Gambling Debts 21/?
Chapter 21
"Stiles, you in here?"
For a second Derek thought it was Isaac. Who else could it be this early in the morning? But then his brain caught up with the situation and he realized that it wasn't Isaac's voice and a moment later the scent confirmed the same thing.
There was a stranger in the play room.
Derek shifted on instinct. He rolled to his back, facing the intruder with fangs and claws, ready to defend himself and Stiles.
At the same time Stiles tried to untangle himself from the sheets to get out of the bed.
"Scott!" Was the only thing he was able to yell, the rest ended in a breathless uff when he hit the floor.
In his haste Derek might have yanked at the sheets a bit too hard, the fabric ripped under his claws, and had propelled Stiles out of the bed.
Now Derek did recognize Scott, Stiles' friend who had tried to be his knight in shining armor before.
Derek let his face smooth back to human.
"Scott!" Stiles was on his feet and already halfway through the room. He could move if he really wanted to, Derek had to give him that. And he didn't notice the muscles of his butt working under the flimsy pajama pants the other man wore for the night.
Derek fixed his eyes on Scott. Who just stood in the door, embarrassment clearly written over his face, and Derek wondered how this looked to him. For sure he had seen Derek's naked ass. There was a bottle of lotion on the nightstand next to his wrist cuff. There was another bottle of lotion sitting by the bench which had still the restrains attached to it. If Scott had noticed Stiles' boner, those pants didn't hide anything, Derek didn't know but he doubted that that made a difference now.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Stiles yelled at his friend and gave him a hit over the head. It looked more playful than meant to hurt but it had the desired effect that Scott ducked out of the room.
Derek was out of the bed and fighting his way into his pants the second the door closed behind them. The pants were the only clothes he had available but they would do for the moment. He was out of the door a moment later.
"I didn't think ..." Scott started but was cut off by Stiles.
"That's right, you didn't think." He said still with a raised voice but calmer now. "Scott, you can't just barge into that room like that."
"You weren't out here or in your bedroom." Scott defended himself and Derek wondered how long he had been wandering around the suite without him noticing. "I thought you might be sleeping in there. Isaac said you didn't have anyone over."
Derek would have loved to hear the story that had led to Scott checking in with Isaac in case Stiles had someone over but this was not the time.
"You don't just badge into a playroom." Stiles repeated. "You just don't."
"It's morning." Scott tried to defend himself. "People sleep in the morning."
"We could have been in a scene." Stiles repeated. "And even if not, aftercare is a thing, look it up."
At the suggestion of looking up something about this, Scott made a face of disgust.
"You said that you wouldn't take advantage of him." He changed the topic, gesturing at Derek. Painfully aware of his bare chest and the pants hanging low on his waist, Derek just tried to stare him down.
"What's going on between Derek and me is none of your business." Stiles said firmly and moved a little to stand more between Scott and Derek.
"It is when you're abusing him."
"I'm not abusing him." Stiles' voice went cold and he set his shoulders as if he expected a physical attack.
"You were doing … stuff to him last night, admit it." Scott set his jaw as well, challenging him to tell him otherwise. "I saw the restrains. And he was in your bed. Naked."
"I know you don't understand it." Suddenly Stiles sounded tired. "But I've never in my life abused anyone."
"What about the hook-ups you bring here from that club?" Scott countered. "Don't tell me that they come home with you because they like you hitting them. They see your money, that's why they let you do whatever you want to them."
Derek got the feeling that this was only a new verse to an old song. They didn't argue over it for the first time.
"But Derek here." Scott threw him a compassionate glance. "He can't say no. He can't just leave."
What was left of the pleasant, sleepy afterglow vanished in an ice bucket feeling. Derek sucked in a breath.
"Stiles never did anything I didn't want him to do." He said, deflecting Scott's pity. He didn't need that, everything had been fine before Scott had showed up.
"You have to say that." Scott didn't quite meet his eye.
"Scott, I know you mean well." Stiles pinched the bridge of his nose. "But this is something you don't understand and you refuse to let go of your prejudice for five fucking minutes so that I can explain it to you. We're running in circles here." Again, was hanging in the air between them and Derek wondered how often they had this discussion.
Scott and before him Isaac had mentioned a club and Stiles bringing home somebody for the night but Derek didn't know if there had ever been something serious going on. There wasn't anybody now, that much he knew, but even if, he had no claim on Stiles. Stiles was his boss and on occasion his dom and that was it. At least at the moment. And it was good. Derek had enjoyed it and he was looking forward to next week and for sure he didn't want Scott to ruin this for them.
"I want to talk to Derek." Scott announced. "Alone."
They had been there before and Derek appreciated his concern but he doubted that there was anything he could say that would convince Scott that Stiles was not taking advantage of him.
