18: If You Dare – Part 8

The walk back was pretty much the same as before. They took short cuts and back roads and had to get through the school again to get to the car. In case some of their watchers were still on the roof assuming they were in the vault all the time. They might have to pull this trick more often and so Derek didn't want to give it away yet, even though it was a hassle to take the detour.

They were sweaty and covered by soot so it could be mistaken for them taking advantage of being alone in the vault to have sex. To make it seem even more like that, he ruffled their hair to make it stick out a little more and look like there was an attempt to make it look normal.

"Drive through? We need a lot of carbs to make up for some of the loss." The vault closed behind them and the jeep was right where they had left it, no scents added so the alpha hadn't messed with it or had gotten close to it.

"I think we need to change your diet if this is normal for you. You burn more than you can eat." Werewolves did too but to them that wasn't a problem. They could go without food for much longer than a human body could. But no wonder Stiles was getting so skinny. Derek's face told Stiles that the werewolf was going to be all over it, more than he had already. The werewolf settled into the passenger's seat, not even asking if he could drive, they had that discussion a few times already. Apparently he ground the gears too much, or so his mate claimed, forever protective of his Roscoe.

As if Derek didn't know how to drive stick-shift. Pffft.

Looking at his mate as he buckled up, Stiles rolled his eyes. "Okay, fine, I agree to the change in diet only because you are right about me burning through food faster than I can eat." It was true. Since their mating and his Spark being really ignited and all the sex and stress in their lives, he did loose quite a few pounds and he wasn't comfortable with that as well as he didn't want to worry his mate and dad by getting sickly thin. He was still in the okay if someone asked him, but yes, it couldn't continue like this. Derek had a point when saying that Stiles' clothes looked better on Derek than the human himself.

"Drive thru it is! I need my burgers and curly fries!" he beamed, not at all bothered by the 'just after sex' facade they had to put up to maintain their cover. Though he cleaned their faces with some wet wipes from the glove compartment.

There was some spluttering when Stiles had retrieved the wet wipes and had grabbed Derek's chin to clean his face because being 'momed' like that was new to him. Nobody had dared to mom him before and his glare and pout said as much. Which of course his mate had ignored with a cackle to clean his own face in the mirror, gaining a heavy eyeroll in the process.

Then he began driving in a pretty good mood, humming along to the songs on the radio.

"You think they suspect anything?" he asked after a few minutes just when he pulled up to a McDonald’s and stopped behind the car in front of them.

"Yeah, I'm sure they do. Zepar's no idiot but since they have nothing to prove it with, they're out of luck." He had a feeling the other alpha would only be amused by it. It seemed like all of this was more a game to him, something he had to play and enjoyed to a degree because the game had begun anyways. The question was: was Zepar a pawn or the hand making the moves?

Derek didn't bother reading the menu of the drive through, Stiles would ramble an order anyways. He knew what the alpha liked and was the resident specialist on all things junk food. He was fine leaning back in his seat to watch the human being in a good mood, long fingers tapping along the music and an elbow on the rolled down window so he could lean his head on his hand. It revealed a long neck, especially when Stiles leaned into the speaker to ramble off their order, whiskey-colored eyes glancing back at Derek in case he'd protest and wanted something else. Of course, he had to wink too as they were waiting and the wolf's stomach was back to flutter mode. Just like that.

It was ridiculous how in love he was with this man. One wink and Derek was a puddle in his seat. At least Stiles was used to Derek not being the talkative one and happily rambled on while Derek dug out his wallet and handed it over to his mate while they drove to the next window. Soon he got a lap full of richly smelling bags of hot food as well as his wallet.

"You ordered me the hot apple pie." He could smell it above everything else. Derek loved the hot apple pie they fried in batter. And Stiles knew it well. Simple things, of course they knew their likes and dislikes but… it still moved him into a stupid grin.

Driving out back into traffic, Stiles grinned at Derek briefly before refocusing on the road. "Of course I did. Two pieces for you, one for me!" he shrugged, knowing how much Derek liked that dessert (no wonder Beth had a bad sweet tooth too...). "I thought you heard it while I ordered. Where was your mind?" he lightly frowned as he took a turn to the left and parked at the edge of a park.

