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Derek went quickly through the wide upstairs hallway of his frat house, heading directly for Scott’s bedroom. He needed to borrow his car for an important date tonight.
After passing by several of his frat brother’s, Derek came up to Scott’s door and knocked hard before turning the handle.
“Hey, Scott, I really need to—”
His words were cut short when he saw Scott lying on his stomach in bed, wearing only his birthday suit. His tan, muscular body glistened with oil while the young man groaned deep in pleasure.
Or perhaps it might have been immense relief, since Stiles was sitting directly behind him on the mattress, using his hands to massage Scott’s broad shoulders.
Glancing up at the intrusion, Stiles grinned and said, “Hey, bro, what’s up?”
Rolling his eyes, Derek replied, “I need to borrow Scott’s car tonight, but I wasn’t expecting him to be getting a massage in the middle of the day.”
Scott, his face smushed into a pillow, let out a muffled, “My keys are on the dresser. Don’t scratch up my car.”
“Thanks, I owe you.”
Derek strode through the darkened room and reached the tall dresser, picking up Scott’s keys with a loud jangle.
“You seem more stressed than usual,” Stiles joked as he continued rubbing Scott down, his hands pressing deep between his shoulder blades.
“I’ve got a date with this girl from my Marketing class and I want it to go well,” Derek said.
“Bow-chicka-wow-wow,” Stiles said.
“It’s not like that.”
Scott, still lying face down, gave him a thumbs up and said, “Have fun. Enjoy the car. Oh, fuck, dude, right there. Harder.”
Derek grimaced as Stiles did what he was told, digging his hands thoroughly through Scott’s muscled back while using his own weight to bear down on him.
Then Stiles turned his attention on Derek.
“So, when are you finally going to give in and get a massage from me?” Stiles asked. “I think you’re the only one left at the house who hasn’t gotten one of my world-famous rub downs. You’re missing out, dude.”
“I’ll survive.”
Then, as Derek turned to leave, he noticed Stiles’ hands drop lower until he reached Scott’s bare ass. For what seemed to be a long minute, Stiles squeezed his round, plump butt cheeks and kneaded them with a firm grip while Scott groaned heavily.
If anyone were to ask him, Derek would deny it, but he felt a twinge in his pants. It was probably nothing.
Stiles noticed him staring.
“You good?”
Derek nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Enjoy your date, then,” Stiles said with a wink.
After closing the door, Derek retreated to his own bedroom at the farthest end of their house and started to get ready. He took a shower, sprayed on some of his good cologne, and wore a new button-up shirt he’d been saving.
And the whole time, all he could think about was Stiles giving Scott a massage. They’d all been friends for a while now along with everyone else in the fraternity, which meant occasionally seeing each other naked wasn’t a huge deal, but something about today felt different.
Specifically, Derek really couldn’t stop picturing Stiles’ hands, and he wasn’t sure why.
Fuck, he really needed to focus on his date.
-
“So, how did your date go last night?” Jackson asked the next morning.
They were seated at the small breakfast nook inside the kitchen, enjoying a fresh batch of coffee along with a silent house; most of the boys did not usually wake up until it was past ten.
“It wasn’t the best,” Derek said, always a little grouchy in the morning. “We ended up not having much in common.”
“Did you two smash at least?” Jackson asked.
“Jackson, not everything is about sex.”
“I’ll take that as a no.”
Derek rolled his eyes and then resumed drinking his coffee while Jackson stood up and grabbed another plate of eggs from the stove. The cocky blonde wasn’t exactly wrong though; Derek hadn’t gotten any action in what felt like a very long time, and he was starting to become slightly pent up.
Jackson returned with his food and shoveled it down while Derek tried to focus on literally anything else.
“Hey, I know what might cheer you up,” Jackson suddenly said.
“What?”
“You should get a massage from Stiles. It would definitely help with your stress and it’ll take your mind off your lousy date.”
Derek grumbled to himself while absently scratching his thick beard. He was in an old sleeping shirt that accentuated his buff arms and broad chest, and below the table, his foot tapped repeatedly.
“I don’t know,” Derek said. “I mean, I guess it wouldn’t hurt, and I can’t think of the last time I even got a massage from anyone, so…”
“Excellent!” Jackson said approvingly.
Then, very quickly, his tone and demeanor changed. Glancing behind himself at the entryway, Jackson made sure no one else was around before he whispered, “If I tell you something, will you promise to keep it to yourself?”
Derek leaned forward in his chair, slightly intrigued. “Yeah, I promise. What is it?”
“When you get your massage, ask him for the special.”
Derek’s eyebrows bunched up together for a moment.
“What’s the special?”
Jackson, like the arrogant bastard he was sometimes, smirked at him. “I won’t spoil the surprise. Just make sure you ask for the special. Seriously, dude, you won’t regret it.”
And then Jackson instantly moved onto a different topic as if it were no big deal, before some of the other guys soon came downstairs and the house livened up.
Later in the afternoon, after Derek had finished his classes on campus, he came back home and found that most of his frat brothers were already out for the evening. He climbed the stairs, still feeling low about his date, when he suddenly ran into Stiles on the second floor.
