Chapter 10

Derek was at a lost for words, and out of all the punches Stiles gave, it didn’t hurt as much as having Stiles finally admit that he didn’t want to spend the rest of his life with him. Derek always knew that Stiles wouldn’t want to be with him. Why would he? It’s not like he ever did him a favor or had a heartfelt conversation with him about his conflicting emotions. 

Since day one, Derek had fallen in love with Stiles but having Stiles make a decision of spending the rest of his life with him, and whoever got in the way would be killed, was much more than anyone could handle. Derek was to spend all his days alone, and he suddenly realized how Stiles felt all those nights ago when Derek abandoned him in the emergency room. But why would Stiles beg Derek for a chance, and at Derek’s offer, Stiles suddenly refused? All Derek knew was that his eyes were bloody red, and he wanted to kill someone to ease the tension of his anger. His sharp teeth were gritted, and Derek went to run away when Stiles tugged the front of his shirt. 

Derek was breathing heavily, and his anger was about to burst at any moment. How could he have been so dumb to express his secret emotions? Isn’t that why from the time they met, Derek forced himself to be a bad tempered alpha, just so he wouldn’t attract Stiles to him. But in actuality, it attracted the young boy even more? Stiles tugged onto the bottom of Derek’s shirt, stopping him and wiped away the tears with his free hands. 

“No, I will not spend the rest of my life with a murderer,” Stiles choked out, fighting Derek who grew even furious at the words. “It’s because you’re not a murderer nor will you ever be. Derek . . . I loved you since day one too. And I will love you forever, through death, the afterlife and the other life after the afterlife because I want you.”

Anger on Derek’s face had vanished and his cheeks rose a high shade of rosy pink. He smiled larger than he ever had in his life, and picked up Stiles by the waist and carried him in the air. Derek slowly brought Stiles back down, face to face, and Stiles was still airborne, he carried him for his lips, but stopped just before the final seal. 

“Are you sure about this?” Derek asked. 

“I’m ---.” But Derek had kissed him before Stiles could respond. Derek kissed Stiles’ lip tenderly, infusing their saliva with one another, and even Stiles slid his curious tongue into Derek’s hot mouth which made the alpha grin. Derek hugged Stiles against him, and kissed him harder, holding onto the back of Stiles’ neck so he couldn’t go anywhere. The scent, the taste, the tongue action . . . Derek was completely mesmerized. After all, this was his first kiss. He always dreamed  what it would be like and couldn’t imagine it would have been this amazing. 

“I had to kiss you before you changed your mind,” Derek grinned.

“Derek,” Stiles whimpered, breaking the kiss, but breathing heavily against the alpha’s flushed face, “I want you to have me, more than a kiss.”

And Derek understood full heartedly what Stiles meant; his eyes opened wide and so did his smile. Derek slid Stiles into the passenger seat on the driver’s side and started the car, speeding quickly down the empty road. 

Stiles whimpered uncontrollably, feeling the arousal of what was about to happen which elicited an even whinier growl from Derek, who clutched onto the steering wheel like he had been holding onto life itself. Stiles couldn’t help the feeling growing inside of him and sundered towards Derek, licking his neck up to his ear. As controlled as Derek seemed to be, he shook under Stiles’ touch and veered off the road a few times during the process. Stiles’ hand trailed from the side of Derek’s cheek to the underneath of his shirt and to the top of Derek’s jeans. Stiles tugged at the jeans and bit at the core of Derek’s throat where he could feel the vibrations echoing inside of Derek’s body. 

“Ungh,” Stiles moaned, rubbing the outline of Derek’s hardening shaft in his jeans, and Derek closed his eyes, forgetting about the road.

“You’re gonna get us both killed,” Derek moaned. 

Stiles smiled, then tucked one leg on the side of Derek’s thigh, and another leg on the other, blocking Derek from seeing the road. Stiles slid up and down on Derek’s lap, and that was the triggering point. 

Derek clung on to Stiles as he pushed on the break, making a loud scratching sound before Derek shoved the gearshift into park. 

“You asked for it,” the alpha growled. He ripped Stiles’ shirt in half and grabbed the bare of his back, bringing Stiles’ light pink nipple to the core of his mouth where he sucked on them, and moved up to the side of Stiles’ neck where he gently grazed his teeth along the boy’s skin. Derek whined as he licked the healing bruise on Stiles’ neck, then trailing his tongue up towards Stiles’ lips. Stiles slid his tongue back into Derek’s warm mouth, and Derek sucked on it, his erection growing harder in his pants. Derek was stiff; he ripped Stiles’ shorts down the middle, and chuckled underneath his breath when he saw Stiles wearing Batman underwear; hiding Stiles’ hard on. 

