Gambling Debts 31/?
Chapter 31
It was after three in the morning when Derek finally fell into bed. He hadn't felt this tired in a while, not since he had been working three jobs with only sporadic sleep in between.
However, sleep wouldn't come. It had been a long day but the noises of the slot machines were still humming in his ears and he was too wired for sleep. And now, for the first time since the rude wakening in the morning, he had time to think about what had happened today.
They hadn't heard anything back from the police so they still didn't know who had been behind the threat. Somebody he knew? Andrew came to mind, he for sure held a grudge against the Red. Or this Danny guy but Derek didn't see how he would benefit from this. There had been no hacker attack or something like that while they had been busy with the bomb that wasn't there. And nobody had tried to rob them the old-fashioned way either.
Maybe somebody from the Executive Board? They had been quick with their attempt to take over the Red. And with Ennis the one to present that offer, Jennifer Blake came into the picture as well. Derek didn't know her and he didn't know if this was something she would do, but it was a thought to keep in mind.
However, according to Detective Morgan, Derek himself was a suspect. Not that anything would come out of that but the fact alone that she thought it could be him left him with an uneasy feeling.
Or it rather added to the uneasy feeling Peter had left him with. He was pretty sure that Stiles' plan would work which should get Peter to back off but he was his alpha. One word from him and everything Derek had here would crumble to dust.
How he felt about seeing his alpha more often, he didn't know either. His wolf part was wagging its tail at that thought, he was missing his pack and alpha, he couldn't deny that, but his human part was wary.
The thoughts kept him awake for long hours and just when he was finally drifting off to sleep, he realized that tomorrow was Wednesday and that he and Stiles hadn't discussed what to do with their play days.
They probably should just have a lazy day on the couch without doing anything but especially now, when his head was swimming with thoughts and worries, Derek needed it. He needed Stiles to pull him out of his head and take over for just a little while.
So the rest of the night Derek lay awake, pondering what to do, what he wanted.
He might have drifted off to sleep for an hour but it was uneasy at best. In the morning, Derek gave up and got out of bed. Maybe a hot shower would clear his mind.
When he came out of the bathroom, he heard Stiles already in the living room. After a moment of consideration Derek put on his sweat pants and nothing else. He didn't fasten the cuff around his wrist but he had it in hand when he left his room.
Stiles was already busy with his first coffee of the day but he was still wearing Superman pajama pants and a baggy t-shirt. He hadn't taken time to shower yet and his hair was sticking out in every direction. He had his cup at his lips when he noticed Derek. For a second it looked like he would drench himself in coffee but he managed to set the cup down without spilling too much.
Derek wasn't sure if that was the reaction he had hoped for. He had thought about what to say but now he was standing here like an idiot, the cuff clenched in his fist, and didn't know what to say. What if Stiles wasn't up for doing anything today? He'd said that they wouldn't do anything without discussing it first but Derek didn't feel like talking right now. He was tired and his mind was swirling and all he wanted was for Stiles to help him.
"I wasn't sure what we'd do today." Stiles said. He was openly admiring Derek's bare chest but then his eyes fell on the cuff in Derek's hand and not around his wrist.
"Me neither." Derek found his words and followed Stiles' invitation to sit with him at the table.
"What do you want?" Stiles asked and poured him a cup of coffee. "Or should I say need?"
When he handed him the cup, their fingers brushed and that little touch alone made Derek shiver.
"My head is so full." He admitted quietly.
"Have you slept at all?" Stiles had a closer look at him and for sure he noticed the shadows under his eyes.
"Not really." Derek shook his head and set the cup down without drinking any of it. He kept his eyes on the brown liquid.
Stiles put his hand on his forearm, his thumb gently caressing the soft skin of the inner side of his wrist.
"I can help you with that." With his free hand he picked up the cuff and started playing with it. "We haven't talked about it and I don't think now is the right time for that so we won't change anything major." His thumb never stopped moving. "But if you want to add small things …" He left it open for Derek to fill in the blanks.
"I don't want this to be about sex." Derek said, eyes still fixed on his coffee. "At least not today." Maybe next week when he had time to think about what he really wanted. Sex with Stiles had been awesome and he wanted more of that inside and outside of the playroom, but that wasn't what he needed now.
"But if it happens." He felt the heat creeping into his cheeks. "It would be okay, if you touched me. And you don't have to sneak out afterwards. You can stay. Or I can help you with that." Now the tips of his ears were burning as well but the movement of Stiles' thumb on his wrist never faltered.
Stiles studied him for a moment, then he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek.
"I'd like that." He said. "Anything else?"
"Just more of what we've done so far? That was good." Now Derek dared to lift his head to glance at him. Stiles smiled at him.
"Is there something you'd like to change?" Derek added after a moment. So far this conversation had been a bit one-sided.
