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Accidental Supermarket Smut (Sterek)

Stiles watched the hot Target guy list off the available candy products to a frazzled looking woman, and he should not find patience as hot as he does when he watches this guy keep himself together. The lady was yelling, pause to apologize for yelling, and then go back to yelling since her son couldn't have gluten. When HTG tells her about the other gluten free products they have, she gets even madder since that's not what she wants. Eventually, Stiles watches as she storms off in search of the manager, and HTG's neck vein pops out once she's gone in a silent rage. "That lady needs to get laid." Stiles blurts, since he has no self-control.

HTG turns, revealing a name tag that says DERE with a faded letter that Stiles assumes is a K, and he snorts. "Yeah, her and me both." He says, running his hand through his hair.

"Well, I know someone that could help you out." Stiles says, winking at him to test the waters to see if this guy would be interested in him. Derek's face turns pink, and he looks him up and down. Stiles thinks he passes inspection when Derek licks his lips, and he looks from side to side before gesturing for Stiles to follow him. Stiles knows that he's head to the back room, he's seen a lot of porn where this is the start or at least happens in the first fifteen minutes, and he runs in front of him to beat him there. Stiles stops suddenly when someone walks out, he puts his hand on his hip as he leans against the wall, and Derek bumps into him. "Are you hard already?" Stiles says, when he feels Derek's cock against him.

"Yeah." Derek sighs, bracing his hand against the wall against Stiles' head before he thrusts his hips up. "Oh, fuck." He curses, looking around to make sure that they're not drawing attention to themselves before he thrust his hips against Stiles' jean covered ass. Stiles moans into his hand as his ass enjoys getting rubbed against. Derek's hand slides down his shirt, and he cups Stiles' cock through his jeans. The jeans are tight, getting tighter now, and he groans before he almost yelp when Derek squeezes him through the rough feeling jeans.

"Just a little tighter." Stiles whispers, feeling Derek nod against his back as he squeezes his cock before Stiles lets his hips spasm forward in a terrible pattern. "Just pull my pants down just a little." Stiles whispers, knowing that they shouldn't but Derek doesn't seem to care about it since he's shucking down Stiles' pants passed his ass. He's not sure if Derek pushes his own pants down, but it feels much better when the only thing in between them is Stiles' thin boxers.

Derek pants harder against his ear as he dry humps his ass, pressing Stiles tight against the wall hard as his hands go to Stiles' hips holding them roughly, and he groans as he comes. He lazily palms at Stiles' cock, it's a good thing Stiles is already worked up enough by the attention his ass was getting, and he comes in his pants like a teenager. Derek is already cleaning himself up with paper towels, and Stiles thinks he'll just deal with sticky boxers. "So." Stiles says, giving Derek the finger guns before he remembers that his pants are still down around his thighs. "I'll just go." He says.

"I get off in an hour if you want to continue this." Derek says, and Stiles winks at him as he pulls up his pants.

"Yeah, definitely." Stiles adds.

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