flirting with danger | sterek

eight

stiles awoke to the gentle rise and fall of derek's chest underneath him. the sunlight shone through the tent onto derek's bare skin, and as stiles slowly started to wake up more, his fingers traced back and forth. he breathed in deeply, taking in every bit of derek as he could. his cologne had warm off a little, only the faintest trace upon his skin.

he shifted closer, feeling his hair bristle against derek's chin. when he looked up, derek's eyes were fluttering open. he smiled up at him, maintaining eye contact as he pressed a kiss onto derek's chest.

"good morning," he whispered. his fingertips were gliding smoothly over derek's ribs, over to the opposite side. derek's hands slid up and down the length of stiles' arms. "morning," he replied.

"so.. how secretive are we gonna be?" stiles asked quietly, wary of the others hearing him.

derek flashed a quick smile at him, the moments from last night washing over him. the best part was that he didn't regret it.

"c'mere," derek cooed, gripping onto stiles' bicep and pulling him up. stiles had a mischievous grin as he picked himself up, pulling himself closer to derek. derek had a grin too, but not for the same reason. he had different intentions than stiles thought.

he let stiles kiss him, only briefly.

"what, you gonna make me try to be quiet? that's how secretive?" stiles felt his heart speed up and his skin get hot as derek's mouth traveled from his lips to his chin, all the way across his jaw.

he turned his face so that derek had more room, his fingers curling into the blanket.

he bit his lip as he felt derek's lips begin to suck at his neck, carefully and articulate.

he let out a low chuckle, his cheek pressed against the top of derek's head. "feels good," he mumbled, listening to the sounds of derek's lips moving against him and the birds singing outside.

suddenly, stiles let out a groan of pain. he pulled back from derek, who had a look on his face. he knew exactly what he was doing. his hand remained on stiles' shoulder, where the source of the pain was. his thumb rubbed small circles into it.

"you motherfucker, you just bit me," stiles said, almost as if he was in disbelief.

derek nodded curtly, a smug smile still plastered over his pretty little face.

"you're gonna have to hide that, that's how secretive," derek whispered. stiles glanced down, but derek had bit him somewhere he couldn't see without a mirror.

"what, you left a mark?" stiles pinned derek down by the shoulders, straddling him. "of course i did," derek replied.

"oh you've got some fucking nerve," stiles mumbled. he reached over to his backpack and pulled out his cellphone.

he handed it to derek, mumbling a small "take a picture, i wanna see."

derek did as he was told, quickly taking a picture of stiles' shoulder. he gave it a small smile of admiration before he handed the phone to stiles.

stiles glanced at the picture, and let out a noise of astoundment. "you bitch," he sneered.

stiles' skin was red and irritated from where derek had bit onto him. derek couldn't take his eyes off the spot, noticing it had gotten even more red.

"what if someone sees it? they're gonna think we're a little kinky," stiles pointed out, and derek let out a dry chuckle. "you better not let anyone see," derek's voice was sultry and enticing.

"i'll try," he shrugged. derek's fingertips brushed over the bruise, down stiles' chest. "if someone sees it, they're coming onto my territory," he jabbed a finger at stiles' collarbone.