Chapter 14

As predicted, the game came with victory, because they had practiced for it nonstop, and they were good, no match for the team of the nearby town and with that, they could enter regional.

By the time the team had changed after the game and went to the party, they were all brimming with excitement. Derek wanted nothing more than to find Stiles and kiss him, but he didn't even know where the other boy was! He was already on his second beer as he made his rounds, trying to find his sneaky boyfriend who was probably with Scott somewhere in this big house.

"Hi, Derek." A girl named April found him and cornered him as she pushed against him. "The game was amazing. You were so good with how you scored. You deserve a reward! Would you like that, captain, a reward?"

Uh... the teen threw a panicked look around.

The good thing in celebrations after a school team's win was that there was an open invitation for everyone who wanted to party. Otherwise Scott and Stiles wouldn't have been to many parties before since neither were popular guys. Although that seemed to be changing a bit thanks to the people they were interested in. In Scott's case starting to date Allison, who was friends with Lydia and her little circle meant that Scott could sometimes tag along.

As far as Stiles went, it was a bit trickier since they haven't gone public about their relationship with Derek yet, but people started raising less eyebrows when they saw them together. It seemed people were starting to get used to the idea that they were becoming friends. Not that Stiles would care if someone had a problem with that since it was their decision and neither of them cared about what the other kids thought of that.

But there was also a bad side of not being an official couple. Like time after time people throwing themselves at the very popular and handsome captain of the basketball team. Like now.

Stiles just walked into the room with his second beer in hand when he spotted Derek being cornered by the too enthusiastic April Greene. She was one of the popular girls and a friend of Lydia. Stiles wasn't even that surprised that she wanted to get close and personal with another popular and beautiful person like Derek. After all, if you mix teenager hormones with alcohol, the inhibitions go out the window fairly quickly.

And although Stiles trusted Derek and what they were building together, it didn't mean that a pang of jealousy wasn't felt in him when the eager girl pressed against his boyfriend. Or that his expression didn't darken for a few moments before his brain kicked in, analyzing the situation. Derek looked like a deer caught in the headlights and judged by his panicked expression, he needed saving. Fast.

Stiles made his way through the mass of bodies between them and clasped Derek's shoulder after an exaggerated slap. "Hey man, nice game today! Sorry to interrupt," he looked between the two of them with a fake drunken smile – to April's annoyance. "But Danny sent me to fetch you, Derek. He needs you upstairs right now. Boy trouble!" he emphasized the last sentence. Everyone knew that Derek and Danny were good friends so it wasn't such a strange thing to say. And with that Stiles started dragging Derek with him. "Sorry, April!" he threw over his shoulder to the baffled girl then smirked to himself as he kept moving towards the stairs.

"I hope I read you right and you needed saving back there. Otherwise you're welcome!" Stiles mumbled to Derek then took a sip from his beer before starting to climb the stairs. Scott was with Allison so to give them some room that was the reason in the first place that he went to look for Derek alone.

It wasn't that Derek wasn't used to having girls throw themselves at him, even when he came out liking both genders. If anything, that had only made them more persistent, as if they wanted to prove him that girls should be his only preference. And when, after Paige and he had broken up, he hadn't gotten a new girlfriend, they kept trying to get his attention. April was one of the persistent ones and would try to get some groping in all the time.

"Oh god, April is worse when she had a few drinks in her. She often pinches my butt!" So yeah, the young Hale was very grateful for the much needed saving that happened.

"I hope you weren't serious about Danny because he's not the boy I want to be upstairs with." Now that they were on their way there, he was hoping to get his much needed kiss. Derek pulled Stiles along the corridor, checking for a bedroom that wasn't already occupied by teens wanting to use the bed for sex. The first two were... yeah, not something he had wanted to see, Jackson getting hot and heavy with Lydia. Or Greenberg getting it on with some kid Derek didn't know. Worse than being caught by Coach!

The third room was free so he quickly pulled Stiles in and locked it, plucking the cup of alcohol from the boy's fingers to put it aside with his own. "I had been looking for you but there were so many people after the game. Did you cheer for me?"

"Nope, that was a lie to get you out of April's grasp and alone all for myself, dummy," Stiles grinned quite proudly at himself for his brilliant thinking. Because it obviously worked. "I was with Scott until Allison arrived and they hit the dance floor so I gave them some privacy. I'd never hit a girl, but frankly, I really wanted to do that because of the way April was hitting on you so heavily," he chuckled, grabbing Derek by his hips to pull him against his own body.

