There Are Some Things You Can't Walk Away From

[tsunwolf]

He'd figured it would be simple. He'd told McCall, and slipping away with Cora was the easy answer. The past year all condensed down into a duffle bag of clothes and sunglasses; no room for all of his mistakes. It seemed like the best solution, to walk away, go off on their own, leave Scott and Stiles and Isaac and Beacon Hill to their own devices. There was no taking back that he'd screwed up. Saving Cora didn't make up for Boyd and Erica. They were holes in his heart that he didn't think could ever be filled.

They'd saved the last three sacrifices, they'd saved Deucalion from himself, at least for now, and Jennifer had been far beyond saving. He'd heard about the price for the ritual, about Beacon Hills becoming a literal beacon, but he still didn't think he should stay. He could work with Scott, but he'd never be his Beta. Scott had his own pack now, non-traditional as it might be, filled with hunters and Betas and Alphas and a Banshee. It was easy enough to believe that they were better off without him.

Scott could do it better, which was an acidic thought that curled in his chest. No one appreciated it, but he'd tried. He'd done his best, he had tried to be a good leader. He'd made a point to take this most likely to survive the process, to not take the strongest, but the most vulnerable, those who needed the Bite. Isaac, Erica, Boyd... They were people that had been stronger, better as werewolves. He'd wanted to protect them, to keep them safe, to teach them. Their blood was on his hands, except Isaac, who hadn't really been his since he'd sent him away. He'd done too good of a job making the blond Beta hate him.

He flips the lightswitch, and the empty loft plunges into darkness. Despite everything that had happened, it looks like no one had ever been there at all. How he liked it. He tugged at his jacket, as he picked up his bag. Cora was waiting for him and he was already halfway out the door. But he lingered, brows drawing together, looking at the dark doorway. There was so much to leave behind.

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[causticly]

Relief rushes through Stiles like a current, almost overwhelming in its intensity. He opens up under Derek, slides his tongue out and pressing insistently into the other man's mouth to deepen the kiss. His arms loop around Derek's neck to pull him- himself- closer.

It's selfish of him, he knows, but he doesn't want Derek to leave- to leave him. He just doesn't. Derek belongs here, even if it winds up not being with him, but he does. And he needs Derek to see that.

A little groan escapes him, tongues winding together, but Stiles doesn't push for more than that, despite his body's desperate want for more. He won't do that to Derek. He's not like them, he won't ever be. Derek is someone to be cared for and cherished, not used the way they had used him.

[tsunwolf]

Derek meets Stiles' tongue with his own, letting him into his mouth, and there's honest desire there, in how his fingers hold Stiles close. It's an electric heat that snakes through him, curls in his chest and it makes his heartbeat quicken, raises his pulse at the feeling of how their mouths meet and melt together. Tongue sliding against Stiles', likes the way that he tastes, the way that the teen feels against him. Arms wrapping around his neck and he leans in, presses close.

He reaches out, his other hand moving up to cup at the back of Stiles' head, holding onto him. He did belong here, even if it was a hard thing to admit to after everything that had happened. And this, the warm feeling that curled inside of him as they kissed was surprisingly convincing. He'd had an awkward attraction to the teen for a while, even if he had about the worst way in the world of showing it. Of course there were no shortage of reasons to ignore it. But when Stiles kissed him it was hard to care about any of them.

Cora leaves him there after a while, and all Derek can do is pull back and huff a little in amusement. But he still holds him close, even as he looks into his brown eyes. It's not much of an attempt, really, but it's something. A warning that everything always goes wrong and Stiles feels so good.

"I'm not someone you should get involved with."

[causticly]

"No, probably not," Stiles murmurs after pulling back, something he was reluctant to do. "But I think we both know that I do a lot of things I shouldn't." There's a sly grin on his face as he leans in for another kiss, this one brief. Because they are standing in the middle of the sidewalk and anyone he knows - who knows his father, the Sheriff - could see them.

And while he doesn't care, the state of California does and the last thing he wants to do is get Derek in trouble for real. His hand slide from their perch around the man's neck down along his shoulders and over his chest, just because he can, before they settle at his waist.

He thumbs Derek's shirt as he ducks his head a little, somewhat shy despite the liplock they'd been buried in before. "But I want to anyway," he says, then clarifies, "get involved with you. I'm not- I know a lot of people see me as just a kid, probably you, too. But I'm not. We don't go through what we have the past year and come out the same as we went in."

