i had the weirdest dream so obviously i had to write a fic about it
They met at the park. It could have been a meet-cute, except Derek doesn’t do cute so it ended up just being weird.
was taking Nora for a walk like he always does when she decided it
would be a good idea to chase a squirrel and practically dragged him
around, only stopping when another dog got in her way – probably
chasing the squirrel too – and they started growling at each other.
man. Control your dog, I’m not ready to be a grandpa!”
dog is a female.” Derek said, tried not to stare at the other guy’s
hands as he struggled to hold his dog back.
the other guy said, “how can you know under all – that.”
He gestured towards Nora.
an Alaskan malamute.” Derek took a step back, dragging Nora away
from asshole-guy and his dalmatian. “Much better than a dog that
you don’t know if it’s white or black.”
other guy stopped, looked between Derek and his dog. “How dare
you.” He narrowed his eyes. “Leia is beautiful.”
Derek asked, smirking. “What happened to creativity these days?”
show you creativity.” The guy growled, much like Nora was doing,
then took Derek’s hand, dragged him towards a bench and started to
list all the reasons he named his dog after Princess Leia.
and Leia ended up getting along fabulously, and as fate would have
it, so did their owners.
Stiles mumbles, watching as Derek heads to the bathroom. “I’m
supposed to be going to work. Stop teasing me.”
smirks over his shoulder. “Are you sure? I was going to ask you to
join me in the shower.”
Stiles says as his dick responds to Derek’s smile. “I hate you.”
laughs. “I know.” He walks into the shower, moans purposefully
loud when the hot water hits his body. Stiles yells at him to shut up
and seconds later he’s joining Derek under the spray.
gonna kill me.” He leans in for a kiss, nips at Derek’s bottom lip
as he runs his hands over Derek’s wet chest. “Fuck,” he moans
when Derek presses him against the wall, rubs their dicks together,
bites softly at Stiles’ pulse point, enjoys the moan it elicits from
him. He’s always talking, moaning, yelling,
seriously, Derek is the one who’s going to die here.
been two months and they aren’t even close to getting tired from each
other. It’s still hot, fun and - even more - exciting.
Sometimes, in between fixing a
car or two, Derek checks his phone, sends messages to Stiles, some of
them explicit others just telling him about his day, the awful
clients that destroy their cars and ask Derek to perform miracles.
Other times, it’s Stiles that calls him, rambles about his dad and
Leia, about his friends and what he ate that morning.
haven’t talked about what they are – if they are something – but
Stiles doesn’t seem in a hurry, so Derek isn’t going to force him, as
much as he wants to.
Really, Derek’s got it so bad even his boss noticed and he’s seventy.