Gambling Debts 19/?
Chapter 19
In the end they had to hurry to not be late for their first appointment of the day but Stiles took his time to go through every single point of Derek's list.
Some things were answered with a short sentence, others took longer to explain, but even when it got late and they should get going, Stiles didn't let himself get rushed.
"This is important." He cut Derek off when he suggested that they could do this another time.
If Stiles thought his questions were stupid or that the answer should be obvious he didn't show and he answered every point on Derek's list in detail and even asked back to make sure that Derek understood what he was talking about. He even encouraged Derek to ask if new questions turned up in the process, which on itself was a new experience.
Never before had anybody cared if Derek understood this kind of things. She for sure hadn't.
However, due to their talk they had a rather hectic start when they finally left the suite but Derek welcomed it. It took his mind off things. He feared that if he thought too hard about this he would chicken out at the last minute.
The universe seemed to know that he needed distraction today so it threw him one curve ball after the other.
There was a last minute meeting with an investor.
Another meeting with the head of maintenance where they once again talked about toilet paper. Not as the main topic but it was on the list.
A mix-up with a hotel reservation. Stiles sent Derek to solve that one. Why he thought that Derek was the right person to do this was beyond Derek but he managed to make the guest happy again simply by repeating the solution the receptionist had been trying to offer him for at least five minutes.
Once the guest had finally gone to his room Derek made sure to explain the situation to the receptionist's boss so that she wouldn't get in trouble if the guest decided to complain about her. Derek had been screwed over for things like this more often than he cared to remember and he had the feeling that the guest was an asshole like that.
Then he hurried back to catch up with Stiles for the next meeting.
The day just flew by and when they retreated to the suite for dinner, Derek was just happy that he could sit for a moment.
Of course when they hit the floor to mingle with the guests, they got caught in the middle of a fight between two groups of guests accusing each other of stealing a slot machine. In the end security had to throw them out but by then Derek's suit was disheveled and his ears were ringing from all the screaming.
While the orderlies hurried to clean up the place, Stiles tried to gloss over the incident with free champagne for the bystanders.
When Derek fell into bed that night, he slept like a rock and didn't even care about what was going to happen the next day.
Realization that it was Wednesday hit him the next morning, though.
For a moment Derek considered just staying in bed the whole day but in the end his curiosity won. He took a shower and hurried through his morning routine before he put on the sweatpants Stiles had given him for today.
"And only those." Stiles' words echoed in his mind.
So when Derek stepped out of his room, barefoot and bare chested and with nothing under his sweatpants, his heart was beating in his throat in anticipation.
Like usual the table was loaded with their breakfast and Stiles was already sipping his first coffee. Next to him on the table lay the cuff.
Derek's eyes were glued to that when he made his way over to the table.
"You still good?" Stiles asked.
Derek nodded, he wasn't trusting his voice right now, but when he held out his arm for Stiles to fasten the cuff around his wrist, it was steady.
Stiles slipped a finger under the leather to test if it wasn't too tight.
"Color?" He asked.
"Green."
"Good. Have a seat." He gestured to the chair Derek usually sat in. Stiles poured him a cup of coffee and added some sugar, just the way Derek liked it. Then he filled Derek's plate with scrambled eggs, bacon and toast.
It was exactly what Derek would have put on his plate himself and the fact alone that Stiles did it for him, and that he had payed attention enough to know what Derek liked for breakfast, did something to him. The cuff around his wrist was a heavy reminder that he wasn't in charge right now but at the same time something settled in him.
"Eat." Stiles said and reached for his own cup of coffee.
They ate in silence, Derek was not in the position to engage a conversation and for once Stiles didn't speak either.
Stiles refilled their cups and then gestured over the table. "Do you want more?"
"No, thank you." Derek said. His stomach had settled down a bit but he was full with what he had.
Derek drank his second cup of coffee while Stiles was still busy with his pancakes.
Then he just sat their while Stiles slowly ate more pancakes. Derek had the suspicion that Stiles did it on purpose, he never needed this long for his pancakes even when he was talking a mile a minute while he was eating them.
So Derek just sat there, hands in his lap and eyes on the empty plate in front of him and waited for Stiles to finish.
"Very good." Stiles praised him when he finally used the napkin as an indication that he was done. Those simple words made Derek's stomach flatter but he tried to not let on to what they did to him.
"Let's move over to the couch."
Like the week before Stiles lay down on the couch but this time it wasn't with a jump. Today he did it like an adult with measured movements and Derek wondered since when Stiles had so much control over his limbs.
"I want another of your awesome foot rubs." He wiggled his bare toes when he lifted his legs for Derek to slip under.
That he could do. However, Derek had noticed the pillow on the floor, just waiting for him to kneel on, and he wondered when they would get to that part.
But for now he had a task at hand, literally, and he focused on reducing Stiles to a puddle of goo.
