Gambling Debts 25/?
A/N I'm sorry for the delay, I was (am) a little sick and couldn't post a chapter on Monday. So today this chapter and "Human is Just a Word" on Saturday. Next week we'll be back on the regular schedule.
Chapter 25
Derek couldn't move. Stiles was kissing him. His fingers ghosted over the thick ridges of Derek's forehead while he ran his tongue over his fangs and sucked at his bottom lip.
Shifted like this Derek wasn't able to actually participate in the kiss but he was too stunned to do anything but lay there and let Stiles do whatever he wanted to do anyway.
Even when he let his features melt back to human and his mouth was properly shaped for kissing again, Derek could only lay there in awe while Stiles explored his mouth. Both hands in his hair, gently holding him in place, Stiles kissed him for a moment longer before he eased off and came up to look him in the eye.
"I like you." He said, his lips shiny and his cheeks pink. "I like every part of you."
Derek just studied him for a long moment, unable to speak. Nobody ever had accepted him like this, nobody ever had given him the feeling that he really liked him, every aspect of him, that he really cared about him. And here was Stiles.
"And just to make this clear." Stiles broke the moment for which Derek was grateful. "If you lose control over your shift during a scene, that's not failure. It's success. It means that I can take away that last bit of control you. Do you have any idea what that means? When you trust me enough to give up that control? How I feel when I can take you there?" His eyes were bright and he smelled of arousal just from talking about it. "Derek, do you have any idea how amazing you are?"
He didn't but Stiles was happy so it was okay.
Late they went to their own bathrooms to shower. The hot water washed away the last traces of the wolfsbane lotion and with that the ache in Derek's butt, the flogger on top of his already sore ass had been amazing, and for a moment Derek just stood under the hot spray and let the jets work over his neck and back. His fingers found their way to his nipple and he gave it a hard pinch, thinking of the nipple clamps. That pain had abated the second Stiles had taken the clamps off and Derek couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like if they had used the lotion for that as well. Maybe he should asked Stiles next time.
Derek finished his shower before he got too distracted and then joined Stiles for breakfast.
"I was thinking about our first date." Stiles licked syrup off his fingers. Derek couldn't look away. "The weekend is too busy, we can't just leave then but what about Monday?"
"Sounds good." Thoughtfully Derek chewed on a stripe of bacon. So far it had all been Stiles. At work he was the boss and in their scenes he was the dom so maybe it was time to be in charge for a change. Derek glanced at Stiles before his next words, not sure if the other man would like his idea.
"I want to take you out." The words rushed out of his mouth. "If that's okay."
"I'd like that." Stiles agreed easily.
Derek had no idea where he wanted to take Stiles but he had a few days to come up with something.
"There's one other thing we need to talk about." Stiles changed the topic. "What about our Wednesdays?"
"What do you mean?" Derek asked carefully, dread settling in his stomach. Did Stiles want to take that away?
Probably knowing what was going on in Derek's head, Stiles reached over to take Derek's hand and brush his thumb over his knuckles.
"We can put that on hold until we had a few dates." Stiles said, watching him closely. "And then we decide if we want to add sex or not."
It sounded like a reasonable idea, especially since Derek couldn't make up his mind if he wanted to turn this into something sexual or not. On the other hand, he really liked what they were doing and he didn't want to stop.
"We could add sex now." Stiles listed another option. "Or we could just go on like before."
Derek snorted at the last one. "That's not really working any longer, isn't it?"
"Not really." Stiles chuckled. "I had to clean up your come twice yesterday." It didn't sound like an accusation. "And I'd really like to jerk off right there with you and not sneak out after you fell asleep."
Derek didn't even know that Stiles did that but it made sense.
"You can stay for that." He felt the blush on his face and he couldn't look at Stiles. "I don't mind." Actually he would love to see that. Maybe Stiles would come all over him? Over his throbbing ass? Over his face?
And now he was half-hard in his pants just from the pictures in his mind.
"You don't mind." Stiles repeated the words with a knowing smile. He could probably tell how much Derek didn't mind.
Hastily Derek tried to get over the moment by hiding behind his cup of coffee.
"Anyway." Stiles returned to his pancakes. "Wednesday?"
Derek didn't know.
"Can we decide about that after our date?"
"Sure." Stiles said around half a pancake. Syrup was running down his chin and Derek had to look away or he would just lick it off his face. "But I'm telling you now, we won't do anything we haven't discussed beforehand."
Another survey, then. Derek let out a groan. That had been embarrassing enough the first time around and it hadn't even covered the juicy bits.
Derek had no illusion about where this was heading. They had been crossing into sexual for a while now and it was only a matter of time until they would have actual sex. Derek was just not sure if he was ready for that just yet and if not what to do in the meantime.
Like always the weekend was busy and Derek welcomed the distraction.