Stiles was still blown away by their phone sex from the night before and he's been itching to get close and touch Derek all day. Making the day very, very long, in his opinion. But now they were there. Alone in a room at a party, Stiles' mind buzzing from the beers just enough that he was completely relaxed and playful.

"Although I don't get all the rules in your choice of sport, it was a good game. You looked amazing out there. Hot as fuck too, so of course I cheered for you. And mentally shook my red pompoms in a skirt too," he grinned, wetting his own lips with his tongue, eyes glimpsing down at Derek's mouth longingly. "So how about we celebrate a bit in our own way?" he asked, sliding his hands down onto Derek's ass to lightly squeeze the firm butt.

"Some of those girls are very persistent, you better not start hitting them or it'll get you a reputation." Popular single boys weren't with many anymore so they just wanted to score with him. Not that they'd ever succeed, he was very loyal and wouldn't cheat on Stiles, even when they were boyfriends in secret, because a promise was a promise. April's persistence was very quickly forgotten when two big, strong hands grabbed his ass in a copy of the last time they had been alone, not counting the locker room. "The door's locked so we've got all the time we want."

Not all the way, Derek didn't want to lose his virginity in the bedroom of one of the siblings of the guy who was throwing the party, but maybe they could finally do some more than making out. Catching the longing look thrown to his lips, they curled into a smile as he wrapped his arms around Stiles, pulling him with him to the bed in the room. "Let's party."

Derek's lips found Stiles', his tongue coaxing the curved softness open so he could lick into the warm mouth which tasted of beer and mint. With how eager they were, it didn't matter that they both had no experience with another boy, it was instinctual to use hands to explore, use lips to kiss.

"Oh I really like the sound of that..." Stiles giggled in-between kisses and followed Derek to the bed. They kept kissing while Stiles gently pushed Derek down on the edge of the bed so he could straddle him and sit on his lap. His slender hands went to cup Derek's smooth cheeks while he deepened their kiss. It was hot and needy and Stiles' heart was beating all over the place.

He moaned softly when he felt their nicely forming bulges brush together and instinctively bucked against Derek's to feel more friction. Boy, he hoped that their 'party' was going to mean actually getting off this time. When both of them are actually present and not just a voice through the phone like last night.

"I'm so horny for you..." Stiles panted, his hormones and desires taking over.

"Me too, I want you so badly." Derek knew he didn't want to wait to get further, be it a hand job or something like oral. As much as it would be great to hump together, that would be such a mess pants-wise. Speaking of pants... and the rest of their clothes.... They finally could get some layers off. His fingers went to the shirt, instead of getting under it like previous times, they curled around the edge of the fabric.

He tested if Stiles wanted him to when he pulled at the shirt a little, and it didn't need a lot of encouragement for the other teen to help Derek get the shirt of. Maybe he should have been more prepared when all that skin came to view for him to feast his eyes on. The few hairs peppered along pale skin, moles dotted all over. Stiles was, as he had known already, skinny, skin pulled taut over bones and muscles. The young werewolf's fingers skimmed over the cooler flesh, mesmerized that he could, that they were finally doing this after all these days of trying.

"You're so good looking."

Stiles outright laughed on that. "Yeah, right! I'm also the Prince of Persia," he grinned some more as he pulled Derek's T-shirt up and off his body too. "No, you're the good looking one here," he grunted, his eyes (and hands) feasting on all the revealed tanned and warm skin, fingers tracing out muscles and sliding down to gently rub nipples. Derek was beautiful and so hot that Stiles was at the brink of going crazy from lust and need to do some more.

"If we want each other so badly... I mean... how's your control? Because... I was thinking... I'd really, really love to taste your cock and try to give my very first blow job?" he asked hopefully and a little shy, cheeks burning red. But he felt his mouth salivating from the idea and his trapped cock throb under his jeans. "I've been fantasizing about doing that to you for such a long time. Would it be okay if I tried?" he asked, wanting to make sure Derek would be okay with that.

Honestly, to Derek, Stiles was hot even though the teen seemed to think he wasn't. And he wanted to protest but the rest of what his boyfriend said and asked kind of short-circuited his brain and set his body on fire. As well as the quick hands running along his own skin, making his cock fill out fully and make his pants tight. His dusky nipples turned into hardened nubs at the rubbing and it was really hard to think at all.

