Get the Handcuffs (A Fuckin’ Fluffy Monday ficlet)
So Juily prompted me with the following thing:
Prompt : STEREK IN AN ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP AND THEIR FAIL OF A FIRST DATE
For the thing we’ve started doing called ‘Fucking Fluffy Monday’s’ to help deal with the heartbreak that season 3 is obviously going to bestow upon us.
So here is Derek and Stiles and it’s fluffy.
Stiles propped his face up on his hands. He was lying on his stomach staring at Derek who had was still asleep, sheets wrapped around his waist and tangled up in his legs.
He was sure he looked the picture of smitten at that moment, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care overly, not now that he and Derek were a thing.
Well, they’d already been a thing for three months, this hot steamy thing, in many different positions, many different times. The thing was, it’d all happened so quickly, one minute they were arguing about how best to attack the Monster of the WeekTM, the next minute Stiles was being pressed up against Derek’s fridge, strong hands trailing up his sides; so Stiles had never really had time to figure out what the thing was.
“Stop being creepy,” Derek murmured, eyes still closed, jerking Stiles out of his reprieve.
“I’m totally not,” Stiles said, flopping onto his back, tugging the sheet from Derek. “Have I mentioned that I love you, by the way?”
“Several times,” Derek grumbled. “I wish I could take it back.”
“You lie,” Stiles grinned, before shuffling down and kissing Derek’s abs. He smirked at the twitch in the sheets. “You totally love me.”
“Uh,” Derek said, slightly breathless. Stiles just swatted him playfully and pulled back, swinging out of bed and tugging a clean pair of boxers from his drawer in the bedside table. “Aw, don’t do that,” Derek moaned.
“C’mon, Derek, we’ve gotta get up, we both need a shower,” Stiles said, getting to his feet and tugging on his underwear. Derek leered at the moles dancing along his hip as he strutted from the room towards the bathroom.
“That’s not a good enough reason to get out of bed,” Derek grumbled. “I’m tired, can we not just have another sex marathon then sleep?”
Stiles turned his head, rolling his eyes over his shoulder,“Get up, we’re out of supplies anyway.”
Derek groaned, gaze fixated on Stiles ass before the bathroom door was slammed shut. He pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes.“Is it inappropriate to masturbate if you’re in the next room?” Derek called, casting a glance down at his cock.