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1:14 AM Derek
1:14 AM I m drunk
1:15 AM Pick me up plesse
1:16 AM I want your codk
1:16 AM codk
1:16 AM COCK
1:23 AM Where are you?
1:25 AM Dropped pin.
Derek honestly expected the drunk texts a lot sooner. Stiles left for prom earlier that evening with Lydia and a promise, that even though he was spending the night with her, he wouldn’t end it with her.
While they refused to put a label on it, Stiles and Derek had been fooling around for a couple of months now. What started as relief after a mission gone wrong turned into spending all of their free time together and well, to put it into laymen’s terms, fucking constantly. While they kept it extremely private and never talked about it with anyone, everyone still obviously knew. Their friends were somehow gracious enough to never bring it up in front of them, and the Sheriff was happy pretending that a 23-year-old man was not having sex with his son under his own roof thank you very much. Stiles was 18 and grown enough to make his own decisions, but there was just too much trauma in Derek’s past for him to fully commit to anything.
And yet at 1:30 in the morning, Derek found himself driving across town to a prom afterparty to pick up a seriously drunk Stiles.
He pulled up to the lavish brick house on the other side of town, groggy and in sweatpants, with the intention to grab Stiles and go. Walking up to the house he took note of all the drunk reckless teenagers making out and sighed. Having never been to his own prom, this was probably the closest he would ever get. It wasn’t far off from what he envisioned.
The bright red front door was wide open, and Derek walked in, breathing in the sweat and alcohol scented air trying to search out Stiles and the pack. He couldn’t pick anything up, so he made his way to the glass doors in the back that opened up to the spacious backyard. Almost immediately he heard Stiles’ spirited laugh. They were all sitting at the far end of the yard, Lydia, Cora, and Isaac on the swinging bench, Alison sitting on Scott’s lap on a folding chair, and Erica, Boyd, and Stiles spread out on the grass in front of them. They each had red cups in their hands, he assumed full of various types of alcohol, mixed with wolfsbane in the case of the wolves.
Cora scented him first, locking eyes with him across the yard. She smirked and rolled her eyes before gesturing him over with a nod of her head.
Derek took a deep breath, ready to endure the ruthless mirth of his pack, before making his way over to them.
“Well, well, well, look who it is! I guess I owe you $20 Erica,” exclaimed Isaac.
The rest of the pack took notice of him and laughed raucously as Isaac pulled out his wallet and handed over a $20 bill to Erica.
“Derek! Jesus, finally!” Stiles slurred as he clumsily made his way to his feet, staggering over to Derek’s sturdy frame. He wrapped his arms around Derek’s shoulders before sloppily crushing their lips together. The rest of the pack whooped and hollered while Derek snuck his hands onto Stiles’ waist, flipping them off behind Stiles’ back in the process.
“This is certainly different,” commented Lydia with raised eyebrows before taking a sip of her drink.
Stiles peeled himself off Derek’s lips and turned to face the group, still hanging from his shoulders. “Oh shush, it’s not like you all didn’t know what was happening,” he exclaimed.
“Knowing and seeing are two very different things,” Scott shuddered.
The group laughed again before Alison commented, “You missed a great prom, Derek! Stiles really tore it up on the dance floor.”
“I can only imagine,” said Derek, fully knowing Stiles’ preferred wild dance moves.
“You know it’s too bad. Stiles was the perfect prom date! But for some reason, he just wouldn’t put out! Can’t imagine why that is…” Lydia added, shooting a fierce look at Derek.
“Are you ready to go?” Derek quietly asked Stiles with desperation in his eyes.
“Sure am baby! Let’s blow this popsicle stand!” Stiles smiled before grabbing his hand and dragging him towards the house. “See you fools tomorrow!” he yelled without turning back.
Derek looked over his shoulders, gave an exasperated look, held up his free hand in a feeble attempt to wave goodbye, and followed Stiles into the house.
As they walked through the crowded living room, Derek took note of the large kitchen on the right and murmured into his ear, “Maybe let’s get you some water so you don’t puke in my car?” before guiding Stiles’ very drunk body to the less crowded room.
