Sterek Ficlet: Roommates

@rosieposiepuddingnpie said: rubber duck/ shoe/ sing

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He was doing it again.

“IT STARTED OFF WITH A KISS, HOW DID IT END UP LIKE THIS? IT WAS ONLY A KISS. IT WAS ONLY A KISS!”

Derek’s eye twitched.

He’d heard of people singing in the shower. That, he could almost forgive. But at least four nights a week, his roommate Stiles would take a bath and sing. At the top of his lungs. With no accompanying music.

Tonight was the night it would end, because Derek was going to kill him. With…  With… He looked around for a prime murder weapon, or at least something that would hurt a lot when hurled at the singing idiot. God, why had Derek even picked this guy? He should have chosen the tall kid with the curly hair. He seemed quiet.

Grabbing one of Stiles’ sneakers, he stormed into the bathroom and threw it with all his might towards the bath. “Shut the fuck up!”

There was a loud bang, a splash, and then Stiles’ singing turned into screams of “What the fuck, dude? What the shit! Was that–fucker, this is my shoe! Goddammit, Derek, now it’s all wet! Dick!” Sitting up in the tub, Stiles lobbed the wet shoe back at him. When he missed, he reached around the bathtub for more ammunition and chucked a half-empty bottle of conditioner and a rubber ducky.

Derek managed to dodge the bottle, but got the ducky to his forehead. “Ow! You fuck!”

“Like that even hurt, you giant baby! And you threw a shoe at me!”

“Well you were wailing like a cat in heat!”

“My singing voice is fantastic, you ass!”

Derek scoffed and looked around for something else to throw, only to get smacked in the face by a wet washcloth. Stiles laughed so hard he fell back into the tub, water sloshing over the sides. “I just washed my dick with that!” crowed Stiles.

Growling, Derek charged at the tub with a vague notion to throttle Stiles or gag him with the washcloth. He slipped on the wet tile as he started to lean down, causing him to lurch forward and land half in the tub. “Fuck!” They cried in unison as they both struggled to get him out of the tub and off of Stiles. But, since they weren’t working together, their efforts thwarted each other, causing Derek to slip more fully into the tub. His hands kept sliding against slick skin, and Derek remembered exactly why he’d chosen Stiles out of all of the other roommate applications. The man was fucking gorgeous.

“Goddammit, Derek, get off!” Stiles tried pushing at Derek while Derek was trying to regain his balance, thus knocking him over into the water.

His henley and sweats were soaked, which only helped to weigh him down and press his body more firmly against Stiles’. “I’m trying to, you idiot! Stop pushing!”

Beneath him, Stiles groaned. “God, why are your clothes all wet? This isn’t fair. Go away.”

Frustrated, Derek went ahead and scrambled fully into the bath, thinking maybe it would work if he got his legs under him. It resulted in him straddling a very wet, very naked Stiles. Who stared up at him with wide eyes and squeaked a strained “What are you doing?”

“Trying to get up.”

“Good. Great. Then do that. Now.” Stiles was holding completely still, which was an odd thing to see, because Stiles was never still.

Derek just rolled his eyes and leaned forward to brace himself on the tub rim to either side of Stiles’ head. “Alright, alright, just give me a-” He stopped short as the shift in position had him brushing up against something rather warm and hard in the water. Eyes widening in realization, he looked down into Stiles’ equally startled face.

“It’s a perfectly natural reaction,” argued Stiles, though Derek didn’t know what he was actually arguing against.

“To what? Fighting?” Derek was fairly certain what had gotten Stiles so excited. Or, well, more he was hopeful about what had gotten Stiles so excited. But he needed to be sure.

Stiles glared and splashed him a little in retaliation, effectively soaking the last dry patches on Derek’s shirt. “Don’t be an asshole.”

Derek fought back a grin as he subtly shifted his hips until Stiles’ erection was sliding along his own. Stiles hissed through his teeth then grabbed Derek’s hips. “Fuck. Is this what I get every time I sing in the bath, now?” asked Stiles with a slanted grin.

That made Derek pause and frown. “You’re right. I shouldn’t reward your bad behavior.” His hands were still either side of Stiles’ head, and the position allowed him to stand up with relative ease. “No sex if you sing in the bath. New house rule.”

Stiles scrambled up to watch him with pleading, hopeful eyes while Derek stepped out of the tub and began to strip off his sopping clothing. “But, so does that mean there’s sex any other time?” He whimpered a little once Derek was completely nude and reaching for a towel. “And,” Stiles licked his lips and swallowed before trying to continue, “and is there a way to make up for my earlier infraction?” By this point, he was blatantly staring at Derek’s dick. “Maybe atone for my sin by putting my mouth to use doing something you’d actually enjoy?”

Snorting a chuckle, Derek shook his head. “That was awful.” Then he let himself look his fill of Stiles just as much as Stiles was ogling him. After a long, considering pause, Derek gave a little nod. “Come to my room when you’re done.”

He turned and walked out, the towel draped over one shoulder and a smirk playing on his lips as he heard Stiles frantically climb out of the tub.

DO  YOU  F E E L  IT

i am not what happened to me. i am who i choose to become.

AU: In which Stiles frequents Laura and Derek’s café in order to watch Derek, and Laura gets fed up with their pining and decides to get the two to man up and go on a date.

— if he only knew the things she could see. [insp]

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