"I'm good." Stiles assured him. "But we should have a real talk about this before next week."
Derek knew that but he didn't want to think about that now. At the moment he didn't want to think at all.
Gently Stiles put his wrist in the cuff but he waited for Derek's nod before he closed the buckle. The second it was buckled in, Derek breathed easier and some of the tension melted out of him.
Stiles stroke his hair and Derek just leaned into the touch.
"Get your pillow." Stiles told him.
On his knees he ate his breakfast out of Stiles' hand and by the time they were finished, Derek's mind had calmed down.
"I need a shower." Stiles decided once they were done. "Wait for me in the playroom, on your knees in the middle of the room, face the bed."
Derek got in position as instructed with his back to the door. It was a position that went against every instinct he had. Especially when he heard the room service clearing the table just behind the door. They must hear Stiles in the shower and if they got curious and decided to peek into the playroom ...
But Derek stayed in position with his back to the door, straining his ears for what was going on in the other room. He relaxed when he heard them leave but there was no sound indicating that Stiles was heading his way. Derek had the suspicion that Stiles was making him wait on purpose but since they were alone in the suite again, it wasn't that bad.
Then finally the door opened and Stiles stepped in. With him came a wave of wet hair, the body wash he had used and something that Derek could only describe as contentedness. His bare feet were only a whisper on the thick carpet but Derek could still tell that he moved with graze and purpose. He was already in dom mode and that made Derek shiver in anticipation.
A hand landed on the nape of his neck and he bowed his head willingly.
"I want to tie you up." Stiles said, his fingers buried deep in his hair. "Full body. Color?"
"Green." Having his arms and chest bound had been amazing, Derek couldn't wait to find out how a full body harness would feel.
"Then I want to gag and blindfold you." Stiles continued.
"Green." Derek said without even waiting for the question.
"So eager." The hand tightened in his hair, giving it a little pull. "Get up. I need you naked for this."
The next half an hour Derek stood naked next to the bed and watched Stiles expertly tying loops and loops of rope around him. The same result could have been accomplished in a few minutes and with a quarter of the rope but Derek had to admit, the lines and knots came together in a beautiful pattern. He made a mental note to bring up taking pictures and exploring Shibari for real when they had their discussion about what to do in the playroom. Not that Stiles would object, Shibari had been on his kink list right from the start.
But for now Derek just enjoyed the almost hypnotic whisper of the rope and Stiles' skillful fingers weaving a complex pattern.
Derek had no way to hide his half-hard cock but Stiles just ignored it so Derek didn't let himself get bothered by it either.
The rope wasn't too tight but he felt it with every breath he took, restricting and comforting at the same time. Today Stiles placed his arms at his sides and just tied them in with the loops around his torso. His legs got tied together as well, making it impossible for Derek to even make the tiniest step. A row of diamonds went down his sternum and belly, one was framing his cock quite nicely without doing anything for it, and farther down his legs with the tip of the last diamond holding his big toes together.
"Beautiful." Stiles breathed in awe when he finally finished his work. "Let's get you on the bed before you fall."
Gently he lowered him to the bed and arranged him until he lay stretched out on his back. Derek felt the knots and ropes but nothing was digging into him.
"Comfy?" Stiles asked and put a pillow under his head.
"Feels nice." Derek said. It did. Testing the bonds Derek realized that they didn't have much give, he could move his head and wiggle his fingers and toes but that was it. But he didn't need to fight it. Quite the opposite, the ropes were holding him so he could relax.
Stiles disappeared from his line of view but Derek knew that he was still close. By the time he was back, Derek had settled into the ropes.
"Lift your head." Stiles put the blindfold over his eyes. "And now the gag. Remember, three nods for red. You give me that the second your have any problems breathing."
It was a small ball gag, he noticed when he closed his mouth around it. It wasn't big enough to give him problems swallowing so he wouldn't drown in his own saliva.
"Color?" Stiles asked once he was done. Derek gave him another nod and then relaxed into the pillow. He couldn't move, see or speak but that was okay. He didn't need to do anything.
There was some rustling and then the blanket was draped over him. With the ropes it felt strange on his skin but not unpleasant.
Stiles stretched out next to him. Derek guessed that he was sitting with his back propped up against the headboard and his legs stretched out. He felt Stiles' hip and legs against his body, assuring him that Stiles was still there.
"Rest." Stiles said and his hand was back in Derek's hair, playing with it. Derek didn't know what Stiles was doing but he went still and it didn't look like he intended to move any time soon.
It was warm and cozy under the blanket and Derek felt himself slip deeper into his mind. He had dozed off like this before but with the lack of sleep and bound and blindfolded like this, he drifted off to actual sleep rather quickly.
Chapter 32
Masterpost