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Stiles hadn’t expected to run across a werewolf, but, nevertheless, here he was. It was late at night, and the full moon was out. So, in reality, in was a very probable thing to happen. Then again, the wolves of Beacon Hills generally kept to themselves. The Hales were well known, but very private. Their alpha, Talia Hale, came into town every now and again to discuss certain matters. The people of Beacon Hills left them alone, and the Hales in turn. That's how things had been for generations.
So, he whilst on his way home, Stiles had never expected to come across a wolf. Stumbling and generally not great looking. The thing was massive. Huge really. Stiles had never seen a fully shifted wolf up close before. Then again, he didn’t want to. He had only ever seen them in human form on the rare occasion when they came into town. Which was fine.
He slams on the brakes. With the Jeep coming to a grinding, screeching halt. The wolf hardly moves. Its eyes are deep, gold-amber. It whines as he gets out. Cautiously standing by the door. Not approaching. The moon was big and bright in the sky. This was when werewolves were at their strongest, and most animal. It was when they were at their most dangerous. Stiles should have known better. But, like always, his sense of self-preservation was shockingly absent.
The wolf doesn’t move as he approaches. It just...watches him. Staring him down. Silently challenging him to try anything. Upon closer inspection. The wolf his bleeding. Right around its front legs. Something had happened to it. Something bad. Something that made it panic and run right out in the middle of the road. He was at a loss of what to do.
On the one hand, he knew better than to go anywhere near the preserve. The Hales liked their privacy. And Stiles had every intention of leaving well enough alone. It was also a real possibility that this wolf wasn’t even one of the Hale pack. Then again, those odds were rather low. He was pretty sure that the wolf had its reasons for being out here, and not in the woods. So, he does the stupid thing, and gets closer.
“Hey, buddy. You look hurt. You want me to take you back?” Stiles asked.
That earned him a deep, frightening growl. The wolf’s hackles raised. It was very, very not okay with that idea. Which Stiles didn’t understand. Wolves were pack creatures. They were designed, by their very nature, to live in groups. There must have been a reason for this one not to have been with its pack. But, if it didn’t want to go anywhere, Stiles certainly couldn’t make it.
“Okay...um...how bout this? I take you back to my place. Get you cleaned up. Sound good?” Stiles asked.
That...that seemed to get the wolf’s attention. Whatever the reason, it didn’t want anything to do with the Hales or the preserve. So, this was a bad idea. Like, nuclear level bad. Like, Stiles could end up maimed. But, for whatever reason, this wolf was hurt and scared and probably didn’t feel safe. So, yeah. He was gonna take a werewolf home. His dad was going to have a stroke when he found out.
He opens the back of the Jeep after walking away. Never once turning his back on the wolf. The thing stares at him. Eyes focused and serious beyond measure. But otherwise, the wolf isn’t aggressive. Which, thankfully, seemed to be the case overall. Stiles really didn’t want to have to get the Argents involved. He generally disagreed with their very heavy-handed approach when it came to the wolves.
After a few minutes, and nervous sweating, the wolf starts to move. Slowly making its way over towards Stiles and the Jeep. It looks towards the Jeep, then towards Stiles. Before, finally, jumping in the back. Making a few circles before finally laying down. Eyes closed and breathing softly. Stiles had no idea why this wolf had decided to trust him or why he was even doing this. But, as the old saying went, in for a penny, in for a pound.
The wolf is completely still and silent on the drive over to Stiles’ apartment. Stiles can tell that the wolf isn’t sleeping. But it isn’t stressed either. Thankfully, he lived alone and on the first floor. He also had the great benefit of having neighbors that liked to keep to themselves, and their noses out of his business.
The wolf hesitates to get out of the Jeep. As if it was the safest place in the world. Stiles just gently encourages the wolf, and, eventually, the thing jumps down. Trotting alongside Stiles. Happily panting. Whatever had hurt it seemed to have healed. Which was good. Stiles didn’t know how well this was gonna work out, but some part of him, even though he was seconds away from pissing himself, couldn’t just leave.
