"Okay guys, this was a good effort, let's hit the showers." Stiles was tired of this monster of the week nonsense. Not that it was actually a new monster every week, but it sure felt like it. "Not you, Derek. You and I had a date, and we are having that date or so help me God."
Erica laughed. "You're going to fuck in the Jeep."
"Whether or not we fuck in the Jeep is none of your business," Stiles said.
"Considering you'll drive me around in that thing—"
"Scott can give you a ride back to the den," Stiles interrupted. He saw Lydia shake her head as she walked to her car, amused. Erica pouted but didn't say anything else.
The pack left in pairs and trios with only mild teasing about Stiles' horniness. When the last car pulled out, Derek was on him, pushing him against the Jeep with a fierceness usually reserved for the bedroom. He kissed Stiles as if his life depended on it, pressing his body against him, holding his face as if Stiles would float away from him.
As Derek kissed Stiles' neck, Stiles mumbled, "the restaurant will close if we stay here."
"Stiles, I don't care about dinner," Derek said, sucking a love bite on the side of his neck.
"You owe me dinner and a movie," Stiles panted when Derek's hands found the waist of his jeans.
"Noted," Derek whispered in his ear, biting the lobe. "Now how about I suck your dick for that incredible timing with the bat?"
"Well, you were a good boy and waited for backup. I should reward you for not going headfirst into it alone," Stiles said, half joking. Derek pressed his crotch against Stiles' hip, biting down harder behind Stiles' ear. "You like that, huh?"
Stiles hands went to the waistband of Derek's jeans.
"Stiles, let me—"
"You want to be on your knees that bad, huh?" Stiles teased. Derek's beard scratched the side of Stiles' face as he trailed kisses down his neck. Stiles ground his hips against Derek's, his dick hardening with the friction.
"You smell like you like it," Derek said. "It turns you on."
"I do like it. I love when you're on your knees choking on my cock."
Derek's hands undid Stiles' zipper, palming him over his underwear. "Did I earn it?" Derek whispered.
Stiles hummed at the pleasant sensation of Derek's hand on his dick. "I don't know, will there be a proper dinner on the other side of this?"
"What is it with you and dinner when I want to suck your dick in the middle of the woods?"
"Well, forgive me for loving the jealous stares we get wherever we go together," Stiles said. "I want the whole town to know you're mine, Derek Hale."
Derek's hand gripped him tighter as he bit down his shoulder with a little more force than strictly necessary. Stiles moaned and his dick twitched in Derek's hand.
"Come on, Derek," Stiles urged. "Get on your knees for me."
With a last open-mouthed kiss that was all teeth and tongues, Derek sank to his knees in front of Stiles, nosing at his crotch over his clothes. Stiles bravely resisted the urge to hurry him up, aware that they were in the middle of the woods without much in the way of cover.
Finally, Derek pulled down Stiles' jeans and underwear until his dick was free. Derek ran his tongue up Stiles' cock with clinical precision, then he swallowed the tip with care, licking the underside until Stiles' toes curled. Derek bobbed his head up and down, taking in more and more of Stiles' cock with each iteration.
Stiles cursed when he looked down and saw Derek's hollowed out cheeks as he swallowed him whole, looking up at Stiles with those beautiful red eyes of his. "God, Derek, that feels so good."
The man hummed in response, sending the vibration all the way to Stiles' balls. "Yeah, that's good, Derek, keep sucking on that dick."
Derek continued kissing, licking, and sucking, bringing Stiles closer to the edge the more he sucked. Stiles loved the feeling of Derek's wet mouth around him more than most things in the world, but he especially loved Derek's eagerness to please — something Stiles was keen on keeping to himself for the rest of their lives.
"You're so being so good for me, baby," Stiles said.
Derek pulled away from Stiles' dick to say, "don't call me baby, Stiles."
Stiles grabbed Derek's face with both hands, leaning over Derek. He slid his right thumb into Derek's mouth and pressed down the inside oh his cheek, widening the opening of his mouth. "How can you not be my baby when I have you like this?"
Derek keened softly as his fangs came out. Stiles looked down at Derek's hands and watched as he closed them in fists to keep his claws away. Stiles loved seeing Derek lose control like that.
