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A Very Sterek Christmas	By : tobiasrosetta Category: S through Z > Teen Wolf Views: 10191 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf, I am not making any money off of this. This is completely a work of fiction.

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How had things turned out like this?
Outside, the wind was howling. If he didn’t know better, Stiles would have compared it to a wolfs howl. But he did know better now. Not that he was thinking much at the moment.
The rickety house was shaking with every strong wind, creaking and groaning. Snow was piling up fast outside. If he’d had the presence of mind, Stiles would have worried that the house would collapse on them. But that was far from his mind at the moment.
He was rather preoccupied with the hard chest that was pressed against him. The stubbled chin grazing his. The wet lips crushed against his own. The hands that were roaming his body. Stiles Stilinski was currently straddling Derek Hale’s lap, being kissed breathless.
The heated silence after that bold confirmation of attraction had grown to be stifling. Stiles was flushed, his cheeks daubed red in splotches, as he felt the blush rise up his neck as well. “W-well then… That’s…. awesome…” He’d whispered hoarsely, clearing his throat reactively.
“Mmn… watch it…” Stiles gasped against Dereks lips, wincing into the intense kiss when his still aching nose was pressed. Growling deep in his throat, Derek rather abruptly forsook the boy’s mouth, in favor of ravaging his sharp jawline with his lips and his teeth. The brunette shuddered. Stiles felt almost helpless as he fisted his shaking hands into Derek’s stiff leather jacket. Everything in him was tensed, and hot, and thrumming. Even after just a few minutes of kissing and touching.
“So… uh…. What do we do now, then?” Stiles asked anxiously as he rifled around, grabbing an old newspaper off the floor, fumbling as he tried to open in. The brittle pages crackled uncomfortably. “Oh look, Nixon resigned from the presidency…” Derek rolled his eyes at the boy’s nervous behavior.
“You’re really going to read a newspaper? Really?” He asked with a bit of an amused expression.
“Reading is important, Derek. Especially for an overactive mind. It’s something my doctor suggested; to help my adh-“ He didn’t get much further into what would have surely been a long winded rant about nothing important. Derek grabbed the newspaper, claws extended long enough to shred it as he tossed it aside. “HEY! I was READING that!” Stiles protested, leaning forward, hand extended in the direction of the shards of paper.
“Not anymore.”
“Oh hell…” The teen whined out as Derek’s strong hands grabbed his hips, roughly pulling their bodies together in a spine-tingling grind. It certainly didn’t help that the alphas tongue had simultaneously just glided up the length of his throat, from his collarbone. This was a side of Derek he’d never anticipated on seeing. Ever. Or rather… feeling. He could hardly open his eyes, with all the sensations coursing through him at the moment. Groaning a little when he felt the older man’s rough skinned hands slipped under his sweater to feel up along his slender sides, Stiles experimentally bucked his hips gently against Dereks. The reaction was more than he’d anticipated though.
“W-Woah! What are you doing?!” Stiles cried out, flailing a bit as Derek grabbed the front of his sweater, pulling him across the couch to him. The clumsy teen nearly fell onto the floor, but just as he was losing his balance, he found himself on Dereks lap, facing his red-eyed alpha.
“I’m following my instincts.” He murmured, eyes flickering over Stiles face one more time, before he inched forward, tilting his head just enough to graze his lips over the boys mouth.
For a moment, the whole world shifted, and with a firm thud, Derek had Stiles on a haphazardly strewn out blanket, laid out on the floor in front of the fire. “Shit! Gentle with the merchandise, Derek!” Stiles cursed, rubbing the back of his head where it had hit the rumpled blanket. In response, the wolf’s claws were out, and suddenly sliced through the teen’s shirt, from collar to hem. “HEY! I LIKED THIS SHIRT!”
“Tough. I wanted it off.” Derek groused, as he wrestled the rest of the fabric off of the other. He wasn’t satisfied until he could see every inch of the others pale torso. While Derek had never been a fan of people who were too thin, for some reason it really worked on Stiles. His skin looked soft, even though he could see the outline of the boy’s ribs. His whole torso was studded with the occasional spot, or freckle, and a rising rumble in his chest showed that Derek enjoyed what his saw.