“Aw, I love it when you take care of me,” Stiles cooed and hopped up onto a free spot on the counter.
Derek found a clean red solo cup, filled it with water from the sink to Stile’s right, and handed it to him. Stiles gave him a big grin and thanked him while he took the cup from his hand. He then trapped Derek’s waist between his legs while dutifully gulping down the water.
Stiles was always more touchy-feely when he was drunk, and tonight was certainly no exception. Usually, Derek had no problem with it and typically enjoyed their scents being wrapped up in each other, but being in front of all these people added a level of discomfort that he tried to ignore.
Stile’s finished the water and handed back the cup to Derek. “Do you want another?” Derek asked.
Stiles nodded and Derek delicately removed himself from his legs.
As Derek filled the cup with more water, a blonde girl with a disheveled updo, likely leftover from the dance, walked over exclaiming “Oh my god Stiles! I didn’t know you were here! We need to take a lab-partner selfie!” and pulled out her iPhone to take a picture with him. Derek raised his eyebrows and handed over the once again full cup of water to Stiles.
Stiles thanked him with his eyes and took the cup with his right hand, leaning on his shoulder with his left arm, effectively including him in the conversation.
The girl looked at Stiles expectantly, tucking a piece of nonexistent hair behind her ear, waiting for an introduction.
“Jess this is Derek, Derek this is my lab partner Jess. This is actually her house! We made physics our bitch this semester!”
Jess giggled, “We totally did! We were a total dream team!” She paused before looking back at Derek, “Do you go to Beacon Hills Derek? I don’t think I’ve seen you around.”
“Uh-“ Derek started before Stiles interrupted, “Derek’s a little bit older so you wouldn’t know him.” Stiles winked and Derek gave him an unimpressed look.
“Oh,” Jess paused with a confused look on her face. “Well, we’re about to start another round of beer pong, do you wanna be my partner for old time’s sake?” she added.
Stiles gave a toothy smile before he took another sip of his water, “Aw man, thanks but we’re just about to head out. Mr. Responsible here is trying to sober me up before we hit the road.”
“Ha! Good luck with that!” she replied. “You two have fun, don’t forget your tux!” she grinned, shrugging off the conversation before grabbing two cans of beer from the cooler at their feet and leaving the kitchen.
Stiles gasped “My tux! My dad will totally kill me if I don’t return it tomorrow.”
Derek groaned, “Where is it?”
“In the office in the front of the house, we can totally just grab it and go, don’t worry,” Stiles reassured him and gave him another long tonguey kiss to calm his nerves. He then downed his second cup of water and hopped off the counter, stumbling a little on the way.
He grabbed Derek’s hand once again and led him back through the busy house to a closed-door near the front. “It’s just in here, I hung it on the curtain rod,” Stiles told him as he reached for the door handle and gave it a turn.
“What the hell, it’s locked!” Stiles complained as he wiggled the handle over again.
He pounded his fists on the door and yelled “Hey, unlock the door! My tux is in there and I gotta go!”
“Go away, we’re having a serious conversation in here!” replied a voice. “Yeah, fuck off!” replied another.
“Ugh, Derek can you just break down the door?”
“Stiles, I’m not going to break down the door.”
“Why not? I’ve seen you break down plenty of doors.”
“Yes, when someone’s in danger.”
“I’m in danger of my dad killing me if I don’t return my tux to the rental place tomorrow,” Stiles moaned as he slumped up against the wall next to the door. “I’m also in danger of a serious case of blue balls if we don’t get out of here soon enough,” he added, looking directly into Derek’s eyes and discretely guiding his hand to the front of his jeans where Derek felt him half hard.
Derek widened his eyes and Stiles pulled him in closer, grinding their hips together. “I want you so fucking bad,” Stiles whispered before once again capturing Derek’s lips with his own. He licked into Derek’s mouth, desperate for closeness as his fingers crept into the waistband of Derek’s sweatpants.
Derek almost let himself get pulled into the tantalizing drunk world that Stiles was currently inhabiting before the crash of something breakable hitting the floor broke through the fog and brought him back into reality.
