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Stiles jerks awake, he bolts upright in his bed roll with a gasp, frantic eyes darting around in panic, heart hammering in his ears. It's just a dream. He forced himself to take several deep breaths in an effort to calm himself. Gradually, he took in his surroundings as his heartbeat start to slow down. The campsite is dark and quite, except for his heavy breath. The bonfire is nothing but a faint glow of dying embers now.
"Bad dream?"Derek's gentle voice came from his left.
Stiles swallows and nods his head. "Sorry, did I wake you?"
Derek just shrugged and gave him a small smile.
A gust of wind swept through the campsite, and Stiles couldn't help but shiver. He crossed his arms over his chest, just notice now that his underclothes are soaked with cold sweat.
"Here. "Derek lifts up his blanket and gestured with his head. "You're going to catch a cold. It's warmer this way. "He adds quickly, ears turning slight pink.
After a moment's hesitation, Stiles left his bed roll behind and climbed into Derek's blanket. Once Stiles lay down Derek wrapped them both in the old wool blanket immediately, with Stiles' back facing him. The bed roll is a little small for two grown ups, Derek fidgets with his hands, don't know where to put them. He freezes when Stiles reaches back suddenly and grabbed his hand. Stiles pulls his arm over his side and holds it against his chest. After recover from the initial shock, Derek's body loosened up. He scoots forward a little and curled himself around Stiles snugly.
"Go back to sleep. "Derek whispers. He listens to the steady rhythm of Stiles' breathing, feels Stiles' strong heartbeat under his palm, his arm waves with the rise and fall of Stiles' chest. Before long, they both fall back to sleep.
The next morning, Stiles come to something hard poking at his hip. He wiggles, trying to get comfortable in a daze. Derek grumbles behind him, his arm tightens on Stiles' waist and pulls him close to his chest. He nuzzles into the back of Stiles' neck, soft beard tickling his skin. That finally sobered Stiles up completely. He holds his breath and lies still under Derek's heavy arm, doesn't know what to do at all.
Before long, Derek stirs behind him, finally waking up. He freezes after he realized what he's doing. After a long moment of awkward silence, Derek scrambling out of the blanket on all fours.
"Sorry!"He rushed away quickly and pretend to start getting ready for the day.
Stiles huffs a laugh and rolls his eyes. He flops back onto the bed roll and stretches out with a satisfied sigh. Despite that bad dream, it's still the best sleep he's had in weeks.
Stiles has been unusually quite in the past few days. Derek keeps watching him from the corner of his eyes worriedly as Stiles staring straight ahead at nothing. Whenever Derek tried to hold a conversation he would just nod along once in a while, or gave Derek a apologetic smile when he caught his mind wander away.
"So, you still haven't told me where we're going. "Stiles starts when he caught Derek peeking at him for the millionth time. His sudden voice caught Derek off guard. He sits up straight on his saddle and clears his throat, face turning slight pink. "I want to take you to travel around the country. "
Stiles gapes at Derek like a fish out of water. It takes a solid minute for him to regain his voice.
"Seriously?"He squawks, voice high and pinched.
"Yeah. "Derek nods his head, he doesn’t look like he's joking. "You side you never left Texas before, So. There are so much place i want to show you. The Grand Canyon, the most spectacular place in America, everyone came to this country should have at least see it once. And the Niagara Falls, they say it's the largest around the world. And the Bonneville Salt Flats--"
Derek's tirade was cut short when he saw Stiles' face darkened suddenly. "What's wrong? You don't like travel? We don't have to go if you don't want to. "
"No. It's-"Stiles shakes his head, a sad smile playing across his lips. "My mum. She used to want go travailing with my dad. But they never got the chance. There is always something came up. At first they don't have the money. When life star to turning around she got pregnant. They decide to wait for me to get older. But then she got sick. "His voice trailed off to a whisper in the end.
Derek's heart clenched in his chest. The pain of losing a family, he can't be more familiar with. He knows that right now the last thing Stiles want is pity, especially from him. So he forced a weak smile on his face. "Well, we better make up for them then. "
That actually got him a chuck from Stiles. "You do know it's going to take ages for us to travel all those place, right?"
"Well, it's not like we have anything else to do. "Derek shrugs.
