Gambling Debts 22/?
A/N I've changed my upload plan. Chapters will be posted as followed:
"Gambling Debts" on Mondays
"Human is Just a Word" on Wednesdays and Saturdays
Chapter 22
"You owe me. Both of you." Isaac pointed his finger first at Derek, then at Stiles.
"But you got him to back off?" Stiles flopped down in Isaac's chair and started to spin back and forth.
"He still doesn't understand." Isaac raked a hand through his hair, tousling it even more. "Hell, I don't understand what you're doing there."
When Stiles opened his mouth, Isaac raised his hand to stop him.
"I don't want to know what you're doing." He looked from Stiles to Derek and back again. "Can we just never speak of this again? Ever?"
Derek didn't know what Isaac had told Scott but it seemed to have convinced Scott that Stiles wasn't abusing him. Why Scott trusted Isaac's judgment over Stiles' he didn't know but his money was on Isaac's past. Whatever had happened to him, Scott most likely knew about it. And it somehow made Isaac an expert of abuse? Derek didn't really want to think about that so he was with Isaac in his desire to change the topic.
Scott might have backed off for the moment but he just didn't get the lifestyle, as Stiles put it, so he would be back.
"He's like a puppy with a bone, adorable but persistent." Stiles said and Derek couldn't help but smile to that. "Prepare yourself for more frequent visits from him."
Scott was a stranger to him and Derek wasn't sure how he felt about him checking up on him on a regular base. He would deal with that when it came to it. First he had to deal with Erica.
Friday evening Derek stood at her door, six-pack of beer under his arm and an uneasy feeling in his stomach.
She opened the door with a smile and didn't jump him with questions right away. Instead she took the beer from him, pried two out of the pack and handed an open one back to him.
"Let me guess, wolfy werewolf like you, you like your steak bloody." She flashed him a feral grin. "But be warned there will be rabbit food going with it."
"Sounds good." He leaned against the kitchen counter, nursing his beer, and watched her preparing the food. Her apartment was a little more upscale than the one he used to share with Peter but not by much. It was comfy, lived in, Derek liked it. It was a welcomed change to the suite.
"Danny answered me." She said over her shoulder. "He's out of the states at the moment but he agreed to a meeting when he gets back."
"Did he say when?" Derek took another sip of beer just to do something. He didn't really care for beer and he couldn't even get drunk but he drank it just to blend in. Humans seemed to like it.
"About two weeks." She shrugged. "Didn't say anything definite. I'll let you know as soon as I hear from him."
Over dinner they chatted about work and Derek learned more about Boyd than he ever wanted to know but at least Erica stayed clear of that one topic she was dying to talk about. Derek kind of loved her for that but he knew that she would come to it eventually.
And he couldn't dump this one on Isaac as well. Unlike Scott she had no reason to trust Isaac's judgment. She would probably listen to Boyd but he didn't really know what was going on either.
After dinner they moved over to the couch with fresh beers and full bellies.
"So." She made, tucking one sock-clad foot under her thigh to sit more sideways, facing him. "You and Stiles, what's going on with that?"
Derek took another pull of his bottle.
"What have you heard?" He asked carefully.
"That your alpha basically sold you to Stiles to cover his debts." She said, watching him closely out of the corner of her eye. "That you're Stiles' little fuck toy."
Derek nodded and brought the bottle to his lips just to gain some time. This was what he had expected but he still didn't know what to say to that.
"Derek?" She put her hand on his forearm. "What's going on?"
"That basically covers it." He said as emotionless as he could master.
"That's bull." She said. "I've met Stiles. Unless he does a one-eighty once you two are alone, and I admit, that is possible, he's not that kind of guy."
"He's not." Stiles was probably the best man he'd ever met, Derek couldn't bring himself to paint him like that. "But what they say about the basic deal? That's true. I am working off my uncle's debts." It was just a small lie, he already had worked it off, semantics like Stiles would say.
She narrowed her eyes on him but didn't call him out on his lie.
"With sex?"
"As Stiles' personal assistant." Derek corrected her but didn't look her in the eye. With his thumb he picked and scratched at the label on the bottle in his hand.
"And that includes the playroom?" She said the word with a mix of awe and disgust that made Derek feel sick in the stomach. He enjoyed what they did in there and he was looking forward to next Wednesday. Without interruptions by nosy friends this time.
"Can you keep a secret?" He made a decision. He couldn't and wouldn't tell her the whole truth but she deserved to at least know that he was okay.
She nodded and gave his wrist an encouraging squeeze. His left one, the one where he had worn the cuff. Derek wasn't sure if this was ironic or some kind of divine approval.
"Stiles and I do use the playroom." He admitted, still not looking at her.