The wolf seemed to be happy once they were inside the apartment. Eagerly sniffing around everything. Which made sense. Werewolves were all about space and territory. And this wolf was in a new place, with someone they had never met before. So, Stiles let the wolf rummage around as much as he liked. So long as he didn’t chew on anything.
He makes his way towards the bathroom. The shower sputters to life as the ancient water boiler gets to work. After he makes sure that the spray isn’t freezing cold anymore, he makes his way back to the living room to try and corral the wolf into taking a bath. Except, what he finds isn’t a wolf. It is a grown ass man. A very large grown ass man. Laying on top of his bean bag chair.
Stiles’s heart leaps into his chest. The guy is completely fucking naked. And, on top of all the other very inordinate fuckery, the dude had a hard on. He remembered somewhere in the back of his mind that, for some wolves, the full moon made them horny. And while this was straight out of a really trashy porno plotline, the guy was...well...nasty.
He had been running through the woods for god only knew how long. He was covered in dirt and all other manner of refuse. Sitting on Stiles’ bean bag chair. Which wasn’t really an issue. He'd gotten in at a thrift store, but still. He liked that chair. Now, he was probably gonna have to toss it.
“Uh, hi. Wanna go and take a shower?” Stiles asked.
The wolf picks up his head. Looking at Stiles with a quizzical expression. Then, quick as you like, he was on his feet. The dude's long legs made short work of the distance between them. He stopped in front of Stiles. Sniffing the air just in front of him. He was just about to direct the guy towards the shower when the wolf snatches him by the wrist. Dragging him along.
Stiles shouts in protest. Particularly once they get to the bathroom, and the guy starts taking off his clothes. Which was fucking weird. But, if it got him to take a shower, then, okay. Naked time it was. Except, once they got in the shower, the wolf seemed very uninterested in bathing. Rather, he was very, very interested in touching Stiles. He feels a massive, strong hand grab hold of his cock.
Stiles squeaks in surprise. Not even expecting that. The wolf mouths at his neck. He has no fucking clue with what to do. Apparently, this guy was really fucking horny this full moon. Cause he was willing to get down and dirty with a complete stranger. Stiles just stays perfectly still while the wolf licks alongside his throat and jerking him off in slow, easy strokes.
Eventually, the wolf gets tired of that. Dropping down to his knees. And before Stiles could even protest, his cock was in the guy’s mouth. Who eagerly sucked him down like it was the greatest thing in the fucking world. Stiles shouted in surprise. It took everything, every last cell in his body to make the guy stop. He pulls away. Pushing on the wolf’s shoulders.
“Okay...just...hold on for a damn second. You're, okay you’re really hot and so is this. But you’ve been running through the woods. And I don’t know how much of you is in there, and what is may just be full moon horny. So, let’s just bathe, okay?”
The wolf, bless him, whimpers. Actually, whines. But, he doesn’t try and push the matter. He stands back up. Turning around to face the spray. Which lets Stiles get a really good look at his ass. It’s...fuck. That's the only word that went through his head. Much to the stereotype, the guy was muscular and hair. Which was Stiles’ favorite. He actually felt his mouth water. Wondering what the guy would taste like if he rimmed him.
But, he pushes those nasty thoughts to the side. Helping the wolf bathe. Washing away the refuse he’d picked up from the forest. The wolf hums happily. Seemingly enjoying the process. Stiles makes short work of the process. Trying to get the guy out of the shower and dry. And, hopefully, with some clothes on.
The wolf seemed more than okay with wearing Stiles’ clothes. Unfortunately, the only thing that he had that would fit the guy were sweatpants. Which was fine. What wasn’t fine, was that the both of them were still rock fucking hard. And the wolf seemed intent on finishing what he had started earlier. Thankfully, he listens to Stiles and just gets in the bed. Pouting a bit as he does so.
Once the wolf is settled, Stiles goes to find his phone. He calls his dad asking for Talia Hale’s number. With him being sheriff and her being alpha of the Hale pack, they were in constant communications with each other. His father, of course, asked why he needed it. Stiles fibs and says he saw a wolf running through the woods on his way home. He leaves out the part where that wolf was currently laying in his bed after taking a shower, and trying to blow him.
