What goes up must come down

Part 22

Stiles POV
The day was leaving and I don't have enough energy to deal with everyone else. I jump in the shower and put it basically on the hottest temperature. It burns but I'll get used to it. After a while I adjust and instead of showering fast I stand there for a bit with my eyes closed. After being head empty I actually take the shower quickly because I don't want to make the water bill run. I get out and dry myself and slip on some briefs. I turn of the lights and plop onto my bed. Swiftly falling asleep. Suddenly I am in the pack house, not just anywhere. I am in Dereks room, why am I in Dereks room? The bathroom door opens and and Derek comes out of the steaming room,wet and the only thing covering him is a towel around his waistband. He brushes his wet hair out of his face and walks towards me. Oh god this isn't what I think it is right? As he stands in front of me he drops the towel. I try to advert my eyes but they are stuck staring back into his. His eyes low and clouded with this look. Lust like. Like an animal, he grabs me by my hips and pushes me back against his desk. My eyes close as he leans in. His mouth hovered over mines and he travels to my neck. Slowly kissing,biting, and sucking. I grip his shoulders. He pulls me closer by wrapping his arms around my waist, I put my arms around his neck and tilt my head back. He leans back and looks at me "stiles." "Stiles WAKE UP". The dream fades away and I blink my eyes open to see Jackson looking at me as if I was crazy "what Jackson" he rolled his eyes "first off, dude really? Derek? Second speaking of Derek, he just called a pack meeting at his dump." I sighed and laid back, "Derek can go fuck himself" I said "well looks like you want to do that for him" Jackson snarked "how about you get out of my room" I say as I throw my pillow at him. He laughs and walks out. I call out to Jackson "seriously tell him I am not going" he comes back to my door "ok but I am not taking the blame. Don't worry I'll just make something up. Maybe I'll tell him you were to busy doing it again" he laughs and I sit up fast wide eyed "relax I am not going to say that" he speeds down the stairs and then back up "hey my car is still broken can I take yours? Wait never mind I can just run" then speeds back down and out the door. I roll my eyes and lay back down. Why do I keep thinking of him. What's wrong with me? All we did was hang out and cuddle and well... never mind about those other incidents. It's not like we were dating, I don't understand it. Well obviously you don't have to be dating someone to like them. Maybe I just catch feelings easily. I mean I always felt there was a part of me missing or a part of me hidden. I wish mom was still here to help. She'd be the best with advice. Derek, what a strange topic to talk about. Although he isn't a topic but a person. A really hot, nice, sensitive person. Like when he wraps his arms around you and breaths into your neck. And pulls you closer into a hug. When you can feel every part of his body against your back. Every part. He's always so warm and soft, his breathing calms me. Or that time when I was dreaming about him sexually and I woke up to me grinding into his dick. He was asleep, but still reacted. He hugged me from behind tightly, grinding back gently, letting out low grunts. Fuck. That's exactly what I didn't want to think about. I look down, I am fully erect again. This time I think I want some actual privacy. I closed my window and locked it, pulling in the shades. I walk over to my door and lock it. Then I walk back to my bed laying down, I put my hand down my briefs slowly working myself up, it felt good, real good but not enough. I need more, I take my briefs off , reach over to my bedside table and open it. I grab the small lube bottle tucked in the back. I haven't exactly used it for this before I started doing those things... but things change huh ? I open it and slab it on my finger and rubbing it around the ring of my hole, I slowly push one finger in and slowly push in and out of myself. Lightly gripping my dick I close my eyes and and go at the same speed. Up and down in and out. I imagine Derek slowly grinding in and out of me, breathing heavy on my neck while he holds onto my hips. Adding another finger. Starting to pick up my pace equally. I breath in sharp and moan, it feels so good. Again my imagination picks up, and Derek is pounding into me faster, he grips my hips tighter. I am so close fuck, I moan again, then my phone rings. Shit. I stop touching myself and pick it up to see the caller ID. Derek. Oh fuck. I pick up. What am I thinking why'd I pick up. "Stiles uh we have a bit of a problem here" he sounds worried, it hasn't even been that long since Jackson left has it? He also sounded a bit nervous, my voice hitching, I am still panting and my dick is pulsing, my hole squeezes my fingers and I accidentally moved. It feels so good, I grind into my fingers making them go deeper, fuck. I bite back a moan  "well t-thats not good is it" I say breathing uneven. There's a pause and I here faint foot steps and a door open and shut. I hear his voice very clear, very deep "are you touching yourself right now?" I panic for a second, "no" a deep scoff comes from the other side of the line "I thought we talked about this."

"is anyone else there"

"no. And I don't think what I'm doing will turn me into a sex addict if that's what your getting at."

I move starting to pull my fingers out,
"Well don't stop now" I pause

"what do you mean? I thought you said something happened."

"I mean keep going"

"On the phone? With.. you?"

"You don't like that?"

"It's not that I don't like it-" I stop myself.

WHAT THE HELL AM I SAYING. What. Is. Happening?!

"Are you fingering yourself" his deep voice plays in my ear. I close my eyes feeling my face heat up extremely,

"Yes" god I don't know how he does it, against my better judgment I told him the truth anyways.

"Good, I want you to push your fingers in slowly, and pull them all the way out at the same speed. Then do it again, but instead of pulling them out, bend your fingers and twist."
I do what he says, pushing in and out slowly, and bending my fingers and twisting.
Fuck, it feels good. I let out a grunt of pleasure, I hear a small groan in my ear.
"Use your other hand to rub yourself, same speed." And I do so. Doing the same thing over and over "speed up" fuck, I can't help it. The low and soft moans turn almost rapid and harsh, I was heavy breathing.
Feeling heat build up, "shit" he says lowly, but I can hear his panting. He's touching himself. The thought and image of Derek touching himself while listening to me on the other side of the phone drives me nuts "a-aha fuck Derek" I moan as I climax, I can feel my hole tighten around my fingers, I am breathing heavy both hands pleasing me, my phone against my shoulder and ear,I can feel them start to cramp, I hear labored breathing "mmm". Holy shit. We just had phone sex. After a few minutes of heavy breathing I here moving and water running. A few seconds later the water is shut off and I hear some rustling, "shit uh I need to get over here like now. I'll see you when you get here" he hangs up. Well damn.

A/n: I didn't revise this one because one- HOLY MOTHER- this chapter is soooo good. I don't understand how I can be so bad at writing but at the same time so good. Like I haven't had this much positivity on anything Iv ever done in a very long time. I absolutely love this chapter and usually I don't read what I write so, I like that I took some time out to fix mistakes and read things over carefully!
- nov 19 2020

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