Preface

once you feel the flame, it'll never be the same
Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/66304510.

Rating:
Explicit
Archive Warning:
No Archive Warnings Apply
Category:
M/M
Fandom:
Teen Wolf (TV)
Relationship:
Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Characters:
Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale
Additional Tags:
Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Post-Canon, TW movie? never heard of it, Alternate Universe - After College/University, Recreational Drug Use, Kissing, Pack Alpha Derek Hale, this is only relevant for horny reasons, Frottage, is it monsterfucking if the monster is only partially shifted?, Monsterfucker Stiles Stilinski, Clothed Sex
Language:
English
Stats:
Published: 2025-06-08 Words: 2,506 Chapters: 1/1

once you feel the flame, it'll never be the same

Summary

"Woah, Derek Hale the stoner? That was not on my bingo card for this year," he joked.

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me," Derek said, mysteriously.

Stiles quirked an eyebrow at him. "Fifty bucks say I know more about you than you think."

 

[Or, a quick game of questions turns into so much more when it turns out Stiles really does know Derek better than he thinks]

Notes

Hi the title comes from "Alone with you" by Ashlee.

This was inspired by a prompt I received on tumblr that spiraled out of control

once you feel the flame, it'll never be the same

Stiles' landlord had a strict no smoking inside policy. He didn't give a damn if they smoked in the shared patio or if they sat down the front steps to do it, apparently his beef was with the fire department and the smoke detectors that activated at the slightest sign of smoke.

He was sitting on the front steps, rolling a joint between two of his fingers in between hits, people-watching, which is how he saw Derek approach the building long before he interrupted him. Not that Stiles would ever have an issue recognizing Derek anywhere. Stiles seemed to have an internal compass that always pointed in his direction.

"I thought you weren't supposed to smoke in this building? That's why you and Scott are constantly getting high at pack meetings. Or so you said."

Stiles looked up at Derek, his heart beating faster. Stiles could always blame the weed if Derek called him out on it.

"Inside the building," Stiles said, taking a hit. "We're technically outside."

He exhaled in Derek's direction and the man waved the smoke away with his hand, then raised his eyebrow and sat down next to Stiles.

"Don't tell me this is the day Derek Hale smokes a joint with me," Stiles teased, offering Derek said joint.

Derek took it, inspected it for a moment, then took a deep hit from it, holding the smoke in his mouth. When he exhaled, he blew ringlets of smoke.

"Woah, Derek Hale the stoner? That was not on my bingo card for this year," he joked.

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me," Derek said, mysteriously.

Stiles quirked an eyebrow at him.

"Is that so?" The man hummed in agreement, taking another hit of Stiles' joint, then offering it back to him. Stiles took it and tried not to think about Derek's lips indirectly touching his by sharing the weed. "Fifty bucks say I know more about you than you think."

Derek huffed. "I'm not taking your money, Stiles."

"What makes you think you're going to win?"

The man looked at Stiles and shook his head, as if he knew he would regret this. "Alright, three questions. You get them right, you get your fifty bucks."

Stiles took a final hit of his joint and put it out on the steps. Then he turned to Derek so he could look at the man in the eyes. He crossed his legs and said, "hit me."

"What's Cora's middle name?"

"Personal questions only. And Adelaide. Don't play with me, Derek."

Derek straightened, then sat cross-legged, a mirror to Stiles. "Okay. Personal questions only. When's my birthday?"

"December 25th. Don't insult me, ask something harder."

Derek smirked, hints of a dimple appearing in his cheek. "Who was my first kiss?"

"Paige," Stiles replied curtly, without an explanation.

Derek frowned. "How did you—?"

"Your uncle is a gossip." Stiles cocked his head to the side in a curious gesture. "I think I should've chosen my prize better. One more question and it's over for you."

The man gave him his most beautiful smile, bright and earnest. "I used to have a stuffed wolf growing up. What was its name?"

"Captain Jack. I'll take those fifty bucks now."

"Who told you about Captain Jack?" Derek asked, bewildered.

"You did. That night everyone was late for the pack meeting and we ate waffles while we waited for the rest of the pack to arrive." Derek frowned. "You forgot about the waffles already?"

Derek looked at Stiles with his most intense eyes. "How the hell do you remember what I said?"

"I don't know, you said he was important to you, so I filed it away for later," Stiles shrugged and met Derek's eyes.

After a moment, Derek blurted out, "I really want to kiss you right now."

Stiles' heart beat faster and he was sure Derek could hear it by the way he glanced at his chest, then back at Stiles' face with a raised eyebrow.