"Yes, I want to try, I want to try so badly." The thought of that wet mouth on him nearly made him come in his pants. It was probably going to be so quick and embarrassing. "I'm not sure if I’ll even last, because you're making me crazy with need." And he loved having Stiles on his lap like this so that should be happening way more often when they make out.

"It's okay. I'm not sure I'll last long either. You drive me crazy like that too," Stiles grinned then stole another kiss, sliding his hands down to loosen Derek's belt and jeans. "I'll try to take it slow...ish. Either way we try. And if at any point you feel like I should stop because of your control problems, just say so and I will. I promise," he added and stole another kiss.

Once it ended, Stiles grabbed a smaller pillow and dropped it between Derek's legs on the floor so he could kneel on that to be more comfortable for what he was planning to do to his boyfriend. He kept glimpsing up at the other boy to keep track of his reactions as he grabbed the edge of the loosened jeans and underwear to pull them down enough to free what he was after.

"Wow..." Stiles couldn't stop that as his eyes got glued to the naked erect cock. It was thick and long in size and he saw a few drops of pre-cum glistening at the uncut tip. "You've got quite lucky there... You're beautiful," he grinned up at Derek then gently took the massive erection in his hand, giving it an experimental tug to get a feel of it. It was certainly a lot to take into someone's mouth, but Stiles' goal wasn't deep-throating. Yet.

Mesmerized by the treat in front of him, he tried to remember all the gay porn he had watched. Technically he knew what to do, but it was his first time trying to suck cock, so he was maybe a bit nervous.

"It's my first time at this... so if I do something wrong or doesn't feel good, tell me," he exchanged another look with Derek then got his palm wet with saliva and pulled the foreskin down as he slowly stroked the whole length with his hand. Meanwhile he leaned closer, letting his hot breath puff against the glistening tip then his tongue darted out to lick off the salty beams, moaning softly from the taste.

Derek had no idea where to look because if he looked at Stiles kneeling between his legs for too long, he might come instantly now that his pants were pulled down to pool at his ankles. It was fine to be naked around other boys but now it was totally different since he was naked because his boyfriend was about to wrap his lips around his hard on. Giddiness fluttered in his stomach, because he never had a blowjob before and his erection twitched when it was held by Stiles' hand.

"If it's too big you don't have to..." He knew he was bigger than other boys, as the rest of the team often teased him with. At least they had never seen him hard or the teasing would have been endless. Hot breath tickled against his shaft, Stiles seemed to really want to. Derek stopped leaning on his elbows, closing his eyes tightly at the rush of pleasure shooting through him. That weird wet tickling of the tongue on his sensitive skin was insanely good, making the teen moan, loudly. "It feels really good!"

Control, have to keep control. But it was so hard! Nails grew into claws, but they were hidden with the way his fingers dug into the bed. Ten tiny holes were created, whoever this bed belonged to wasn't going to be too happy with that but he couldn't even care. He was getting his dick sucked!

"Oh I really, really want to... I'm also happy you like it this much," Stiles grinned after his tentative licking then with the help of his hand more or less flattened the shaft against Derek's stomach so he could lick along the velvety skin a few times. Then he playfully followed a vein up on the underside. "You taste so good. So musky and salty and... dunno... just good!" he pressed a kiss on the tip then gently suckled on it, trying to figure out what to do and how. Derek's sounds at least told him that he was liking it... a lot.

Paying attention to keep his teeth out of the game, he opened his mouth a bit wider to fully suck the tip in and let his tongue circle around the head, discovering some nice sensitive spots along the way. God, he loved this! Not just what he was doing, but what it was doing to Derek.

Letting the tip slide out of his mouth, he kept his lips pressed against it and let some saliva wet the hard flesh, his hand working it down on the shaft. It made it glisten some more in the half-lit room. Then covering his teeth with his lips and watching Derek's reactions, Stiles sucked the tip in his mouth and went a little lower, taking an inch or two too. He had to moan around his treat from that, because he loved how it slightly burned his lips and made his mouth open even wider than before. It encouraged him to give it a tentative suck as his lips were sliding upwards again.

At least Derek has warned Stiles that it was going to be quick, even though this was embarrassingly quick but he couldn't help it. All these days of sexual frustration, of wanting more for a long time now and never having done anything about it… it made him maybe more sensitive. Whatever the reason was, he felt that he was going to come very soon, like not even minutes anymore when a few inches of his dick was swallowed into wet heat.