[tsunwolf]

"I'm pretty sure you do things specifically because people tell you not to," he comments with a flick of his green eyes over the teenager. Then their lips touch, and it's brief, but it's warm and it reaffirms that tentative feeling that just maybe he can stay. That Stiles is right, and that he can help, he can at least try and make up for his mistakes.

He knows that he shouldn't be doing this, that there are laws about teenagers and older men, and that the Sheriff would very possibly shoot him. There's a low rumble in his chest as Stiles' hands slip down from around his neck, trailing over his chest before fingers curl at his waist.

He smirks with a shake of his head as Stiles admits it's a bad idea, but says he wants to anyway. He shifts his hand, stroking his thumb under the teenager's chin. He should be the adult here, should list all the reasons for why this is wrong and a terrible idea, but instead he's tilting his head up a little and then kissing him again.

It's slow, lingering, and punctuated with a slight nip of teeth at Stiles' bottom lip. His eyelashes flutter as his eyes look into the teen's. "I don't see you as a child." It does occur to him that they should stop kissing in the middle of a parking lot anyone could drive by, so he pulls back a little, dragging knuckles against the boy's cheekbone.

"You want to come up? I suppose I should put my things back."

[causticly]

"Well, yeah, probably," he admits, grinning and unashamed. Besides, how many times has him not doing something saved their lives? Exactly.

Stiles sighs into the kiss, fingers slipping just beneath the hem of his shirt to feel warm skin at his fingertips, a shiver rolling up his spine at the contact. He searches Derek's gaze to see whether or not he means that and is surprised to see he does. "Good, because a 'kid' wouldn't want to do the things to you that I do," he says, smirking a little as he pulls back when Derek does.

"Yeah, yeah I do," he says, licking his lips a little and feeling his heart quicken in his chest. Does this mean Derek's staying? For good? He could always still leave, Stiles knows that. Disappear into the night after he's left or something. But he hopes not, he really does. He hopes that Derek will stay, for a long, long time.

[tsunwolf]

There's a hum of warm pleasure as fingers slip under the thin cotton of the shirt that he's wearing. He can't help the smile, faint lift of an eyebrow at Stiles' claim, the way he hints at the things he wants to do to Derek. That is definitely not a conversation for standing in the parking lot, but it's absolutely one that he's going to push once they're up in the loft. Because he wants to know, wants to hear it.

"Come on," he says, pulling away to grab his bag off the ground and then tugging at the teen's hand as he headed back toward the building. There was a part of him that wanted to keep Stiles close, but he was ignoring it in favor of actually being able to navigate the stairs up to the loft.

[causticly]

His heart is like a hummingbird in his chest and he knows that Derek can hear it, too. Across his face is a too wide smile as he follows Derek back into the building and up the stairs to the loft. He thinks it's been a long time since he's been this happy over something so simple as being with someone he cares about, a lot if he's honest.

Once they're inside, Stiles slides the heavy metal door shut and then turns around to lean back against it. Then he reaches out and pulls Derek to him. "I'm glad you stayed. I know you didn't have to- that you don't have to. But I'm happy you did. Even if no one else does, I want you here with us." With me, he thinks but doesn't say.

[tsunwolf]

Stiles' heartbeat is racing, and it makes a thrill go through him as they head back into the building. The rapid racing beat of Stiles' heart makes him want to catch him and kiss him again here on the stairs, but he does have some self control. And Stiles is so ridiculously happy, smiling like a cat with a canary. It's infectious, though Derek settles for being quietly bemused as they make their way up to his loft.

They step inside, and he's hardly set his bag down when Stiles is reaching out and pulling Derek in against him. He lets him, leaning in, pressing up against him, head tilted down to look at the teen, his arms going around his waist. "I thought it would be better if I left. That doesn't mean that I wanted to."

He nuzzles in against Stiles' jaw for a moment, because this is nice, and the sky isn't falling around their heads. Yet, anyway.

[causticly]

"I know you did," he breathes out. Because he does, he gets it. So much death has followed Derek that it seemed easier, safer, if he'd just left. So he gets it, but that didn't mean he would have been happy with it. "And I'm glad you didn't want to, I'm glad you didn't leave."