“You look distracted,” Stiles teased.
He was dressed casually in gray sweatpants and a t-shirt along with a black baseball cap on his head, and Derek wondered if he had just woken up from a nap.
“I guess I am,” Derek admitted, before remembering what Jackson had suggested to him. “Hey, uh, are you free right now?”
“Yeah, what’s up?”
Derek huffed for a moment and then Stiles immediately caught on, his face beaming with a smile.
“You want a massage, don’t you?”
“… Would you mind?”
“Step right this way!” Stiles said gleefully.
Derek rolled his eyes before he led the way himself to his bedroom with Stiles right behind him. When they had entered the room, Derek closed the door while Stiles leaned back on his feet.
“I knew you would cave in at some point,” Stiles joked.
“Yeah, yeah, can we just start?”
“Whatever you say,” Stiles said cheekily, definitely enjoying this turn-of-events.
After Derek had slipped out of his tennis shoes, he stood in front of Stiles and waited for him to direct things.
“Alrighty,” Stiles said, clapping his hands together. “We’ll keep it really simple for today. So, why don’t you get undressed, and then lay down on your bed so I can work my magic.”
Derek looked up at him sharply.
“You want me to take off my clothes?” Derek asked dumbly, his ears burning.
Teasingly, Stiles smirked at him and asked, “Do you not remember seeing how Scott was the other day?”
Derek huffed grumpily. “Obviously I do, it’s just I wasn’t expecting to…”
“Dude, it’s not a big deal,” Stiles reasoned casually. “We’re all bros, we’ve all seen each other naked at some point, whether it’s in the shower or around the house. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”
Derek would never admit to Stiles that he was embarrassed; he’d rather go on a million terrible dates than tell the truth.
“Ok, just… turn around.”
Stiles, after rolling his eyes, turned in his spot and faced the wall. Derek, his hands fumbling for a moment, reached up and pulled his shirt off. Then he slipped out of his socks and pants before standing in just his blue boxer-briefs. He wasn’t sure why he felt so nervous.
But Stiles was right, it shouldn’t be a big deal.
Gripping the waistband of his underwear, Derek bent over and pulled them off before he stood naked with Stiles only a few feet away from him.
“All good?” Stiles asked the wall.
“Yeah, let me just get on the bed.”
After pulling down the comforter, Derek climbed forward, feeling awkward that he was getting into bed naked without a girl, before he settled himself down on his stomach, adjusting his position.
“Ok, I’m set.”
Then Stiles turned around and sat down beside Derek, not wasting a second. He reached forward and gently began to rub Derek’s broad shoulders, feeling out his kinks and grooves while the other man lay slightly rigid.
“You’re a little tense in your shoulders,” Stiles remarked.
“Nothing new.”
Chuckling, Stiles responded, “It’s still not good.”
Derek lay still and breathed out evenly while Stiles pressed softly against his shoulders. He had to admit it did feel rather good, but there was also nothing too extraordinary about…
“Oh, fuck,” Derek suddenly gasped into his pillow.
It was like a switch had been turned on the moment Stiles dug in a little deeper. He suddenly felt boneless as Stiles worked on his shoulders and backside, his hands velvety soft yet full of strength.
Stiles smirked but did not say anything, continuing on with his work instead. He went down along Derek’s thick biceps, before traveling back up and then cascading down his powerful back, kneading each spot while the man beneath groaned repeatedly.
Derek, losing all of his worry, began to relax more and more. He didn’t know why he’d been so against Stiles massaging him because he had been missing out this whole time.
“No wonder all the guys are so relaxed,” Derek grunted, his face smushed into his pillow.
“I might have to do this full-time as a career,” Stiles joked.
“You should.”
Derek groaned a few times as Stiles worked harder on his shoulders, pushing out all the tension he’d built up recently.
And then he remembered what Jackson had suggested to him.
“Do you think I could maybe get the, uh… the special?”
A look of surprise crossed Stiles’ face for only the briefest moment before he resumed his usual appearance.
“Are you sure about that?” Stiles asked, sounding almost devious for some strange reason.
“Um, yeah, I guess,” Derek said, fumbling with his words. “Jackson recommended it.”
A sly grin came onto Stiles’ face while Derek lay in his spot unaware.
“I see,” Stiles said.
“Is that… ok?” Derek asked, suddenly worried he’d insulted Stiles.
“Oh, it’s definitely ok,” Stiles said. “I’m just surprised Jackson told you about it. I only do that for some of the guys here. And you’re certainly going to be one of them.”
“Oh, uh, cool,” Derek said, wondering what the big fuss was about.
Suddenly, Stiles dropped his hands lower and gently gripped Derek’s ass cheeks, spreading them apart a few times before he squeezed and massaged them expertly. His ass was impeccably round and of a noticeably large size, which required a bit more work which Stiles was up for. Derek sighed from how fucking good his ass felt, not even caring that Stiles was touching him down there.
“You ready, man?” Stiles murmured.
Derek nodded, not even sure what else Stiles could give him at this point but still excited nonetheless.