Of course, he felt Derek getting all soft and romantic while ordering, but he didn't point that out just basked in it. There were such moments for both of them. When they realized over and over again how much they loved each other and such. Which was – according to the books and Deaton – a very natural thing not just for mates but for people in love in general too.

"My mind was on you. I didn't pay attention to what you ordered." Admittedly, it was a tactic Derek used sometimes around his mate because he loved Stiles, he really did. But the human had a tendency to go into these long rants or babbles and they were mainly for Stiles to get some of his frustration or excitement out, and it wasn't really meant for Derek personally. Because he didn't want to hear about some Easter eggs in Harry Potter movies but he didn't want to keep Stiles from venting either so he'd nod along and watch him instead. They can have long discussions about the X-men and Avengers and Star Wars. They can have heated arguments about the merits of certain crystals or deep talks about certain myths and their feelings. But sometimes Derek just... didn't listen when he knew he didn't have to.

"Come on, big guy! Let's have some romantic twilight dinner," Stiles chuckled and reached right into Derek's lap with an outright dirty look to open... one of the bags and get himself his curly fries. Luckily – for now – he didn't feel like being followed so maybe they can actually have a peaceful dinner in the Jeep, watching the last colors of the sunset paint the horizon.

The bags were kept in Derek’s lap because of the stupid leer Stiles shot him each time he got frisky with their food. They were like kids at times, shamelessly so. Derek's fries were the usual French ones without ketchup and the Hale busied himself with those as he watched Stiles stuff his mouth full while his eyes were on the slowly disappearing sun.

"You take me to all the romantic places," Derek deadpanned as he opened the lid to his shake so he could dip the fries in. Him having a sweet tooth? Nah, never. Or so he claimed out loud while loading up daily on sugary intake like cookies or pie or ice cream. The only thing he did take without sugar was his coffee and that was what he used to deny it.

Maybe that's why he was so hungry for Stiles, because he was always tasting like sugar and cinnamon. Well, he was definitely in a mood, because he was getting all heart-eyes again while watching the human attempting to get a handful of fries in his mouth.

"Well, what did you expect? I'm the master of romantic gestures!" Stiles snorted and dipped some of his curly fries into Derek's shake. If anyone else than he or Beth tried that, they'd get death glares and maybe even a punch in the face, but Stiles was an exception. And he loved that. And the heart-eyed looks and warm feelings from his mate. But instead of commenting on it, he stuffed the dipped fries into his mouth too with another wink and leaned back in his seat with a happy little sound.

Derek wasn't a fan of sharing his food, or even eating when others were around. He remembered one time he and Isaac had been sharing a pizza and Scott had barged in, looking all surprised because he had managed to catch Derek eating. Apparently many of them thought he never ate or lived on bunnies he caught out in the woods, which surprise, he wasn't. He was a private person, eating was a private thing he didn't want to be commented on. And of course, when he had heard about bets being made on what he ate, back then, he made certain to keep it hidden on purpose, the teens never realizing they were being trolled. He had gotten better at sharing. Well, kind of. At least Stiles and Beth were free to take off his plate so he didn't blink when Stiles dipped into the shake.

"You know...” Stiles started. “Despite an eventful and we can say successful day, I have to admit that I missed this. Just the two of us spending time together. Eating, watching the sunset. Like on a date. It's been a while since we were on a real date night."

With all the shit they had to deal with lately, it was no wonder. For a while – after Derek's insanity nearly completely took over or when Derek nearly died, twice – there were times when Stiles doubted that they'd ever have such moments again.

"I love it," he admitted, looking through the windshield as he absently licked his fingers clean one by one from the salt then reached into Derek's lap to... retrieve his burger. And boy, he was happy that he had no 'no eating in the car' rule, because this was so much more fun than doing it while sitting on a bench in the park.

"I'd like to have a normal date with you some day. Do stupid things like bowling or miniature golf and whatever else is out there. Go see a movie and eat stale popcorn while you talk during the entire thing and steal sips from my large coke." Their dates have been stolen moments like these, and sure, they had made the best out of situations like shopping and such, had made it their own so it had felt like dates but… it wasn't the same and Derek was aware of that. Stiles deserved cheesy dates.