By some miracle unknown, his father doesn’t press any further. He gives Stiles the number after making sure not to waste the alpha’s time. Stiles promises that he had no intentions of doing so. After he hangs up, he dials the number as fast as he could. The ling rings and rings and rings. After the seventh tone, someone picks up.
“ Hello?”
“Uh, hi. Alpha Hale, this is Stiles. The sheriff’s son.” He says.
“ Mr. Stilinski, I have no idea how you got this number or why you are calling me this late at night but I can assure you I....”
“ Are you missing a wolf by any chance?” Stiles asked interrupting the woman.
There is a tense amount of silence. Followed by some rustling over the phone. Then, she speaks.
“ You found him? Is he okay? Where are you?” Talia asked.
“Um, we’re at my apartment. He seems...okay. A little touchy-feely, but I got him to shift back and take a shower. He's in my bed right now. He seems like he’ll be alright.” Stiles assured her.
“ Mr. Stilinski...I...my pack is very distressed at my son’s absence. I can’t...we can’t come and get him. Not with the full moon...not with...”
Whatever Talia was going to say, she doesn’t finish. Then again, Stiles doesn’t have to be a genius to figure it out. She was worried about the Argents. More specifically, Gerard. Ever since his daughter got herself sent to prison; the guy had been...aggressive. He basically wanted no werewolves in Beacon Hills whatsoever. So, it made sense that Talia was nervous. Hell, she was probably terrified.
“Um, Alpha Hale, he can stay here. If you want. I don’t mind.” Stiles offers.
“ Mr. Stilinski, I don’t think you understand the risks. Not with how things are now. I can’t...But...”
“ Alpha Hale, it’s fine. No one saw us, and he’s probably already asleep.” Stiles said.
“ He hasn’t...he hasn’t tried to hurt you?” Talia asked.
Stiles swallowed the lump in his throat. No, the wolf hadn’t tried to hurt him. In fact, just the opposite. But he wasn’t about to tell Talia that her son was horned up beyond comprehension and attempted to suck his dick in the shower. She didn’t need to know that.
“Nah...There was some sniffing and licking, but I asked him to, ya know, not. And he got the message. Like I said, he’s just...it’s the full moon and he was scared.” Stiles said.
“ Mr. Stilinski, please understand. Derek is...It's...I...thank you. We'll be there first thing in the morning to retrieve him.”
“ Ten-four, boss lady. I’ll make sure he stays put and doesn’t try and leave.” Stiles said.
Talia breathes a sigh of relief. Telling Stiles that, for lack of a better word, Derek, (the wolf’s name), was scared. Though she wouldn’t elaborate as to why. She also told him that he would be affectionate, and seeking some kind of comfort. Stiles assured that alpha that it was alright. That he wouldn’t hurt Stiles as long as he didn’t feel threatened.
He listens to the woman. Gently assuring her that everything was going to be fine. That Derek was okay, and so was Stiles. She doesn't ask him to put her son on the phone. Which was surprising. They end the call with that. And Stiles makes his way back to the bedroom. Derek is still awake. Sitting on the edge of the bed. Eyes wide and curious. There was still a bulge in his sweatpants.
“Um, so...I just got off the phone with your mom.” Stiles said.
Derek growled. Eyes going from their beautiful hazel-green, to that striking gold-amber. They guy certainly wasn’t happy. Stiles assured him that it was only to let her know that he was safe and where he was. And that he could stay here for the night. Derek seemed to be appeased by this. Quickly calming down. Even more so when Stiles got into the bed.
In a flash, Stiles was on his back. The wolf spread atop him. Derek buried his face in Stiles’ pit. Sniffing and licking and fuck that was hot. Stiles’ hips twitched against his will. His cock was back to rock hard in seconds. Derek seemed to take notice of that. Grabbing his bulge with a possessive kind of hold. Stiles squeaked in surprise. Which was quickly silenced as the wolf kissed him.
