Shall we play a Game? [Sterek]

Spin the Bottle

My native Language isn't english, so excuse me if there are any mistakes!

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"Come on, pucker up and go for it!"  

"This is ridiculous," Derek growled, still sitting cross-legged, while he looked back down at the bottle that was pointing directly at none other than Stiles Stilinski.

They were all huddled together in a small circle on the ground, an empty bottle lying in the middle between them.

Derek wasn't really sure what happened, but somehow Scott's complaining about how bored he was had enfolded a heated debate about things the boys and girls should do to entertain themselves, which ended up in this.

"Dude, you don't have to do it, I know I'm not your type of guy". 

Stiles voice broke through the silence, as a hand came to rest on one of Derek's arms, until he stared at the Teenager's none-too-gentle grip with an aristocratically raised eyebrow.  

"I didn't mean it like that - ", Derek began, trying to defend himself, but Lydia was already smirking at him and pushed them towards the nearest bedroom.

Fuck this Game.  

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"This is the stupidest idea you guys ever had, and that's really saying something", Derek scowled at Stiles in the dim lighting of the closet, dark eyes burning into him.
All the other could do was shrug.

"Well excuse me, Sourwolf", he muttered.
"You weren't my first pick to get stuck with either, okay."

A Shudder. Lie.

Stiles face heated up with some kind of emotion that Derek didn't even wanted to try to place right now – he decided to go with irritation, that seemed easy enough. 

Irritated that he got roped into playing a game of stupid spin the bottle with Scott and Allison who were always conspiring against him, irritated that Stiles was just sitting on the ground, up against the wall with his face turned from him and both arms crossed over his chest, a naked bulb above them just bright enough to throw shine spots in his beautiful bambi coloured eyes.

"How long do we have left?", he asked, breaking the brief moment of muffled, stuffy silence.

"I don't know, maybe 5 more minutes?". 

Derek heard the dull thunk of Stiles' head hitting the wall as he leaned it back. 

"You know I almost thought you liked me", he said. 

When the Werwolf gave him a skeptical look, Stiles continued. 

"Back at the pool, as Jackson went after us and I held you up for like 2 hours" 

He waggled his eyebrows, together with a semblance of the slightly cocky smirk he sometimes wore, and Derke's stomach knotted unpleasantly.

They were quiet for a few moments, maybe even minutes. 

It felt like years, the musty air of the closet stifling their breathing and dampening any noises. 

Derek sighed loudly and leaned forward before the words left his mouth.

"I guess we should just get it over with", he said it very matter-of-factly, as if this was the logical conclusion.
Stiles tried hard not to let his jaw drop to the floor.  

"You actually want to kiss me?", he gawed.

"Why not?", Derek asked, eyes half lidded and kind of hazy, and Stiles face felt as though it has gone alight, illuminating the entire closet.  

Hesitantly Derek scooted himself a little closer, one hand next to Stiles on the floor - the almost-contact made his pale skin tingle.

"How much time do we have left?", he asked softly, stalling for time, even though their faces were only an inch away from each other, so he could see every stubble that dotted Derek's sharp jawline, the long, black eyelashes, and the slight redness of his face. 

Stiles heartbeat pounded loudly in his ears as the air around them weighs down on his chest.

"Who cares", Derek murmured, bringing up a hand to the side of his face - they were only half an inch away now, their noses just barely touching.

It was intimate, it was all too intimate and Derek needed to bail, but he couldn't bring himself to move. 

In fact, he felt himself leaning even closer while Stiles eyes fall shut. 

Meanwhile, Derek's own are locked on to his face, onto his target. 

Stiles smelled like booze, cinnamon and whatever sweet, flowery hair product he used to keep his fluffy hair so fucking shiny.  

They were close, so close.

Finally Derek brushed his lips against Stiles', first slow then more firmly, as he waited for the boy to kiss him back.
Stiles tilted his head invitingly to the right holding them there for one, two beats.

Derek moaned slightly and shifted his weight against the wall.
He fit his tongue through Stiles' lips, exploring every inch he could reach. 
Soon Stiles started to tease, bitting Derek's lip, eliciting a low and husky groan in return.
With a smile he repeated the action, waiting smugly for another response.

And it appeared that the small nibble of his lip was too much for the Alpha. He wrapped one hand low across Stiles' back, gripping firmly and pulling him against his hard body.

The rough, sweet sound he made deep in his throat went straight to Derek's groin.

Eventually, lips parted, growing into small, yet pleasant smiles. 

"Damn!", Erica purred, as soon as she flung the door open, making them both jump away from each other to the edges of the closet.

"I just wanted to tell you guys, that the time was over half an hour ago, but it seems like you two were too busy to notice it, shame. I wish I could've seen more"

"Oh my God, Ercia - ".

"Get out, now!".

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Soon the Game started to die out – people got carried away with making out or had started branching out to other corners of the Hale House. 

Stiles stood up with the intention of finding Scott, but stopped when he felt someone grab his hand.

"Are you coming?", Derek asked surprisingly soft, motioning towards the empty bedroom with a nod of his head.

Sties hummed, licking his lips in anticipation. He could hear him chuckle over the rush of blood in his ears, still, it didn't really matter – all he could think of was the taste of Derek's mouth and the prospect of messing up the Werewolf's perfectly placed, black hair. 

Maybe even without a closet this time.

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