Here's a little bit of Sterek for you. This will be a multi-chapter, with lots of smut and fluff! So enjoy :3

Derek nodded and finished his sandwich in a few bites, grabbing a bottle of water and took a large gulp. He offered the bottle to Stiles and rested his elbows on his knees, avoiding the other boy's eyes.

"So uh, how's school going?"

Stiles shrugged as he drank from the water bottle and then placed it, cap on, between them. "School's fine I guess, grades are slipping, teachers hate me, nothing new." He said, adopting the same sitting position Derek was in, but facing him. "How's…dude I don't even know what you do on a normal day!"

Derek looked up at Stiles, his eyes flicking down at his lips and back up to his eyes quickly before he noticed. "I'm sure they don't hate you," he said quietly. "I pretty much do this all day. I want to get it done soon," he said with a small shrug of his shoulders.

"I ask too many questions and get distracted easily, they pretty much hate me," Stiles chuckled. He looked around the room and then back to Derek. "It's coming along. And hey, you're efficient. My dad and I both have been meaning to fix the back door to my kitchen, since it squeaks and sometimes falls off completely, but neither of us have gotten to it in years," he chuckled again.

Derek looked up and spoke a little too eagerly.

"I could come by and take a look at it if you want," he said, instantly regretting how desperate he sounded.

He cleared his throat and looked down, idly playing with his hands.

"Really?" Stiles asked, missing the eagerness completely. "Cause that would be awesome. Knowing me and my dad, it's not going to get fixed ever." He watched Derek fiddle with his hands and look at anything that wasn't him, and it made Stiles tilt his head. "You're acting weird."

What was Derek supposed to say? That he literally wanted to rip Stiles' clothes off right then and there? He cleared his throat and shook his head.

"No weirder than usual," he said with a throaty laugh.

He mentally kicked himself at the completely lame attempt at a joke but kept a small smile on his face.

"Whatever you say big bad alpha," Stiles teased. He couldn't sit still for long and it was time to get up and do something. He jumped up onto his feet in one swift motion and then offered his hand to Derek. "Ready?"

Derek raised an eyebrow and took Stiles' hand, ignoring the tingle that went up his arm and stood up slowly. He dusted off his jeans and raised his shirt up to wipe the sweat from his face.

"So uh, we need to put up this wall, and there's 5 pieces to it. I just need you to drill it in while I hold it up."

"Sounds easy enough not to screw up," Stiles said. He took off his plaid shirt and left it by the stairs so that he was only wearing a plain white shirt and followed Derek's instructions, grabbing one of the pieces of the wall and helping hold it in place.

Derek pulled his shirt off and lifted the wall, holding it in place carefully and gestured over to the tool bag.

"Grab the drill and twelve screws, and put them in each hole," he said simply, grunting under the weight of the wall.

Stiles blinked at Derek a couple of times, always a little in awe of how he looked without his shirt off. After a second he registered what Derek said and hurried over to the bag, grabbing what was needed and hurrying back.

Derek's muscles flexed as he held the wall in place, a light sheen of sweat covering his upper body. He looked over at Stiles and watched him bend over to grab the tools, and caught himself licking his lips. He shook his head quickly and turned back to the wall.

"You should probably use the drill," Stiles said with a smile, leaning against the wall to hold it up and handing the tool and screws to Derek.

Derek raised an eyebrow and looked at the shorter boy.

"Are you sure you can hold it?"

"Not as weak as I look, I promise," he said with a smile, pushing up against the wall and bracing himself for when Derek let go.

Derek looked at the smaller boy, clearly impressed and slowly let the wall go. He reached down and grabbed the drill, quickly putting in the screws.

"Okay you can let go now."

Okay, so walls were heavy, and Stiles did his best to prove that he actually could hold it up as Derek screwed the wall in place. But when Derek said he could let go, Stiles blew out a sigh of relief and stepped away from the wall, feeling a drop of sweat trickle down his back.

Derek looked up and saw how close Stiles was and his breath caught in his throat. He stared at the other boys lips and quickly looked away, licking his own lips generously.

Stiles caught Derek looking at him and couldn't help his cheeks blushing. "Next one then?" he asked quickly, biting at his lip.

Derek didn't answer and backed Stiles into the wall, swallowing hard. His instincts and hormones were starting to take over as he put a hand on either side of Stiles shoulders. His face was inches from Derek's and the alpha let out a hot breath over the other boy's lips.

"Tell me to stop."

Stiles' heartbeat rose dangerously fast, his breathing picked up too and it felt like his lungs and heart was trying desperately to escape his ribcage. He locked his eyes with Derek though and took a deep breath. "No. Don't stop."