Derek jumped back and cleared his throat, “Christ Stiles, we are not alone right now. You can’t be doing that.”
Stiles rolled his eyes and smirked. “Fine, I’ll keep it PG-13,” and he pulled Derek back into his space, keeping his arms respectfully wrapped around his neck.
Derek tilted his head back and made a quick prayer to grant him strength before propping himself against the wall with one hand and placing the other on Stiles’ waist. Stiles gave him an impish grin and puckered his lips to ask Derek for another kiss. Derek responded with a quick peck.
“Did you have a good time?” Derek asked.
“Mmm, too bad you didn’t see me. I looked very sexy in my tux,” Stiles responded. Derek didn’t doubt that. “I wish you were there. Lydia’s not as good of a dancer as you are,” Stiles joked. “Did you miss us all?”
“Yes, I cried the entire time you were gone,” Derek replied sarcastically.
Stiles laughed, “You softie! I bet you did!” He snuggled his face into Derek’s neck and gave it a light kiss. “You didn’t miss much. Just Principal Snyder threatening to kick Boyd and Erica off the dancefloor for not leaving enough room for Jesus,” he murmured into his neck.
“Oh god.”
“Do you want me to show you some of their moves?” Stiles asked excitedly while extricating his head from where it was resting on Derek’s shoulder. He then began to grind his hips back into Derek’s in a slow and sensual rhythm. Derek sucked in a quick breath. “And then they did something like this,” Stiles added. He unclasped his hands from behind Derek’s neck and slowly dragged them down his chest as he bent his knees and lowered himself to the ground.
As Stiles’ mouth got a little too close to a spot that Principal Snyder would definitely not be ok with, Derek hoisted him back up to eye level. “I thought we were going to keep it PG-13,” he reminded him.
Stiles pouted. “You’re no fun,” he whined as he wrapped his arms around Derek’s neck once again.
Derek chuckled. “That’s kind of my M.O.” he responded. “I promise we can have fun as soon as we get out of here,” he added.
Stiles’ pout quickly turned back into a smile. “I’m sure we could find an empty bathroom or something.”
“You are insatiable,” Derek replied and closed the distance between them in as he pulled Stiles in for a lazy kiss. Stiles happily reciprocated, sneaking in his tongue into Derek’s mouth as he relaxed his body against the wall.
Derek guessed they might be waiting for a while, so they might as well enjoy themselves.
That’s how the rest of the pack found them ten minutes later, lazily making out up against the wall ignoring the party that raged on around them.
“What are you guys still doing here!?” Scott exclaimed. We thought you guys left like 20 minutes ago.”
Derek pushed himself away from the wall and Stiles with a guilty grimace on his face and attempted to smooth his hair down from where Stiles’ fingers had been raking through seconds earlier.
“I left my tux in there,” Stiles explained. “And some people think they can just lock the door and keep people from their valuables!” he added loudly while pounding on the door.
At that moment the door sprung open and two of Stiles’ classmates emerged with annoyed expressions. “Alright Stilinski, keep your pants on. We’re done in here. You can get your shit.” They nodded their heads at the pack and made their way to the rest of the party.
“Finally!” Stiles exclaimed as he scrambled into the office to find his tux.
Derek looked up at the rest of the pack where they all were staring at him with various incredulous faces.
“Don’t say a word,” growled Derek.
“Dude you are so fucked,” stated Boyd.
“I think that’s the point,” Isaac said with a smirk.
Derek sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. “The sheriff is going to kill me,” he muttered.
The pack erupted in laughter.
“I think it’s sweet!” Allison cooed.
“You ready to go?” Stiles had returned to the office door with his tux in-hand. He looked eager to continue what he and Derek had started, and Derek couldn’t blame him. Images of Stiles naked and writhing underneath him, begging for him to come inside him, flooded his brain.
Out of the corner of his eye, Derek saw Scott scrunch up is nose in disgust in response to the waves of lust both Stiles and Derek were emitting. Definitely time to go then.
Derek and Stiles said their goodbyes once more and headed out the front door and into the night.