Right now though, Derek's mind wasn't on dates, his mind was on the way Stiles licked at his fingers and sucked them clean of the salt, which did things to what was hiding under the bags of food. It happily twitched when Stiles reached for his burger and Derek had to remind himself to eat instead of staring at the human taking a big bite out of the juicy burger. Watching Stiles eat was like watching porn.

Shifting a little, Derek plucked at his fries before ditching them in the bag to get his own burger. It was a simple cheeseburger which he could eat within a few bites so he could be done with it and go back to watching Stiles lost in eating.

While chewing and concentrating extra hard on keeping the burger in one piece and the salad pieces at least in the wrapper instead of his lap, Stiles hummed and managed to lick some sauce from the corner of his mouth without biting off his tongue.

"I'd really love any of those dates," he agreed with a dreamy look on his face as he swallowed. "You just made me realize that we really haven't been on any classical dates. Well, if we don't count the times we cooked at my old house and in the loft or the engagement, I think we only ever been on one date. Which wasn't traditional in the slightest... well, okay, we had the sex on the backseat cliche," he snorted with a small smile before he took another huge bite, making his cheeks bulge like a chipmunk's.

"We could like..." he paused and chewed faster, realizing that his mouth was too full to talk and eat at the same time without spitting pieces all over the place. So he picked up his coke from the cup holder and helped wash the food down with some of the soda. "So... we could like go to a Star Wars marathon when they play them again. Or watch some superhero or sappy chick flick on a late night screening. Or just go out for a real dinner. Not like this," he gestured with his free hand around, meaning them eating in the car at a park still sweaty and dirty from their training. "Don't get me wrong, I love these too, but yeah, you get my drift..." he shrugged and finally managed to stuff the last big bite into his mouth.

"Aren't you eating your pies?" he raised a brow in a minute, his tongue chasing the straw a bit before he caught it and sucked on it. He thought that by now Derek was going to be enjoying the apple pies he loved so much.

"What?"

Right, the apple pies, he had forgotten about those because he had been too busy watching Stiles being Stiles. It was ridiculous because it wasn't as if his mate would eat sensually to make it like porn, he pretty much just stuffed his mouth as full as possible. He'd only stop talking if his mouth was too full and there was danger of spraying it everywhere but only then, and his cheeks would bulge with how full they were. He'd lick his fingers between bites and then would happily touch everything with his messy fingers and he drank his soda by chasing after the straw with his tongue, taking it in deep to suck while food was still in his mouth and would wash it all down. Stiles was one of the messiest eaters Derek knew, and yet the wolf was mesmerized by him.

And incredibly turned on to the point of it being a too noticeable problem if there were no bags to hide it.

Screw it. Derek leaned sideways to crowd Stiles against the door, taking the large soda away from him to put in the cup holder. He eagerly kissed the now empty mouth, which still tasted like burger and cola, his tongue licking into the moist cavern to explore. Apple pie be damned, he was hungry for Stiles only.

Stiles would've lied if he didn't notice Derek's horny vibes. Hell, he could even smell the arousal even over the heavy smell of fast food. But he was too preoccupied with silencing his bottomless stomach and daydreaming about dates.

So he was a bit surprised when the werewolf made his move on him and he found his mouth full of tongue instead of food in the next moment. He might or might not have made a surprised little squeaking sound as his back hit the door with a light thud and he heard the bags tumbling off Derek's lap. Not that he had any chance of commenting on it because he was too busy melting into the hungry kiss.

God, how he'd missed it when Derek initiated things and showing how crazy he was for him! It always made that warm feeling quickly spread through his chest. Dropping the empty burger wrapper onto the floor, he cupped Derek's cheek with one hand, fingers raking through the dark hair. His other hand held onto a shoulder as he opened his mouth more for his mate and kissed him back just as passionately, loving how the stubble was rubbing against his chin and mouth, making his skin tingle just as much as Derek's scent and closeness did.

For a moment Derek thought Stiles wasn't into it when he froze in surprise, but it didn't last long. The muscles relaxed against him and Stiles started to kiss him back just as eagerly. It wasn't as if they were in the parking lot of the McDonald's, it was a park and it wasn't crowded since it was dinner time. Even if it was, chances were Derek wouldn't be holding back anyways, because he was too eager to taste his mate.