"Ha, ha, come on, Derek. So what? I know things about you and about your life and I pay attention to the shit you say, but that doesn't mean anything, okay? You're my friend and I know these things about all of my friends. Like, I know your mother's favorite song was Hey, Jude and Laura gave you that old leather jacket you're never gonna throw away no matter how many times I've had to mend it for you."

Stiles knew he was rambling, but once he started, he couldn't stop. "Sure, I don't know if Scott and Isaac are fucking again or not but not even Scott knows for sure. And I don't know when Lydia is coming home again but that's because we haven't spoken in a couple of days. I still can guess their favorite songs, probably."

"What's my favorite song?" Derek urged.

"Is it still that Depeche Mode song or are you back to Bauhaus?"

Stiles barely had time to register the movement. One moment he was thinking of Derek's favorite song, then Derek's hand was on his cheek, his lips on Stiles' mouth and they were kissing. He was too stunned to do anything about it at first and Derek pulled away when Stiles didn't immediately reciprocate.

"If you only kissed me to take it back, I'm not gonna talk to you ever again," Stiles said.

Derek froze, looking from Stiles' lips to his eyes. "I wouldn't."

Stiles nodded and leaned to catch Derek's lips in a kiss. When Stiles imagined kissing Derek, he never thought it would feel like sitting in front of the fireplace on a cold winter evening, like coming home, yet that was exactly what his lips felt like. They kissed for minutes that stretched into a small infinity, each second permanently burned in his memory forever.

"Derek," Stiles gasped when they pulled apart. "I'm about to sound really desperate but I have an empty apartment upstairs. What do you say we go there now?"

Derek laughed, then kissed the side of Stiles' face. "That's a great idea. Let's."

 


 

They went upstairs in silence filled with anticipation. Not even Stiles could break it with his constant rambling. That is, until Derek said, "when's Scott coming home?"

Stiles opened the door, grabbed Derek's hand and pulled him inside. "Who gives a fuck about Scott right now?"

Then he grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him into a passionate kiss. Stiles bit Derek's lower lip and pulled a moan from the man's throat that went directly to Stiles' pants. Derek kicked the door closed and Stiles took the opportunity to push him against it. The filthy moan that followed seemed to surprise Derek as well.

"Should we… talk about this?" he asked, panting, as Stiles kissed his neck.

"Probably," Stiles said, sliding his hands under Derek's shirt, running his hands up and down his stomach, enjoying the feel of Derek's warm skin under his fingertips.

"Maybe we should," Derek insisted, chasing Stiles' mouth for another kiss.

"When did you become so talkative?" he mumbled against Derek's lips.

"I just don't want you to think I'm taking advantage of you," Derek replies in a similar fashion.

Stiles pulled away slightly. "Derek, that's the single hottest, most romantic thing you've said to me since 'I really want to kiss you'. Now, if you don't mind, I'd love to suck you off about it."

Derek laughed and his hands came to cradle Stiles' face adoringly. "Not if I suck you off first."

They kissed again, gentler this time, deep kisses that warmed his entire body and set his nerve endings on fire. Derek walked Stiles back until his calves touched the sofa, then softly pushed him so Stiles sit down. He wanted to object that he was not 16 anymore to be dry humping in the sofa, but then Derek took off his shirt and all of Stiles' thoughts went out of the window.

Stiles scrambled to take some layers off, tangling his limbs bad enough that Derek laughed when Stiles got caught in a sleeve. When he finally took the hoodie and the t-shirt off, Derek went silent looking at him.

Self-conscious, Stiles asked "what?"

"You're so fucking hot, Stiles," Derek said, a hungry look in his eyes. "I really should've spoken up sooner."

"How soon is sooner?" he asked, curiously.

"You went through a long list of dates in college. I should've just said something by the time you started dating that Justin guy."

"Justin?"

"Sophomore year, dark hair, covered in tattoos—"

"Oh, yeah, I'd forgotten about Justin."

"See? Too many people have had their way with you while I was doing what? I should've said something."

Stiles felt himself blush at that. That meant that Derek had thought about Stiles like that for a good three years. God, Stiles wished he hadn't been such a coward and spoken up before. This long wait felt ridiculous.

"What's done is done. Now, are we making out or not? If Scott comes home earlier, I'm gonna be so pissed."

Derek smiled at that and sat next to Stiles. They kissed again, this time slow and careful, almost too careful for Stiles' tastes. He would have said something if Derek hadn't gently pushed him back so he was lying down. Then Derek laid on top of him, his hot, half naked body covering Stiles'.

Their kisses turned hungry, almost desperate, enough to cut the threads that held him tethered to the planet. Stiles felt lost in the feeling of Derek's hot mouth, the stubble burning the side of his face as the man kissed his neck, his breath tingling his skin when he pulled away panting, eyes shut.

