Gambling Debts 12/?
A/N Due to work I have to skip the following two updates:
02.07. Human is Just a Word
06.07. Gambling Debts
We'll be back on track after that.
Chapter 12
Derek had never thought that he would enter Stiles' playroom with the intention of actually doing something in there. Okay, they weren't about to do what the room had been set up for but he was about to get almost naked in here with Stiles' hands all over him and that was closer than he would have ever imagined.
"Take off your clothes." Stiles instructed him while he pulled the comforter off the bed. "You can leave your underwear on." He added with a shy smile and an adorable blush.
Derek folded his clothes and put it on a nearby chair and then lay down on his stomach on the middle of the bed. He pillowed his head on his hands and waited for Stiles' next move.
Stiles put a blanked over his legs and then sat down, straddling his thighs.
"Is this okay?" He asked and waited for Derek's nod before he continued. "I have some scentless oil here, I figure you'd like that better than one of the scanted ones."
Derek couldn't help but wonder if Stiles had played with werewolves in here before. Normally humans didn't even consider the sensitive nose of a werewolf.
Stiles put his oily hands on Derek's shoulder blades and just let them rest there for a moment. The knot of anxiety in his stomach melted and Derek let out a sigh. He relaxed into the mattress, trusting Stiles to take care of him.
Once he was sure that Derek was really okay with this, Stiles started to work him over with skilled fingers. He found every knot in his muscles and worked them out with a firm but gentle hand.
Derek couldn't help but groan into the pillow under him but Stiles didn't seem to be bothered by the noises he made. He paid special attention to his neck and shoulders where the tension was the worst but he worked his way up and down Derek's back until Derek felt warm and relaxed all over.
Satisfied with his work, Stiles shifted and slid off Derek's hip to work on his legs. He uncovered one and worked his way down to the toes, tugging at every single one of them, before he moved back up. Finished with one leg, he covered it up with the blanket and started on his other one.
When he was done with his backside Stiles urged him to roll over.
By now Derek was half asleep and he just let Stiles place him whatever way he wanted him. The blanket was back, covering the parts Stiles wasn't working on at the moment, and Derek just drifted in the comfortable place between sleep and being awake while he distantly felt Stiles massaging his arm and hand. Then he moved over to his other arm. Chest and stomach were next and then the front of his legs.
Derek was asleep before Stiles was done with one leg.
When he woke up, he was lying on his side with a warm body spooning him from behind. Stiles had one arm and one leg thrown over him, hugging him close. It should feel weird but it didn't. With a sigh Derek reached for the hand on his chest and holding on to it he drifted back to sleep.
They stayed in bed together until the sun shining through the large windows woke them up in the morning.
"How do you feel?" Stiles nuzzled his neck from behind.
"Good." Derek took a moment to take stock of his body but he felt relaxed and comfortable, his whole body slightly aching from the massage but in a good way. "Thank you."
"No problem." Stiles patted his chest before he propped himself up on one elbow. Derek rolled to his back to have a better look at him.
"From now on we have a cuddle date every Wednesday." Stiles proclaimed.
They were close and this was probably the moment where they should kiss but Stiles didn't lean in to bring their lips together and Derek was grateful for that. He could smell the arousal on Stiles. He smelled like that almost constantly but now it was stronger. However, he didn't act on it just like he had promised.
"We don't need to do this every week." Derek tried to protest but Stiles waved him off.
"I want to do this every week with you." He said. Then there was a glint in his eye. "But you could give me a massage from time to time as well, if you like."
"I'd like that." Derek said and gave in to the urge to bury his nose in Stiles' neck.
Stiles went stiff for a moment but then his hand came down on Derek's head, fingers carding through his hair, holding him in place.
"More werewolf needs?" He asked with light amusement in his voice but he didn't push Derek away.
Derek kept the scenting short and when he backed off, he ducked his head in embarrassment.
"Hey, nothing of that." Stiles' finger was under his chin, lifting his head up to look him in the eye. "You have needs, there's nothing to be ashamed of about that."
Derek swallowed thickly.
"What about your needs?" He asked.
"Like I said, I'm a dom." Stiles smiled at him. "My need is to take care of people."
That wasn't how Derek would describe a dom but he let it be.
Suddenly Stiles started to giggle.
"What?"
"You have any idea what it's going to do to the rumor mill if the maid has to actually make this bed?" He flopped down to his back, shaking with laughter.
"You're impossible."
They parted for separate showers and to get dressed but they met again over breakfast. It was Thursday which meant work and when Stiles went over the schedule with him for the day it seemed like it would be a day just like any other. Which was fine with Derek, he didn't want to make a big deal out of his freak-out yesterday.
