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“Scott didn't get the necklace?” Derek asked.
“No, he's still working on it," Stiles said. "But there's something else we can try.” Derek motioned Stiles to continue. “The night we were trapped at the school, Scott sent a text to Allison asking her to meet him there.”
“So?”
“So, it wasn't Scott.”
“Well, can you find out who sent it?”
“No, not me. But I think I know somebody who can.”
***
“You want me to do what?” Danny asked, flabbergasted.
Stiles sat across from him, hands clasped like he was praying. “Trace a text,” he said, hoping for the best.
“I came here to do lab work. That's what lab partners do.”
“And we will, once you trace the text.” Stiles ran his hands through his short hair. He had a habit of keeping his hands busy when he was nervous.
“And what makes you think I know how?”
“I - I looked up your arrest report, so...”
Danny stilled, the shock plain on his face. After a moment of silence, he managed to get the words out. “I … I was 13. They dropped the charges.”
Stiles audibly shrugged.
“No, we're doing lab work,” Danny said firmly, cutting the conversation off as he pulled a chair over for himself.
“Oh, my—” Stiles started. He nearly spat the words out, barely stopping himself from cursing. Turning toward his laptop, he let out a silent scream of frustration and clenched his hand into a fist before hammering at the keys with unnecessary force. He had conducted a simple plan: invite Danny over and get him to trace that damn text. He'd hoped Danny would be cooperative from the start, but clearly that wasn’t happening. The text was their best lead, and tracing it was crucial if they were to figure out who the killer was. Lives were at stake.
“Who's he again?” Danny asked, glancing over his shoulder more than once. Stiles tried his best to hide his smile. Good thing he’d come armed with a backup plan in case Danny refused to cooperate.
“Um, my cousin - Miguel,” Stiles said. He could practically feel Derek’s icy stare boring into the back of his skull. Derek hadn’t liked this part of the plan.
“Is that blood on his shirt?”
“Yeah. Yes. Well, he gets these horrible nosebleeds. Hey, Miguel. I thought I told you, you could borrow one of my shirts,” Stiles said, flicking his eyes toward the dresser in a not‑so‑subtle cue.
Derek closed the book he'd been reading and wordlessly pulled off his shirt. This was a stupid idea, he thought.
“So anyway, I mean, we both know you have the skills to trace that text, so we should probably…” Stiles said, trailing off as Derek rummaged through his drawer.
Didn’t Stiles own a single decent shirt? Derek sifted through the pile, tossing a few onto the floor before finding one that was at least marginally less hideous than the rest. He checked the label. Too small.
“Uh, Stiles?” Derek said, and the two young men turned around.
Danny smiled faintly. Ever since Derek had removed his shirt, he couldn’t keep his eyes off him.
“Yes?” Stiles asked innocently.
“This,” Derek said, tugging the shirt between his hands so his arms flexed. “No fit.”
“Then try something else on,” Stiles said and turned toward Danny. He caught Danny openly ogling Derek and feigned surprise at his friend's audacity.
Derek dug around for another shirt. The one he finally pulled on was too small, clinging to him and highlighting his muscular form.
“Hey, that one looks pretty good, huh?" Stiles said, slapping Danny's arm to get his attention and pointing at Derek. "What do you think, Danny?"
"Huh?" Danny said, dazed.
"The shirt?” Stiles prompted.
“It's ...” Danny hesitated, flicking his gaze toward Derek before quickly looking away. “It's not really his color,” he finished, voice a bit shaky.
Derek’s expression resembled a cat being forced to take a bath. He reminded himself why he was here. He needed to clear his name, and if this was what it took, then fine. He peeled the shirt off again—slowly enough to ensure Danny had plenty of time to take in his torso.
In unison, Stiles and Danny turned away from Derek.
“You swing for a different team, but you still play ball, don't you, Danny boy?” Stiles said smugly.
“You're a horrible person,” Danny muttered.
“I know. It keeps me awake at night.” Stiles said. “Anyway, about that text—”
“Stiles!” Derek barked. Both Stiles and Danny turned around.
“None of these fit,” Derek said, scowling and very much shirtless. He held one of Stiles’ shirts and shook it in irritation.
Danny watched Derek’s muscly arms flex as he gripped the shirt, unable to stop his gaze from drifting over the toned abs and impressive chest on display. As distracting as Stiles’ cousin was, Danny still hesitated. He could get into a whole lot of trouble if he helped Stiles. He remembered fallout from the last time he'd hacked something he shouldn’t have, and his parents’ furious reactions. Danny closed his eyes.
“I can’t help you Stiles,” he said. He wanted to kick himself for his decision, but he had to stick to his guns. He wasn’t that reckless thirteen-year-old anymore.
