(2/?) Sterek + physical contact requested by Hoechlinizer
behind the scenes of Teen Wolf 3x02 “Chaos Rising” [x]
and now, the smolderrrrrr
who let this happen
answer me dammit
dark times lie ahead
somewhat inspired by obrozey’s beautiful graphics
Teen Wolf Christmas Meme: Day 9: Teen Wolf Crossover
I honestly could not help myself. I rewatched Labyrinth for the first time in ages the other night and this just… happened. It’s terrible :D
for fin, because she invaded my inbox today with images of derek in cozy sweaters and sterek bath times. so, yeah.
Stiles slams his hand against the alarm. The sound is just grating on his nerves this morning, and it’s too early and he hasn’t had enough coffee for this. Derek growls softly beside him, shifting in the bed as he starts to wake up.
Stiles stretches out in the bed and lets out a high-pitched shriek as he extends his body as far as he can. As he stumbles out of bed while rubbing his eyes, he glances back over his shoulder at the lump that is Derek still burrowed in the pillows and comforter.
“Ass,” Stiles mumbles as he stumbles to the shower. Of course he has the day off while Stiles has to drag himself to work. Maybe Stiles should have thought through their marathon sex last night more fully, but he hadn’t been thinking about work. Not with Derek naked and eager and so handsy. Stiles is only human, after all.
Derek’s not in bed when Stiles gets out the shower, and when he goes downstairs, he finds Derek sitting at the kitchen island with the morning paper, wearing one of Stiles’ old sweaters. “Haven’t I thrown that thing out like a hundred times?” Stiles asks as he picks up the mug of coffee Derek fixed for him. He takes a sip and hums contently; perfect, just like he likes it.
“Yep,” Derek replies, not bothering to look up from his crossword. “And I keep saving it.”
“Why?” Stiles crosses to him and picks up the end. It’s ratty and threadbare, with missing buttons and holes. “We have money, you know. We can buy you a proper sweater.”
“I like this sweater,” Derek says, lifting his eyes. Stiles leans forward to kiss him, and he meant it to be just a peck, but five minutes later, he’s pulling away, short of breath and red-faced.
“I’m going to throw it away some place you will never find it.” Stiles wrinkles his nose and shakes his head. “It’s hideous.”
“I love it.”
“It smells like you.”
Stiles, well, he just blushes. Derek could keep the sweater, then.
Stiles gets home late from work, bearing take out and a headache. He finds Derek on the couch, in his pajama pants and that same damn sweater. “Did you even get dressed today?”
“Nope,” Derek says. “I watched a marathon of Top Gear.”
“I hate you,” Stiles says, depositing the food on the dining room table and disappearing into their bedroom. “I had the day from hell. Students in my office, whining because of their grade, and I just wanted to kick them all out and tell them the end of the semester is not the time to be worrying about this.” Stiles toes off his shoes and loosens his tie so he can pull it over his head and toss it onto the bed.
Derek’s arms suddenly slide around his waist as he drops little kisses along the nape of Stiles’ neck. “You smell stressed.” Derek pulls away and grabs Stiles’ hand. “Come on, bath.”
“Ugh, bath sounds fantastic. Throw in a neck massage and I just might marry you.” Derek smiles as he pulls off his sweater and throws it at Stiles’ face. After shedding his bottoms, he walks naked into the bathroom to start the water, leaving Stiles to finish getting undressed.
When Stiles walks into the bathroom, Derek’s already stretched out in the tub, waiting. “You look so sexy,” Stiles says as he steps over the edge. He faces Derek long enough to kiss him deeply; then, he turns around and settles himself against his chest.
Derek immediately starts rubbing his large hands down Stiles’ arms in soothing strokes, and Stiles feels himself relax little by little. Derek brushes his lips against Stiles’ temple and says, “Tell me about your day.”
Stiles talks. He tells Derek about grading research papers and student conferences, and how he got nothing accomplished on his latest article. The whole time, Derek just listens as he scoops water onto Stiles’ chest and shoulders, constantly dropping kisses against Stiles’ face and hair.
It’s relaxing, sitting there like that, Derek listening to him complain about his day while his fingers find all the knots of tension in his muscles. At one point,he massages Stiles’ temples until Stiles is moaning at the relief. After Stiles tires of talking about work, they just talk about random things, unwilling to leave the cocoon of the tub just yet. Derek washes Stiles hair and Stiles scrubs Derek’s back in between slow, lazy kisses.
They don’t get out until the water has gone cold and their fingers have turned into prunes.
i wish i had a river thepsychicclam
Derek is the editor of a successful publishing firm, and is horrible to all his employees, including Stiles. On Christmas Eve night, he gets visited by three spirits and has to take a look at his life.
aka A Sterek Christmas Carol
read it here