And In Return...

Left Unsaid

Stiles began catching his breath, finally paying mind to the position Derek held him in. He felt a bulge pressed eagerly against his bottom, something he guessed the prurient wolf did on purpose. After hearing Derek's crude comment, Stiles tried to relax, let off that he wasn't at all nervous.

In an attempted calm voice, Stiles inquired, "So you went to Scott's?"

"I did." affirmed Derek, breath grazing the boy's ear.

Stiles cringed, trying to ignore the luscious tone in which he spoke, "And?"

Derek began to rock, hips swaying softly against Stiles, "And I'm teaching him control."

The boy bit his inner lip, and said in a strained voice, "What'd you tell him to do?"

Derek sighed, hands curving from Stiles' hips to his front pockets, "I don't wanna talk about Scott." His lips closed on the shell of Stiles' ear, hands tempting further into his pockets, "I don't wanna talk about anything."

Stiles shivered, eyes sealing shut as Derek's sensational hands palmed his jean covered length. The wolf smirked, feeling Stiles twitch beneath his fingers. "You like it when I touch you there?" Derek whispered, nibbling gently on the boy's ear.

"No." Stiles lied, tugging uselessly at Derek's arms.

"Yes you do." the handsy beta snickered, lips beginning to suckle on Stiles' neck.

He loosened, throat humming a blissful serenade as Derek buried his face, lips kissing Stiles' chilled skin. On accident of course, the teenager tilted his head, giving Derek more access to his pulse pumping neck. Pleased, the wolf took advantage, one hand sliding up to hold Stiles' stomach. The grip made his breathing grew heavier, his own hips uncontrollably grinding against Derek's excitement. The eager beta kissed a tender spot in Stiles' neck, a fluttery tickle rattling his spine. He whimpered, Derek stiffening at the weakly silent plea for more. The wolf growled through his lips, grabbing Stiles' hands and slamming him against the stair column. He gasped, stomach now against the wood poster as Derek kept the back of his wrists pinned. The aroused beta was soon pressing against him, the hard bulge in his jeans mercilessly pushed to Stiles' bottom. He rested his forehead on the surprisingly smooth wood, mouth hanging open as Derek held his hips, rubbing against Stiles in whatever motion he pleased. The boy took deep breaths, trying not to moan or give any hint that he was enjoying this. But Derek knew, he felt Stiles' muscles buckle in desire, heartbeat puttering loudly. Ceasing his movement, the curious wolf glanced down, now slipping his hands into Stiles' back pockets. He clenched his teeth, breathing only through his nose as Derek's hands cupped his bottom. The teenager felt a deep gaze eyeing him, turning his head to obey as their lips crashed together. Still against the stair column, Stiles tried to push off, circling his body to face Derek. His hands slipped from the boys pockets, holding the sides of his face. Stiles had to admit that he liked it more when Derek was gentle, when he didn't slam him against things and take what he wanted rather than let Stiles give it to him. It made him feel like a person with real choices not just a thing that Derek loved to play with.

The worried beta used all of his strength to pull away, sensing an immediate change in Stiles' mind, "What's wrong?"

Shocked that Derek would notice, Stiles shook his head, "Nothing."

"Don't lie to me." said the wolf, eyes softening.

"I-I just" the unsure teenager stuttered, "I don't-"

"You don't want to be here." Derek interrupted, features sinking into a dark yet familiar loneliness.

For a minute, Stiles was silent, debating in his mind if that was true. Looking up at the wolf widely, he said, "Well I'm here, aren't I?"

Derek gave a sad smile, intertwining their lips for a passionately tender yet short kiss. Looking deep into Stiles' caramel eyes, he said, "You should go home."

He swallowed, not believing he actually felt the urge to stay, "I-I don't have to. I can-"

"Stiles," Derek silenced him, a thumb smoothing across the boy's cheek, "go home."

He glanced at the wolf's lips, having to resist from kissing them all night. He wanted to say he was sorry, that he actually did want to be here but the words just wouldn't come out. Due to confusion and guilt, Stiles did as he was told, walking quickly out of the Hale house.

As the door shut, Derek closed his eyes, wondering why he ever put hope into something impossible. He was nothing to Stiles, and he'd probably stay nothing. In fact, Derek couldn't remember a time that he was anything to anybody.

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