[ he's never done this before, had a friend come over and crash on his couch — metaphorically, derek owns like, four beds — so he's a little awkward about it. but scott's chasing down isaac and jackson in europe, and lydia's away at college, and that apparently leaves derek next in line for friendship duties. or whatever this is. ]
[ braeden shows up late, after he and stiles have already eaten two and a half pizzas and watched a superhero movie and derek's made up the downstairs bed with fresh sheets and they've gone to bed. but she texts him first, so the intruder alarm doesn't go off when he sneaks downstairs and lets her in. ]
Hey.
[ he murmurs to braeden, hooks an arm around her waist and kisses her gently anyway, encouraging her inside as he rolls the heavy door to his loft shut again. whispers: ]
Don't wake Stiles. He needed a place for the night.
[ but despite the fact that stiles is in the bed on the other side of the loft, he presses her up against the door and kisses her again, just a little needy. it's been a while since she was last in town, and he's missed her, missed this. ]
Hey, [ she greets in turn, all grins and matching his low, husky volume out of habit at first, and then pitches even lower, quieter when derek mentions that stiles is sleeping somewhere just beyond him in the darkness of the loft. it's a good thing she'd left her bag in the car, full of smelly travel clothes and ammunition. it'd make a huge sound when she dropped it just inside the door, where as her denim jacket barely makes the lightest flump when it lands s —...
somewhere unimportant over to her left. the exact location isn't very important, because derek is winding his arm around her waist, and braeden allows him to crowd her up against the door for kisses. it's a needy kiss, returned with languid licking into his mouth and a contented hum as braeden winds an arm around his neck, clutching at his broad shoulders while her other hand cradles the back of his head for an instant, then fists demandingly in his hair. ]
I missed you too, [ she breathes against his mouth when they part, and she tightens her hold on him in some kind of tough, tight hug. ] Though if I'd known you were going to be playing babysitter, maybe I would have come tomorrow.
[Stiles is completely capable of sleeping like the dead, depending on his level of exhaustion and comfort with his surroundings. Which is sort of funny, since said comfort extends to school desks, waiting room chairs, his bedroom floor--but put him in an unfamiliar bed without his pillow, and all bets are off.
And it's not that Derek's guest bed isn't comfortable. The mattress is pretty awesome, actually, as are the sheets, but something about it is just--it's weird. He feels like he should be on the couch, even though he's shared a bed with Scott a hundred times, and he's not even sharing Derek's bed. After a solid twenty minutes of tossing and turning, Stiles is a second away from just grabbing one of Derek's books to read when he hears him pad down the stairs, and he stills, tempted to ask him what he's doing up when the door slides open and--oh.
His eyes are slits in the darkness for all of a second before he closes them again, forces himself to just listen. Because he's got a werewolf and a mercenary not that far from his bed, who could probably zero in on his heartbeat and movements if they weren't focused on sucking face, and he'd bet a good sum of money that Derek would happily kick him out in favor of sex with his girlfriend if either of them realized he was still awake.]
[ derek shakes his head: he wants her here. always wants her here, in his arms — he's fallen so hard for her, thinks about her when she's away, wishes she could be at his side, watching his back and taking care of him and keeping him on his toes. ]
It's fine, I'm sleeping upstairs.
[ she's keeping him tight, but after a moment he backs off a little, because otherwise he's not going to stop at all and he'll end up trying to fuck her right there against the door. (wouldn't be the first time.) ]
Come on.
[ he breathes, waiting to see if she throws her legs around his waist to be carried or just leads the way. ]
[ braeden waggles her eyebrows, and under any other circumstances would have likely made a big show of calling him naughty and swatting his bum all the way to the bedroom, or bathroom, or kitchen — wherever they ended up. but the name of the game is quiet here, and as tempted as she is to continue with the naughty babysitter angle, she just chuckles under her breath.
she squeezes him once more around the shoulders before unlacing her arms and dropping her hand to take him by the wrist. halfway up the stairs to the loft bed, however, she's pausing the turn and kiss him again, slipping her tongue into his mouth and her hand between his legs.
[ he protests, before she's kissing him, and then her palm finds his dick and his hand slides up between her shoulderblades — like this, on the steps, she's got more height and he likes it — pulling her tits tight against his chest as he kisses her hard, stifles a groan in her mouth. it's been a while, and he's eager for her. ]
[There's part of Stiles that wants to tune it out, that feels weird and intrusive and did he mention weird--but there's another that's hyperfocused on the quiet noises they're making, the shift of fabric and Derek's groan against Braeden's lips.
He's a little jealous, but the weird thing is that he doesn't know who he's jealous of. Maybe of both of them for getting some while he's just got his good old right hand, and he's actually...kind of wanting to give that right hand some use right now.
Which is a surefire way of getting Derek to never let him sleep over again, if he finds jizz all over his sheets in the morning, but he just shifts a little--very, very quietly--and palms over where his dick's starting to lift in his sweats, eyes still shut tight.]
Shhh, [ she shushes softly between kisses: on his mouth, on his cheek, by his ear — even on his eyebrow, a slight projectile miscalculation sparked by a sudden rush of desire. it's like all the pining she hadn't paid much mind to had compacted, and hit her now like a stack of i missed you bricks. ]
Shh, [ she whispers. ] Gotta be mindful of your guest.
[ not that the particularly careless way she's pulling at his pants and clunking backwards up the stairs in dirt caked hiking boots is particularly mindful. ]
[ braeden mentions stiles, and all of Derek's senses focus in on him. ]
He's dead to the world.
