Gambling Debts 35/?
Chapter 35
Derek didn't participate that much in their conversation, most of the time he just sat back and watched his boyfriend, he still wasn't over that one, talking animatedly with his best friend. Once the recent events were covered they talked about people and events Derek didn't know but Stiles made sure to throw in a short explanation every now and then so Derek had at least a general idea of what they were talking about.
Derek learned that Scott was a veterinarian with his own clinic in a small town two hours from Vegas. Details Stiles had failed to mention so far but it explained why Scott had showed up so quickly when he'd heard about Derek for the first time but wasn't around that much.
He had been friends with Stiles since kindergarten where they had also met Lydia, Isaac and Boyd. Not that they had been friends back then.
"Lydia didn't know I existed until we were sixteen." Stiles said. "The rest of us bonded over warming the bench at lacrosse."
"Probably for the better, I wouldn't trust you with something hard and long like a lacrosse stick." Derek said, thinking of how accident-prone Stiles was, but his mind had been in the gutter all day so it took a different direction. They probably shouldn't have started the day with mutual blow-jobs and he still felt his nipples and now he couldn't help but wonder what Stiles could do with a lacrosse stick.
"You do trust me with hard and long things." Stiles wiggled his eyebrows at him.
Across from them Scott looked confused from one to the other and with a delay he turned red and almost choked on his drink.
"Dude, that's exactly why people talk about you two." He lowered his voice and had a look around to make sure that nobody was in earshot. "You have any idea what kind of rumors are floating around here? Isaac keeps telling me that I shouldn't listen to those but still."
"You shouldn't." Stiles agreed. "What Derek and I do is between two consenting adults and it's nobody else's business."
"You really shouldn't say stuff like that." Scott muttered. "People will get the wrong impression. It's bad enough that you insists on doing …" He was searching for words with his face heated and he was unable to look at Stiles. "The things you do." He finished lamely.
"Let's not go there tonight." Stiles let out a sigh. His lifestyle was the one thing they couldn't agree on, Derek had noticed that much. Scott just didn't get it. Or according to Stiles, he didn't want to understand.
They dropped the topic with practiced ease, they had been here before, that much was obvious, and soon they were talking about the new Marvel movie coming up.
"I expect you to take me there." Stiles told Derek and the next second he was already gushing over the trailer he'd seen, speculating what this or that scene might mean.
Derek made a mental note to look up when it would be released while Scott didn't seem to notice that Stiles had basically set up a future date with Derek.
"He totally missed it, didn't he?" Derek asked when hours later they were back on their way to the penthouse. Stiles hadn't used the b-word but he hadn't held back with the little touches and at one point he had completely leaned into Derek, resting his head on his shoulder.
When their waitress had cleared the table and had asked if they wanted dessert, she had almost cooed over them, it had been that obvious that they were a couple.
She'd even said: "And for the lovebirds …" when she placed their apple pie in front of them. Derek had half-expected to get one plate and two forks so they could share but thankfully she hadn't gone that far.
She must be the one person in the entire building who didn't connect the rumors with his face and that alone made it one of the best dinners Derek ever had. That and the fact that Stiles had been in his space the whole evening.
However, Scott had totally missed it.
"He's Scott." Stiles said. The second he stepped out of the elevator into the suite, he kicked off his shoes. "I love him like a brother but he can be rather dense."
Derek followed Stiles' example and got rid of his shoes but then he stood there, unsure what they would do next. It was late but not too late to hit the floor. He'd rather not and spent the rest of the evening with Stiles instead but it was part of his job so he waited for Stiles' lead on this.
"Don't look at me like that. Tonight we're not going anywhere." With that Stiles rolled over the back of the couch and was out of sight. Only his feet were sticking out over the arm of the couch.
"I'm full and tired." He continued talking while he made himself more comfortable. "And I expect some cuddles now."
That he could do. Derek stepped around the couch and set down next to Stiles' hip. But Stiles had nothing of that. He dragged Derek down until he was lying on top of him, his hip slotted nicely between Stiles' spread legs.
"You've any idea how much I've been looking forward to this all day?"
"To dry humping on the couch?" Derek asked with a raised eyebrow. But he had to admit, having Stiles this close felt good. It felt even better when Stiles hooked one heel around his thigh to bring their groins closer together.
Derek had been in a low-key state of arousal all day as well so he was already half-hard from just lying between Stiles' legs. He slipped his hands under Stiles' shirt, roaming his flanks, while he kissed him.
"What do you want to do?" Stiles asked, his wet lips ghosting over Derek's. Derek caught his bottom lip between his teeth, coaxing a delicious sound out of Stiles. For now he was content with just making out on the couch.
However, Stiles always asked what he wanted. He never put himself first.
"What do you want?" Derek turned the question around.
Now Stiles put his hands on both sides of Derek's head and brought some distance between them so that he could look him in the eye. Derek didn't know what he was looking for but he gave him a moment to study his face.