"Stiles…" Derek said. "Maybe we should… I'm not entirely in control."

Stiles put a hand on his cheek and waited until the werewolf opened his eyes, whose irises had a slight red shimmer.

"Fuck, that's hot."

He wished he could readjust his pants where his boner was pressing against Derek's thigh, but he was sure Derek had noticed by now.

"Stiles—"

"No, no, no words. More kissing," he said, sliding his hands up his arms to his strong shoulders.

"I could hurt you." Derek looked at him with concern.

"I would let you."

Derek closed his eyes and leaned down, touching his forehead to Stiles'.

"God, Stiles that's—" Derek shifted his hips and his boner brushed against Stiles' sending a jolt of electricity all the way to the tip of his toes. His cock felt thick and hard against him. "Fuck."

Stiles took that as a sign that more kissing was necessary. He caught Derek's and kissed him, running the tip of his tongue over Derek's lips, swallowing the man's moan. Stiles always fantasized that Derek would be a good kisser, but the way he put his whole body into it was unexpected and it was turning him on beyond measure.

When Derek's hips shifted down, Stiles moaned into Derek's mouth, his nails digging into the skin of the man's shoulders. In response, Derek pulled away slightly, breathing heavily. "Stiles."

His words slurred slightly as his fangs lengthened, his eyes glowing a furious red. Stiles felt his dick twitch, almost painfully aroused.

"Fuck, yes, Derek." He rubbed his hip against Derek's thigh and the man groaned. "Wolf out if you want, I don't care."

Derek pulled back enough that Stiles' hands fell from his shoulders, then he ran a clawed hand down Stiles' arm and pulled it up to pin it above his head. Stiles could have come right then and there, but Derek wasn't done. He shifted his weight and pushed his hips down, grinding against Stiles.

Stiles wasn't sure if he believed in God most of the time, but the feeling of Derek's dick against his was enough to make him change his mind. Absentmindedly, he opened his legs as much as his position and Derek's weight allowed it, and Derek found a spot between them almost immediately, grinding his hips down once more.

When he moaned, Derek's mouth was already on his, swallowing the noises he made as Derek's hips pressed down. Stiles moved up to meet him halfway and Derek groaned, long and deep.

They kissed long and hard until they were both panting for breath. Derek's mouth moved to his ear, kissing and biting and licking until Stiles squirmed under him, their cocks brushing against each other, separated by the fabric of their jeans.

"There's still too many clothes between us," Stiles said, in between kisses.

Derek let go of the hand he was pinning against the sofa and Stiles immediately felt its loss. That is, until he realized Derek was unbuttoning his jeans.

Stiles fumbled with his own zip for a moment, but then Derek's hands were on him, undoing his jeans, freeing his cock from his underwear. Stiles had half a mind to lift his ass so Derek could move the clothes out of the way, but he couldn't think, not with Derek's beautiful, thick cock on display. He swallowed, hungry.

Derek, whose eyes followed Stiles', said, "later."

Then he dipped his head down to kiss Stiles, all tongue and teeth and claws running softly down his side, all the while, keeping his hips just out of Stiles' reach. Stiles was losing his mind with all his teasing, so he lifted his hips until his cock brushed against Derek's.

"Fuck, Stiles," the man mumbled against his lips.

So Stiles did it again and again until Derek retaliated by grinding down against him, his hard, velvet-soft cock sliding against Stiles' stomach. Stiles gasped. Derek bit softly down the side of his neck, his canines tickling him slightly.

Beads of precome made the friction not just bearable, but almost heavenly. He thrust against Derek only to have his hips met halfway. They ground against each other desperately, their kissing just as urgent.

Derek's thrusts became more erratic and suddenly, thick ropes of come painted Stiles' stomach. Derek groaned and swore under his breath, moving to sit up. He glanced at the mess between them, at Stiles' cock, still hard, covered in Derek's come.

"Fuck, Stiles. Do you have any idea what you do to me? How you look right now? How you smell? Desperate for me," he slurred, his fangs still out. His eyes were back to their green-hazel color, but a ringlet of red surrounded his pupils.

"Derek, do you have any idea how hot you look right now?" Stiles wondered if Derek had any idea how painful his arousal felt at the moment. "I could come just from looking at you."

That seemed to get Derek's attention. He looked down at Stiles, taking in his current state. Stiles felt as if Derek was touching him from that look alone.

"Oh, Stiles, I'm about to ruin everyone else for you," he said, running his fingers up and down Stiles' length. A shiver ran down his spine.

Stiles' words got lost in a gasp as Derek jerked him off. "You already did."

Afterword

End Notes

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