“Danny, you’re killing me here,” Stiles groaned, rubbing his temples quickly. He waved his hands like he was conducting an orchestra that refused to follow the beat.
“Let’s just get on with this,” Danny said, turning back to the screen. Stiles swore silently under his breath. He grabbed a pen and tapped it against his leg like a drumstick. Time for the big guns, he thought. He fake yawned loudly and stretched.
“I think I need a soda. Do you want one?” he asked.
“No, thank you,” Danny said, trying to focus on their assignment. It was nearly impossible. All he wanted to do was sneak another look at the ridiculously hot guy behind him.
Stiles promptly turned around and silently mouthed to Derek, Do something!
Derek furrowed his eyebrows. What? he mouthed back.
Stiles exaggerated the words this time. Do. Something.
Derek still looked confused, and Stiles rolled his eyes at him.
Stiles pointed at Derek. Then at Danny. Then he made a flurry of hand gestures that looked like he was trying to conduct a very confused marching band to drive home the message. If Derek did something, like flirted a bit, maybe Danny would finally cave and help.
Danny looked up just in time to see Stiles waving his arms like a man possessed. Stiles froze, cleared his throat, and walked out the door before Danny could ask questions.
Derek stared at the door for a long moment, trying to decode what Stiles had messaged him. He stood there, still shirtless, then turned his gaze towards Danny.
Danny noticed it immediately. He glanced back, offered a tiny, nervous smile, then spun around again. Dear lord, he looks like he’s about to murder me, Danny thought. Why is that so hot?
Derek stayed where he was, thinking of his options. He couldn’t intimidate Danny, obviously. If Danny told the sheriff that he had threatened him in Stiles’ bedroom... That would not end well, not in his current position with the murder accusations hanging over him. Weighing his options, Derek finally concluded, begrudgingly, that what Stiles had just tried to tell him was the right course of action. Do Danny. It was a coarse but also the most effective way to handle the situation.
Derek walked to the door and closed it. The soft click of the lock closing made Danny look up.
As Derek approached him, he could hear Danny’s heartbeat pick up. From this distance, Danny's scent reached him clearly. He was nervous, even a bit frightened, but layered beneath it all was the musky, unmistakable note of attraction.
Derek stopped in front of him.
Danny suddenly had no idea where to look. Up close, Derek didn’t just look good; he looked like a Hollywood hunk. All Danny could see were the sharp lines of abs, the solid curve of muscled arms, beautiful pecs, and a face that was the male equivalent of Helen of Troy.
For a dizzy moment, Danny felt like he’d been dropped into the middle of a romance novel with the leading man staring right at him.
“You want to fuck?” Derek asked.
Danny felt all the air escape him. Apparently, the romance novel he'd been thrown into had the leading man going straight to the point.
“Wha...” Danny stuttered.
Derek casually unbuttoned his jeans. Danny’s eyes automatically followed Derek’s hand, and his eyes widened as Derek moved it to his zipper.
“Stiles really needs you to help him with that text.” At first, Danny didn’t register what Derek said, as he was busy staring at Derek’s sizeable bulge, but as soon as he did, his gaze shot up to meet Derek’s eyes.
“What did you say?”
“It would really help if you traced that text,” Derek said.
“Are you telling me you would sleep with me if I helped Stiles? What kind of a person do you think I am?”
Derek unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor. Danny tore his gaze from Derek’s face to look at what was now dangling right in front of him. Dear lord, he thought. His cock was a sight to behold. It was the eighth wonder of the modern world. Suddenly, every thought about consequences vanished from Danny’s mind.
“I'll need the ISP, the phone number, and the exact time of the text,” Danny said, cheeks flushing. “Afterwards,” he added quickly.
Derek scowled but nodded. The things he had to do.
***
Stiles left his room and stomped down the stairs. He hoped leaving those two alone would give Danny ample time to drool over Derek, and he would then, hopefully, reconsider his decision. Stiles grinned to himself. Sometimes, he was honestly too smart for his own good.
He reached the kitchen and yanked open the refrigerator door.
Huh, he thought. They were out of soda.
He drummed his fingers against the handle. Didn’t his dad say he'd bought a couple of cases and stuck them in the garage?
“Stiles,” the Sheriff said. “Stiles. Pay attention. Will you stop playing with your phone? Just listen for one moment. Stiles! I put the sodas in the garage. Now just remember... Are you even listening?”
Stiles had not been listening. But apparently some part of his brain had filed the information away anyway.
He headed to the garage and found the cases stacked neatly beside the freezer. He grabbed a few cans and tossed them into the freezer to chill. Nothing worse than warm soda, he thought. And besides, giving Derek a little extra time to sweep Danny off his feet couldn’t hurt.