Stiles had bobbed his head up and down a grand total of three times when Derek made a strangled moan, half in protest, half in warning. "Stiles, I'm going..." To come. Only, he didn't manage to warn his boyfriend in time, he was already erupting, being pulled into a powerful bliss of the orgasm – for once not caused by his own hand.

A little horrified, he looked at how he came into his boyfriend's mouth and all over his face. Wow. He didn't know if he wanted to be completely angry at himself or happy with how great it felt.

Because of the suddenness and getting too lost in what he was doing, Stiles didn't have that much time to prepare and decide what to do about cum squirting into his mouth. He managed to swallow some of it, but then a part of it landed on his face. Not that he minded that. He always found that kind of finish hot for some reason. Maybe because of the 'marking the territory' thing in it. And he had to realize that he loved this very much, because it was his boyfriend who did it.

"It's okay..." he grinned up at Derek while wiping some of the cum off his face to lick it off his fingers. "It's plain to see that I really like being marked as yours." There was some blushing and a kinda shy look thrown at Derek as he said that, but pushing his tongue out to gently clean off the spent cock was anything but shy or innocent.

"I'm so sorry!" Derek breathed the moment he could, his mind still reeling from what just happened. Not that Stiles seemed to mind it too much to be covered by the white watery spunk, but still. Maybe he never had sex before but he knew that some things were part of respecting your partner. Wait, this counted as sex right? Did that mean he wasn't a virgin anymore or did that only count when it was penetrative sex?

Meanwhile his boyfriend was licking him clean like he was some sort of candy when it didn't seem all that great to him to taste cum. "Is it... does it taste bad?" Was it weird to ask? No, because he was going to try and do the same for Stiles so it wasn't a bad thing to be prepared. His soft cock was still throbbing, and he had to agree that sex was really awesome.

"No need to feel sorry. As I said, I love it," Stiles said, wiping some more off from the corner of his mouth. "Don't tell me you've never tasted your own cum out of curiosity!" he grinned and climbed back up onto Derek's naked lap, straddling him while the leaner boy smeared the drops onto his bottom lip. "That has to change..." he whispered just before giving Derek a 'dirty' kiss.

Whoa, he was extra frisky with Derek. Not that he didn't used to be with Heather or Malia, but it was nothing like with his boyfriend. Stiles felt like he could truly be himself when around the Hale boy – which was the last thing he would've thought a few weeks ago when he was admiring him just from the distance. But now... he was sitting on the mostly naked basketball captain and was kissing the living daylight out of him while tasting Derek's cum on his tongue. Life is crazy, isn't it?!

"No," Derek started to say when asked if he had ever tasted his own cum, but Stiles was already in his lap so he was spared to explain it. Not that he could explain it because that would involve wolf talk about how he could only jerk off in the running shower so his family wouldn't hear it and he had to wash it off right away. To avoid teasing he so didn't want to deal with. But he also didn't want to think about his family right now so his focus went back to his boyfriend.

Whose lips were upon his hungrily, letting him taste his own spunk. It wasn't... good. Like, weirdly salty and musky, it wasn't like sweat though. It was a little bit slimy and watery, making it hard to give a full opinion on it. He didn't hate it, he also didn't love it. He did however love kissing Stiles so that's what he focused on, licking into the warm mouth to match the eagerness of the other boy.

"I want to try with you, can I?" His hands were already going to the button of Stiles' pants to see about unzipping it.

"S-sure..." Stiles stuttered from feeling Derek's hand brushing against his erection through the pants while dealing with his button and zipper. It also made everything quiver in his groin and stomach from excitement and anticipation. "You have my full permission to do with my body what feels good to both of us," he added and waited only until Derek opened his fly before moving off his lap while at the same time pulled his boyfriend with him.

Stiles ended up on his back on the bed and pulled the other teen over him so he could pull him down for some more of those amazing and exciting kisses. "Sorry, I just... love kissing you so much. I need a few more before you try whatever you want..." he panted in-between kisses then coaxed Derek's tongue to slide into his mouth. The taste of the cum was nearly completely gone. It was only their own taste now. And boy, did Stiles love how Derek tasted – with our without spunk on their tongues.

