Fic: Speak No Evil

[joidianne4eva]

Title: Speak No Evil

Author: Joidianne4eva

Rating: R (to be safe)

Word Count: 852

Genre:  Romance

Warning: Slash M/M

Spoilers: None
Characters: Derek/Stiles

Summary: For the prompt "so after stiles witnesses what happens between jackson and scott in the lunch room (jackson speaking to scott from across the room, knowing he can hear him), he decides to try it out on derek in a crowded place.established or not, idc. i'd prefer them to stay in character so that stiles, who tries to be ~sexy and dirty~ ends up just being ridiculous and making derek irritated/bizarrely aroused."

Disclaimer: I own nothing! If only >_>

Author's Note: This fandom is just.....I give up! Unbeta'd >.>





 

Stiles is well aware that this might be a very, very bad idea but he’d never let a little fear stop him before. Ok, well not often and besides that needle had looked scary as hell!

 

It’s not even his fault if you think about it. It’s bad enough that Derek had the whole “I am dark and mysterious, stare at me” thing going on but now there’s this freaky connection with Jackson and Scott that neither Derek nor Scott seems willing to full explain to him and well there is only so much he can take!

 

Plus he’d reasoned that Derek had a number of options here. He could either be disgusted by Stiles and leave, and yeah he wasn’t even going to pretend that thought didn’t hurt a lot or Derek could make with the hot, gay, wolf love that Stiles’ was pretty certain he was capable of.

 

Come on he’d seen the guy half naked more than a couple of times! If those muscles were any indication Derek was the type that would have his lover crawling from his bed afterwards and that thought had fuelled more than enough of Stiles’ fantasises.

 

The truth of the matter was, he was sick of drooling over Derek so this was crunch time. By the end of the night he’d ever have himself a potential lover or another enemy.

 

Glancing to the front of the cinema to where Scott was listening intently to Allison Stiles’ grinned dropping lower in his seat so he could see Derek’s form across the isle.  

 

“Hey wolfy.” He whispered, grin widening when Derek turned to glare at him “So I guess that mean you can hear me.”

 

Derek turned back to the screen obviously intent on ignoring Stiles and that just wasn’t on!

 

“Do you know how easy it is to buy lube nowadays,” he started licking his lips when Derek stilled

 

“Pretty damn easy I’ll tell you that much.” Stiles chuckled hoarsely closing his eyes and imagining Derek watching him.

 

“The first time I bought it I felt like a freaking pervert. I mean yeah every guy jerks off but the way the attendant stared at me I bet she knew that wasn’t what I was going to do with it.”

 

Cracking an eye open he glanced towards the front but Scott was still yapping with his kind of girlfriend.

 

Swallowing he slid his hand to his crotch pressing fingers against the growing bulge there.

 

“I’d been thinking about it from the first time I saw you, what it would feel like to have all that focus on me.” he moaned softly “But I wanted to know if I could handle it first.”

“So I went home, locked the door and stripped.” Stiles’ breathed hips pushing up towards his hand as his cock twitched within its constraints

 

“I didn’t know what to do at first so I tried what I’d seen on the internet, but it hurt. God Derek it was a couple of fingers but it hurt.” He whimpered remembering the sensation “I couldn’t stop myself though I wanted more.”

 

Rolling his head back unto the seat his trailed his fingers lightly beneath his waistband, fingers just brushing the base of his dick but it was enough to pull a strangled groan from his throat.

 

“I wanted your fingers in me; touching me there….I’d give anything for you to do that. Fuck me with your fingers making me ready for your cock.” He chocked

 

His hand scrabbled to open his jeans only to be stopped by strong fingers gripping his wrist.

 

Eyes flying open he gasped at the sight of Derek’s eyes, pupils almost completely black as the man stared at him from the seat beside him.

 

“Do you think this is a joke?” Derek spat “Get the wolf so riled up he’d shift, was that what you were hoping for?”

 

Stiles shook his head frantically, eyes darting to where Scott sat unaware before Derek gripped his chin turning his face towards him.

 

“See I think your problem is you think you can talk your way out of anything,” Derek growled one hand dropping to Stiles crotch.

 

Stiles’ thighs snapped close but Derek just squeezed before tracing his finger along the zipper.

 

“Jesus you really want this don’t ya?” Derek purred as Stiles shivered, eyes roving over the teen’s form before his grinning feraly

 

“You said anything right?”

 

Stiles nodded fingers flying to grip Derek’s biceps as the other man flicked his fly open, fingers dipping inside to stroke his cock slowly.

 

“Good.” The wolf smirked pulling his hand away and re-zipping Stiles’ jeans ignoring the forlorn whimper his actions caused.

 

Stiles glared at him, chest heaving but Derek just smiled brushing his thumb against Stiles lips.

 

“I expect you at mine after this.” He said “And we’ll see about keeping that pretty little mouth shut.”

 

With that the wolf slipped away and back across the aisle to his own seat, leaving Stiles hard and seething.

 

Taking a deep breath he smirked, Derek Hale zero, Stiles Stilinski one. And people said he talked too much!

 

 

 

Comments

[thefrozenheart.livejournal.com]

I remember reading this, have you posted this on the kinkmeme?
Anyway, I read it again and I had a great time again! I LOVE your Stiles voice and everything about this fic is amazing! ♥

[joidianne4eva.livejournal.com]

I think its on the kinkmeme (my brain is like a sieve)

Glad you liked it