***
Danny peeled off his jacket and sank to his knees. He ran his hands on Derek’s muscly thighs as his eyes mapped the naked man in front of him. Danny moved his right hand upwards towards Derek’s abs and felt his own hardon starting to grow. The handsome, dark-haired Adonis was so sexy and beautiful. His skin felt warm under his touch. Hard and muscly. His abs were defined, and Danny ran his fingers all over them, tracing each one with his fingers. The mixture of the light scent of whatever shower gel Derek used and a masculine base was turning him on.
Danny moved his hand towards the sizeable prize dangling in front of him. He inhaled sharply as his hand touched Derek’s cock, taking a lungful of Derek’s delicious, intoxicating, musky scent. He was fully hard now as he eyed Derek’s cock with hunger in his eyes. It was certainly bigger than his own, and that was saying something, as he was also from the larger side of the spectrum. Danny marveled at the beautiful cock. It had two large veins, and the large mushroom head was covered with foreskin. Danny licked his lips before he grabbed the cock. It felt warm. Silky and hard. He gave a few pumps, and Derek’s cock responded happily to his touch.
Danny took the head of the penis into his mouth and ran his tongue under the foreskin. He grasped the shaft a bit tighter and peeled the foreskin back over the smooth and shiny head, pulled his head back, and watched the foreskin move, covering and then exposing the head of the penis. Danny stroked the shaft a few times more before taking the head back in his mouth. He used his right hand to gently tug Derek’s heavy balls as his lips wrapped around the large head. His tongue lapped the precum. It tasted salty but good. Before long, Danny was working Derek’s cock, sucking, licking, and working the shaft. He looked upwards and found Derek staring at him. Their eyes locked.
Slurp.
Suck.
Lick.
Pump.
“Fuck,” Derek said. He could feel the tip of his cock at the back of Danny’s throat. He heard Danny moan as he took more and more of his cock in his mouth without breaking eye contact.
“Are you going to take all of me?” Derek asked teasingly.
Danny winked before taking Derek’s cock down his throat.
“Fuck!” Derek said, surprised. His legs nearly gave out under him as he felt the tightness of Danny’s throat around his member.
Danny’s nose was buried in Derek’s pubes as he worked his throat muscles. He pulled back before lunging Derek’s long and girthy cock down his throat again and repeated this several times. He loved the feeling of a big cock working his throat. Danny pulled back fully, and his mouth made a pop sound as he withdrew his mouth from the throbbing, drooling, glistening cock. Both men were breathing heavily and sweating, and Danny smiled at Derek before resuming. He used his tongue to lick Derek’s shaft up and down and used his hand to gently see how far the skin would retract. He rolled the foreskin back and forth before he kissed the glans and flicked and tickled the underside where the glans joined the shaft. He pulled the skin back over them and plunged his tongue between the skin tube and the glans and swirled his tongue.
“Ah! Oh God,” Derek moaned. He put his hand on Danny’s head.
Swirl.
Swirl.
“Keep doing that,” Derek commanded.
Danny swirled his tongue for a while until he pulled the shaft skin back to reveal the glans again. His tongue gently caressed the underside in a circular motion as his other hand gently tugged and massaged Derek’s hefty balls.
Derek gasped. He hadn’t expected Danny to be this good. He wished Stiles wouldn’t barge in anytime soon. If he did, Derek would definitely rip his throat with his teeth.
Derek used his hand to keep Danny’s head in place as he thrust his cock down Danny’s throat, enjoying the tight squeeze. Derek pushed in and held Danny’s head in place, keeping his cock rooted in Danny’s throat. Danny tried to swallow as he felt Derek’s cock pulsating inside him. His lips were stretched and kissing Derek’s pubes. Soon, the need for air overwhelmed Danny, and he backed off and gasped for air.
Derek shuddered and looked down. His big throbbing cock was covered in spit. Danny had licked, sucked, and swirled it like a pro. A second shudder ran through Derek as Danny didn’t miss a beat and wrapped his hand around Derek’s sizable tool and started to pump it.
“Get up,” Derek said and helped Danny to his feet. As Danny got up, Derek gave him a deep kiss. Danny had earned it. Derek only paused the kiss to help Danny’s shirt off and then resumed kissing him.
Danny was dazed and on cloud nine. He had just sucked this Adonis' cock, and now he was kissing him? Oh my God, this man is stupefyingly gorgeous, Danny thought, as he was getting lost in the kiss. Could life get any better?
***
Stiles grabbed the sodas from the freezer. Ah! Cold. Maybe he shouldn’t have left them in there for so long, but he wanted to kill time. He hurried to the door and twisted the handle. It turned, but the door remained firmly shut.
