The One With The Blackout
"Is that the only lamp we have?" Stiles asks as Derek puts the camping light on the floor.
"You scared of the dark?"
"Not when I’ve got you to protect me," Stiles smirks, reaching up and grabbing Derek’s arm. "The house is fine, come sit with me."
"But the kids —"
"Are asleep, and hopefully the power will come back before they wake up." Wrapping a hand around Derek’s forearm, Stiles shakes the bag of Reeses and smiles up at him. "You’ll hear them if they wake up, c’mon, I’ll share my Reeses with you."
Derek gives him a blinding grin, one that Stiles will never get sick of seeing, no matter how many times he’s on the receiving end of it. Tucking himself under Derek’s arm, Stiles fumbles for the blanket his dad got them when Lila was born, and covers them up, putting the packet of Reeses on his lap.
"No, not without you!"
LEAVE ME ALONE
JACK HARKNESS MEETING BUCKY AND STEVE IN THE 1940s AND FLIRTING FURIOUSLY WITH BOTH OF THEM
JACK HARKNESS SEEING THEM AGAIN IN THE 21ST CENTURY AND THEY’RE ALL EQUALLY CONFUSED AS EACH OTHER
I just want to live somewhere where it’s autumn all of the time.
At the time, Derek thought the smaller bed would be a problem, — neither of them really wanted to bother to make a fuss on this weekend getaway so they decided to leave it — but then he comes back from a run to find Stiles like this; all spread out, sleep soft, and inviting. Sweaty from his run, Derek strips his clothes off and slides onto the bed, curling his body around Stiles’ and kissing the back of his neck.
"G’run?" Stiles asks, mumbling into the mattress.
"Kind of tired."
"Don’t feel tired," Stiles says, pushing his ass back against Derek’s cock. "You feel up."
"You’re naked and warm," Derek responds, dragging his lips over Stiles’ skin. "What do you expect?"
"I expect you to do something about it."
Derek chuckles, reaching underneath the pillow for the lube they stashed there last night. He slicks his fingers up and slides them between Stiles’ cheeks, pushing them inside easily. “Still loose from last night,” he whispers, slowly fucking Stiles with his fingers, slipping a third in when Stiles whines.
"C’mon, I don’t need that much prep," Stiles says, his face still resting on the bed.
"Maybe I want to tease you."
"Then you shouldn’t have gone for a run, you should’ve spent time with me in — oh — bed.”
"Oh really?" Derek removes his fingers and slicks up his cock, pressing the tip against Stiles and pausing. "So you think I should fuck you?"
"Derek," Stiles hisses, trying to shove backwards and failing because of Derek’s grip on his hip. "Please, c’mon."
Biting lightly on Stiles’ shoulder, Derek pushes his cock inside slowly, listening to the tiny gasps Stiles lets out; watching the way Stiles’ fingers grasp at the sheets, pulling them off the bed. Derek doesn’t rush, goes as slow as he can possibly stand, wanting this to last, loving the sensation of feeling Stiles’ all around him.
Pressing his forehead to the back of Stiles’ head, Derek levers himself up and pulls out slightly before pushing back in, his hips right up against Stiles’ ass. The air feels heavy as he fucks Stiles leisurely, in a way that they so rarely get to at home. Derek gets Stiles breathless, desperate and needy; the noises Stiles makes are gorgeous, going straight to Derek’s gut, and he grazes his teeth against Stiles’ neck.
His orgasm takes him by surprise, coming as he’s pushing inside Stiles and Derek groans, his fingers gripping Stiles’ hip tightly, holding Stiles as close as he possibly can. When he pulls out, Stiles is rocking against the mattress, his hands tangled in the sheets; Derek covers him with his body and presses Stiles down into the mattress, his hands coming up to cover Stiles’ fingers.
"I wanna come," Stiles whines, his body moving desperately.
"Then come," Derek says, biting on Stiles’ earlobe.
Stiles’ body jerks underneath Derek and then he goes still, his breathing evening out as he flexes his fingers. “Good wake up call,” he mumbles. “That should happen again.”
"We should go on vacation more," Derek says, making to move off Stiles.
Holding on to Derek’s hands, Stiles shakes his head. “Stay here,” Stiles says.
"Stay here as in don’t get off you, or stay here as in we shouldn’t go home?"
"I think we have to go home eventually."
"Pfffft. They’ll cope without us."
"We’ve still got three days."
"I guess we’ll have to make the most of it."
Derek kisses Stiles’ neck, rubbing his nose against the skin. “We can do that.”