Kissing with clothes had been amazing but now that his lower body was naked and rubbing against Stiles, it added so much more to it. He hadn't been able to get Stiles that far, their positions were reversed just as his hand was ready to dip into the underwear. But with the zipper and button undone, there was a whole lot less clothing between them so he could feel the very hard cock pressed against his own. His body thought that was too amazing to ignore, which Derek totally agreed with, and his dick was starting to fill again, obviously wanting another round. Treacherous body!

"I love kissing you too," he agreed even though he didn't need to, his body was kind of enough proof of how much he loved it. But they were not going to have sex at a party, nope. Not sex all the way since this was sex, right? Okay, Derek had to know. "Did we... does this count as taking virginity?" All the first times he could get, he wanted them to be with Stiles, all of them. His hand crept between them so he could touch his boyfriend, feeling him up with the underwear still on.

Stiles was a little bit busy being lost in all that he could feel and what Derek was doing so it took him a sec or two to react to that. Because this was just A-M-A-Z-I-N-G! His boyfriend, Derek Hale (!), was rubbing against him and getting hard again and that hand right there was driving Stiles crazy with lust.

"Uh... dunno. To some it is, but... I always thought that losing someone's virginity entails actual penetrative sex. But... this is definitely sex... just not the all the way kind. I want to do that with you when we're not at a party and have more time and privacy," he panted, his hips bucking up against the stroking hand. "Right now I just want you to fucking finally take my cock out. Please! You're killing me..." he whined at the end, his briefs were already damp at the tip of his cock from all the pre-cum he's been leaking ever since they've got to this room and started heavily making out.

"Yeah, we're not going all the way here." The words came out with a moan and some rapid breathing, because thinking about them doing more than they were already doing was only getting  Derek more excited. Whatever Stiles was doing to him, it was almost like an addiction. He was so in love with this boy that he didn't feel hungry, there were constant flutters in his stomach and all he could think about was Stiles. Stiles, Stiles, Stiles... "You smell so good." The words were out before Derek realized it, the scent of arousal making him heady because it was so thick in the room.

Finally, he was going to be able to see Stiles erect. Leaning back, Derek peeled the pants down a little, enough to get the erection out. It was pretty much like his own, uncut and a little smaller sure but otherwise they were not that different. The scent was different though. "I'm new at this too so... if I do something wrong just pull at my hair or something." He forgot that he was the one with his mouth full in a moment, not Stiles. And would be able to verbally tell him.

Inching lower on the mattress, Derek stared at the pink erection, his hand still around it. Not knowing how to do it, he decided to lick it like he would lick ice cream. Swirling his tongue around the head and licking the entire shaft.

Stiles was about to point out that logical mistake to Derek about the hair-pulling thing, because yes, he was free to talk and suspected that some hair-pulling will happen anyways... But those clever retorts died in Stiles' throat the second he felt Derek's fingers then tongue on his poor dick. Which was so painfully hard by then.

"Jesus! Why... hadn't anyone warn me that... this was going to feel so good with you?!?!" Stiles groaned, his mind blown from how that tongue felt on him as he pushed himself up on his elbows, his naked abs flexing and contracting from the intimate licks on his very sensitive member. He had seen a lot of porn and played with himself and yes, even got a blow job or two, but none felt like this. "Please, give me more. Although I'm positive that I'll end up pretty much like you..." he babbled, quite out of breath.

Getting encouragement from the boy who had all the experience here, made Derek feel good about what he was doing and his confidence grew. Maybe his inexperience was making for a better experience for Stiles? He had no idea but it was working, his boyfriend wasn't lying when he said it felt good because the scent of arousal had intensified. The teen boy hummed in answer because he was licking his lips and collecting saliva to give more as asked.

Pressing his tongue against the hard shaft, as he did when he was licking a lollipop, he let his lips take the head in so he could suck on it. His tongue licked at the shaft and his lips slid over the turgid meat a little more before he pulled back. It felt kind of like when he let candy slip to the back of his throat accidentally, that threat of choking. But he tried again to take more inside.

Stiles Stilinski became speechless while his whole body broke out in goose bumps and warmed up, flushing and tingling from the intense pleasure he felt from those hot lips wrapping around his aching length.

"Oh god! Yes! Just like that!" he groaned then panted, one hand reaching out to softly hold onto Derek's hair. He had to concentrate not to drop back on his back because he really wanted to watch his boyfriend sucking on him for the first time. "You... like it? Cuz... I do... a lot. So good! Please, don't stop..." he babbled, the sight of Derek Hale's mouth full with his cock a turn on in itself. Fuck, he was so hot like this. He had the basketball team captain sucking on him! That was something he wouldn't have believed if someone a few weeks ago said it was going to happen. But now that's what was happening and he was so very happy about it.