Pride filled his chest when exactly that happened. By the time Derek was done, Stiles lay there, boneless and with a stupid grin on his face.
He must have timed it, though, because that was when room service knocked to take away the dishes from breakfast.
Stiles sent Derek to his room before he called the room service in. This would have been awesome for the rumor thing, somebody seeing Derek shirtless and obviously serving Stiles, but this was something private and it didn't even seem to cross Stiles' mind to use it to his advantage.
Fingering the cuff around his wrist but with a little smile on his lips, Derek waited patiently until it was safe to return to the main area of the suite.
When they were alone again, Stiles instructed him to set up a movie. He was sitting now, feet firmly on the floor with the pillow between them.
Derek sank down to his knees between Stiles' spread legs. He had the couch in his back and Stiles' legs framing him from the side.
"Color?"
"Green."
"I just want you to sit comfortable." Stiles said and his hands found their way to his shoulders. "Think you can stay the whole movie like this?"
"Yes."
With that Stiles started the movie.
At first Derek found it weird and he expected to get twitchy just minutes into the movie but Stiles' legs pressed gently into his sides and after a while he found himself leaning into it.
Stiles' hands were constantly on him, sometimes just resting on his shoulders, sometimes combing through his hair in slow, soothing motions.
The movie washed over him and Derek felt himself drift into a relaxed state. When the credits started to roll, his head was resting against Stiles' knee and Stiles was lazily massaging his scalp.
"Color?" Stiles asked and turned off the TV.
"Green." Derek said drowsily and rubbed his face to get more alert.
"How was that for you?" Stiles asked, still holding him in place with his hands and knees but Derek still didn't feel trapped by it. If anything it was comforting.
"Surprisingly good." He admitted. "Can I use the bathroom now?" He ask the letter quickly to not give himself the chance to think too much about it.
"I'm proud of you." Stiles stroke his head and Derek just leaned into the touch. "Go ahead."
In the bathroom Derek took a moment to look at himself in the mirror. What was he even doing?
But he had to admit that he felt good. They hadn't done anything major yet and still he felt settled and content and he was looking forward to going back out there. Going back to Stiles.
This was so completely different to what he had with her.
They spent the day pretty much like they had last Wednesday with the only difference that Derek spent most of the time on his knees, leaning against Stiles' leg. Stiles just moved the pillow to his side because he was the one who couldn't sit still enough.
Stiles showed him more video games and over dinner they watched a game show on TV. Stiles ordered the food for him and Derek ate the burger Stiles handed him kneeling next to him, his shoulder brushing slightly against Stiles' knee.
When Derek was done with his burger, Stiles offered him a fry. Derek eyed it for a second but then he ate it out of Stiles' hand. He tried to use only his teeth but he couldn't help that his lips touched Stiles' fingers in the process.
"Color?" Stiles asked and he sounded a bit breathless.
"Green." Derek answered.
"You're unbelievable, you know that?" Stiles said in awe and one by one he fed him the fries.
After dinner they watched the rest of the show but then Stiles turned off the TV.
"You want to take this over to the playroom?" He asked and Derek knew that it would be perfectly fine to say no. Instead he nodded and got up. He had been kneeling for the better part of the day so he needed a few steps to get his legs working again. Stiles watched him closely but didn't say a word.
Derek followed Stiles to the playroom and the second he stepped through the door, his eyes were on the bench. He wanted this but he couldn't help the shiver running down his spine.
"Take off your pants and bent over the bench." Stiles instructed.
Derek had known that he would have to get naked in front of Stiles but now he hesitated.
"Derek?" Stiles suddenly stood in front of him, his hand on Derek's chest. Could he feel his rapidly beating heart?
"Color?"
Derek licked his lips.
"Green." He answered and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his pants.
Stiles guided him in position over the bench and secured his wrists and ankles with leather cuffs. The one he was already wearing fit into the system and Stiles just hooked it up to the bench.
"These are normal cuffs." Stiles told him, running a hand down his spine. "You could break free if you really wanted to but I would prefer a safe word before you trash my equipment."
Derek couldn't help it, he laughed. Here he was, naked and exposed, and he just shook with laughter.
"That's good." Stiles praised him. "Let out all that tension."
Soothing hands ran up and down his back and the tension did melt out of his body.
"I'm going to work in the lotion now." Stiles informed him. He warmed it up in his hands before he started to knead it into the globes of Derek's butt. It felt warm and tingled a bit but not unpleasant. For today they had agreed that Stiles would only use his hand but the wolfsbane lotion would keep Derek from healing instantly, making it last.
"Color?" Stiles asked again.
"Green." Derek answered and relaxed farther into his bonds.
"I'm going to start now." Stiles informed him. Derek gave him a nod and then the first blow fell on his butt.
Chapter 20
Masterpost