Stiles followed me into the bathroom quietly, shutting the door, and locking it. I walked over to the shower, turning the water on. I turned around to stiles taking his shirt off. For being so pale, and scrawny, he was so attractive at the same time.
I walked over towards him, looking up at him slowly taking in his body.
"You like?" He said cockily.
"Oh shut up" I said laughing.
"No seriously I've been working out, so Derek will quit making fun of me" he said.
"He's always gonna make fun of you stiles" I said brushing through my hair with my fingers, before I got in the shower.
"I think it's because he likes you" he said quietly in envy.
"Stiles" I said completely thrown off guard by what he had just said.
"What, Do you not see the way he treats you compared to how he treats us?" He said defensively. "And you guys are together so much".
"You know stiles, he told me that I remind him of his sister that died in the fire, maybe that's why he likes hanging out with me" I said annoyed at what stiles was inferring.
"I didn't know that" he said quietly.
"Just like how you didn't know how Isaac is being abused at home, you really need to know more before you start talking stiles" I said turning around to face him leaning on the sink.
"I know I'm sorry" he nodded.
"And Just because Derek is good looking, doesn't mean we have sex every time we're together stiles" I said looking him In his eyes. "You don't really think I would do that to you, do you?" I asked offended.
I wasn't offended because of Derek, I was offended because he thinks so low of me. He thinks that i really go and sleep with a 23 year old behind his back. Derek makes me feel safe when I'm around him, so does stiles but in a different way. Derek brings me the kind of comfort of a father protecting his child. Trust me I thought of him in a completely different way when I first seen him. But now I couldn't ever.
"I know you don't, and listen I'm not trying to victimize myself, I swear I know I'm in the wrong here, but I just get so insecure when you talk to other men" he said with hurt in his eyes. "Derek is a big muscular strong werewolf that can protect you, and I'm a skinny normal teenager who can't provide you the same safety Derek can".
"Stiles you don't have to be strong to make me feel safe, you walk in the room and I feel safe" I said.
"Really?" He asked.
"Yes really" I laughed.
"You still just wait till I'm just as ripped as Derek" he said crossing his arms looking down at me in the eyes.
"Oh I'd love to see it" I laughed. He pulled me in kissing me messily taking my shirt off. I ran my fingers down his bare stomach reaching for the band of his sweat pants. I pulled his sweatpants down while he kissed me everywhere, from my mouth,
to my neck, to my cheeks, to my nose.
He pulled down the large sweat pants he had given me last night and dropped them around my ankles, leaving me to take my feet out of them. He roughly ran his hands through my hair as I pulled down his boxers. He pulled the strap of my braw down off of my shoulder and attempted to take my braw off. It was cute of him for trying but he couldn't.
He mumbled something into my skin, I don't know what he said. he was probably just mad he couldn't get it off.
"It hooks in the back stiles" I laughed.
"I thought it was like a snap" he chuckled going back to kissing me. I threw my braw on the ground next to the pile of clothes by the sink.
"Mm, stiles wait" I said while he kissed my lips.
"What?"
"I gotta text Scott, to tell him to bring me clean clothes" I laughed.
"Ughhg hurry" he whined. He continued to kiss my neck while I grabbed my phone off the sink counter and texted Scott to bring me clean clothes. I set my phone down and turned it off.
"You're so impatient" I giggled.
"How couldn't I be when you're right in front of me?" he said strolling his hands down my body. He pulled my underwear down to floor then walked us over to the shower, while still kissing all over me.
We got in the shower, the hot water trickling down my back, and wetting my hair. But god stiles looks like a piece of art. Water dripping down his face, his pink puffy lips, his veiny hands. I know I don't like veins, but on him anything is hot.
He stood over me and poured the shampoo into my hair. He rubbed the soap into my scalp then trailed his soapy hands down my body.
"Do u even have to wash your hair stiles? you barely have any." I laughed.
"Yeah I was my hair" he cackled. I grabbed soap, and stood on my toes to reach the top of his head. I put the shampoo in his hair, and scrubbed it into his buzzed hair. Stiles pulled us into the water washing the soap out our hair.
"Look up" he instructed.
"Why?"
"So the soap doesn't get in your eyes" he said focusing on washing my hair out. I started laughing I couldn't help but to find it funny how concerned he was about soap getting in my eyes.
Once he was done, he grabbed body wash and looked at me smiling. He was probably exited that he has an excuse to touch me every where on my body. I put the body wash in my hands as well, and rubbed my hands on his back from the front of him.
He delicately dragged his hands down my waist his finger tips digging into my skin. I brought my hands up to his neck making him look me in the eye. He looked at me, and I could tell he wanted more. I mean in was visible if you just looked down, because he was as hard as a rock, but his face said it all.
He leaned in and kissed me holding my cheeks. He backed us up against the wall, him being on the outside. Water droplets falling off of his nose down onto my forehead.
"Round two?" He smiled.
"Round two" I nodded. He lifted me up by my thighs holding me up just below my butt. My legs were wrapped around his waist, as he was holding me as close as possible to him. He slid himself into me, causing me to let out a gasp clawing my nails into his back. He grunted and looked up at the ceiling. He pulled him self in and out of me, because I had no control against the wall.
He seemed to be the less dominant one in the relationship, but he's definitely more dominant in bed, or in our case right now, the shower.
He slammed himself into me panting looking down at the shower floor.
"God, you feel so good" he moaned. Then we herd a knock on the door. Good god, it's Scott isn't it.
"Aurora I have your clothes" he called through the door. "Stiles?" He said probably confused as to why stiles wasn't in his room.
"Shit" I said into stiles' neck. He pulled out of me but still held me against the shower wall.
"You guys are both in there aren't you, Stiles I'm going to kill you!" Scott yelled through the door. Stiles let me down, I turned the water off and grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my Body. I threw Stiles a towel while he still stood in the shower.
"Stay behind there" I whispered . He nodded back not saying anything else. I cracked open the door and smiled at Scott.
"Hey Scott" I smiled awkwardly.
"Stiles is in there isn't he" he said angrily.
"No, no he's not. why would he be?" I shook my head.
"Because you two are obsessed with each other, let me in" he said opening the bathroom door the rest of the way. He walked in observing the bathroom. He looked down at the floor to see two different pairs of clothes.
"You little-" Scott said opening the shower curtain.
"Hey Scott" stiles smiled with a towel wrapped around his waist.
"I'm going to kill you" scott said now dragging stiles out of the bathroom by his ear. I shut the bathroom door, and put the clothes on that Scott brought me. I could hear Scott yelling at stiles from the other room.
"I thought you said it was fine!" Stiles yelled.
"Yeah, but I didn't think you two would be fucking, and taking showers together!" Scott yelled back.
"That's kind of what couples do Scott" stiles said sarcastically.
These boys are going to be the death of me.