“What in the world?”
He set the sodas down and tried again using both hands. It wouldn’t budge.
“What the f… No. No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no.”
It was then that he remembered what his father had said to him earlier.
“Stiles! I put the sodas in the garage. Now just remember... Are you even listening?”
The sheriff sighed.
“Stiles, it’s important that you listen. The garage door is broken, and the repairman will come next Tuesday. The door leading to the kitchen is also faulty, so whatever you do, don’t close that door if you go into the garage.”
Stiles stared at the door.
“No, no, no, no, no, no. This is not happening,” he said.
He threw his weight at it, but 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone didn’t do much. His phone was still in his room, so calling for help was out of the question. He tried the garage doors, but they wouldn’t budge either.
Fantastic. He was officially trapped in his own garage.
He yelled for Derek. Surely the werewolf would hear him.
Minutes passed. No Derek. No rescue. He cursed and tried to formulate an escape strategy. Damn werewolves. What was the point of having super hearing if you didn’t use it?
***
Derek heard Stiles’ pleas for help from somewhere downstairs, but the noise barely registered. He had more pressing matters at hand, like how unexpectedly muscular Danny felt against him as they made out. Danny was just shy of six feet, lean but built. Derek, on the other hand, was just a bit taller, at six feet tall, with hard-toned muscles and a nice, firm ass. Danny’s fingers drifted lower, squeezing the aforementioned tush experimentally, and Derek huffed a quiet breath against his mouth. Danny grinned, clearly pleased with what he’d found.
The kiss went on until Derek moved them toward the bed, where he pushed Danny onto it.
“What about Stiles. Isn’t he going to come back soon?” Danny asked, offering a tentative smile. Derek couldn't help noticing that Danny had perfect white teeth and a killer smile that accentuated his kind eyes.
“I wouldn’t worry about him. He’s busy,” Derek said mysteriously. Danny frowned in confusion, but his thoughts were interrupted as Derek climbed on top of him and gave him a deep kiss. Oh, what the hell, Danny thought as he felt Derek’s tongue enter his mouth.
Derek’s strong body pressed against Danny’s, and the friction of movements rubbed Danny’s hardon. Danny couldn’t help himself and moaned. Derek took notice of it and unbuttoned Danny’s pants. It was time to free Danny’s cock from its confinement. Danny lifted his butt as Derek pushed the trousers off, and the men, now completely nude, kissed passionately. Their naked bodies caressed each other and sent pleasurable sensations through their bodies. Derek withdrew from the kiss and kissed Danny’s neck several times, and gave him a hickey before going south. Derek heard Danny gasp as he sucked and nibbled his nipples. As he played with them, Derek noted how well-toned and muscly Danny’s pecks were. He clearly worked out a lot. Derek traveled further down and kissed Danny’s hard abs before grabbing Danny's cock. It was girthier at the base, about 7-8 inches long, with a pronounced head, big veins, and it curved slightly downward, like a huge banana. Unlike Derek, Danny was circumcised. Derek halted. Danny wasn’t as big as him, but he was large. Derek hadn’t given a blowjob in a while, and taking this would be a stretch. He tentatively wrapped his lips around Danny’s cock and tasted the flavor of Danny's precum.
Danny moaned loudly as he felt Derek’s warm, moist mouth around his member, and he nearly came when he looked down. The sight of Derek going down on him was almost too much. The man who looked the epitome of sex, with his cheeks hollowed as he sucked his cock. Danny wished he had his phone to record it. He could barely believe this was happening.
Derek continued to suck and pump Danny’s cock.
Slurp.
Slurp.
Danny could hardly believe his luck. He'd only met this man a few moments ago, and so far he had already given him a blowjob, and now he was sucking him off. Fuck! The hottest man he had seen was giving him a blowjob. Danny was in a haze. It felt incredible. He used his hands to twist his nipples to heighten his sexual feelings as Derek’s tongue worked his slit. His eyes started to roll back as he felt Derek take more and more of him inside his mouth. All the while sucking. Licking. Danny couldn’t take it anymore. He felt the pressure increase rapidly.
“I’m coming!” He shouted.
Danny’s cock pulsed madly in Derek's mouth, getting ready to release its salty goodness. Derek let the first wave of cum hit his tongue, tasting the essence of the other man, and then withdrew Danny’s cock from his mouth. The cock spurted a few ropes of cum with such force that they hit Derek’s face, giving him a cum facial.
“Oh God,” Danny said, panting. Derek’s face was covered in streams of cum. It was in his hair, on his forehead, it hung off his nose and chin, streamed down his cheeks, and one eye was forced shut by a huge glob. Derek’s mouth hung open slackly, revealing a mouth full of sperm. Danny couldn’t stop looking at Derek. If he hadn’t just cum, he would now after seeing Derek like this.
