Deafening Silence

Ch. 33

Stiles woke first the next morning, slowly steadying his breath. Toned and tanned arms wound around his middle and were squeezing tighter and tighter. Derek was holding on tight as if Stiles were a teddy bear that just might run off in his sleep. Struggling, he managed to turn over in his arms, coming face to face with the man. It would be their last day, they'd be on the road soon and Stiles could say he was sad. He was actually having fun once he got past the initial shock of things, he'd come to enjoy their weekend.

It was while he watched Derek sleep, shirt gone, and muscle on display, that he decides now is honestly as good a time as any. This moment was never going to be something he could plan down to the T, or something that would go down without some sort of hitch. Instead of trying to break free from Derek's tightening grip Stiles begins burying himself deeper and deeper into Derek's chest. Just close enough that his lips could latch on to his neck. It was soft at first, stray kisses finding their way across Derek's tan skin. It was when Derek hadn't stirred, not even a bit, that he start slowly sucking a red mark at the junction where his neck meets his everything else.

It did the trick because it was in that moment Derek's arms wound around him even tighter. A groan rumbled from the pit of his chest and he turned his head up giving Stiles more of a canvas to work with "What time is it?" he rasped out.

"9:45" Stiles whispered back. He was trying to be bold, he was going to be bold. His kisses wandered from the mans neck, to his chest until one by one he slowly led a trail down Derek's belly. He isn't sure if his boyfriend thought he was just being playful but Derek paid no mind, he just let Stiles go on as if he were just being silly. Even going as far as to reach for the nightstand to check his phone for emails.

It was now or never, he could only pray it went even slightly well.

Stiles was sure not even Derek had time to register what was happening before he pulled the oblivious man from his boxers and down into his mouth "Shit" Derek spat. Something grazed passed the boys head and on to the floor with a thud, and he assumed Derek's phone had slipped out of his hands and found a new home on the floor. Stiles was truthful with himself; he was out of his element, it's not like he had much practice with this, just thought about it a lot. Becoming overzealous he began to cough when the length hit the back of his throat and he was pulling off to use his hand for a bit.

Pace yourself kid

After a few deep breaths he began again. Wrapping his soaked lips around the tip keeping it there for seconds at a time before moving down further and further finding a pace that fit him. He'd seen Derek naked before but it was still much more than he thought finally having his mouth there. Derek tasted like sweat and strawberries oddly enough but what was even more odd was how much he liked it. Like he could sit there with his mouth on him and his hands stroking him all day. Above him Stiles figured the man was enjoying himself, his body moved with every rough breath he took and his feet were on either side of him curling and digging into the mattress despite his injury.

A hand was quickly buried in his hair as he became more confident bobbing his head just a bit faster, taking him down a bit farther with each stroke of his mouth. Just when he'd gotten the hang of it Derek was jerking him away and rushing to catch his breath "Stiles, please...you have...have to stop"

For the first time since he started Stiles threw the blanket from his head and came face to face with a blushing, debauched Derek. He wiped at his mouth as his eyes darted around trying to assess the situation "I-I'm so sorry, what did I do wrong I-"

Derek, with an impressive swiftness wrapped an arm around Stiles' middle and flipped them so that he was on top and looking down at the other "Nothing. You did absolutely nothing wrong. I just wasn't going to last much longer if you stayed down there" Stiles' pout was kissed away, and Derek took his turn lipping and sucking Stiles' neck red. A hand snuck past the elastic of his bright red boxers until Derek was wrapped around him a tugging achingly slow.