Instead his eyes were fixed on her hand around his wrist. It almost felt like the cuff. "But despite what everybody thinks, that's not part of the deal."
"Why would you do it, then?" She asked after a moment.
Derek just gave her a long look.
"Oh." She finally made in understanding. "You like it?" Her voice dropped into a conspiratorial whisper.
"There's nothing happening I don't want." He emphasized that point. "There wouldn't be happening anything if I didn't want it." Now he glanced at her to catch her reaction. Her heart was beating a bit faster than it had over dinner but she wasn't panicking on him. And unlike Scott she seemed to actually listen to what he was saying.
However, Derek didn't know how to explain it to her. Maybe he could give her the links Stiles has given her. Especially that blogging sub had helped him to understand it and he was still checking his blog regularly.
"Okay." She said and let go of his wrist.
"Okay?" He raised an eyebrow at her.
"Yeah, okay."
"You're the first who just accepts it like this."
"Let's just say." She draw out the words with a wicked smile on her face. "College was a wild time. I tried out a lot of stuff."
"I don't want to know."
"And I'm not going to tell you." She bumped her shoulder into his.
After that the evening became way more pleasant and when Derek left, he was actually considering to take her up on her offer to do something like this again.
Stiles had given him the evening off so when Derek returned to the suite, it was empty. Stiles was already on the floor and since he didn't expect Derek to join him, Derek didn't. The floor was still his least favorite part of the casino and if he had the chance to skip an evening he took it.
Knowing that Stiles wouldn't be back for hours, Derek opened the door to the playroom and switched on the lights.
The bed was still unmade and the sheets in shreds and there was the bottle of lotion on the bedside table, most likely left out there on purpose. Stiles had put the restrains away but he had left a sticky note on the bench.
Curious Derek stepped closer.
Please clean and sanitize thoroughly, it read. It was signed with a smiley.
Derek just shook his head.
Before Derek hadn't dared to have a closer look at all the toys but now he opened drawers and inspected the shelves. For now he was more interested in the floggers and paddles and everything else for impact play but he couldn't help but notice the collection of butt plugs and dildos.
For a brief moment he wondered what it would feel like if he let Stiles use them on him but he pushed that thought to the back of his mind. He had no strings attached scenes with her and he couldn't go there again.
Wednesday came by quickly and this time there was no moment of hesitation. Derek got out of bed, went through his morning routine and put on his sweat pants. Stiles had given him the cuff the night before so he put that on as well.
With a bounce in his step he left his room to join Stiles for breakfast.
Like the week before Stiles was already at the table but this time Derek's place wasn't laid out. Instead there was the pillow next to Stiles on the floor. Derek licked his lips.
"Color?" Stiles asked, watching him closely.
"Green." With that he sank down to his knees. Immediately Stiles' hand found its way to his hair, massaging his scalp for a moment. Derek closed his eyes and let himself sink into sub space. He wasn't in charge today, he could let go. Stiles would take care of him.
Stiles gave him his cup of coffee to drink by himself, hot coffee was a bit too risky to mess around with, but the rest of his breakfast Derek ate out of Stiles' hand. He didn't even try to not let his lips touch Stiles any longer and shamelessly licked his fingertips clean with every bite he took.
He was pushing the limits here, he knew that but when he looked up and met Stiles' eyes, he didn't really care. There was a hunger in that look.
Derek just cleaned his fingers more thoroughly with the next piece of bacon Stiles offered him.
Stiles shared some of his pancakes with him, most likely because they were dripping with syrup and made his fingers sticky. Derek didn't mind.
Then a drop of syrup landed on his chest. For a moment they both froze.
Derek felt the fat drop slowly sliding down his pec and when he looked at Stiles, his eyes were fixed on it, his lips slightly parted and he looked close to drooling.
"You want to lick it off, don't you?" Derek asked, his voice husky. He couldn't blame Stiles, he was the one how had started this with licking his fingers.
Stiles didn't answer, eyes still on his chest where the syrup was leaving a sticky trail. He closed his mouth with an audible click and swallowed thickly.
"Green."
For a long moment it looked like Stiles wouldn't do it. They were crossing lines with this, they both knew it, but in the end he pushed his chair back and leaned forward.
Derek straightened up and presented his chest more openly. He closed his eyes when Stiles hot tongue swept over his skin, catching the stray bead of syrup. Then Stiles licked up his chest, cleaning him with little flicks of his tongue.
When he was done, Stiles didn't just went back to his breakfast. His face was only inches from Derek's and he had one hand on the nape of Derek's neck to stabilize himself. He looked Derek in the eye, searching for something.
"I'd like to kiss you." Stiles said. His lips were wet and shiny and Derek could smell the syrup in his breath.
"Green."
Chapter 23
Masterpost