Derek grabbed one of the shirts lying on the floor and used it to clean himself.
“Well, that was sudden,” he said.
Danny blushed. “Sorry. Couldn’t stop. Wow,” He said while breathing heavily.
Derek looked at the spent cock. “Well, I guess that means I won’t be topping you today,” he said.
All the air escaped from Danny’s lungs. An electric shock ran through his body, and his cock jumped from the thought of it. Derek looked at Danny’s cock twitch with a raised eyebrow.
“Give me a minute, and I’m good to go,” Danny said and gave him his best smile.
***
The door to the kitchen still wouldn’t budge. Stiles rummaged through the nearest shelf, looking for a power drill, until he found it next to the box containing hammers and nails.
“Aha!” He grabbed it triumphantly and pressed the trigger. Nothing happened. The battery was dead.
“Motherf…” He cut himself off and dove back into the mess, searching for a regular screwdriver. Why was the garage so unorganized and a mess?
“Stiles! I told you to clean the garage!”
Oh. Right. That’s why, Stiles thought, remembering dad’s words.
He straightened, scanning the chaos around him for anything that could help him pry the door open or break out of this disaster of a garage.
***
Danny was on all fours, ass up, as Derek marveled at Danny’s bubble butt. It was nice and firm. Muscular. He grabbed both cheeks and spread them to reveal Danny’s puckered hole. His cock surged up from the sight. He blew air on the hole and watched as Danny’s hole twitched in response. Derek licked his lips. If he had to do this, he was going to enjoy it to the fullest. Derek found some lube from Stiles’ stash and poured some on his index finger. Once ready, Derek touched the pucker with his finger. It felt hot. His finger explored the outer rim of the hole. Teasing. Testing. Taunting. His slicked finger pressed in and slowly withdrew.
“You feel tight. Has it been long since you’ve been fucked?” Derek asked.
Danny felt the pressure on his entrance. “It’s been a while,” he answered, blushing.
Derek continued pressing his finger in and withdrawing until the hole worked with him. Winking. Wanting more. It winked at him, and Derek’s finger slipped inside Danny’s hole. It felt warm, tight, and silky inside. Derek moved his finger as deep as it could go. Searching. Moving it slowly.
Danny moaned.
There. He found his target.
Derek memorized the location and massaged the prostate before slowly pulling his finger out. Derek spread Danny’s muscular globes and dove his head between them. He ran his tongue up and down the crack before swirling and exploring the outer ridge of Danny’s hole. Swirling changed to licking, and Derek pressed his face deeper into the crack. Tasting. Invading. Lapping wildly. Danny gripped the sheets as he gasped. He tugged himself a few times and concentrated on the feeling of Derek’s tongue on his hole.
Derek’s wild lapping turned to probing. The hole was now slick with a mixture of saliva and lube, but it was still tight. Almost virginal. Derek’s tongue darted out. Searching for a way in. He found his target. His tongue gave quick darts. Teased. Swirled. Probed. This wasn’t Derek’s first rim job. He knew what he was doing, and he had time to work the hole open. Derek could still hear Stiles cursing and trying to get out of the garage. Derek continued his oral pleasuring. The hole winked wildly. Soon, it cooperated, and Derek’s tongue went in. It went in deep. Wiggling. Working. Deeper.
Danny buried his face in the pillow. All he wanted to do was moan. It felt amazing. He had never experienced something like this. The feeling of Derek’s tongue inside him. Lapping. Licking. Darting in and out. Quick. Slow. It felt incredible. He wanted more. He needed more. Danny grabbed his cheeks and spread them wider. Derek was pleasantly surprised by this and doubled his efforts. Danny couldn’t stop himself and started to moan continuously. He was pleading. Telling how good it felt. He didn’t care how loud he was. It felt incredible.
Derek leaned back for a moment and looked at the hole in front of him. It dripped with his saliva and winked back at him invitingly. Danny pushed his backside towards Derek’s face. It was all the information Derek needed, and he plunged back into action. Danny panted loudly as he felt Derek’s tongue re-enter him. In. Out. In. Out. Licking. Ravishing his hole.
Derek leaned back again, and Danny was confused by the sudden lack of contact. But that changed as he felt Derek’s finger enter him. Derek took it slow and fucked the hole slowly with his finger. Soon, another finger entered. And another. Working slowly. Opening it. Making it ready. A fourth finger went in, and Derek continuously worked Danny open while Danny mewled.
Derek smiled as he felt the hole relaxing. He had managed to open it. It was ready for him.