Derek leaned forward and nipped at Stiles' lip lightly, keeping his eyes on Stiles' chocolate brown ones. He gulped hard and couldn't hold back anymore. He surged forward and crashed his lips to the younger boy's, fisting his shirt tightly as he pressed his lips against Stiles' desperately. Kissing Stiles was…better than he imagined it would be. His lips were soft, and he was just the perfect height for Derek.

Kissing. Kissing was new to Stiles, but something he was sure to figure out quickly enough right? Just do what Derek did and let instinct take control. Kissing was instinctual right?

He kissed him back, turning his head so their faces fit closely together. He didn't know where to put his hands, one reached around Derek's neck, pulling him closer, finally relaxing into the kiss.

Derek opened his mouth slightly, pressing his bare chest against Stiles' raking his nails down the wall behind them. He pulled away breathlessly and swallowed hard.

"W-we shouldn't be doing this…we can't," he said quietly.

"You're probably right," Stiles said, panting slightly, unable to look away from Derek. He didn't move though, just breathed in and out and stared at Derek. Please kiss me again, he thought, wondering if he was daydreaming or if that was really real.

Derek tried to resist the urge but Stiles' lips were right there…pink and swollen…he nipped lightly at the younger boys bottom lip and ran his finger over it.

"Tell me you want this as much as I do," he breathed.

"I do," he whispered, like speaking loudly would make this all stop and they'd go back to normal. But he didn't want to go back to normal. He wanted Derek. He leaned forward and softly brushed his lips against Derek's.

Derek melted into the soft kiss, so different from the roughness before. He put a hand on Stiles' cheek, deepening the kiss slowly as he rested his free hand on the younger boy's waist.

It felt…right, kissing Derek and Stiles leaned into him more, wrapping his arms around his neck.

Derek pulled away slightly, his lips inches away from Stiles'. He lightly ran his thumb over the smaller boy's cheek and brushed it over his lip.

"Stay with me tonight," he whispered quietly.

Stiles' heart skipped a beat, he swallowed, his mind racing. His Dad was gone for the night back home, night shift or something. He nodded. "Okay." he said, equally as quiet.

Derek felt a smile spread across his face for the first time in a long time as he swept Stiles off his feet and carried him to his bedroom, which he'd finished a few weeks ago. He set the younger boy down gently on the bed and leaned over him, brushing his lips over Stiles' gently as he ran a hand down his chest.

It was like all the nerves Stiles ever felt went away when Derek smiled. He felt himself smiling too when Derek lifted him up and carried him to the other end of the house. His hands went around Derek's neck again, fingers threading through his hair as he kissed him softly, smiling into the kiss.

Derek pulled away reluctantly and kissed slowly down Stiles' jaw, nipping lightly with his teeth.

"Tell me when you want to stop," he whispered quietly as he rubbed the younger boys jaw with his thumb.

He kissed slowly down his neck and sucked lightly on the smaller boy's pulse point, leaving a small purple mark.

He nodded, at a loss for words, moving his head some so that Derek had more room. When he sucked on his neck, a moan escaped Stiles' mouth and he felt himself blush at the noise. It felt so good, why would anyone want to stop?

Derek bit his lip and ran his hand over Stiles' chest, tempted to just rip it off. He settled for pulling it over his head and moved over, straddling his waist. He kissed slowly down the younger boys chest, pushing his hands over his head and lacing their fingers as he grinded his hips against Stiles'.

He sat up some and helped Derek taking his shirt off, suddenly slightly embarrassed, comparing his torso, slender and not all that masculine, to Derek's, which was…well just completely perfect. He laced his fingers with Derek, letting him hold them over his head and squeezing his hands tight as he groaned and arched his body to grind back against Derek, trying to get that jolt of feeling to course through him again.

Derek released Stiles' hands and moved down to his knees in front of the bed, running his fingers over the younger boy's clothed crotch. He looked up at the other boy and licked his lips.

"Can I?"

This wasn't real. This was one of those dreams Stiles has been having where he'll wake up in the middle of the night in a desperate need of a cold shower.

"Yes," Stiles said breathily.

Derek didn't waste any time as he pulled off the younger boy's pants and boxers, staring hungrily at the cock that bobbed in front of him. He had never thought of another man as perfect, no one else but Stiles. No one would ever get to see him like this again. Not after tonight. Only Derek. He would make sure of that.

"You're perfect. You're perfect and you're mine," he breathed.

He wrapped his hand around the base and placed a small kiss to the tip, swirling his tongue lightly. With anyone else, he would never have been gentle. But with Stiles, he wanted nothing more than to take his time.

