Gambling Debts 36/?
Chapter 36
When Derek woke up the next morning he wasn't sure what had been just a weird dream and what had really happened. But he still felt the dried tears on his face and his eyes were crusty. So that probably hadn't been just a dream. And when he moved, he felt Stiles' come leaking out of him but he didn't really remember that part. There was his own come now dry and flaky on his skin but he didn't remember much after that.
Derek closed his eyes with a groan. He had fallen asleep before Stiles had finished. The first time he had let Stiles fuck him and he had fallen asleep on him. He was a horrible boyfriend. Not that that was anything new.
Stiles was still sleeping, sprawled out on his side of the bed with one arm and one leg hanging over the edge and his other hand trapped somewhere under Derek.
The blanket was pooled around his waist, leaving the trail of light hair leading down just visible enough to make Derek want to put his mouth on it and follow it under the blanket. He wanted to make it up to Stiles for leaving him hanging last night and a blow-job seemed a pretty good idea, maybe with some use of his stubble, Stiles had really liked that, but Derek hesitated.
Stiles was still fast asleep and they hadn't discussed this beforehand. Derek didn't know how Stiles felt about wake-up blow-jobs and he didn't want to molest him in his sleep.
"Stiles?" Derek asked in a low voice and placed a chaste kiss on his cheek. "Stiles, wake up."
It was a bit early for them to be up but they had turned in earlier than usual last night and maybe this way they got some time for themselves before they had to face the world.
"Hmm?" Stiles made without opening his eyes. He was still more asleep than awake but that was good enough for now.
"I want to blow you." Derek whispered in his ear and Stiles' eyes snapped open.
"Wha...?" His sleep-raspy voice croaked over the word.
"Can I?"
Stiles' eyes were still unfocused and dilated but he gave Derek a nod and was already scrambling to get the blanket out of the way.
Derek was still experimenting with what Stiles liked. He had been really into his beard the other day but yesterday Derek had only used hands and mouth and he'd found a few things that really did it for Stiles as well.
So when he went down on him now, he made sure to give the soft skin of his hip and inner thighs some attention with his scruff before he turned his attention to Stiles' growing erection. He wasn't fully hard yet so Derek took him in his mouth and sucked and licked him until he was fully erect and Derek felt the pulsing heat on his tongue when he went down on Stiles as far as he could.
When he had his cock wet and sloppy from base to tip, Derek let go with an obscene plop and ran his cheek down the shaft.
Stiles went wild. Derek had to hold down his hip to keep him steady while he worked him over with his beard.
He did the same with his balls, sucking them into his mouth first, getting them all wet and sensitive, before he scraped over them.
Stiles was writhing and keening under him, making the most beautiful noises, and Derek just went with it. So when he turned his attention back to Stiles' cock, working it over with his mouth and beard, he reached up with the hand not holding down Stiles' hip and put his clawed hand on his sternum. And when he raked his beard down the shaft, he did the same with his hand over Stiles' chest and stomach.
Stiles screamed.
He came in long spurts, hitting Derek's face and his own chest, and only with a delay Derek recognized his own name in Stiles' scream.
Then he lay boneless under Derek, chest heaving but not moving otherwise. A smug grin on his face Derek came up to him and placed a kiss on Stiles' open mouth.
"That's one hell of a wake-up call." Stiles brought out the words between grasps for air. "What did I do to deserve that?"
"Nothing." Derek stretched out next to him, one hand on his chest. There were red marks trailing down but he hadn't broken the skin so he hoped it was okay. Stiles wasn't complaining but maybe he hadn't realized yet that it hadn't been Derek's blunt human nails leaving red lines on his pale skin.
"What did you do?" Stiles cracked open an eye. He was joking, Derek knew that, but he couldn't shake off the guilty feeling. Derek ducked his head to avoid his eye but of course that got Stiles' attention. "Derek?"
"I fell asleep on you." Why did he even need to remind him of that? "I'm sorry, it won't happen again."
"Oh, boy." Stiles sighed but shook his head fondly. "I wanted you to relax and just let go. That you fell asleep is a success in my book."
"But you weren't done."
"I did come." Stiles turned his head to kiss his forehead. "I know it wasn't a scene but taking you there, helping you to calm your mind so you can sleep, you know that's a thing for me."
Derek wasn't convinced but he lay back down with his head on Stiles' shoulder. They still had time before they had to get up.
"Speaking of scenes." Stiles said a moment later, breaking the silence. Silence was something he never dealt with well. Derek hid his smile and waited for what was on Stiles' mind now.
"When you mentioned that you want to do the full survey, I went ahead and printed it out." His fingers had found their way to Derek's hair almost on their own and he was absently carding through it while he spoke. "We could go over it over breakfast?" He sounded almost hesitant as if he wasn't sure if Derek was ready for that.
