Sterek One-Shots Book One (BoyxBoy)

What Happens In Dorm 3C, Stays In Dorm 3C (Sequel to WHIG, SIG)(Mature Content)

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     "American darling?" Derek hears, and he whips his head around to look to see the one person he didn't think he would ever see again. Stiles looks good, Derek thinks. He has been thinking about the Irishman entirely to often to be normal, and he wonders if Stiles thinks about him any since that day. Stiles is standing at the edge of the room, and he gently shuts the door. Derek opens his mouth to say something, but he probably just looks like a fish gasping for breath.

      "Hey." Derek breathes out, internally cringing at how awkward he sounds. Stiles just looks at him blinking his eyes slowly as if he cannot believe that Derek is actually here, and he smirks to himself. "How have you-" Derek starts, but he is cut off by Stiles slamming his lips on to his, and Derek makes a surprised noise while Stiles jams his tongue into Derek's mouth. Derek taps Stiles' thighs with his hands, and Stiles thankfully gets the message because he jumps into Derek's arm before wrapping his legs around Derek's waist.

     Stiles breaks off the kiss to pepper hot, opened mouthed kisses against the side of Derek's face and Derek can feel his hot breath fan his face. "Sorry, I cut you off." Stiles pants, and Derek chuckles softly. Stiles tangles his hand into Derek's hair to pull on it while he sucks a mark on Derek's neck near his collarbone. Stiles starts to slip, and Derek grabs Stiles' ass to steady him causing Stiles to groan loudly. "Derek." Stiles whispers, and Derek smirks before he pulls Stiles into another hot kiss. Stiles tastes just the same as Derek remembers, and his head is spinning with the taste. Derek turns before he drops Stiles onto his bed, or Stiles' he isn't sure which one was his, and he crawls in between Stiles' parted legs.

      Derek opens his mouth to say something, but he is cut off when Stiles drags him into another searing kiss that has him seeing stars. They're both panting hard, and Derek nips at Stiles' neck as he lets his hands roam over Stiles' body. He notices that Stiles' hair has grown out some since the last time he saw him, and fucked him Derek thinks, and he tangles his hands into it just to see if the brown hair is as soft as it looks. It is, Derek thinks. Derek is brought out of his daydream when Stiles impatiently pulls on the bottom of Derek's shirt, and Derek lets him take it off. "Fucking gorgeous." Stiles mumbles, and Derek is pretty sure he blushes.

    "Not as much as you." Derek tells him, and Stiles snorts but looks pleased at the compliment all the same. Derek snakes his hand under Stiles' shirt to pull it up over his head, and he runs his thumb a small tattoo of the name "Claudia" that Stiles must have gotten after the festival. He wonders who she is, that she is lucky to know Stiles, and he almost stops thinking that Stiles has someone else that is missing him.

     "It's my mam's name, she's gone." Stiles tells him, and Derek kissing him in consolation. Derek's father had died when he was just a child, so he knows the grief of losing a parent. Derek thinks that he'll tell Stiles about him when they aren't doing what their doing now. Derek leans down to unbuckle Stiles' jeans, that are tented in anticipation, and Stiles moves to let Derek takes them off of him. Derek runs his hands over the skin of Stiles' thighs that are covered with light colored hairs, and he pushes his thumbs in just hard enough to leave marks that will fade quickly. Derek drags his lips over Stiles' chest while Stiles pets at Derek's hair while breathes heavily, and Derek just lightly brushes his hand over Stiles' boxer covered cock. Stiles gasps in surprise while he buckles his hips forward, and tightens his hand in Derek's hair. "American darling." Stiles gasps, and Derek grins down at him.