In fact, it pushed him quite close to blowing his load right there, but he was trying to hold back to let Derek experiment a bit with his first blowjob.

Yes, Derek liked it! But he kinda had his mouth full so it wasn't like he could verbally answer that. There was a muffled sound that could sound like Derek was fully agreeing but it could also be interpreted as him moaning so yeah... Instead he focused on what he was doing without pulling away. It was weird to do it since it felt so unnatural to have something large in his mouth, trying to take in as much as he could.

He knew how great it felt to have this done and that's what he was going for. To do what Stiles had done for him. Tentatively he bobbed his head, sucking and licking and alternating, knowing his boyfriend was getting close with the way he was tensing up. It made sense, they weren't used to this and they had both been so pent up that of course they couldn't last long.

That bugged Stiles a little bit, because he wanted this to last much longer, but with their boiling teen blood and hormones and all the sexual tension between them and the need to finally get some release together... it was impossible to hold on for long.

Although he was quite proud of himself that he managed to control himself for a minute – which meant more head-bobbing he got from Derek, but who counted? – before his balls were drawing up and his breathing hitched.

"Get ready!" he managed to warn Derek then he moaned louder than before, his hands turning into fists in Derek's hair and the bed cover as he exploded into that maddening mouth. His muscles locking into place helped him stay upright enough that he could see with half-lidded eyes what was happening. Or at least for the first few squirts of his cock. Then his eyes rolled back into his head and Stiles let his orgasm wash over him, face flushed and sweaty and his expression full of pleasure while more desperate moans left him.

The force of the orgasm surprised Derek as the watery cum flooded his mouth but with how the erection was deeper within his mouth, it didn't end up all over his face. All he really had to do was swallow repeatedly to take it all, which he did without a problem. It was Stiles' essence, he didn't want to spit it out because wasn't this part of being in a relationship? Swapping spit and cum. It wasn't a bad taste, not at all. He could get used to it.

Making sure nothing more was coming, Derek pulled away from the softening cock, releasing it since he knew how sensitive it all would get right after orgasm. Stiles looked like the cat that got the cream, which he did not so long ago. Snorting with amusement, Derek crawled on top of his boyfriend.

"You look like how I feel."

The answer to that was a breathy laugh since Stiles was still trying to get enough air into his lungs while his heart was beating all over the place. He slid his hand down from Derek's hair to his back, the other joining it on the curve right above that gorgeous ass.

"Oh yes? And what's that? How do you feel?" he murmured, stroking the smooth and warm skin under his palms, keeping Derek pressed against him as he grinned up at his boyfriend.

This was crazy what they just did. In the meaning that Stiles couldn't believe it that they finally did something like this. Even if it meant sneaking away to an empty room they didn't know. Now his hearing seemed to return enough to hear the party outside their door. He totally closed all that out while completely focusing on Derek and what they were doing. Not that he cared any bit about the party or the people in the house. Not even Scott right now. He was basking in the afterglow of their sexual experimentation and he couldn't be happier.

"Happy." It was an easy reply that was fully the truth. Derek never wanted this evening to end. Ever. He just wanted to stay here like this, basking in his boyfriend and what they had done. The hands caressing his skin didn't make him lose control, despite his arousal. If anything, they were grounding him. Because Stiles was his anchor, already. So smoothly, so flawlessly. Being with the other teen was like getting oxygen after choking. "You make me feel so good."

Leaning on his elbows, Derek pushed up a little with his upper body so he could kiss those sculpted lips. "It's crazy how right this feels. I know you feel it too." It was like a switch had been flipped, after pining after one another for so long and now being together, it was like they were two magnets of polar opposites. And when they were together, they had to connect. It was unavoidable.

"You make me feel so very good too, Derek," Stiles whispered, his hands holding the other boy closer to him. "I'm so happy we did this. Not just tonight but everything else. I love being your boyfriend, even if for now in secret. You are so amazing!" the human boy kissed the other teen and didn't care that it lasted for minutes before they finally managed to get dressed.

Venturing out back into the party was hard, because what they just had done made them want to hold hands and such stuff to express that they were together, but luckily they could sneak off relatively early for another heavy make out session on their bench near the Stilinski house. It seemed like it was going to be their thing. But it was alright. More than alright, actually.

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