PRACTICE KISSING IS LIKE A MUST IN FANFIC
LIKE STILES GETS A REESE’ LIPSMACKERS AND IS LIKE
DEREK JUST IMAGINE I’M A PEANUT BUTTER CUP
AND DEREK IS LIKE
HOW IS THIS GOING TO HELP ME KISS YOU????
COME ON PEOPLE
JULIE HAS A BASIC NEED FOR PRACTICE KISSING
i’m thinking of them reassuring each other seriously, it’s fine, it’s just practice, no judgments here, as they lean in a little hungrily for a redo.
stiles needs practice—or, no, it’s stiles teaching derek—they’re a little tipsy, they can’t remember who initiated this agreement, all they know is this kissing is totally fine and meaningless, and neither of them will tell, they don’t kiss and tell—scott doesn’t count. neither does boyd. cora counts, never tell cora.
don’t tell cora, stiles repeats dutifully, in a mumble that buzzes along derek’s lips.
yeah, says derek, and he bites at stiles’ bottom lip, that was very good.
no, i liked that, someone is gonna like that, definitely. hang on, i wanna see something, do it again. don’t forget hickeys, hickeys are the most important lesson.
sometimes the absurdity of the very concept of kissing sinks in, and derek’s mouth twists, wry, as stiles giggles and snorts against his jaw, think about it, you’re so hot i wanna take my mouth and put it on your mouth, i want to push our eating spitholes together, put that weird muscle in your mouth on my lips, do it—
derek does it, and stiles cracks up—
maybe they’re a little antsy waiting for lydia to go home, because she’s a judging judger and she’ll judge them, so they have to wait until she decides to leave, and in the meantime, stiles is fidgeting and biting his lip and glancing at his big, stupid watch every couple seconds, what is your problem, stilinski? i’m sorry, are you bored? do you have a hot date?
no, i’m just trying to remember when dancing with the stars comes on, i’m looking out for you. doesn’t it start at eight? i think it starts at eight, lydia, you don’t wanna miss the beginning.
maybe derek’s favorite thing is that whenever they practice kissing, stiles tells him authoritatively, okay. i’m ready. kiss me, loverboy.
loverboy? are you serious right now? i can’t concentrate when you call me loverboy, i have to leave.
maybe they’ve moved on from hand placement and teeth and tongue and now they’re focusing on the rest of the body, it’s just practice. someday stiles is gonna straddle someone’s hips just like this, derek’s just helping him practice. derek is a humanitarian. he cares whether stiles knows what to expect of someone kissing down his neck, putting teeth to the meat of his shoulder, digging blunt fingernails into his shoulder blades, sighing—
maybe every time they practice, things get a little bit more out of hand, which neither of them is going to admit. this is all according to plan, it’s just practice.
and it’s not all practice, sometimes they watch movies. it’s just two pals helping each other out. sometimes derek makes spaghetti and stiles flings ice cream with a teaspoon. this is fine.
maybe they’d better practice hand jobs. this is easy, right? it’s just like masturbating, only, like, way different, right? that’s enough lube, right?
maybe stiles wants derek to help him practice taking a dick deep in his throat, just in case, for future reference. maybe he’s doing great, that was amazing, really, but maybe derek better show him. sometimes it’s easier to show than to explain. watch. watch me. eyes open, watch—
maybe when stiles comes he says something, and derek is nervous after, and stiles for the life of him can’t figure out what he said, his ears were rushing too loud. what did he say? what did i say?
maybe they’d better stop practicing for a while.
maybe they’d better practice on their own for a while.
maybe stiles’ doorbell goes off like four times at two in the morning, and jesus christ, who the hell is that? stiles was awake, but no one else knew that? what the fuck?
it’s derek. he’s twitching with excess energy, fingers flexing, this is how he looked when he first french kissed stiles. he has a suggestion. he needs practice making love. and dating. that kind of thing.
stiles swallows. i mean, okay. yeah. i just bought new lube, come in. it warms up when you blow on it, leave your shoes by the door. my roommate’s out. show me your dick again.
I need this fic now and if I have to I will write it myself