Somewhere In Nebraska, Saturday Morning

[justlurkinghere]

Drive across the country, they said. It'll be fun, they said. It was lies. Derek had driven across the country with Laura and had it been at any time but too soon after the fire, they would have murdered each other.

Why he thought it would have been a good idea to accompany Stiles back to Beacon Hills after his first year of college was over... it was possibly a good bit of delusion that this would end somewhere other than being terrible.

Case in point, the god awful jeep of Stiles was overheated and needed to sit to cool. In the middle of Nebraska. God, Derek hated the midwest.

"We could go look at the largest tractor in three counties," Derek said, looking at one of the faded pamphlets of local activities he'd found.

[[For the guy, duh]]

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[justlurkinghere]

Wonder why that could be!

Derek took the bottle, flicking it open with his thumb so he could pour a little into his hand to warm up. Look at him being considerate.

Only then did he start to press one finger into Stiles.

[robinonadderall]

"Fuck," Stiles moaned, back arching. He reached out, trying to bring Derek closer to him.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek moved forward to kiss him, working his finger slowly to stretch Stiles open for him. Though it wasn't long before another finger was being added. Because Stiles made the best noises.

[robinonadderall]

"God, yes," he said, rocking his hips against Derek's fingers. "You are so good--"

[justlurkinghere]

"Another?" Derek asked, turning his focus on Stiles' shoulder. Which deserved a bite.

[robinonadderall]

At least it could be covered by a shirt still...

"Yes," Stiles ground out. "More."

[justlurkinghere]

It was all to avoid looks from parents, okay?

Derek hummed again, licking at that bite mark as he worked in another finger. "You can make more noise. No one is around."

Just poor, traumatized animals.

[robinonadderall]

Well that was Stiles' cue to moan loudly. He dug his fingers into Derek's arms, trying to get some leverage to fuck back against Derek's hand.

[justlurkinghere]

That definitely worked for Derek!

"Fuck, Stiles." He moved his fingers faster, helping Stiles out with that. Again, he was a giver like that.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles groaned, frustrated that he wasn't getting what he wanted even with Derek moving his fingers faster. "Please fuck me--"

[justlurkinghere]

"Hold--hold still." So this didn't end in the tent collapsing on them.

Derek pushed himself upright, watching Stiles as he poured more lube on his hand to slick himself up.

[robinonadderall]

The tent collapsing would probably kill the mood for good, it's true.

Stiles did what he was told, keeping still as best he could. He did sit up on one of his elbows though so he could watch Derek slick himself up.

[justlurkinghere]

They'd have to sleep in the jeep. It wouldn't be comfortable.

Once Derek was finished, he pressed forward to kiss Stiles. His hands moved to Stiles' hips to try maneuvering them into a position where sex could happen without destroying the tent.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles wriggled around a little, trying to help Derek out with the whole positioning thing. "Think we can manage this?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Maybe?" Derek was grinning anyway, not exactly in a hurry to let go of Stiles for a different position. "We can move if it doesn't work."

[robinonadderall]

"Good plan." Because he didn't want to give up on this now. "Come on."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek nodded, pulling Stiles' hips closer so he could slowly start to press into him. "Fuck."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles gasped when he felt Derek start to push into him. "Oh-fuck. Oh my god."

Safe to say it felt pretty good.

[justlurkinghere]

Yeah, that was a safe bet.

Derek inhaled, trying to move slowly and let Stiles adjust. In the meantime he was running his hands up and down Sitles' back. Mostly just to keep touching him. "That--that good?"

[robinonadderall]

"Y-yeah," he said, leaning up to kiss Derek's shoulder. "Yeah, it's really good."

[justlurkinghere]

Which meant it was okay for Derek to move, right? Because that was what he was doing.

Derek exhaled harshly with that first thrust, enjoying the tight heat around him. "Fuck, you're good."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles wrapped his legs around Derek's waist, closing his eyes to focus on the feeling of Derek fucking him. "You are. This--this is so good."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek helped out with that by wrapping both arms around Stiles' back to hold onto him. All of the movement for this coming from his hips.

Best way to keep from destroying the tent, right? Right!

[robinonadderall]

"Oh fuck," Stiles groaned. He buried his head in the crook of Derek's neck, whining loudly.

[justlurkinghere]

That was okay with Derek. The noise really only encouraged him to keep that up. He ran his hands over Stiles' back and neck, unable to keep them still right now.

"More?"