Even when a semi famous actor invited Stiles to a party on short notice and when he dragged Derek along with him, Derek didn't really mind.
He did, however, look up the actor in question to at least know a thing or two about their host but it turned out that he had been in two mediocre teen romance movies Derek had no intention to ever watch and he was now in his fifteen minutes of fame as a teenage girls' wet dream.
Derek forgot his name the second he put his phone away but he wouldn't have to interact much with the host or the other guests anyway.
Saturday evening Derek put on a gray suit that brought out his eyes according to Stiles and a black shirt. He wasn't sure about the eyes thing but it worked well with the cream suit and dark red shirt Stiles was wearing. They would stick out like this but that was kind of the point. Stiles loved to stick out. And he wanted people to notice Derek as well, they had a deal after all.
Isaac was their driver again and Derek wouldn't have minded switching with him. Waiting in the car sounded way more appealing than a loud party. At least it wasn't at a club.
Derek followed Stiles into the house the actor had rented for this occasion, he doubted that a low key actor had the money to actually live here but this was Vegas, it was all about showing off.
Stiles knew quite some people. He shook hands and gave little kisses, while Derek stayed one step behind him. They hadn't even seen their host yet and Stiles was animatedly talking with a group of people while others were already hovering in the background, waiting for a chance to say hello.
Stiles expertly cut the conversation short without putting anybody off and meandered over to the next group. He did that every night at the Red, it came naturally to him.
Nobody addressed Derek directly but there were glances in his direction and he caught a whispered comment or two. The rumor mill was working even outside the Red as well, exactly what Stiles had wanted. Derek ignored it and tried to focus on the people coming up to Stiles. It wasn't really in his job description but he was kind of a bodyguard as well so he stayed alert.
Alcohol did nothing for Derek but when a waiter came around, he grabbed two glasses of champagne and handed one to Stiles. He matched Stiles' pace with the drinks just to blend in but he noticed that the other man didn't drink that much either. He was more holding his glass than actually drinking which successfully prevented him from people who might wanted to offer him another drink.
"Never get drunk on occasions like his." Stiles whispered to him and raised his half-full glass at him in a mock salute.
Derek didn't know what could happen but he was glad that Stiles wasn't here to get plastered.
Not everybody felt the need to stay sober and later that evening people were clearly drunk.
At one point Derek slipped out to the bathroom and when he left, he almost ran into a woman standing right outside the door. Blond hair and a face made of harsh lines and sharp angles, the kind of woman that always struck a wrong chord in Derek. He tried to duck around her.
"I've been waiting for you." Her alcohol breath hit him in the face and she was too close for comfort. "How about a quickie in the bathroom?" Her hand slipped under his jacket and she put something into the pocket there.
Without a word he brought some distance between them and gave her back the folded bills. He didn't even check how much she thought a quickie with him cost.
"Don't play shy." She was on him again, reaching for the front of his pants. "I bet you want to get your dick wet for a change. He doesn't need to know." She tried to whisper the last part but was too drunk to accomplish that.
She placed a wet kiss on his mouth and tried to drag him back to the bathroom.
"I'm not interested." He stepped back. Her perfume mixed with the smell alcohol made him sick but she didn't back off.
"You little shit." She hissed at him, her hands all over him. "You think you're too good for me? You're going to take my money and you're going to fuck me like the cheap whore you are." She brought her mouth to his ear. "You don't want me to scream, don't you?" She licked his ear lobe with a grin. Derek shuddered in disgust.
She didn't look like her, not really, but for sure she acted like her and that was enough to bring back memories. It was more likely that he would throw up on her than to get an erection but she would probably just put him on his knees to eat her out, laughing at him for not getting it up. She had done that before.
Derek stood frozen, he didn't know what to do. They were alone in the hallway. He heard the music and the voices of the people only a few feet away but here he was alone with her.
Nobody would believe that she was attacking him and not the other way around. And even drunk like she was, she knew it. Sure that she had won, she dragged him towards the bathroom again.
His brain kind of stopped working and he wasn't even sure which woman was dragging him along but he knew one thing. He couldn't follow her into that bathroom. He didn't care if she screamed, he didn't care what people would think of him, he would not go in there with her.
He did the only thing he could think of. The moment she opened the door, he pushed her. She stumbled into the room but caught herself on the sink. Speechless she stared at him, shock and clear disbelieve in her eyes, but before she could recover, Derek slammed the door shut. He was half-way to the car when she started screaming.
"What happened?" Startled Isaac almost dropped his phone when Derek yanked the door open and crawled in the back seat. "Where's Stiles?"
Derek couldn't answer. He had her perfume in his nose and could still feel her hands all over him. He just had enough sense to lean out of the still open door before he threw up.
Chapter 26
Masterpost