Their kiss was frantic and deep, the wolf's hands going to the human's shirt to slide under the fabric, getting at naked skin. So warm and sweaty, it felt good to let them roam, the scent of his unwashed mate only more of an enticement to keep going. He tugged the shirt up a little so he could get at the nipples, feeling like a man possessed which was all Stiles' fault.

Clearly eating wasn't something they should do together, it would end up in sex all the time even though he scolded the other for losing weight. Stiles was never going to put anything on if they kept at it like this. He'll make Stiles eat both apple pies to make up for it.

Stiles' head got dizzy in record time from his mate's carnal hunger for him and the hands on his body, his nipples hardening fast and a moan slipped him. His cock was definitely taking interest in what was going on regardless of the 'where'. Since Derek's latest resurrection they've been quite busy with recovering and trying to train and figure out a plan that would push out Zepar and his minions from town to get all hands on with each other. Now that seemed to show...

"Derek..." Stiles whispered hoarsely, his hands caressing the already messy hair and the slightly damp fabric of the other man's shirt on his broad back. And wow, his jeans got suddenly waaaay to uncomfortable and tight. "What... what are you doing? We're in the park... Someone can... see us. THEY can see us..." he chuckled, not really making any attempts to push the horny werewolf off him because every touch and kiss felt so damn good. And boy, who did turn on the heat in the car? Because all of a sudden in felt several degrees hotter in there.

"Don't care," Derek muttered against the tempting lips, not even peeking around them to make sure they were alone. There were no sounds that would indicate there were people close enough for a werewolf to pick up on. There were cars passing by on the road, sure, but they weren't able to see into the front of the car with how it was parked facing the park. Yes, THEY could see them, but with how they had been watched for a while now, they probably had seen more than either human or wolf would be happy with. It was too late to have modesty around their stalkers. Let them watch.

He leaned in closer, the seat creaking as it had to handle the weight of two males now, and he licked a strip of skin in his mate's neck. It was salty, the taste of sweat and dust hitting his tongue as he nibbled his way upwards to an earlobe. "I want you, don't want to wait." It was a heated whisper in the ear before he sucked at the lobe, his fingers plucking at a hardened nipple.

It was dinner time, it was still light out since the sun hadn't disappeared yet, but it was on it's way. Soon people were going to come out for their evening jogs and walk their dogs, soon they weren't going to be alone so Derek knew they couldn't do it here.

Stiles' eyes rolled back into his head and he gasped from all the exciting sensations running through him from Derek's attention on his nipple and neck, his senses getting filled with his lust and scent and WANT. God, how he loved it! It all made him so hard so fast that he felt dizzy again. And the fact that Derek wouldn't care if others or their stalkers would see more than what was decent...

"Home. Now!" he slid a hand to curl it around Derek's dirty shirt on his chest but before pushing him a bit back, he stole another heated kiss, which left him throbbing in his pants. For a moment he thought it was going to tear along the seams, but of course that didn't happen. "Not giving dad the shame of getting arrested for public indecency so... you'll have to wait for at least that long," he bit Derek's bottom lip and slid his hand down to cup the other just as prominent bulge for a good squeeze.

"Now... back off a bit, my horny wolf!" he chuckled, finally pushing at Derek's chest so Stiles could fumble with the key in the ignition. Which was kinda hard with the distraction of a very gorgeous man horny for him leaning right into his personal space. But somehow Roscoe came alive under them and using muscle memory, Stiles backed out of the parking lot, eyes strictly on the road and making sure to keep the speed limit because no accident was needed right now with the boners they had.

There was the temptation for Derek to get a mouth full of what was hidden behind the tented jeans but knowing Stiles, he'd crash the car and they'd not get what they wanted. Stiles didn't do too well with distractions and there was nothing sexy about a trip to the hospital. So he backed off, settling back in his seat, taking the bag with the apple pie still in the cartons and gave one of them to his mate so he had something to concentrate on with his mouth.

"Guess you better hurry," Derek told him, unzipping his pants after he had thumbed the button open. The leather jacket was draped on his knees, ready to grab it in case there was the risk of indecent exposure. Which was a real risk since there were traffic lights in Beacon Hills and the Hale had just pulled out his erection from his underwear. "You wouldn't want me to finish without you."