"You can be your mean Alpha self around the pack, but you don't fool me for a second, Derek." Stiles leaned closer, until he was a breath away from Derek's lips. "You like being my pretty toy."
Stiles let go of his face and pulled away, straightening to lean back on the Jeep. Derek watched him with a soft blush, arms made into fists on top of his thighs, fighting for control.
"So," Stiles dragged out the word long enough to feel silly, "are you my baby, Derek?"
"Fuck you."
"That's not something a good boy would say," Stiles said, hands going to his pants to pull them back up. Derek's right hand shot up to stop him.
"Yes," he whispered.
"Yes, what?"
"I'm yours, Stiles," Derek looked up. "All yours. Whatever you want me to be, I'll be it."
Stiles' heart beat faster. He felt heady with the power in his hands at the moment. "Then be a good boy, and suck my cock, baby."
Derek didn't need further encouragement and he swallowed all of Stiles with one fluid movement. Stiles could've come immediately at the eagerness with which Derek gave him pleasure, but he focused on his breathing and let himself be sucked by Derek's capable mouth.
"Yeah, Derek, don't stop, don't stop." He grabbed a handful of Derek's hair as he got closer, thrusting his hips until his cock hit the back of Derek's throat and he gagged. "Yeah, Derek, gag on my cock. You're being so, so good. Do you wanna touch yourself?"
Derek nodded, cock still in his mouth.
"You can touch yourself for me, baby. Just let me come in your mouth while you do," Stiles said, slowly pulling out from Derek's mouth to give him space to undo his zipper. Derek's cock was a thing of beauty against his dark jeans. Stiles was half tempted to ask Derek to fuck him, but he was enjoying Derek's desperation a bit too much.
Once he was jerking himself off, Stiles used his thumb to open up Derek's mouth wide. He put the tip of his cock on Derek's tongue and jerked himself off watching Derek desperately trying to come.
Derek looked at him earnestly, pure, undiluted trust in his face, and Stiles felt he almost didn't deserve that devotion. He moved his hand faster, bringing himself closer with the sight of Derek on his knees, until it was too much for him to handle, and he came on Derek's open mouth.
Derek moaned as he swallowed, jerking himself off faster, until he was coming all over his jeans. Stiles hummed, pleased with himself.
"Now that's a good boy," he said, rubbing his cock on Derek's tongue until the man cleaned every last drop of come from it.
Stiles pulled his dick away and leaned to kiss Derek, tasting his own come on Derek's lips. Derek kissed him back sloppily, still stroking himself.
They pulled apart, panting, and Derek leaned his forehead on Stiles' hip, nudging him for a pat in the head. Stiles caressed Derek's cheek lovingly, then patted him a couple of times. "I really want to fuck you senseless," Stiles said.
Derek, still nonverbal, just nodded and started zipping himself up.
"You did good, Derek. I'm going to thoroughly reward this behavior," he added. "After dinner."
Derek huffed a laugh and stood up, pushing Stiles against the Jeep to kiss him again. Stiles' dick twitched with interest, but he pulled his jeans up as they kissed, eager to get them to a bed to continue the debauchery.
"We can go to the pizza place downtown where they serve wings," said Derek as he pulled away from Stiles.
"Now you want dinner?" Stiles teased.
"One of the waitresses keeps trying to give me her number," Derek said. "You can be a possessive asshole there."
"Which waitress? Why didn't you tell me before?" Stiles asked, feeling mildly jealous.
"Don't actually be a possessive asshole," he warned.
"You like it," Stiles said, palming his pockets until he found the keys to his jeep.
Derek lowered his head as he walked to the passenger side. "Maybe I do."
"I know you do," said Stiles, getting in the Jeep.
Once Derek was inside, he said, "I'll tell you which waitress if you promise to not make a big deal about it."
"Oh, I was planning on fucking you in their tiny bathroom next to the kitchen so the whole restaurant would hear."
"We're gonna get arrested," Derek said.
"That's not a no."
"I'm just saying your father won't like receiving another call from jail to bail us out for public indecency."
"That was one time!" Stiles said, turning on the engine. "And no one's gonna call the police on us. The owner likes me, on account of the party of eight that I come with at least once a week."
"You're an idiot, Stiles."
"But I'm your idiot," he countered. "I am, right?"
"All mine."