The pack needed a break and this Friday night senior party was the perfect outlet. With everything that had been happening--well was always happening--they needed a chance to blow off some steam.
Stiles was the head of this "pack needs a party" committee and perhaps its only member, but whether they wanted to admit it or not, everyone agreed with him. Even his sourwolf boyfriend, Derek.
So that's how they all found themselves at a party at some senior named Erik's house that Friday night. Stiles had also made them all dress up for the occassion--well he only had to make the guys dress up as Lydia, Allison, and Erica were already dolling themselves up when he came to make the grand dress up announcement.
The music was loud and the booze was flowing, overwhelming the senses of the werewolves, but they soon adjusted. The pack spread out and began to enjoy the party. Some dancing, some talking, some just drinking (werewolves had to drink fast to even get a buzz).
Stiles found himself in the middle of the dance floor, drink in hand and having the time of his life. His head was a little lighter because of whatever jungle juice was in the red solo cup and the beat of the song moved with the beat of his heart. His dancing was never that dignified, but he didn't care--it wasn't like there were many good dancers at a drunken senior party anyway.
Even without werewolf senses, Stiles began to hear a few comments coming from the crowd.
"Wow who is that?"
"I think that's Derek Hale, he's just a couple of years older than us."
"He's way hotter than the senior guys."
"I'd like to--"
The last comment was blissfully cut off by a swell in the music. Stiles kept dancing, but began looking around for Derek. Stiles was never that much of a jealous guy, but he could feel the room staring at Derek and that wasn't his favorite feeling in the world, mostly because he knew Derek didn't like it.
***
Derek had parted from Stiles at the beginning of the party as he was getting overwhelmed by people who actually knew him and Derek preferred to stay on the outskirts. He and Boyd had this in common so they casually went to the drinks area and downed a few, getting rousing cheers from a few guys who were probably from the lacrosse team as they seemed familiar to Derek.
Soon, Derek and Boyd found themselves on the edge of the dance floor, chatting comfortably. That was until Derek saw Stiles dancing. Derek knew that Stiles didn't think he was a good dancer, but Derek disagreed. He watched Stiles shake his hips and move in a way that was absolutely seductive. How the rest of the party wasn't staring as well, Derek didn't know.
"You're a creep," muttered Boyd into his solo cup.
Derek snapped back to reality, "What?"
"You're a creep," said Boyd clearly, "You're just staring at him when you could go and actually be with him."
Derek downed the rest of his drink. "You make a good point." He made his way into the dancing throng and found that Stiles was making his way towards him too.
Before Derek could say anything, Stiles pulled him down into a demanding kiss. Derek's mind blacked everything else out for a moment. Stiles pulled his lips away and Derek gained some use of his brain again. Derek knew Stiles wasn't into PDA so he asked, "What are you doing?"
Stiles smirked, "I would think that a werewolf would know."
Derek just stared in response.
"I'm claiming my territory." And with that, Stiles turned around and began grinding on Derek to the beat of the song. Derek held his hips tightly and got lost in the motion of it all. Everything else just faded away.
***
Derek finished relieving himself in one of the hall bathrooms and was thinking about pulling Stiles into one of the bedrooms to finish what they'd started on the dance floor, but an acrid smell suddenly cut through the scents of sweat and booze and hormones.
Fire.
Panic began almost immediately. Derek desperately searched for Stiles in the rushing crowd, but he couldn't make out his heartbeat amongst all the clattering ones. Soon the room was filling with smoke and Derek was calling out Stiles's name. He heard something.
"Allison!" It was Scott.
Scott and Derek nearly ran into each other.
(Prompt by me)
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