He leaned back in his seat, glancing at Stiles as he wrapped a hand around himself, his thumb brushing over the head when he pulled the foreskin down. The digit came away wet. With flourish Derek sucked on his thumb as he slowly brought it to his mouth, tasting himself.

Stiles did take the opportunity to stuff his mouth with some apple pie instead of dick. That'd be more acceptable while driving, right? Though... choking on it while seeing from the corner of his eye what Derek was doing was definitely not a good thing. So he had to really concentrate not to gasp and inhale the bite in his mouth. The knuckles of his hand on the wheel turned white from the force he grabbed it with and with the other hand he nearly squeezed the liquid filling of the half-eaten pie out.

"Jesus, Derek..." he groaned and fidgeted a bit in the driver's seat in an attempt to make his pants less uncomfortable. He failed. Spectacularly. And might have stepped on the gas a bit more to get home faster.

Five more minutes... He'll have to endure this sensual torture only five more minutes before they'd leap at each other and... The sexual tension in the car skyrocketed and Stiles forgot to actually take a bite from the pie after he shifted gears, so it was just hanging in his mouth as he stole glances of how Derek was tasting his own pre-cum, and of the exposed flushed dick.

Fuck, fuck, fuck...

He so wanted to pull down to the side of the road and switch the pie for that other salty deliciousness!

Realizing that he could tease Derek back just as good, he quickly stuffed the rest of the pie in his mouth and tossed the paper container down onto the floor as he chewed and swallowed the food quickly. He shifted gears again before they stopped by a traffic lamp and checked to see if some other cars were around. There weren't so he not so sneakily moved his right hand from the gear shift to wrap around the hard dick instead, smearing more beams of pre-cum down on its length, his grip firm and shameless as he kept pumping the thick shaft, his eyes checking the lamp and Derek's reactions in turns.

The arousal in the car was heady, especially when the human's flared up to where they were both about ten seconds away from tearing each other's clothes off. Not even the apple pie shoved into that skilled mouth was distracting enough, though it did please Derek that he had managed to make his mate eat more and it was a good oral picture to see how well that mouth could gobble up the pie. But what really got to Derek, what really made him moan was to see how much it affected Stiles what he was doing. How his mate was close to putting the car aside and jump him, his fingers clutching at the wheel so tightly that if he had been werewolf, it would have broken. Derek did that.

It was a rush to him, made him part his mouth and lick his lips with a needy whine, when a hand reached over to grope him. It was so... kinky! Here they were in a car on the streets, others could pull up and look into the car and get an eyeful. Derek didn't even care, he grabbed at the upholstery of the car as he spread his legs, using his feet to push himself up into the hold.

"I want to be inside you so badly. I want you like I never wanted anybody," the werewolf panted, wanting to fuck up into the hand more but that would definitely show so he gave the human a heated look, shoving his pants down a little more.

"I want that too! God... so fucking much! Feel you impale me on this..." Stiles squeezed the wet shaft and gave it a few more pulls just when the lamp turned to yellow. He quickly pulled his hand back then and sucked some pre-cum off his fingers before it was back on the gear shift and he stepped on the gas, eyes back on the road as much as he could concentrate with a raging hard on leaving a wet spot on his briefs and a horny, exposed gorgeous mate wanting him badly on the passenger seat.

He felt like a fucking hero for not saying 'fuck it' and driving into the nearest bush or something. No, he instead stayed on the road and endured the torture which seemed so fucking endless! Lust was clouding his vision and burning him from inside, igniting the Spark so fast that he had no chance to stop that. But he didn't care.

"Keep yourself hard... we're nearly there..." he groaned hoarsely and couldn't stop himself from fumbling with his belt and zipper to ease the pressure on his painfully hard cock at least a little bit. He didn't dare to touch himself or pull himself out in the open like Derek did, because then he wouldn't be able to concentrate on driving anymore. But he was desperate for at least that little relief as he was throbbing and leaking in his pants.

And he did make a joyful sound when their building popped up on the end of the street he just turned onto, speeding up a bit more since traffic was very light in this part of town at this hour.

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