Stiles had never felt perfect, never felt good enough for anyone. It almost shocked him to hear Derek say it and he was about to correct him, surely he wasn't "perfect." But the way Derek looked at him made him feel otherwise, and his breath caught in his throat.

"Oh god Derek," Stiles breathed out, his fingers curling into the sheets beneath him. This was all so new to him, something he'd only imagined, and he relished in the feeling, sitting up on his forearms to look at Derek and watch.

Derek wrapped his lips around the tip, sucking lightly and moving his tongue back and forth. He slowly stroked the base and ran his free hand down Stiles' thigh, slowly taking his cock all the way down. He moaned around the length in his mouth, going all the way down until the tip hit the back of his throat, grazing his teeth lightly. He started bobbing his head slowly and kept his eyes on Stiles', hollowing his cheeks as he made a steady rhythm with his mouth.

Stiles' moaned loudly. That felt good, that felt really really good. "Oh god Derek don't stop," he said, fingers clenching in the bed sheets more, throwing his head back as he groaned again.

Derek bobbed his head faster, rubbing circles in the younger boy's hips as he sucked hard and hollowed his cheeks. For someone who had never sucked a cock before, he was a natural. And he loved it. Maybe it was just Stiles, but this was turning him on to no end. He reached down and rolled Stiles' balls in his hand, deep throating the younger boy, only gagging slightly. He grazed his teeth again and swirled his tongue around the tip, feeling Stiles' coming close to his release.

"Derek," Stile moaned softly, feeling himself getting closer and closer to orgasm. "Derek I'm so close…" He forced his head up, wanting to watch Derek. Watch his lips around Stiles' cock. He still couldn't believe this was happening.

Derek kept his eyes on Stiles' as he kept sucking hard, swirling his tongue in different ways. He took his cock all the way down again and constricted his throat around the tip. He gave Stiles a small nod, letting him know it was okay to cum in his mouth. He moaned softly at the thought of tasting Stiles' cum and sucked harder and faster, using his hand to stroke the base.

Stiles moaned out his name again, this time as he finally released, cumming right into Derek's mouth. He wondered idly if he tasted any good, if Derek had done this before and was now comparing his cum to anyone else's.

When he was done he fell onto his back, panting like he ran a marathon. "Oh my god Derek."

Derek moaned at the taste, swallowing quickly and pulled off with a pop, licking his lips generously.

"God that tastes so good," he said with a soft moan.

He leaned up and kissed Stiles softly, calming his nerves as he pulled away, biting his lip and looking into Stiles' eyes.

"How was that?" he asked nervously.

"That…" Stiles sighed, still catching his breath. "That was amazing, absolutely the best thing ever," He chuckled a little. He leaned in and kissed Derek again, tasting himself on Derek's lips. When he pulled away he was smiling widely at Derek.

"I uh, I've never done that before," he admitted quietly.

He scooted them up and pulled the blankets up around them, not even caring that Stiles was still naked. He pulled him tight against his chest and looked down at him.

"So what…what does this make us?"

"Seriously?" Stiles asked. "Well I mean, I have no one to compare that to, but I think you did a pretty damn good job." He smiled, kissing his shoulder gently. He snuggled closer to Derek and looked up at him.

"I…" he thought for a moment. "I don't really know?" He admitted. "I mean I really like you Derek."

"Well, I've never even been attracted to a guy before you so its a night of firsts."

Derek leaned down and lifted Stiles' chin, brushing his lips over the younger boys.

"How about you let me take you on a date tomorrow and we'll figure it out then?" he asked as he rubbed his thumb against the soft skin of Stiles' cheek.

"A night of first indeed," Stiles said softly, smiling up at Derek. He leand his head into Derek's touch, smiling at the tenderness of it all.

"I've never been on a date, a real one anyway," Stiles said. "I'd really like to go on one with you."

Derek kissed Stiles' forehead lightly and relaxed against the bed.

"Consider it done," he said quickly.

He had never been on a date before either, and he had no idea what to do. He knew he was going to make it perfect for Stiles though.

He rested his head on Stiles' and yawned.

"You need to sleep, you have school tomorrow. I'll pick you up right after."

He filed to stiffle a yawn. "Not sleepy," he said, though his eyes were getting heavy. He snuggled closer to Derek and wrapped an arm around his torso, pressing his ear up to Derek's chest.

Derek rolled his eyes fondly and kissed his head.

"Sleep, you need it," he said firmly.

He closed his eyes and lightly rubbed Stiles' back, falling asleep slowly.

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