Stiles tilts his head up against the nuzzling, letting out a quiet sigh as he feels stubble scrape gently along his jaw and cheek. He slides his hands up under Derek's shirt, fingers splayed along his back, pressing into warm skin.

And for the moment he just takes it in; the press of Derek against him, the warmth of his body along his own, how he feels under his hands and feels his eyes close as he memorizes this moment.

[tsunwolf]

It's strangely comforting to know that Stiles understands why he'd wanted to walk away, why he'd thought it would be better for everyone. There's so much darkness that always seems to chase after him, and there had been that thought that maybe it was him, that if he wasn't here these things wouldn't keep happening. "You were rather persuasive," he comments with a curl of his lips, words murmured into his skin.

There's a shiver in his shoulders as Stiles' hands snake up under his shirt, fingers pressing against his back. He likes the touch, the contact, and he likes the feeling of being wanted. Not because someone was trying to use him, but because Stiles wanted to be here with him.

He shifts and nips lightly at his jaw with a lazy smile. He likes how his skin feels under his teeth... not enough to hurt, he's careful, but it still rises a rumble of contentment in his chest. His hands shifting to slide up Stiles' chest, feeling skin through fabric and there's a thought that this would be better without shirts in the way.

[causticly]

He can make this a good place, he thinks, if Derek lets him. He can give the man something good, something worth while. And he wants to, he realizes, god does he want to.

"I was, wasn't I?" He teases, grinning softly. He arches into the touch, groaning and can't help but look over Derek's shoulder to the bed on the other side of the room. Pulling away, Stiles grins as he ducks between Derek and the door and moves into the open area of the first level.

Then he turns and begins walking backward. Toward the bed. Stiles tugs his shirt off and drops it to the floor. Then toes off one shoe, then the other. Then his socks, leaving a trail of clothes for Derek to follow.

[tsunwolf]

He wants to let him. He wants Stiles, wants him here, wants to explore whatever is between them, find out what he'd stayed for. It hadn't been just the kiss, but it had mattered, and Stiles is still here, with him, and he wants him, and that's enough reason to stay for the moment.

He lets Stiles pull away, turning to watch him, and his breath catches as the teenager is moving back to the bed, stripping slowly, and Derek can't stop watching. He's staring, and it only takes a moment before he's following, stripping out of his shirt and his shoes, leaving his clothes to mix with the brown eyed devil's.

Stiles wasn't a child. No child could make that look so carelessly seductive. He left Derek unable to do anything except follow him, heat and arousal sparking inside of him.

He wanted to feel, wanted Stiles.

[causticly]

His pulse picks up even more the moment Derek starts toward. His whole body is thrumming with excitement watching the man stalk toward him. His hands move to his jeans, popping the button and tugging down the zipper, the sound loud in the otherwise quiet room.

He does it slowly, slides the material down his hips and thighs, letting them pool at his feet as he steps out of them. Then he's falling back onto Derek's soft bed in just his boxers, slightly tented with his arousal, and moves back toward the center of it.

[tsunwolf]

He follows him like he's unwilling to let Stiles get too far away, although he pauses to enjoy the sight of it as Stiles takes off his jeans. The pop of the button and the click of his zipper, and then his green eyes follow the fabric as it slides down his hips and thighs, falling around his ankles. He can scent his arousal and it makes his eyes close for a moment, just breathing it in. With the clothes stripped away, he's intoxicating. Not just the scent, but the lines of his body, the muscle he's put on in the past year.

Derek smiles, thumbing open the buttons of his denims, shoving them down off his hips, kicking them down to his ankles so he can join Stiles on the bed. He's in just a pair of black boxerbriefs, and Stiles isn't the only one with an erection. He leans in, brushing a hand against the teen's chest with a tilt of his head as he watches him. He doesn't think he wants to let him go until at least morning.

Somehow, there's this good feeling, warmth and being close to him and he wants to hold onto that.

[causticly]

Stiles arches up into the touch, breaths in, shaky with arousal. He's never been touched like this before - not even during the short time he'd been with Heather before she'd been taken. This... this is all new territory for him.

And he wants it, god he wants it.