“Well, then, just sit back, relax, and let me do my thing,” Stiles said. “You’ve got nothing to worry about.”
Sighing heavily without a care in the world now, Derek smiled blissfully as he lay there, completely at Stiles’ mercy, with nothing in his mind but absolute relief.
And then he suddenly felt Stiles’ tongue slide up along the curve of his bare ass.
“What the fuck?!” Derek suddenly yelled into the pillow.
Immediately, Derek scrambled up the bed, his limp dick flopping around crazily before he turned around and faced Stiles.
“Bro, there’s no need to freak out,” Stiles said with a chuckle.
“You just licked my ass!”
“Dude, you asked for the special.”
Derek’s face went into pure shock, his jaw dropping, his eyebrows rising upward, which Stiles found absolutely hilarious.
“Is that what the special is?” Derek hollered.
Stiles nodded his head. “Fuck, Jackson didn’t tell you the whole thing, did he?”
“No, he didn’t!”
Holding up his hands, Stiles laughed casually and said, “Look, man, it’s not a big deal. I’m just a guy helping out his bud.”
“It is a big deal!” Derek exclaimed, feeling very much on display with his whole frontside facing Stiles.
“If you really weren’t into it, then you’d be throwing my ass out of your bedroom right this moment,” Stiles said, “but yet I’m still here.”
Derek’s face burned as he sat there, wordless. There was no possible way Stiles could be right, although…
“Am I right?” Stiles asked.
Derek stayed silent with an angry look on his face. It had been a shock to feel another man’s tongue on his ass, but some part of him was saying he really liked it.
“There’s nothing to worry about,” Stiles promised. “This is gonna stay just between us. None of the other guys need to know, ok?”
Derek looked at Stiles. He felt absolutely ridiculous right now, his buff naked body scrunched up on the bed with Stiles sitting in front of him, as if this was something completely normal.
And yet his skin was on fire from the touch of Stiles’ tongue.
He wanted more.
“Why don’t we go slow?” Stiles suggested. “And, if you really aren’t into it, then we can stop. Either way, it’ll be between us.”
Little by little, Derek began to relent. His body relaxed before he nodded his head and replied, “Ok, yeah. That sounds fine.”
Then, he slowly moved back into his position and lay down on his stomach before Stiles crawled behind him and lightly squeezed his ass.
“Are you ok if I start again?”
“Yeah.”
Derek waited anxiously, and then he tensed up when he felt Stiles’ tongue drag slowly across his right cheek. Instantly, his cock sprang to life, and his heart went at a rapid pace.
“Damn, dude, you’ve got a fantastic ass,” Stiles said as he let his tongue travel around.
Stiles, his head ducked down, dragged his tongue and groaned from the taste of Derek’s skin. He switched over and licked his left cheek before kissing it once while squeezing the other one.
“Oh, shit,” Derek moaned.
He lay there with a hard cock pressed underneath his stomach, begging to be touched. He couldn’t believe he was letting another guy do this to him, and yet it felt so fucking right.
“I think you’re really enjoying this,” Stiles teased.
“Just focus on my ass.”
“No problem there.”
Pulling back, Stiles firmly gripped Derek’s ass cheeks before he spread them wide apart, revealing Derek’s puckered entrance. And then Derek let out a loud, shocked groan as Stiles licked his bare hole.
“Oh my fucking god,” Derek grunted, instantly pushing back into Stiles.
Smiling, Stiles picked up the pace slightly and swirled his tongue around Derek’s hole, prodding gently at his entrance without pushing in. The taste of him was incredible and Stiles was so happy Derek had ultimately agreed to this.
“Are you cool if I get a little more comfortable?” Stiles asked.
“Yeah, do whatever you need to,” Derek said, becoming more and more eager by the second.
Stiles stood up for a moment and quickly disrobed, throwing his clothes in every possible direction. Then, after he had gotten completely nude, he dropped back behind Derek and eagerly resumed eating him out.
Groaning happily, Stiles kept his head buried between Derek’s voluminous ass as he hungrily ate him out. With both of his hands to keep Derek’s cheeks spread apart, Stiles kept his tongue stretched out and glided along Derek’s delicious hole, licking him up and down without stopping.
“Oh, fuck yeah, dude,” Stiles grunted as he continued eating out Derek’s hole. “Best fucking ass I’ve ever had, guy or girl.”
Stiles was going non-stop now as he hungrily licked and ate Derek’s hole while the other man sweated profusely.
Derek’s legs trembled as he lay in bed. He had never experienced this kind of pleasure before and he suddenly felt like he might explode at any second.
“Oh, fuck,” Derek suddenly growled, “Stiles, I think I’m gonna—“
And then he groaned thunderously in pleasure as he let go, his release spilling out onto the sheets while he shuddered on his stomach, his cock pulsing up and down. He hadn’t ever cummed untouched before and the sensation of it was nearly too much to handle.
God, it felt so unbelievably good.
Then, breathing heavily with a grin on his face, Stiles remarked, “I’d say this is the best massage session I’ve had.”
Derek saw stars in front of his face as his body quivered. He felt as if he might pass out, before he realized he couldn’t wait for next time.
And then he did pass out.