"True. "Stiles concedes. "So, where is our first stop?"He looks at Derek expectantly.
"The Grand Canyon. We'll be heading El Paso first, enter New Mexico from there. Then all the way to Arizona. "
"El Paso. "Stiles nods his head. "Can we make a detour to Odessa on our way?"
"Of cause. We're no in a hurry. Why?"
"There is an old friend of my father lives there. I want to pay him visit and tell him about my dad. "
Derek mused. "Hmm, Peter's hideout happen to be not far from there, I might as well pay him a visit, tell him that I'm gonna be gone for a while. "
"You guys live in a town that big?"Stiles looks at him in disbelief.
"What? Where else do you think we're living in, the mountains?"Derek deadpans, lifts one of his thick eyebrows at Stiles.
"No. I just thought that, you know, with the 'certain activities' you guys does."He gestures up and down at Derek. "That you would want to avoid the crowd. "
Derek rolls his eyes. "It's Peter's idea. He said that the most dangerous place is always the safest place. Only Peter and his most trusted live there. Besides, it's not his only hideout. And third, they are not living in the town. It's a ranch on the outskirts."
"Huh, it's quite clever actually. "Stiles nods his head thoughtfully. He leans down and scratches at Blue's neck. "Did you hear that? We're going on an adventure. "Derek shakes his head at Stiles, a fond smile on his face.
"OK. It's settled then. Let's get going. "Stiles gave Derek a bright smile, the sadness from earlier all sweep away. He urged his horses on with renewed vigor. Derek chuckled and followed close behind.
When they went to sleep that night, Derek is a nervous wrack. He lies restless on his bed roll, doesn't know how to ask Stiles to join him again. Well, he could use the 'catching a cold' excuse again. He mused.
He jumps a little when Stiles nudges him with his toes. "Move a little. "After a moment of confusion his brain finally caught up. He hurried to scoot back to make room for Stiles.
Stiles settled down beside him quietly, back facing him just like the night before. But when Derek is about to put his hand on Stiles' waist, Stiles twists around suddenly. And now he's facing Derek.
Derek's hand hovered above Stiles in the air awkwardly for a moment before dropped back to his side. Stiles is staring at him in silence, face unreadable, his eyes shiny under the moonlight. Derek's throat felt dry and raspy suddenly.
After what feels like ages, Stiles' hand reaches forward and caught the hem of Derek's underclothes. "Can I?"Stiles whispers.
Derek swallows and nods once. He lifts his arms to helps pull the clothe off.
It's the second time Stiles saw Derek shirtless. But honestly, he only got a glimpse last time. He draws in a sudden breath when he got a good look at Derek's bare chest. Derek's upper body is covered with various kind of scars. Some are from blade, few are from bullet, some he couldn't even tell.
"Have you killed a lot of people?"Stiles asks. And Derek's stomach sink a little.
"Some. "He averted Stiles' eyes, voice low and husky.
"Hey. It's OK. "Stiles cups Derek's face in his hands and makes him look back at him. "I don't mind. Not really. "
Stiles' hand swiping down Derek's neck, brushing across his collarbone, and stopped at the broad chest. His fingers ghost over those ridged skin gingerly, almost reverently. Like Derek is something to be cherished. Goosebumps broke out all over Derek's body at Stiles' gentle touch. His fingers leaving fire in its wake.
When Stiles' finders brushed one of his nipple accidentally, Derek jerks a little and sucks in a shaky breath. Stiles is taken aback by Derek's reaction, but he regained his composure quickly. He did it again. Derek bits his lips to prevent himself from making more embarrassing noise. His toes curved tightly.
Stiles looks up under his long lashes at Derek, their gaze locked together. Then, he leans in and licks, just one quick sweep with the tip of his tongue. A whimper escaped the back of Derek's throat as a shudder ran through his frame. Stiles took the tight bud between his teeth and bit down gently.
"Stiles!"Derek cried out in a shaky voice.
"You like that?"Stiles pulled back and licked his lips, a playful smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. Derek swallows, Adam's apple bobbing up and down, and nods firmly.
That's all the encouragement Stiles needs. He leans back in to continue his sweet torture. With his mouth working on one nipple, his left hand took the other one in his nimble fingers, twisting and pinching. Before long, Derek became a writhing mess under his devilish mouth and fingers, making all kinds of small, desperate noises in the back of his throat. It's the most beautiful sound Stiles has ever heard.