Derek put on a condom, slicked his cock with lube, and positioned himself. Oh, what a sight. He marveled at Danny’s back muscles. A bead of sweat rolled down on Danny’s back, and Derek watched it move. It was one of the most beautiful things he had seen. Until he looked down and saw his cock resting between Danny’s glorious, muscly buns. Derek grabbed both cheeks and pulled them closer, trapping his dick between them. He thrust. Again. Again. The feeling of his slick cock sliding along Danny’s warm crack was amazing. But it wasn’t what Danny wanted. Danny grabbed his cheeks and spread them.
“Fuck me,” he said pleadingly.
Derek licked his lips. The taste of Danny was still on his lips. Delicious. Derek moved his cock to the winking entrance and pushed. Danny grunted. It felt painful. Sensing resistance, Derek grabbed his cock and circled his tip against the entrance.
“Relax,” Derek said. “I’ll make you feel good,” he continued.
Derek moved closer and twisted Danny’s nipple. The sudden sensation was enough to distract Danny and Derek rocked his hips forward. The entrance started to yield, and Derek felt the head of his cock stretch the pucker. He pushed in more. It was almost there. Almost giving in. Danny felt the pressure increase, and right then Derek twisted his nipple. The sudden feeling caused Danny’s hole to yield, and Derek’s cock started to sink in. Lips stretched. Derek pushed. Suddenly, the hole stretched enough, and Derek pushed the head of his big cock inside.
“Agh!” Danny shouted and used his hands to lift his upper body, moving instinctively forward, away from the penetrating force. Derek quickly grabbed Danny and kept him in place.
“Relax,” Derek said. “It’ll feel good soon.” Derek snapped his hips forward, and a couple of inches went inside. Dear God, Derek thought as he felt Danny’s warm, tight hole encompass his head.
“You’re doing good.” The tightness and warmth that encapsulated his cock was pure heaven. The smooth, silky walls surrounded him. Derek felt like his dick was the center of the universe. His dick was sending so many pleasurable signals to his brain that it was hard to concentrate. But he knew better. This wasn’t the first hole he had tamed. From experience, he knew that it was important to stretch the hole fully and to let his partner get used to the feeling of having his big cock inside them.
Derek steeled his resolve.
“That’s it,” Derek said as he felt his cock move an inch deeper.
Danny had closed his eyes. It was painful at first, but he was slowly getting used to the feeling. Another inch went inside. Danny hadn’t felt anything like this. Derek’s cock touched places that he didn’t know were there. Derek kissed Danny’s neck several times. Derek thrust and bottomed out. He was fully in.
“There.”
Derek remained still. Danny took a deep breath. He could feel every ridge, vein, and bump of Derek’s cock. The two thick veins that ran the length of his shaft pulsed with Derek’s heartbeat. Danny turned his head so that he could see Derek’s face, and their eyes met. Both men panted heavily. Derek could tell from Danny’s expression the myriad feelings the man was feeling. Derek moved closer and kissed him. His tongue entered Danny’s mouth, and the kiss transformed into a heavy make-out session.
Just then Derek gave it a little try and moved his hips, causing his dick to slide back just a little. Danny made a disagreeing groan.
“Shh. It’s okay,” Derek said, pausing the kiss. He tried his best to be gentle. Derek nibbled on Danny’s ear. “You’re doing great.” His tongue shot inside. It went in and out. “You’re doing great,” he said again and resumed nibbling on Danny’s ear. He blew a long, slow lung full of air inside and shot his tongue back inside. Danny groaned as he felt tingly and full. Derek started to slowly move his big, girthy cock. In and out. In. Out. He only moved the tiniest bit in and out, but enough for Danny to enjoy the friction. The pain reseeded, and Danny gradually got used to the fullness.
Derek removed himself fully from the warm, encompassing heat of Danny’s hole and watched as the opened hole closed. Derek thought of what was yet to come. He would fuck Danny so good that his hole would remain fully open for hours. He would make sure Danny would help him in any way possible now and in the future. Derek grabbed his cock, positioned it, and slid his cock fully in. The hole stretched. Accommodated. Derek pulled himself fully out and thrust back in. Again. Again. Soon, the puckered hole was open for business.
Danny lowered his head back to the pillow as Derek started to fuck him. The head of Derek’s cock brushed against Danny’s prostate with every thrust, and Danny concentrated on the feeling. It felt strange but good. It was like his cock was getting a massage from inside. Derek pushed in as far as he could go, and Danny’s toes curled. The thick base of Derek’s cock stretched his lips as the head reached deep inside, touching something wonderful.
“Ahhhh!” Danny screamed.