They had sex outside the playroom without dom or sub undertones and Stiles considered them boyfriends, a term Derek was still getting used to but he liked it. Derek was ready for more in the playroom as well. There was a lot he wanted to try and he trusted Stiles to go there with him. This was nothing like it had been with her.
"I'd love to."
With his fingertips, now blunt and harmless, he followed the still prominent lines on Stiles' front.
"Stop worrying." Stiles caught his hand and intertwined their fingers. "I told you that I like it a bit rough. I'm not scared of you. You won't hurt me, I know that. I trust you."
Derek didn't know how often he would need to hear it until he would start to believe it but the words felt good.
They still took their time getting out of bed, Stiles didn't let him go anywhere until he'd coaxed an orgasm out of Derek as well, and then they went for separate showers. When Derek came back out of his bedroom, freshly showered and fighting with the buttons of his shirt, he found the table set with their breakfast like usual but Stiles wasn't there yet.
Derek poured them two cups of coffee and then set down to wait for Stiles. He was a little nervous but it wasn't as bad as the first time they had discussed this. Stiles joined him a minute later, two stacks of papers in his hand. He handed one to Derek.
Derek took another sip from his coffee before he dared to have a look.
There were the non-sexual ones he knew from last time but he would have to think about a few of them, he might have changed his mind here and there.
And then there were the sexual ones.
The next few minutes Derek was just reading through them while he absently ate his breakfast. Some things he crossed out immediately, who the hell liked to get their dick electrified?, but others he had never thought about before and some he had no clue what they even meant.
But Stiles was ready and willing to answer all his questions.
"I can show you a video, if you like." Was Stiles' answer to the more obscurer items on the list but after he'd seen a video of a guy who got his balls squished between to plates of Plexiglas, Derek declined the offer.
But there were a few things that caught his eye and he was eager to try them out.
After they were done, they compared their lists but they weren't too contrary, neither of them had put one of the other's favorites on the don't pile.
"I can work with this." Stiles stacked the papers to a neat pile. "Since Wednesday is going to be our first time with the sexy stuff, is there something you really want to do?"
Derek hadn't expected the option to pick, that was Stiles' part, so he had to think about it for a second. There was one thing popping in his mind, though.
"Just tell me." Stiles reached for his hand and gave it an encouraging squeeze. "It's your free pass, whatever you want."
"I'd like to …" His face felt hot. How could Stiles talk about this stuff so openly? "Can we try … sounding?" The last word came out so low, he wasn't sure if Stiles could even hear it.
"Have you done that before?" Stiles asked and Derek breathed easier. At least he didn't have to repeat himself.
"No." He shook his head. "But I'd like to try?"
"Thank you for telling me." Stiles leaned forward and kissed his cheek. "I'm proud of you."
Those words never failed to turn Derek into a squishy marshmallow on the inside.
Suddenly Wednesday seemed way too far away.
However, they still had a casino to manage and with the upcoming party tomorrow, they had lots of stuff to do.
At first Derek hadn't really noticed but he and Stiles went to meetings separately more often lately, it saved time and apparently Stiles trusted him to make decisions on his own. Usually they met in the afternoon in Stiles' office to compare their schedules and to brief each other and Stiles signed whatever needed signing.
For some reason Derek was the one everybody, from the hotel over the casino to the shows and even the restaurants and shops, called when there was an unhappy guest to deal with who wouldn't accept any decision from anybody less than the owner. Those guests had enough money to make them feel entitled to everything and since they were willing to spend their money in the casino it was Derek's job to make them happy again.
How he'd become the one for that job he had no idea, most of the time he had to restrain himself from biting some idiot's head off.
Derek was just glad when he could disappear in the staff only areas, there were no whiny guests there.
Isaac informed him about the new security protocols and the schedule to train the staff for those. At least Isaac had it under control and just needed Stiles' okay to set everything in motion.
"No sign from Harris by the way." Isaac said when Derek was already on his way to the door, he would meet the PR guy in five to discuss the last details for the party tomorrow.
"Can't say I miss him."
"Yeah, but it's unusual." Isaac shook his head. "He's worked here since before Stiles took over and he hasn't been sick a day. And for the last two days he hasn't even called, he just didn't show."
"You were looking for a reason to fire him." Derek reminded him. "Now he's handing you one on a silver platter."
Isaac hmmed to that.
"You think he has something to do with the bomb threat?" As far as Derek knew the police still didn't know who had been behind it. Stiles should be with Detective Morgan this very moment for a final statement, a meeting Derek had opted out of, but what he'd heard so far the police was leaning towards a prank.
"I don't know." Isaac said. "It's just weird, you know?"
Chapter 37
Masterpost