Jan. 2nd, 2012

Sorry!!!

Jan. 2nd, 2012 12:04 am
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Don't know how many people are reading this but I'm posting it anyway. Okay so writers block has bitten me hard in the ass and refuses to let go. I have about 6 (possibly more) fics that I have stopped in the middle of because my muse has gone on a freaking vacation in the tropics and has left me in a snowy cold place with out even a fire to keep me warm. I have every bit of intention to write the next part of pretty much all my works I just need an idea to smack me in the face so I can move on and finish so many things that I've started. So please bare with me and hopefully soon I will have more things posted. (I also feel bad because I feel like I say that a lot but then something always happens where I don't post. Ugh I'm a horrible person)
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Rating: NC-17 overall this part PG-13
Word Count: 1820~
Author: [livejournal.com profile] aleshia10
Warnings: (eventual) Bareback (Practice safe sex wear condoms!), rough sex, language
Parings: Derek/Stiles, Derek/Scott, Stiles/Scott, Derek/Scott/Stiles
Summary: Sequel to I'll Make You Stay. They figured it wouldn't be hard to make Stiles stay. A few well placed kisses and he would bend to their every whim. They didn't think they would actually have to work to make him fall in love with them.
Disclaimer: I own nothing work of total fiction


Morning After (1/?)

Stiles jerked awake and winced at the pain that shot through his lower half. "Okay I'm never taking two at once ever again." When the mumbled words finally registered in his head he flew from the bed. What in the hell was he thinking? Did he just...with Scott...with Derek? Oh dear lord and Scott said they were-and Derek agreed! Oh sweet lord he was gonna have a panic attack. He quickly pulled his clothes on (almost failing when he tried to hop and put his pants on) and let out a (girly) scream at the sound of his phone ringing. He scrambled to find his phone (Under the bed? How did that happen?) and answered it just in time to have his dad yell.

"Genim Stiles Stilinski!"

"H-hey dad." Stiles said nervously.

"Don't you 'hey dad' me! Where in the hell were you last night?"

"I was uhhh...with Scott?" More of a question then an answer.

"That's funny because I called his mother, and she told me that Scott said he was with you. At our house."

"Uhh yeah, see about that we stayed at a friend’s house last night."

"Uh huh and which friend would that be?"

"..." He mumbled something unintelligible.

"Excuse me?"

"D-Derek Hale?" He pulled the phone away from his ear and winced waiting for the yell he knew was coming.

"Derek Hale?"

"Yeah."

"The same Derek Hale who you let me believe was a murderer? The same Derek Hale who's 24, which is 6 years older then you. The same Derek Hale who makes it a habit to hang around teenagers? The same Derek Hale that has an extremely sektchey past and probably equally as sketchy future?"

"Uhhh...yeah?"

"Stiles."

"Yes."

"You have 10 minutes to get here or you're grounded."

"You can't ground me I'm leaving for college in like a month."

"Stiles, don't make me come get you."

"I'll be home in 5." His dad was going to kill him when he got home. A calm dad was never a good sign. He checked his pockets to make sure his keys were still there and quickly made his way out of the room and down the hall towards the front door. As he neared the front door a sound caught his attention, it was coming from the kitchen.

So you know that awkward moment where you walk in on your best-friend having sex? No? Well stiles was free if that awkward moment too...until now. He quietly peeked his head around the corner and nearly passed out at the sight. Derek had Scott bent over the kitchen table and was fucking into him slowly. Scott's sleep pants were pulled halfway down his legs, and Derek's were down around his ankles. Nether wolf had on shirts and Scott’s skin was peppered with bite marks and hickies. Derek’s Chest was covered with scratches and bites which could have been from last night or from what they were just doing. Derek had a tight grip on the Beta's hair but it obviously didn't bother Scott any since he was moaning like a bitch in heat (Which admittedly wasn't the best analogy that he could've used but come on you gotta admit the noises coming out of Scott’s mouth could only be described by it).

Scott's mouth opened in a silent scream and his back arched. "I'm gonna come!" And he did, all over the kitchen table.

"Oh come on! I eat at that table!" Stiles felt his face heat up and froze as both wolves turned glowing eyes to him. He heard Derek let out a growly grunt, which he knew from last night, meant he just came. Scott let out a whimper and pressed back into Derek. "I'm just gonna..." He pointed behind him towards the door. "go." He ran (literally) out to his car and fumbled with his car keys. As he pulled the car door open it was stopped half way but a tan hand. He followed the hand up a tanned arm to meet his best friend’s confused face.

