Scott tried to keep his mind focused on Stiles. Thinking about his best friend was what was stopping him from completely losing control. He had to stay away from Derek because what if Stiles saw? He'd never let them live it down. He had to find Stiles...

But Derek. He could feel Derek consuming him with his scent and strong, built body pressed up against him.

"Derek," Scott practically growled, because he wanted answers from him about what was happening, as if Derek knew something he didn't and wasn't telling him as usual, but he was annoyingly quiet. He felt Derek's tongue flicker against his skin too quick and with Derek pushing at him, he bumped back against a wall. He had to resist the urge to yank Derek towards him and just grind up against him against the wall of the club until he got the release he desperately needed.

"Outside," Scott hissed at him. "Your car..." Hopefully Derek had drove here. They needed to go somewhere, anywhere that wasn't out in the open like this, especially when Scott could feel the tip of his claws coming out, raking them against Derek's chest. Luckily it was too dark for anyone to notice.