I Do Not Own Teen Wolf.

Big hands held Stiles as he moved his hips in a circular motion down onto Derek's lap, his lips occupied with trying to mark the werewolf's ever healing skin. Derek definitely wasn't complaining. The werewolf was making some beautiful marks himself on the teenager. Stiles was literally covered with them.

The couch cushions were crumpled from all the movement and the pillows were all over the living room. The television was still on in the background, though it was muted and there were still drinks and plates on the coffee table, along with an aid or two for Stiles.

Stiles moaned as Derek bit particularly hard into his shoulder, a small trickle of blood flowing from the cut. Derek lapped it up greedily and then quickly moved to the teenagers lips, where he continued to ravish the boy. Stiles kissed back hard, arms moving to wrap around the werewolf's shoulders and to pull him closer to his lithe body.

Eyes glowed red as the body they belonged to did as it was commanded. A sharp thrust up had golden eyes closing and plump mouth opening in a high keening sound. Derek reveled from the sounds his lover was making. Another hard thrust up pushed Stiles onto his back, his legs falling open as he did. Derek crawled between them and continued to push his crotch against Stiles'. The teen pulled on the wolf's shirt, taking it and his own off and then soon after their pants.

Deft fingers pushed at Derek's chest, moving him so his back was against the couch and then the boy's warm body sat on his lover's muscled thighs. Stiles pushed his briefs down to just passed his ass and then pulled the werewolf's thick cock from the confines of the fabric. Slowly he lowered himself onto the appendage, being careful since it had been an hour or two since he had been stretched.

Derek grunted when Stiles finally finished lowering himself and grazed the back of the boy's sensitive neck with his claws. It relaxed the boy enough to where he could start moving slowly, the Alpha's subtle thrusts matching the movement of Stiles' thin hips.

That was when the key clicked and the door opened. And. . . Finstock?! Stiles knew he was a good friend of his father's, which really explained the whole giving him a hard time thing, but why would he be coming over now?! Especially since they hadn't exactly gotten a rhythm started yet!

The Alpha's hips were still moving slowly, making Stiles whimper as the length inside him rubs against his prostate.

Finstock gags as he sees the two, but he's so shocked he can't even move.

"C-coach!" Stiles squeaks out and tries to get off Derek's lap, but large hands stop him from doing so. "Derek, let me go!" It's a whisper now.

Finstock finally gets feeling back in his body and starts freaking out. Normal Finstock behavior.

"What - you, wait, Bilinski, what?!" he can't even form real sentences.

Stiles grabs the only shirt that's nearby and covers his lap with it, smiling shyly as he did so. Derek just turned his face away and waited for the school teacher to leave. He wanted to finish, dammit. It had been going so good and this stupid man just had to walk in. What was with it and people ruining their time together?! They're rarely able to have sex anymore without someone walking in and it was really starting to piss him off.

"So coach. . . How's it hangin?" Stiles asks to try and pass the awkward moment off.

Finstock just gags a little again and wipes his hand down his face.

"I guess Bilinski can get some after all. Didn't expect it to be like this, though. And I really would have rather not walked in on it. I'll forever have a picture of my student's sex life in my head. . ." he sighs. And then Stiles' dad walks in.

"Ah, Bobby. You're a little early. Did Stiles let you in?"

Finstock, or well, Bobby, shook his head no and pointed to the boy in question. The sheriff looked at his son, then at Derek, then back to his son, realizing the boy was shirtless and rather sweaty. He looks back at Derek and realizes, he too, his shirtless and sweaty. Clothes litter the floor, except for the shirt Stiles was using to cover himself, and sighs. Then his face turns really red.

"Stiles Stilinski! I told you not to have sex anywhere in the house but your room!"


Yes, it is short and I'm sorry. I wanted to write something for this, even if it was really short because it's been months since I've done anything for ATTTBC and well, I was very ashamed. I just didn't have a lot of inspiration, kinda like a writer's block. I'll continue to write chapters for this but I'm really sorry if they're spread out and not one after the other.

I'm working on other Derek/Stiles stories and quite possibly some ConWash, but I'm still debating that.

Again I'm sorry for how long you had to wait and the shortness of this. And the fact that it wasn't really funny or anything. Please forgive me.