“Where are you going?”

“Home. My dad called.” Scott’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion but he nodded his head. “Can you let go of the door so I can go?” Scotts hand moved from the door to cup Stiles cheek and caressed the soft flesh with his thumb. “Okay that’s not what I meant.” Scott took another step towards Stiles pressing the smaller body against the side of the Jeep. “Scott?” Stiles was trapped between the hand on his cheek, the hot (heat hot not that kind of hot although Scott shirtless was hot) body in front, and an arm pressed against the hood of the car. His eyes widened and his breath hitched when Scott’s face moved closer. “Don’t!” But his whispered word was ignored and moist smooth lip pressed against his own.

Okay so kissing Scott was like the greatest thing since sliced bread. Okay it was way better then sliced bread but having those plush lips caress his own took away his thinking ability. He let out a whimper when his bottom was gently nibbled and opened his mouth. He was greeted by a hot tongue and the mixed flavor of Derek and Scott. He squeaked and pulled out of the kiss when Scott rolled his hips against his own and he felt a hard on forming in his pants. He felt Scott’s hot breath against his neck and shivered when lips ghosted across the exposed flesh. He moaned when his flesh was pulled into a hot mouth and laved with attention. Despite his better judgment (a.k.a. his hard on) he gathered all his will power and pushed Scott away. He glared at Scott’s smug look and climbed quickly into his car and pulling away.

****

He walked into his house and found his Dad sitting at the kitchen table waiting for him. “Have a seat Stiles.” Yeah…sitting was the last thing he wanted to do right now his ass was still sore from the freaking car ride. He gingerly took a seat across from his father and tried to act as if nothing was wrong. “What were you doing at Derek’s?” Stiles knew that tone. It was the ‘I already know what happened so just tell me the truth voice’.  And for some reason Stiles has yet to tell the truth when ever that tone was used (except for the one time when his Dad asked why he was looking up porn on his work computer, that didn’t end to well).

“We just hung out.”

“And hanging out with Derek involved him giving you those hickies?”

His hand instinctively went up to touch the bruised flesh on his neck. “That is a bruise from…wrestling. We were wrestling and I hit my neck on the leg of the coffee table.

“Stiles, I’m a cop, remember?”

“Okay so they’re hickies but I didn’t get them from Derek (at least not that one), it’s from Scott.” At the shocked look on his Dad’s face stiles realized what he said. “No! What I meant was-well you see-we just…please don’t tell his mom.” Stiles pleaded.

“So that’s why you guys go to Derek’s? So you can screw around? What else do you do there? Drink? Do drugs?”

“Dad it’s not like that!”

“It obviously is! You go to his house to have sex!”

“It’s not like that! It just happened; I had no intention of having sex with Scott again.”

“Again?!”

Stiles could’ve smacked himself. “It only happened once before, at school, but that wasn’t planned either!”

“At school?!” Oh sweet Jesus he was digging his own grave and was going to put his Dad in an early one. Wait his Dad was getting up. Why was he getting up? And grabbing his car keys?

“Dad?”

“I have to go take care of some things”

“Dad? Where are you going?”

“Stiles,” he let out a sigh. “I love you. Don’t you ever forget that, okay? I just…I just need a moment to digest okay?”

Stiles fidgeted nervously. “You…you’re coming back…right?”

“Of course Stiles I just need some alone time.” Stiles nodded and watched his Dad leave. When he could no longer hear the sound of his father’s car he slowly sank back into his seat and buried his head into his arms. As far as morning after’s goes, today could’ve gone a whole lot smoother.

The End of Chapter 1!

Okay so its multi chapter and I have an outline made up of what should go into each chapter. Story should be anywhere from 10-20 Chapters long each chapter around 1400 words some chapters may be way more but never less.

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Stiles didn't even have a chance to knock before the door was yanked open and he was pulled roughly inside and pressed against the door. "You're late."

"I'm sorry my Dad is a little bit more cautious about letting me leave since he found out I wasn't a blushing virgin." Stiles said sarcastically.

"Hardly a virgin and the only blush I saw was from your hole after having two cocks shoved inside." Stiles felt as if his face were on fire. I mean who says things like that with a serious face. I mean it's like He did it on purpose, trying to make him blush. Seriously the guy is a first class creep he-he was kissing him…well more like devouring his mouth. Stiles can honestly say if Derek keeps kissing him like this he is his guilt for lying to his Dad may totally be worth it.

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