Frustrated, and a little angry, Stiles sat up from where he’d been laid, legs spread, chest bare. “If I’m gonna be naked and cold, then you are too.” The boy huffed, jerking off Dereks leather jacket, revealing his grey, v necked sweater beneath. “Ugh… You disgust me, man. I can see your biceps through your sweater! How is that even fair? Seriously! I play lacrosse and I can’t even get one ab muscle and you’re like….. Your muscles have muscles!” Stiles whined out, complaining until Derek leaned in to kiss him again, effectively shutting him up. “Mmmm… Okay… Okay… I get the p-“ Another kiss. Melting into it, Stiles shuddered and fisted his hands into Derek’s sweater, starting to pull it up, and off.
The older male pulled back long enough to discard the shirt, before pushing Stiles back down, his own much larger body fitting over him easily. It was minutes again, before the kiss was broken, letting Stiles gulp down some air. Leaning up a little, Derek could see that the teen’s lips were swollen, and cherry red from their intensity. He wanted them bruised, so that when he looked at Stiles tomorrow, he’d see the evidence on his face. As he stared, Stiles pink tongue darted out and grazed over his lips, tasting them. Derek growled, just about to dive back in, when he was stopped by a hand on his chest. It was firm enough to make him stop, even though he could have easily ignored it.
“W-What are we doing here? Are we like… doing…it?” Stiles asked, looking nervous. Part of Derek, his Wolf part, was irritated and impatient at that. But he swallowed it back, frowning down at his ma-… Stiles.
“What? Is there a problem with that? I can feel that you want me.” Stiles couldn’t deny that. Not with his erection pressing up against Dereks hip, hard.
“Well y-yeah I want you but… It’s like…. It’s not that simple… I mean, do you have… stuff?” The teens face was redder, if possible. Derek looked confused.
“Stuff?” Stiles groaned at the clueless look on Dereks face.
“L-lube… you know… the stuff that helps make it not hurt? I’m… not exactly experienced in this and stuff…” He was trying to not say the words…
“Are you a virgin?” And there it was. Thank you, Derek, let me just go crawl in a whole and die…
“No I have buttsex all the time. Every moment I’m not with you, I’m getting plowed. What do you think?” Derek growled viciously at Stiles. His eyes going red again. “Okay, okay, maybe not the best time for sarcasm…. It’s my only reflex man, chill out… Yes. I’m a virgin.”
Giving out a rough sigh, Derek was suddenly on his feet, stalking out of the room, leaving Stiles there, alone and confused. Just as Stiles was starting to be sure he’d somehow completely disgusted and turned off Derek to the point where the guy didn’t want to do this, or even be around him, he heard those heavy footsteps again. This time, they were more of a fleshy padding, though. The muscular wolf’s boots were discarded on the floor, one fallen on its side. Derek was barefoot. So he probably hadn’t gone far.
Looking open when the door opened, Stiles couldn’t help the self-conscious, slightly pathetic look on his face. He’d really thought for a moment that Derek had changed his mind. Frozen by that look where he stood in the doorway, Dereks jaw tightened, the muscles in his cheeks flexing for a moment. “Shut up.” He groused, as if it was the only thing he could think to say. As he closed the door, Stiles looked to his hand, noticing he was holding something.
A bottle of…. Oh…
“OH. You got lube.” The teen blurted out. For the first time ever, he saw a bit of pink raise on the alpha’s cheeks. Almost immediately, Stiles lips pulled into a grin. And it pissed Derek off. Stalking back over to the boy, who still sat on the blanket, he set the bottle aside for now. Before Stiles could make the sarcastic remark that was on the edge of his tongue, he suddenly found himself face down on the blanket, breathing in his detergent
“Woah… Oh hell...” He gasped out, fingers rolling into his fists as he clenched the fabric under him. More cold air grazed his skin as he felt Derek start to pull off his jeans. He finally seemed to snap out of it, and pulled away from Derek entirely. “Stop! Derek! Just, stop for a moment, okay?” Spinning to look at the man, on his knees, his cheeks red, and goose bumps raised on his pale skin... Stiles swallowed hard, and looked at Derek. Really looked at him.