[ he whispers back, though he's not actually sure that's true, thinks maybe the uptick of stiles' heart means he's awake and listening. derek doesn't mind. he already has minimal modesty, and growing up in a house full of werewolves means you skip the shame at other people overhearing. and maybe he's got a slight exhibitionist streak, likes the idea of someone he trusts hearing the way braeden has him by the balls, or better, how good he knows he can make her feel. ]
[ so he lets her open his jeans, kicks them off down the stairs, already half hard for her. he kisses her on the mouth again, slow and deep with feeling. breaks to pull his shirt off as he follows he up another step, naked now and a little predatory, eyes gleaming in the low light. ]
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Date: 2014-09-24 08:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-09-24 03:28 pm (UTC)[ braeden shows up late, after he and stiles have already eaten two and a half pizzas and watched a superhero movie and derek's made up the downstairs bed with fresh sheets and they've gone to bed. but she texts him first, so the intruder alarm doesn't go off when he sneaks downstairs and lets her in. ]
Hey.
[ he murmurs to braeden, hooks an arm around her waist and kisses her gently anyway, encouraging her inside as he rolls the heavy door to his loft shut again. whispers: ]
Don't wake Stiles. He needed a place for the night.
[ but despite the fact that stiles is in the bed on the other side of the loft, he presses her up against the door and kisses her again, just a little needy. it's been a while since she was last in town, and he's missed her, missed this. ]
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Date: 2014-09-25 08:39 am (UTC)somewhere unimportant over to her left. the exact location isn't very important, because derek is winding his arm around her waist, and braeden allows him to crowd her up against the door for kisses. it's a needy kiss, returned with languid licking into his mouth and a contented hum as braeden winds an arm around his neck, clutching at his broad shoulders while her other hand cradles the back of his head for an instant, then fists demandingly in his hair. ]
I missed you too, [ she breathes against his mouth when they part, and she tightens her hold on him in some kind of tough, tight hug. ] Though if I'd known you were going to be playing babysitter, maybe I would have come tomorrow.
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Date: 2014-09-25 09:13 am (UTC)And it's not that Derek's guest bed isn't comfortable. The mattress is pretty awesome, actually, as are the sheets, but something about it is just--it's weird. He feels like he should be on the couch, even though he's shared a bed with Scott a hundred times, and he's not even sharing Derek's bed. After a solid twenty minutes of tossing and turning, Stiles is a second away from just grabbing one of Derek's books to read when he hears him pad down the stairs, and he stills, tempted to ask him what he's doing up when the door slides open and--oh.
His eyes are slits in the darkness for all of a second before he closes them again, forces himself to just listen. Because he's got a werewolf and a mercenary not that far from his bed, who could probably zero in on his heartbeat and movements if they weren't focused on sucking face, and he'd bet a good sum of money that Derek would happily kick him out in favor of sex with his girlfriend if either of them realized he was still awake.]
i have this tracked but i only just realized i replied to the wrong comment???
Date: 2014-09-25 10:55 am (UTC)It's fine, I'm sleeping upstairs.
[ she's keeping him tight, but after a moment he backs off a little, because otherwise he's not going to stop at all and he'll end up trying to fuck her right there against the door. (wouldn't be the first time.) ]
Come on.
[ he breathes, waiting to see if she throws her legs around his waist to be carried or just leads the way. ]
silly amber bae ❤️
Date: 2014-09-25 11:03 am (UTC)she squeezes him once more around the shoulders before unlacing her arms and dropping her hand to take him by the wrist. halfway up the stairs to the loft bed, however, she's pausing the turn and kiss him again, slipping her tongue into his mouth and her hand between his legs.
all, of course, very quietly. ]
im still gonna post my tiny reply and then lauren sorry lauren
Date: 2014-09-25 11:09 am (UTC)[ he protests, before she's kissing him, and then her palm finds his dick and his hand slides up between her shoulderblades — like this, on the steps, she's got more height and he likes it — pulling her tits tight against his chest as he kisses her hard, stifles a groan in her mouth. it's been a while, and he's eager for her. ]
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Date: 2014-09-26 04:32 am (UTC)He's a little jealous, but the weird thing is that he doesn't know who he's jealous of. Maybe of both of them for getting some while he's just got his good old right hand, and he's actually...kind of wanting to give that right hand some use right now.
Which is a surefire way of getting Derek to never let him sleep over again, if he finds jizz all over his sheets in the morning, but he just shifts a little--very, very quietly--and palms over where his dick's starting to lift in his sweats, eyes still shut tight.]
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Date: 2014-09-29 11:25 pm (UTC)Shh, [ she whispers. ] Gotta be mindful of your guest.
[ not that the particularly careless way she's pulling at his pants and clunking backwards up the stairs in dirt caked hiking boots is particularly mindful. ]
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Date: 2014-10-06 09:36 am (UTC)He's dead to the world.
[ he whispers back, though he's not actually sure that's true, thinks maybe the uptick of stiles' heart means he's awake and listening. derek doesn't mind. he already has minimal modesty, and growing up in a house full of werewolves means you skip the shame at other people overhearing. and maybe he's got a slight exhibitionist streak, likes the idea of someone he trusts hearing the way braeden has him by the balls, or better, how good he knows he can make her feel. ]
[ so he lets her open his jeans, kicks them off down the stairs, already half hard for her. he kisses her on the mouth again, slow and deep with feeling. breaks to pull his shirt off as he follows he up another step, naked now and a little predatory, eyes gleaming in the low light. ]