That snaps Stiles out of his horny daze. Like in the shower, he pushes on the wolf’s shoulders. Despite being magnitudes stronger than him, Derek simply lets himself be moved back. Staring at Stiles was a confused expression on his face.
“Okay...timeout. Fuck...Derek, are you there? Do you understand what...what you’re doing right now?” Stiles asked.
“Yes.” The wolf said using his words for the first time.
“Okay...okay. I mean, you’re hot, and fuck, your ass looks good enough to eat. But...”
“Yours.” Derek said interrupting him.
“Say what now?” Stiles asked.
“If you want, yours.” Derek said.
Oh. Oh. OH! That’s what he meant. Derek was saying that if Stiles wanted to...he could. Somehow his dick got even harder. As if that were possible. The wolf seemed enthused by that. And went straight to disrobing Stiles. In less than a second, he was naked. The wolf quickly following suit. Rutting their cocks together with sweet, blessed friction.
Derek actually growled. Really, honestly growled. And while Stiles should have been a little scared with that, it was actually kind of hit. He grabs the other man’s ass. Squeezing a bit. Before slipping a finger between the man’s cheeks. Rubbing small circles over his warm, welcoming entrance. Much to his surprise, he met no resistance. His finger easily slipping inside the other man.
Derek moaned as Stiles’ finger pressed inside him. Then, he was growling. Loudly. Like, really loudly. Then, quick as either of them could breathe, Derek shifted. His eyes turned amber-gold. Fangs peaking over his lips. But, he didn’t move. He didn’t say anything. Well, not at first. Then, he did. And it made Stiles’ legs feel like jelly.
“Please.” The wolf begged.
“Okay, yeah. Lemma just grab the...”
Stiles didn’t even get a chance to finish before Derek was moving. Before he could think, the wolf had himself firmly above Stiles. Hole lined with his cock. Then, he sank down. Despite that he had barely fingered Derek, and there was no lube to speak of, the head of Stiles’ cock slipped right inside. There was no resistance whatsoever.
Derek growled in a deep, animal way. Clearly pleased with the sensation of Stiles being inside of him. He can’t even fucking breathe it felt so good. The wolf just rolls his hips. After a few seconds, Stiles’ brain clears of the horny fog it had been developed in. Wrapping his hand around Derek’s cock. Watching as the wolf fucked him on Stiles’ cock in time with being jerked off.
The both of them last a pitifully short amount of time. Derek sprays cum all over Stiles’ stomach. His hips snap upwards, and he cums with a grunt. Filling Derek up and fucking him through his orgasm. A condom would have been a good idea. Just for the sake of the mess. But Stiles wasn’t planning on having sex tonight. And, oh well. Hindsight and all that.
Derek rests with Stiles’ cock still inside him. Still hard. The wolf is still shifted. But he’s calmer now. A bit more relaxed. Which was good. Stiles thought that, maybe, now they could go to sleep. Except, Derek wasn’t quite finished.
The wolf dismounts. And he starts...licking. All over Stiles’ stomach and chest. Cleaning every last drop of cum from his skin. Stiles, still nut crazed, simply lets the other man do as he damn well pleased. Which ended with Derek kissing him. On the one hand, gross. On the other, unexpectedly hot.
He ends up fingering Derek to completion again. The wolf cums without Stiles ever even touching his cock. Then, Derek blows him within an inch of his life. Swallowing down everything Stiles gave him. After that, they’re both a sweaty, panting mess. Derek drapes his massive form over Stiles. Face resting in his pit. Sniffing him like it was the greatest thing in the world. It was weird. Well, for Stiles it was weird. But Derek was a wolf. So, that was fine.
They sleep. Together. Laying like that. Hot. Sweaty. Sticky. It was gross and strange and fucking awesome. Stiles had no idea how any of this happened. But it had happened. Derek was calm and sleepy and not going anywhere. So, he just lets the wolf lay on top of him. Sniffing him. Until finally, both of them close their eyes. It's the hardest Stiles had slept in years.