hey man." He shouted at Scott.

"Hey bro. You busy?" He asked.

"Uh, yeah I am actually. I'm studying." He said, hoping Scott can't tell he's lying. Derek was listening from upstairs and even he could tell Stiles was lying.

"Studying shirtless?" Scott questioned.

"Uh, I was just about to shower." He said, at this point he was just creating a spiral of lies.

"You're sweating bro." Scott pointed out the sweat beads on Stiles forehead.

"Um, yeah. I just got back from my run. I ran home from Derek's." Okay, how does Scott not detect Stiles lying. Derek thought.

"Are those hickeys on your neck?!?" Scott practically shouted.

"What- oh, uh, no. I, uh, tripped. And fell. On my neck." Seriously, Stiles didn't expect Scott to believe that one.

"Bro, come on. You have a girl up there, don't you?" Scott smirked. Not quite Derek thought.

"Wha- a girl?" Stiles was confused until he remembered Scott didn't know he was gay. "YES! A girl! In my room! Yes!" He shouted. "I mean, uh, yes. I have girl upstairs with me."

"Nice!" Scott said as he high-fived his friend.

"Yeah, so I'd really appreciate if I could go back to her now. Please." He begged Scott.

"Sure thing man. I'll see you tomorrow." He said, still smirking as he walked away. Stiles quickly shut the door and ran up the stairs, slamming his bedroom door behind him.

"So you tripped and fell on your neck, huh?" Derek chuckled as Stiles hid his blushing face in his hands. Derek walked over to him, pulling his hands from his face. "Don't hide your face Little Red. You're adorable." He said before pressing his lips on Stiles'.

"Why do you keep calling me that?" He giggled.

"Because you're small and you blush a lot, by the way EXTREMELY adorable." He explained as he stroked Stiles' still blushing face. "Anyway, where were we?" He added kissing Stiles roughly as he guided him back to the bed.

To be continued...

I know! I ended at the good part, I'm sorry, don't kill me XD Next chapter may contain smut continuing from this, but it might not. I'm not very good at writing smut. I will give it a go but I won't promise anything. Don't forget to vote :)