"No." Derek said and turned to leave. "I need a shower." With that he left them standing there. He heard a snicker from Stiles and nothing from Scott and he pictured him gaping at him but didn't turn around to check.
"What are you doing here anyway?" Stiles asked, changing the topic.
"I haven't seen you in weeks." Scott answered with a delay. Derek closed his bedroom door but through the wood he could still hear them talking. "I thought I could take you out for breakfast, you know? Like in old times?"
Derek let the sound of the water tune out their voices and for a long moment he just stood under the hot spray of the shower.
Like Stiles had promised, the water washed away the last remains of the wolfsbane lotion and even the deep ache in his muscles faded into nothingness.
Derek wondered if there was a way to make it last even longer. Human subs sometimes felt the impact for days and he wondered what it would be like to feel the ache every time he sat down over the day.
He was with Stiles most of the time. Would he know? Would he give him knowing glances every time Derek shifted in his seat? Would he get aroused from that?
Derek didn't know about Stiles but he got hard just thinking about it.
For a brief second he wondered how long he could hold on to the clean cut between sex and submitting but then he wrapped his soapy hand around his length and jerked off to the image of himself on his knees, licking off the salt the fries had left on Stiles' fingers.
He imagined Stiles' eyes darken and then he would shove his fingers deeper into his mouth, fucking his mouth rough and deep.
Derek came with a strangled sound and then he just stood there, forehead resting against the tiles and water splattering down on his shoulder.
"I'm fucked." He breathed out.
Stiles would love to add sex to their arrangement, there was no doubt about that, but Derek wasn't there. Yet. He liked the fantasy of it but actually doing it with Stiles? It was too close to what he had with her.
Derek shook his head to get rid of the unpleasant thoughts. Stiles had openly admitted that he would jerk off to this as well so why should he feel ashamed of doing the same?
He rinsed off, the water was still hot, at thing he still hadn't gotten quite used to, and then stepped out of the shower. He took his time to go through his morning routine and when he finally left his bedroom dressed for the day, he expected Scott to be long gone.
Instead he found the other man sitting with Stiles at the breakfast table.
There was a moment of awkward silence but Stiles glossed over it with some mindless chatter and then the two friends were back at catching up with each other.
Derek just listened to them talking about people and events he had never heard of before. It was clear that they had been friends for a long time and even Stiles' choice in lifestyle couldn't really harm their friendship. It put a strain on it, that much was clear, especially with Derek sitting right next to them, but like he'd guessed it was an old argument.
In the end Scott did catch him alone when Stiles went to get dressed. They were running late again.
Scott just watched him leave with a fond smile but then his face hardened when he turned to Derek.
"He can't hear us now." He pointed out.
"Scott." Derek said with a sigh. "We've been here before."
"This is different." He said in earnest and the pity was back in his eyes.
Right, last time it had been a rather hypothetical concept, today Scott had seen actual proof that Stiles and Derek were doing at least something in the playroom. And for all Scott knew, Stiles was forcing Derek, he got that. But he couldn't tell him the truth. If Stiles hadn't told his best friend, Derek wouldn't either.
"You don't have to do this." Scott said and it was just like their last conversation. "You can leave. Now. Just come with me. I promise, I'll deal with Stiles."
Derek just shook his head. How could anybody be this naive? If it really was like Scott thought, that Derek was actually working off his uncle's debt, he couldn't just leave. Where would he go? Even Scott should realize that Peter wouldn't take him back.
There was nothing worse for a werewolf than becoming an omega. Derek would whore himself out before he would lose his beta status, there was no question about that. He had come here under that impression and he hadn't hesitated.
But Scott wasn't a werewolf, he didn't understand.
"I know there's nothing I or Stiles can say to convince you that he's not abusing me." He winced at that word. She came to mind. But it was different with Stiles. "But do you trust Isaac?"
"Isaac?" Blindsided Scott blinked at him. "What has Isaac to do with this?"
"We work together." Derek explained. "He sees me every day, he sees me and Stiles every day. If he says it's okay, could you accept it?"
He didn't really care about what Scott thought of him or Stiles but he was Stiles' best friend.
Scott chewed on his bottom lip, thinking it over.
"I'll talk to him." He finally agreed but he still looked skeptical. However, he left to find Isaac.
"That was a smart move." Stiles came out of the bathroom the second the elevator closed behind Scott.
"Should I give Isaac a warning?"
"Absolutely not."
Stiles was fiddling with his tie that just didn't want to sit right. In the end Derek tied it for him.
"Now I just have to figure out what to do with Erica." Derek smoothed over the red tie and stepped back to admire his work. Today the tie was the only red thing on Stiles and it made him look like one of his video game characters. Maybe after Scott he felt like killing someone.
"You'll figure it out." Stiles assured him and adjusted the lapels of Derek's jacket. "I trust you."
With a warm feeling in his stomach Derek followed him to face the day.
Chapter 22
Masterpost