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Sozzled Trip
We don’t own anything; if we did life would have been much more entertaining.
Stiles was sure that there was a really good reason why he was on a plane with Derek, and a teen Derek to boot but for the life of him he can’t remember why he agreed to come on this trip with the now young werewolf. It was at Derek’s welcome home party that Lydia threw at the lake house, he knew that was where he made his choice to come with Derek but he just could not remember why, what made him want to get on a private plane with a very hot werewolf who looked like he wanted to just rip your clothes off and have his way with you.
“So I just found out that I am like really rich and I thought that I would get away from here for a while to clear my head, would you like to come with me?” Stiles remembers Derek asking him at the party, and since he was intoxicated and really not in the mood to stick around right then either Stiles said yes. That, that moment Stiles remembers as the one that made up his mind. Stiles can vaguely remember Scott and Liam and their newfound romance, the last straw to the already big heap lying behind him, he and Scott were an on and off thing, or had been an on and off thing.
Stiles really liked his friends with benefits deal he had going with Scott, but then again who wouldn’t, the guy is sex on legs and with werewolf stamina that could make him keep going and going all night long. Though the sex with Scott was great it was not the reason that Stiles had made that deal with his best friend, no it was because he had been crushing hard on him since they started high school. He can still remember the way that Scott and Liam excused themselves to go back to Scott’s house, which Scott and himself used to do, and that just got Stiles angry, angry enough to get wasted and agree to get on a plane with Derek to wherever the hell they were going.
Stiles looks over at the teen lying next to him, just as naked as he was and just as covered in stuff (he won’t get into right now) as he was, he knew that he went all crazy stripper whenever he drank but he never thought that he would add a few more tags to his intoxicated self. The body next to him stirred and groaned, then started to sniff the air (which oddly turned Stiles on even more then he already was, damned teenage hormones) and then turn to face him with a goofy smile on his face that just screamed “lets do that again”. “Morning” Stiles hears but it does not really stay long in his brain as the lips that spoke that one word drew all of his incredibly strong deductive mind power towards them, and his body remembers all too well what those lips are capable of and it does react, “didn’t you get enough a few hours ago, your worse then a werewolf on a full moon” the hot young body next to him says.
More and more of the previous day comes back to Stiles and none of it is helping him with his little (not really little) morning problem, he remembers the making out at the party after he agreed to go with Derek, then of course he remembers the ride to Derek’s loft (thank goodness for his great driving skills) and the first feel of those lips on him, he had gotten quite a few marks on his neck which made him question if Derek was really a werewolf or maybe a vampire with a great makeup artist. The moaning, the SCREAMING and the other noises that could be heard coming from the loft, those memories came flooding back to Stiles now as he once again feels that vampiric mouth on the pulse point on his neck, then he remembers something about a plane waiting for them and also something about a fainted stewardess… wait what, rewind. “AH FUCK YEAH” Stiles moans out as teen Derek rides him in his seat (privet plane seat) and the young werewolf was not holding back at all, his hands were holding onto Stiles’ shoulders so tight that if Stiles was not horny as hell and being ridden or drunk, then he would have had some witty yet stupid remark about it, but at that moment nothing but his building need mattered.
“Harder, Stiles…… fuck me harder” Derek got out, the boy might have bottomed but he was not giving up all of his control, he set the pace the rules and since he was the only one sober during the whole act Stiles did not protest much, after all Stiles did always bottom for Scott. Stiles increased his thrusts in power to give the young (and very willing) teen what he wanted, and with every thrust up into the tight heat above him Stiles drew closer to his climax, “after you cum we’re going to give you time to recover and then we’re going to see if we can’t make you scream like you did back at the loft”, Derek said next to Stiles’ ear as he had pulled the older of the two closer to him, Stiles moaned at the younger teens words and moved one of his hands which was holding onto Derek’s hips to his dick, and started to stroke the teen to his own climax.
Stiles was so close, so very very close to that end that he craved, his thrusts up into Derek became erratic and his hand on the young teens member became faster and faster, “excuse me si…… oh my I am so sorry” the stewardess said as she came in to see what the noises she and the pilot had been hearing were, but upon seeing the two teens going at it like sex starved rabbits in heat she hid behind the curtain that hid the kitchen from the rest of the plane. Stiles stopped stroking Derek and the younger of the two sat straight up and looked over his shoulder and the blushing stewardess and then turned to face Stiles again, and gave the poor teen an evil smirk as he kept ridding him and he even clamped down on Stiles’ dick each time he seated himself completely on the older teen; it only took a few thrusts like that for Stiles to reach his end deep inside the hot boy above him and to be covered in said boy’ own cum, after Stiles came down from his high and looked in the direction of the stewardess again he saw that she was passed out on the floor, but Derek would not let him get up to check on her, no the wild young teen was already getting him ready for another round.
Derek was now kissing down his chest as they lay in bed, as Stiles tries to remember what he had done in his drunken stupor, the young teen reached his nipples and made sure to tease them with his tongue and even a little light bitting; and with each flick of his tongue and scrap of his teeth the young teen drew out moans from the lost in thought Stiles.
Try as he might Stiles could not remember much after the plane, he remembers that they did it again twice, and that the poor stewardess woke up just in time to see the cum flying between the two for the last round, only for the poor woman to pass out again, Stiles sound really remember to say sorry to her if he ever saw her again. “Stiles” he heard his name but still remained in his thoughts, however he was soon pulled from them when he felt a wet heat envelope his member whole and then a soft scraping on his member from base to tip, the action not only pulled him from his thoughts but also made him moan and hiss at the same time, which just sounded impossibly weird but it still happened. “Stiles, I know I’m amazing at all this but you have to start paying attention or I’m just going to fuck you awake”, Derek said with a slight edge to his voice; the young teen was looking up at Stiles from where he was perched atop his arms which lay resting on the older teens thigh while his hand closet to the older teens member kept running a finger from tip to base and back with a touch that was maddening.
“Where are we”, Stiles asks dreading the answer but needing to hear it anyway, “Brazil” came the nonchalant reply. Stiles felt like he was just punched in the gut and then thrown off of a cliff, how the hell did he end up in Brazil, “how did we get here” he voiced his question only to be given another nonchalant reply “we flew, how else”. Derek could see that the older teen was starting to freak out so he decided to stop teasing him, verbally anyway; “look you told your dad and Scott that you were taking a vacation to clear your head, and you were mostly sober when you did it and I even talked to them for you to help sway them to allow it without too many questions, so don’t worry about that” Derek’s words putt Stiles a bit at ease but he was still freaking out a bit.
“If you want to worry about something, than worry about your own words” Derek said before quoting Stiles from their last session before passing out “what am I going to do with a hot guy like you for a whole week, maybe bend you over every surface I can find or even have you bend me over a few time” Stiles looked mortified, sure he liked this younger Derek a lot more then he liked the older asshole version and he even thought that this teen Derek was cute, hot and all those other words that follow that strain of thought but he never thought that he would be this willing to fuck and let fuck. “Your think too much again Stiles, you should live a little and just relax, that is if you can” the young teasing werewolf got up after saying that and walked naked to a door that Stiles thinks is the bathroom; the image of the teen walking naked across the room has Stiles remembering his problem down south and without realising what he was doing he reached a hand lower and started stroking himself to the hot teen, the younger of the two stops in the doorway and looks over his shoulder and asks in a seductive tone, “coming?”