Reaching up, Stiles slides his hands along Derek's bare chest, feeling hard muscle beneath soft, warm and unmarred skin. His fingers skate over nipples as he drags them down along his stomach to tease across the top of his briefs, groaning at the sight of the man's cock tenting the fabric.

Slowly, he drags his touch further down to tease his fingers along the hard line of it and can't help the way his own hips tip upward in response.

[tsunwolf]

His fingers slide up, slowly exploring the pale skin bared to his gaze. His thumb traces along his collarbone with just a hint of flat, human nails, fingers sliding up along his shoulders. There's a low murmur as Stiles' hands move over Derek's chest, and there's a tremble that shakes through his spine as thin fingertips brush over his nipples, pulling a hint of a moan from his mouth.

His hips jerk as Stiles' fingers brush at the top of his underwear. And that groan that he makes has Derek leaning in, kissing him as if it's something he can devour. There's an edge of heat, of desire and want as he kisses him. Stiles' fingers tease down his cock, and he's moaning against his mouth, his hips jerking into the contact.

One hand slips away from skin, to instead tease at the band of his boxers, slipping fingertips inside, between skin and fabric, and dragging that touch low across his stomach, just shy of his erection. He wanted Stiles, just wanted to feel him, smell him, taste him.

It had been a long time since he'd been so overwhelmed, but it had been a long time since he'd felt real desire.

[causticly]

"Oh god," he mumbles out, groaning at Derek's reaction, the way his hips jerk into the contact, his own pressing up into the man's teasing fingers. God, it's going to drive him nuts, he's sure.

He moans into the kiss and palms Derek's cock a little more firmly, fingers fitting around the outline of it as he strokes slowly up and down, his own rising to Derek's teasing fingers, wanting to feel that warm hand wrapped around him, touching him.

He wants Derek, and not just for right now. But he'll want him tomorrow and the next day and the day after, and a week from now, two weeks, a month and three months from now. He thinks he'll want Derek always.

[tsunwolf]

His breath is ragged as Stiles' fingers palms over his erection more firmly, hand fitting over the outline as he strokes over it slowly. The teen lifting his hips, shifting to try and press into Derek's hand as the werewolf's fingers tease, but then he gives in. Sliding his hand down and dragging a finger along the length of his erection, sliding his thumb over the head as he lets his hand wrap around him in an easy grip.

This is good. Just being here with him, touching, feeling. And somehow, because it's Stiles, it's easy to believe that this isn't going to somehow blow up in his face and destroy people he cares about. There's still that worry that he'll get him hurt, that he'll have the teenager's blood on his hands by the end of it, but Derek has never been good at heeding those warnings.

And so his fingers stroke as his hips rock into the touch of Stiles' hand, his breath quickening, nuzzling into the boy's neck and nipping at his neck. He wants him, wants to keep him.

[causticly]

Stiles moans at the touch, panting softly as he rocks up into his fingers, legs spreading a little wider. He knows, without doubt, that he wants this, wants Derek. For as long as Derek will have him.

"Derek," he groans out, pressing firmly with his hand, rubbing up and down the bulging length of the man and grinding up into him as well. "Remember how I said I had... things I wanna do to you?" He asks, a sly grin crossing his face.

"I really want to blow you."

[tsunwolf]

Derek, for his part, at least for right now, doesn't want to let go of the teen. He wants to keep him here. He wants to selfishly soak up the warmth and the affection and the feeling of his kisses. He wanted to hold onto him and tangle their bodies together until he could smell Stiles' scent on his body and his scent on the teen's skin.

He likes the sound of his moans, and he wants to hear more of them, making his fingers stroke a little faster. And then, Stiles' is grinning with his fingers on his cock, and he says he wants to blow him. Derek swallows, because it's filthy and gorgeous and the teen is far too seductive for his own good. Or, well, for Derek's, anyway.

"Jesus, Stiles... Yeah, I'd like that." Who the fuck wouldn't? He lets a grin of his own tease at his lips. "What else do you think about doing to me?" This is different. Talking about it, instead of just falling into bed, bodies sliding as he got swept away on a current he couldn't resist.

[causticly]

"A lot of things," he says easily, like they're talking about the weather and not sex. He slides his fingers through the slit in Derek's briefs and circles his long fingers around his heated length, groaning at the hot weight of it in his palm as he strokes slowly.