“Don’t pretend that you don’t like it,” said Stiles. He grounded his hips on Derek’s stiffened member, feeling the thickness of it through Derek’s pants and the thin layer of his underwear. 

Stiles leaned to Derek’s ear. “Excuse me sir, do you mind giving me a ride?” Stiles whispered, licking the tip of Derek’s earlobe. Derek grabbed two handfuls of Stiles’ ass and brought it down to his hard on, moving Stiles in a stroking motion on his cock. 

Neither of them could take it anymore. Stiles’ hands went down to Derek’s jeans and unbuttoned them; Derek squirmed out of his jeans, bringing them down to his knees. Again, Stiles sat on Derek’s lap but jumped when he had felt the thickness of Derek’s dick next to the opening of his ass. 

“Uh-uh,” Derek said, bringing Stiles back on to his thick, hard cock. Stiles couldn’t believe how big Derek was. “You asked for a ride, and well damn --- I’m about to give you the ride of your life.”

Stiles watched as Derek finally slipped off his boxers, and Stiles whimpered as Derek teasingly rubbed it against Stiles’ underwear. Derek slid off the last piece of clothing on Stiles and they both looked into each others eyes. Derek smiled before covering his mouth, spitting in his hand to lubricate his cock, then grabbed Stiles’ tight waist and led him onto his pole. Stiles held onto Derek’s shoulders, restraining himself from going further. He did the dimensions inside of his head --- there was no way that Derek was going to fit inside of him. 

Derek gave a low growl, persistent on taking Stiles the entire way. Stiles tested the water and slid down until Derek was knocking on his back door. Stiles closed his eyes tightly, ashamed of admitting his virgin status, in any type of position. The both of them grew sweaty, and like a champ Stiles tried to inch further down. He had gotten an inch in when he squealed. The noise made Derek growl even louder, there was no doubt that he didn’t want nothing more but to penetrate Stiles. Derek crashed his lips against Stiles, sliding him down more, slyly. Stiles stopped him, again. Derek wasn’t even half way in. 

“You couldn’t warn me about your enormous hidden bat?” Stiles joked, leaning onto Derek’s torso, his head drooped to the side of Derek’s cheek. Stiles wasn’t looking at him, but could feel Derek grinning, widely. Then, without warning, Derek slammed deep into Stiles, his pelvic hitting the boy’s sweet ass.

“Oh fuck ---” Stiles’ moaned, biting the side of Derek’s neck, while Derek let out a ripping growl and slammed Stiles repeatedly and rapidly on his throbbing cock. For Stiles, the pain lasted for a couple of minutes, but as he got used to Derek fucking him, the pain never felt so good. 

“Fuck me harder, you big bad wolf,” said Stiles, licking the beads of sweat on Derek’s face and neck. Derek’s sweat tasted sweet like he was made of candy. With Stiles on top, Derek pulled on the car seat lever, reclining the seat to its furthest limit. Derek pulled out his dick and forced Stiles stomach first into the reclined chair. Stiles grew even hotter from the roughness, and waited until Derek grabbed his neck, arching his back until his ass was sticking out, and Derek was right next to him, his dick ready to be dipped in, again. 

The two of them kissed, and Derek used the tender moment to shove his dick back into Stiles ass, again, and Stiles bit the bottom of Derek’s bottom lip. Stiles whimpered and Derek fucked him harder. 

“You feel so damn good, kid.” Derek thrusted inside of Stiles, slid all the way out, and shoved himself back in. This made Stiles shut his eyes, coping with the passionate pain. Stiles was burning all over and had grown red in places where he never thought imaginable. 

“Derek --- tell me that you love me . . .” The alpha leaned his stomach against Stiles’ back. Derek was close to coming; Stiles was so tight. Smashed together, Stiles could hear an echoing growl in Derek’s stomach and knew fully well that Derek was seconds from exploding. So was he. 

While Derek rammed himself inside of Stiles, Stiles used a free hand to satisfy his urge, building inside of his pelvis, down to the gearshift he held cupped in his hands. 

“Say it, Derek. Say it.” 

Derek heaved his hips against Stiles’ ass the deepest he could, and Stiles could feel Derek unloading what seemed like gallons of his man juice. This got Stiles so hot, that at the same moment Derek was coming, and convulsing against his bare back, Stiles shot out come all over the seat, and it even reached the back seat. Both of them flopped on the sticky chair, and Derek softening inside of Stiles. 

“I love you,” Derek breathed against Stiles’ ear; the both of them having an entire life together, to do this all, again.