"I want you in me." He said, carefully watching Derek's expression. "I want it rough. And if you happen to sprout claws I wouldn't mind."
"You can't mean that." Derek froze above him, searching his face and heart-beat for the lie. Stiles had to be mocking him. But he couldn't detect a lie.
"I do." Stiles said simply. He reached up to cup his face again. "I trust you."
Derek closed his eyes. He was rock hard in his jeans and the little rocking motions Stiles never stopped with were sending delicious sparks of friction through his groin.
He could picture it in his head. Stiles on his knees under him, begging to get mounted. He could almost see his own clawed hand between Stiles' shoulder blades, holding him down, and his gums were prickling with barely hidden fangs at the thought of Stiles' neck alone.
"You don't know what you're asking for." Humans might fantasize about sex with a werewolf but they rarely enjoyed it. Quite the opposite, they were disgusted or scared by the animalistic side.
At least pretend that you're a man and not a dog, her voice echoed through his mind. The words washed over him like a bucket of ice water.
He scrambled backwards until he was cowering with his butt against the arm rest. He couldn't get farther away from Stiles without getting off the couch which he probably should. It would be safer.
"Derek?" Propped up on his elbows Stiles tried to figure out what was going on. Then he was on his knees, gently reaching out for him. "Hey, it's okay."
Slowly as if Derek was a spooked animal Stiles laid his hand on his cheek.
"What's wrong?" He asked and when Derek didn't bolt, he came closer.
"Nothing." Derek shook his head but Stiles' hand never lost contact with his face. "We can …"
"Is this about you being a werewolf?" Stiles asked, ducking his head to look him in the eye.
"I love you." Stiles said, his eyes locked with Derek's. "You're a werewolf and I love every part of you."
Suddenly Derek was choking on tears. Before it had been a thrown-away comment, Stiles probably hadn't noticed that he'd said it, but now he said it with intention. Like he wanted to make sure that Derek understood it.
This was probably the moment to say it back but Derek couldn't. His vision was blurry with unshed tears and there was a lump in his throat.
Then Stiles had him in his arms and all Derek could do was to bury his nose in the crook of his neck and just breathe in his scent.
They sat like that for a while but it wasn't a comfortable position and Derek's legs started to protest rather quickly. Stiles didn't seem to do any better and when he almost fell off the couch in his attempt to subtly shift into a more comfortable position, Derek caught him but lost his balance as well and they toppled over in a heap of limbs.
"But we're still on the couch." Stiles announced with pride in his voice, not in the slightest bothered by the fact that he was lying twisted under Derek.
It wouldn't take much to get them back to where they'd left off, Stiles just needed to stretch out and Derek could crawl over him and he was tempted to do just that and forget the last few minutes but Stiles was quicker.
"How about we move over to my bed?" He asked and then he hurried to add: "We don't have to do anything, we can just go to sleep."
"Okay." Derek agreed but he couldn't shake off he feeling that it was only a matter of time until Stiles had enough of his crap. Derek came with baggage, he had issues, he knew that. Why Stiles was willing to put up with his crap was beyond him but even Stiles' patience with him would run out eventually.
So Derek followed Stiles to his bedroom and he made a point of getting under the covers naked. He wasn't sure if he was in the mood for anything right now but in case Stiles was still up for it, he would go along with it.
Stiles watched him without a word but when he crawled in from the other side of the bed, he was equally naked. But he wasn't all over Derek the next second, instead he stretched out on his back and folded his hands behind his back.
"You worry too much." He said in the direction of the ceiling. It was dark but Derek could still make out his profile.
"I don't want to lose this." Derek said, his voice barely a whisper. "I don't want to lose you."
It was the most honest thing he'd ever said to Stiles and he wouldn't have gathered enough courage to say it in the light of day. But here, in the dark with Stiles next to him but not looking at him, he dared to bare his soul.
"You won't." Stiles assured him. He turned to his side to look at him but Derek doubted that his human eyes could make out more than the dark shape of him.
"You won't lose me if you back out of sex." His heart was steady, filling Derek's ears with its thumping as if it wanted to drive its point home. "I'm not with you because of the sex or the scenes. I'm with you because of you."
It was too much. Something in Derek broke. Next thing he knew he was in Stiles' arms again, clinging to him while broken sobs tore their way out of his chest.
They did have sex that night. Later, when Derek just felt drained and exhausted but was too wired to sleep, he asked Stiles to take him.
Stiles was just a dark shadow above him, it was too dark to make out his features, so Derek closed his eyes and focused on he feeling of Stiles in him. He moved slow and sweet, every thrust a slow drag over his prostate and Derek just relaxed under him.
Stiles took care of him and when he took his erection in hand, working it in the same lazy rhythm, Derek spilled his release with a sigh.
He fell asleep with the comforting feeling of Stiles still thrusting into him.
Chapter 36
Masterpost