Danny’s head was spinning. All his attention had gone to his hole and the pure pleasure he felt. There wasn’t anything else but the cock inside him. Sweat trickled down his blissed-out face. Derek started to move faster, and his balls slapped Danny’s butt with every thrust. Danny held a pillow for dear life and moaned. It felt so good. The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping skin, grunts and moans, and the rhythmic creaking of the bed.
***
Stiles climbed on top of a makeshift ladder he'd made of boxes to reach the window. It was rarely opened, and the frame was extremely stiff and unyielding when he tried pushing it open. He gritted his teeth and pushed harder. The window groaned and his efforts were rewarded when it opened a bit.
“Finally,” Stiles breathed. "Some success."
His victory lasted all of two seconds before the window refused to move any farther.
“Goddammit.”
He wasn’t giving up. He climbed back down, grabbed the crowbar, and scrambled up again. The window creaked and resisted. He leaned his weight into it. Suddenly, the window flew open, but the sudden motion wrecked Stiles’ balance, and he went tumbling down. The crowbar flew out of his hands and landed near his head. Stiles blinked and tried to get up. Luckily, he only received a few bruises, but his makeshift ladder had been decimated. Some of the boxes were torn, spilling their contents everywhere.
“I’m so screwed,” Stiles said, looking around. He had managed to make the garage into more of a mess than it was before. Dad was going to kill him. Oh well. That was a problem for later
Stiles reassembled his makeshift ladder and climbed back up. The window was now open enough that he could climb out and jump down on the other side. Or at least he thought so if he hadn’t turned around as he was midway out the window. He'd suddenly remembered the sodas and turned to go back in, but most of his weight was out the window, and gravity pulled him down. There was a terrible ripping sound, and Stiles found himself dangling mid-air. He cursed wildly. His jeans were caught on something. He tried to dangle himself free, but he was stuck. There was no other option. He had to unbuckle his belt and shimmy himself out of them. He did as he planned, and immediately dropped like a stone, landing face‑first in the grass.
This was not his day.
***
Smack.
Smack.
Smack.
Smack.
The bed creaked in sync with their movements. Danny was still hugging the pillow. Derek watched the back of Danny’s head, and a sudden urge rose within him. He had to see Danny’s face as he slid in and out of him.
Danny was surprised when Derek changed their position and found himself on his back and staring at Derek’s face. Derek held Danny’s ankles and pushed them wider apart and towards Danny’s head so that he had easier access to his hole. Derek's cock rubbed different areas after switching positions, and Danny moaned and mewled from the new sensations. Danny’s face was flushed and sweaty.
“Yes. Yes. Don’t stop. You feel so good,” Danny said, panting. His eyes were closed as he enjoyed the sensations.
“Look at me,” Derek said.
Danny was too high on emotions to hear. Derek’s huge cock did a number on him. He hadn’t ever imagined how good getting fucked could feel. Derek’s deep thrusts felt like every part of his being was getting fucked.
“Look at me,” Derek repeated.
This time Danny heard him, and he opened his eyes and met Derek’s gaze. They didn’t exchange words. No words were needed because they were connected in the most intimate fashion. Danny felt warmth in his chest. All the worries melted away, and he felt Derek's green eyes giving him strength. All he needed was here and now. Danny grabbed his ankles, leaving Derek’s hands free to touch his body. Derek used the opportunity and grabbed Danny’s leaky cock and used Danny’s precum as lube as he pumped Danny’s cock in rhythm with his own thrusts. Derek’s balls slapped Danny’s butt like a metronome as he plowed Danny. Danny panted. His cock smeared his abs with cum. He had been hard the entire time Derek fucked him. He was surprised by how close he was. It wouldn’t take long.
Something distracted Derek. A sound? Derek focused, and he stopped moving.
Danny’s toes curled, and his eyes widened. Derek’s cock was buried fully in him. It was deeper than it had been and touched something wonderful inside him. Danny’s hole tightened and pulsed, sucking Derek’s cock and holding it in a tight grip. This is what heaven must feel like, Danny thought.
Derek felt a surge of panic as he realized what was making the sound. Stiles had escaped the garage. Derek had no time to lose. He had to end this quicker than he wanted. Derek moved fast and moved them on the bed so that Danny was on top of him, riding his cock. Then Derek used his werewolf strength, the springs in the bed, and gravity to help him and thrust in and out of Danny's hole faster than a human could. It was taxing for Derek to maintain the power and speed of his thrusts, but he kept on going.
“Oh God, oh god, OH GOD!” Danny yelled as Derek's cock went in and out of him with astonishing speed. Danny couldn’t think. For him, there wasn’t anything else in the world other than Derek’s cock fucking him and his own leaking cock. Danny’s cock slapped his rock-hard abs as Derek thrust in and out of him, and the wild movements sent his precum flying. Some of it flew towards Derek’s open mouth, and Derek tasted again the salty flavor of Danny's cum. Derek switched the angle so that the head of his cock banged harder against the pleasurable spot inside Danny.