Stiles' right hand travels down Derek's abdominal slowly, feels the firm muscles rippling underneath the heated, velvety skin. Blunt nails scratches through the thick line of hair leading from Derek's navel to below his waistband. He unbuckles Derek's belt and pops open the button on his jeans, then pushes it down over Derek's hips along with his underwear. Derek's cock bouncing back against his belly, already hard, pre-cum dripping from the head.
When Stiles' fingers finally wrapped around his cock, Derek heaves a deep sigh of relief. Sparks of pleasure shoot through his body from his toes all the way up his spine. He couldn't help but bucking up into Stiles' hand, fingers gripping Stiles' shoulders tightly like a lifeline.
Stiles rubbed his thumb over the slit, smearing pre-cum around. Then he start to stroking up and down the whole length with a steady rhythm.
Derek's breath became labored, waves of pleasure spreading out across his whole body, pooling low in his belly rapidly. He knows he's going to be embarrassingly quick. It has been so long since he had done this to himself, let alone with another person. With trembling hands, he unbuckled Stiles' belt and pushed his jeans low enough so he could free Stiles' hardening member from their confinement, want to return the favor eagerly.
Stiles' rhythm break a little when Derek's fingers touched his cock. Those calloused fingers feeling rough against his smooth skin, so different from his own hand. Yet it added an extra portion of sweet friction to his like. He rests his forehead on Derek's shoulder, mouth hanging open and ruts into Derek's hand shamelessly. He looks down between them. Mesmerized by the sight of Derek's cock disappearing and reappearing in his fist.
"Stiles. I'm gonna-"Derek whimpers into Stiles' ear, couldn't even finish his words. But Stiles understand him just fine. He's close too. He tightened his grip and picks up his pace, every time he reaches the head he twists his fingers around the crown and rubs the underside with his thumb. After a few more strokes, Derek's entire body seized up, eyes squeeze shut. With a strangle cry he shoots all over his stomach and chest, some even hit his chin.
Stiles lifts his head, watching the blissed out look on Derek's face. It tipped him straight off the edge a second later. He shoots over Derek's hand with a silent scream.
They both lying there on their side, forehead rest against each other, panting into each others mouth. After a few minutes, their labored breath finally evened out. Derek opens his eyes and looks at Stiles with a content smile on his face.
Stiles lifts up his hand which is covered with Derek's cum. A single drop starts to dripping down his wrist. He looked directly into Derek's eyes before leans in and licks a long line up to his fingertip, never break eye contact the entire time. He scowls at the bitter taste but sucks a whole finger into his mouth, then pulls it out with a loud pop. Derek's brain nearly short circuited. He groans, his spent member twitches feebly at the sight. After Stiles finished cleaning his hand Derek pulled him in for a hungry kiss. He can taste himself on their tongues.
After they pulls apart, Derek reaches for his underclothes and uses it to clean them as best as he can then throws it aside. They pulled their pants back on, then settled back to a comfortable position with Derek spoons Stiles from behind. He buried his nose in the crook of Stiles' neck and inhaling deeply. Stiles smells like the old quilt his mother used to hang out in the yard on a nice sunny day. He lets Stiles' scent wash through him, it soothed his mind, makes him feel safe, almost like home. A warm feeling blooms in his chest. He holds Stiles even tighter.
The next morning, they wake up, eat some simple breakfast and get on the road just like usual. Derek keeps stealing glances at him. But every time Stiles looked back, he would just look away with a shy smile on his face.
"So, about last night. "Stiles starts.
"What about it?"Derek tries to act nonchalant but failed miserably. A bright red coloring his face.
"OK. Can we drop this teenager shyness thing. "Stiles waves his hand between them. "Last night was great, for me. More than great, actually. Was it good for you too?"
"Yes. Of cause. "Derek replies quickly. He's ears start to turning pink too.
"Good. "Stiles gave him a smirk. "Because I'm plan to doing it a lot, in many different places-i prefer a bed next time, and many different positions, with you. "With that, he urged his horses on and left Derek gaping like a fish behind. It takes a long time for Derek to recover and hurried to catch up.