"Like riding you, fucking myself on your dick after you've opened me up with your fingers and tongue, after you've gotten me all slick and wet and ready for you," Stiles pants out, verbally confessing one of his dirtiest fantasies. He moans loudly as he grinds up into Derek's fingers, the touch too much and not enough.

"I've also," the teen pauses to lick his lips, wet his mouth a little. "Though about doing the same, getting you on your back or your knees and eating you out, slicking you up and fucking you. If- if you'd want that, of course," because he sure as hell wouldn't just because it was something he wanted, if Derek didn't want it too.

[tsunwolf]

That perks his attention, the simple fact that Stiles has clearly given at least some amount of thought to this, been thinking about him like that. The mix of to how the teen slides fingers into his briefs is intoxicating. The way fingers curl around Derek's erection, and he gasps lowly at the heat of the touch. And then he's talking, and Derek would candidly admit that half the time he thinks Stiles talks too much, but right now he doesn't want him to stop.

He quickens the pace of his fingers a little encouragingly, leaning in as Stiles talks about riding him, and then he's talking about fucking Derek and there's a shiver that runs visibly through his shoulders. His green eyes watching Stiles, lingering on his mouth that's damp from his tongue, and there's a slow nod at that implied question. "Yes. Yeah, I want that," his voice is rough, shaky with desire as he looks into the teen's warm brown eyes.

He trusts him, somehow.

[causticly]

Stiles makes a choked, needy sound when Derek agrees and his hips rock up harder into the man's touch, surging up to kiss Derek again, tongue thrusting into his mouth and moaning into it. Then he's sitting up and pushing Derek back- back onto the bed so he can straddle him, hips grinding down together and making him moan even louder

He pulls back only an inch, licking and nipping at his lower lip as he rolls his hips slowly. "God, so much- I want to do so much," he pants out, slowing the pace until he's barely moving, just resting atop the werewolf. "But first, I really wanna suck you off," Stiles murmurs, then begins to move further and further down Derek's body.

[tsunwolf]

He likes this, Stiles, just everything about it. It's the way their bodies come together, how open the teenager is, in the things he says to the way that he responds, and Derek's never been with someone that responded so openly before. Never been with someone that talked about what they wanted instead of it just being this meltdown of reason. It's different, but not just that, it's better. It feels like something he can hold onto, instead of an explosion destined to fall on the wrong side one day.

Their lips meet again, and it's searing, electric, and his other hand reaches up to slide into his hair. His tongue sliding against Stiles', pressing into the kiss, hot and hard and wanting. His green eyes are bright with desire as he looks up at Stiles, falling back against the pillows as the teenager pushes him down. Stiles straddles him, their hips grinding together and it steals the breath from his lips, has him moaning at the friction. His hands sliding up Stiles' legs, caressing against his thighs.

He likes how Stiles seems almost distracted, almost overwhelmed by the fact that he can have this, have Derek. It means that at least he's not alone with the feeling. He's thought about things like this, but never as something he could have. Or at least, something he should have. And he's still not entirely convinced that he wont ruin this, but at least it feels better than anyone else he's been with.

"We'll get there. I'm not going anywhere." It's both a reminder and an offer, that he's staying and that they can do this. That Stiles can have him, can make his fantasies real. He shivers softly at the way the teen's body is sliding down Derek's, and his hands come up, catching strong fingers on Stiles' shoulders, needing to touch, feel him.

[causticly]

Stiles groans at the touch, those warm hands on his shoulders, strong fingers that could rend a person heavy on his skin. He trails his lips along Derek's stomach, kissing his way down as his fingers tease along the hem of his briefs. Even with just a human nose he can smell Derek's arousal, his heavy musky scent that makes the teen's mouth water. The man's cock is straining under the cotton material and panting breathlessly Stiles lowers his head and presses his mouth along the thick line of Derek's cock.

He mouths at the bulge, wetting the material as he laves his tongue along it, feeling it twitch beneath his lips. His hands bypass tugging the briefs down to instead smooth along the man's muscled thighs, moaning softly along his dick. Despite his display, Stiles hasn't actually done this before, though he's watched numerous porn videos where guys blew each other.

Dragging his hands back up to Derek's hips, he does the same with his tongue along the man's dick, teasing the head through the material with the tip of his tongue before finally, finally tugging the briefs down and letting the man's erection spring free.