“Yes, yes, YES, YES, YES! Fuuuuuck meee!” Danny shouted. He was drenched in sweat. "GOD, I love your big cock!"
Derek was sweating. He gripped Danny’s cock and pumped, and Danny’s eyes rolled back. He was so high on pleasure that he couldn’t form words anymore. All he could do was hang on for the ride of his life. The pressure inside him was getting bigger and bigger. Danny felt lightheaded. It was like all his strength was pooling in his nether regions. He had never felt anything like this. He breathed heavily and felt the muscles inside him clench and release, massaging the cock as it pounded in and out of his hole. The muscles inside him were moving like a wave that got stronger and stronger.
“AaaaaAAAA!”
Danny moaned louder and louder until his thighs began to quiver. It took all his strength to maintain his position as he felt like he was a volcano of pleasure ready to explode. He could feel it increase rapidly as it reached the crescendo. Danny’s toes curled, and his thighs shook, as he shouted, “OH GOD!!” when he orgasmed. Several squirts of cum flew out of his cock and onto Derek’s abs and face, and Danny’s cock twitched several times. Derek continued to pump his cock wildly in and out of Danny’s hole as Danny rode his orgasm.
Fuck, Derek thought. Danny’s hole was throbbing like crazy. Derek was close. He felt the release building inside him, and with a shout, he thrust hard and buried his cock deep inside Danny. The last thrust was too much for the condom, and it broke. Derek’s strength and the speed of his thrusts had worn it down, and Derek’s cum sprayed the inside of Danny’s hole.
Danny was shaking. His cock kept twitching, and a steady stream of cum ran from the tip of his cock to Derek’s sweaty abs. Both men were still enjoying the post-orgasm feeling when Derek heard the front door open.
Shit, Stiles! He thought.
***
Stiles ran inside, face burning, and without his jeans. Of course, the old woman next door had seen him running around without his pants and stopped him to give him a lecture about decency. She was absolutely going to call his dad. He buried his face in his hands. He did not want to have that conversation.
He darted back to the garage, this time wedging a stopper under the door so that the door wouldn’t close on him. Again. His jeans were still hanging from the nail, and he carefully detached them. There was a big tear near the ankle.
“Great. Perfect. Amazing,” he muttered as he pulled them on anyway. All his other clothes were upstairs, and he didn’t want to barge in his underwear like a maniac. He grabbed the sodas and headed up.
The moment he opened his bedroom door, he froze.
Derek was on the floor doing push‑ups, his back slick with sweat. Danny sat by the computer, also sweaty, gripping the edge of the desk like he’d just run a marathon.
“What on earth happened?” Stiles asked.
“We… We had a… push-up competition,” Danny said, panting. His face was flushed, his hair mussed, and he was sweating like a fat kid in a candy store.
“Riiiight,” Stiles said, handing him a soda. Danny accepted it like it was life‑saving. Derek stopped his push‑ups long enough to snag one too.
Stiles stared at them puzzeled. What was this strange energy between them, and more importantly, what on earth was that smell? Even though the windows were open, his room smelled like sweat and musk and...
“Danny's agreed to trace the text,” Derek said.
“What! Really,” Stiles beamed, immediately forgetting everything else.
“Y-Yeah,” Danny managed to say. “I just… need…” He gulped. “Some information.”
“Wow. Must’ve been some competition. You look wiped,” Stiles said.
Danny's blush deepened. “Yes. It was hard. Your cousin has a lot of… stamina,” Danny said, shifting uncomfortably in his chair. It was difficult for him to sit still. His hole kept throbbing and leaking cum.
Stiles gave Danny the information he needed, and Danny started the trace.
Behind his back, Stiles gave Derek a triumphant thumbs-up. Derek looked like he wanted to throw the soda at him. He was still breathing hard. He'd barely had time to flip the blanket over, get his jeans back on, wipe away any evidence with one of Stiles’ shirts, open the windows, and unlock the door before Stiles came up the stairs. He hadn’t had time to take off the remains of the condom, so it was still wrapped around his member.
“Who knew all Danny needed was seeing you sweaty and working out,” Stiles whispered.
Derek glared daggers at him.
Danny finished the trace. “There. The text was sent from a computer. This one.” Stiles dropped into the chair beside him. Derek leaned over his shoulder.
“Registered to that account name?” Derek asked, surprised.
“No, no, no, no. That can't be right,” Stiles said in disbelief.
Account registered to:
Beacon Hills Hospital - Melissa McCall