“Alright. I’m stopped. I get the point. I won’t touch you anymore.” He growled out after a long silence, tossing his own sweater at Stiles to put on, before slumping to sit on the floor. One leg stretched out in front of him, the other bent to support his elbow, Derek rubbed a hand over his face, staring into the flames. And for that moment, Stiles saw something he never, ever associated with Derek Hale.
Vulnerability and loneliness.
Rejection.
“That’s… Derek come on. That’s not what I said.” Stiles said finally. Setting the sweater aside, he crawled over to the man, and boldly forced him to move his bent leg, so that his lithe form could straddle his lap. Back-lit by the flame, Stiles skin had a pleasant gold cast, and his eyes almost glowed as he looked over the rough face in front of him.
The one constant emotion Stiles always felt about Derek, was uncertainty. He’d never known how to feel about him. Fear, anger, jealously, hatred…. Attraction… He’d never really admitted that last one to himself. But now, looking the others rugged face over from just a few inches away, and letting him take it all in, he couldn’t deny it.
Derek Hale was a beautiful, sad vision of a man. Scruff on his tense jaw that always seemed to be holding back words waiting to burst out, eyebrows heavy with furrow and starting to wrinkle his forehead in stress lines… Hard eyes that were pale, and at the same time so bright… Why had he never noticed how beautiful he was? The curve of his cheek bone lining the sexy hollow of his cheeks… the strong, straight bridge of his nose and the chiseled angle of his jaw… Leading down to a long neck, prominent Adams Apple bobbing with a swallow…. He was handsome. He was beautiful. And Stiles was rocked to his core how insignificant he was compared to this Alpha wolf. A textbook example of a man.
Here he was, this little hyperactive shit with no muscle, or fat, but an over-abundance of sharp bones and freckles. Scrawny, and not even blessed with height. He was nothing, compared to Derek, and yet just moments before, this man had wanted him. Has been about to take him, claim him. Biting back on his molars, and swallowing down a heavy breath, Stilinski raised his hands to feel along that prominent jawline. Short hairs stubbled and prickled at his fingertips.
“Why me?” He asked, blurting it out in a heavy whisper. His own brows sank together as he rested his hands on Derek’s chest, looking up at him. “I want this. Okay? I want it. I’m not crazy. You’re… sickeningly hot. But that’s what confuses me. Why would someone like you want some… stupid punk like me? No one likes me except Scott, and right now he’s too busy with Isaac to be bothered with Stiles.” Hearing that he was wanted, on some level, seemed to seep an ounce of the tension out of Derek’s shoulders. His hands came up to rest on the boys hips. He realized how hasty he’d been, to let his need to finally claim Stiles for his own take over. Stiles was a virgin. He wasn’t even openly gay. Of course he’d have reservations about this.
“Look… Stiles… “ He started, sighing heavily, and looking away. “You’re not ‘some stupid punk’, okay? You’ve proven yourself to be… brave, and strong. You’re a human. And you run with werewolves. You’ve fought a Kanima, and Hunters. How much time do you spend doing research, and all the brainwork for that puppy dog of a best friend you have? You’re…. much more than that. You’re the only human in a Pack. That’s not something that happens. Ever. Even when my family was alive, the humans in my family weren’t involved in Wolf dealings. At all. And they liked it that way. You know what kind of monster I am, you know some of the horrible things I’ve done, and wanted to do, and yet… You’re here, and you want me. Why wouldn’t I want you? Beyond that… It’s deeper than me. It’s… my Wolf. He wants you. He’s claimed you. It’s why I’m always so angry with you all the time. Why I always threaten you when you touch me. It’s because I’m always a half second away from taking what He wants.”
“You know this is the most I think I’ve ever heard you speak in one sit-what?” It had taken a long moment for the meaning of the words to sink in. “Wait…. What?” He asked again. Blinking a few times, he stared at Derek’s quiet face. Sighing, his shoulders sagged, and he lowered his head for a moment, eyes closed. “That’s… really fucking intense man… That’s like… mates and shit… I didn’t even… realize… Ya know?”
“….I know.”
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