There was one thing different, though. Stiles wasn't holding back with touching him any longer. Their fingers brushed when Stiles handed him his coffee, Stiles tapped his arm to get his attention and before they left the suite, he gave Derek an encouraging pat on the shoulder.
It was a bit hesitant at first, Stiles was watching him closely to make sure that Derek was okay with the touches, but after an hour or so, he seemed to have forgotten that there had ever been any boundaries between them.
And people noticed. Derek didn't know what that would do to the rumor mill but he saw the glances thrown at them and heard the whispers behind their back. If Stiles noticed it, Derek couldn't tell, but it didn't stop Stiles from constantly touching him. Even during the meetings when their attention should to be on what they were discussing at the moment, their legs were touching under the table.
The only time they didn't touch was when they retreated to Stiles' office where Stiles worked at his computer at his desk and Derek set up his laptop on the little side table. But that was okay, too. A little break was fine, Derek might die of sensory overload otherwise.
"How do you feel?" Stiles asked over dinner.
"Good." Derek couldn't help the smile on his face. The whole day he had been walking on clouds, he couldn't remember the last time he had felt this content. Stiles smiled back at him.
After dinner they got ready to hit the floor and this time it wasn't so bad for Derek. If he finally got used to the crowd and the noise or if it was because of Stiles' hand constantly brushing against his he couldn't tell and he didn't really care.
On Friday Derek wanted to meet Erica for lunch. He was looking forward to that, she was the closest thing he had to a real friend aside from Stiles now, but on the other hand he wasn't sure what to tell her about his new job. Especially since he intended to ask for her help which meant that she would have to come to the Red. There was no way that she wouldn't sense that something was off with him there. Meeting Isaac would be okay, he treated Derek almost as if they were friends, but Erica would be seen with Derek, there was no way around that. On some level Derek just hoped that she would refuse to help him out, this was kind of illegal, so that he wouldn't have to deal with the consequences.
But first there was another problem. He didn't have a car and he had no idea about the public transportation around here. Only as an afterthought he thought about calling a cab, those were expensive. But he did have money now, he remembered.
When he mentioned calling a cab to Stiles, he just rolled his eyes at him and called Isaac. Derek expected that he would be his driver again but instead the other man walked him through Stiles' personal car pool until he stopped next to a black Camaro.
"If you get a ticket, you pay for it." Isaac said and threw the keys at him. Derek was so surprised he almost didn't catch them.
"You want me to drive this car?" He pointed at the sports car to make clear which car they were talking about.
"Stiles' orders." Isaac shrugged with a smirk. "For as long as you stay, this is your car to use."
Derek just stared at him. He couldn't be serious.
"Man, I've no idea what kind of game Stiles is playing but you really lucked out here." Isaac's grin grew wider. Smirk still firmly in place, he gave Derek a pat on the shoulder and then left him alone with his new car.
Derek stood there, stunned. Partly because of the car but more so because of the casual pat Isaac had given him. Even through his leather jacket he had felt the firm grip Isaac had on his shoulder for a second.
Derek opened his mouth to ask him if Stiles had told him to do things like that but he didn't know how to ask without giving away too much and then Isaac was gone.
Shaking his head Derek turned back to the car. He couldn't help but grin.
At this time of the day, the streets were almost empty and Derek took a little detour on his way to the coffee shop where he wanted to meet Erica.
He got a bit carried away, sue him, he was driving a sports car, so when he brought the car to a halt in front of the coffee shop Erica was already waiting for him.
She did notice the Camaro but her eyes went over it without recognition. He got out of the car and walked over to her. It still took a moment before her eyes settled on him.
"Derek?"
Derek just grinned and took off the sun glasses.
"Okay." She waved at him, taking in his appearance. "I'm dying to hear that story."
They went inside and once they had their drinks and some pastry they took a table in the back. The morning rush was over and only a few tables were occupied so they would have some privacy.
"Spill." Erica demanded before she had even sat down. "Did you win the lottery or something?"
Derek had never talked much about his problems but she knew that he had two jobs aside from the one at Casino Solutions and that money had still been tight. He had been constantly tired and over-worked and his second hand clothes had been hard to miss. Now he was sitting here, well rested and head to toe dressed in new designer clothes.
"I got a new job." He said. Which was true. She didn't need to know how he got said job. "I'm the personal assistant of the owner of the Red Riding Hood." It felt good to say that.
"No way." She shook her head in disbelieve. "Who did you have to sleep with to get that job?"
Derek choked on his coffee, that hit a little close to home.
"Nobody." He assured her but it came out a bit forced. "Anyway, I need your help."
Chapter 13
Masterpost