Gambling Debts 15/?
Chapter 15
For a moment Derek was considering not telling Stiles that he had told Isaac. But he decided against it almost immediately.
So Tuesday evening when they sat together over dinner, Derek casually said: "Isaac heard about the playroom."
"What did he say?" Stiles asked around a half-chewed bit of steak. It was the middle of the week and they were having steak. Derek still had trouble wrapping his head around the idea that they just picked up the phone and ordered whatever the hell they wanted from the hotel itself or from one of the many restaurants in the casino. And since Stiles was the owner, everybody delivered and usually they put in a little extra just because.
To his surprise Stiles tipped generously and he knew most of the people delivering the food by name. Derek had worked in the food business and in his experience the richer the guest, the smaller the tip. But not Stiles.
"He was worried." Derek said after he had swallowed his bite. "I told him about our deal."
Stiles paused, his fork stilling in mid-air.
"I hope that was okay." Derek added and put his knife down. "He was thinking the worst."
Something like guilt flashed over Stiles' face.
"He won't tell anybody." Derek assured him.
"I know." The fork found its way to his mouth and he was chewing again. "I probably should have told him myself."
"Did …" Derek started the question but wasn't sure if he should ask. "Did something happen to him?"
"More like someone." Stiles let out a sigh. "But that's in the past. If he wants you to know he will tell you."
Derek understood that. He wasn't keen on sharing his past either and he wouldn't want people gossiping about it behind his back.
They finished their meal and then got ready to hit the floor. This was Stiles' favorite part of the day, he loved mingling with the crowd, but for Derek it was his least favorite part of the job. Only partly because of the crowd and the noise, he had gotten used to that, to a degree, but it was also a way for Stiles to show him off. He didn't know how many of the guests had heard the rumors but it felt like everybody was looking at him.
Stiles made sure that they stayed close and that their hands brushed occasionally but that only made it slightly better.
"Stiles." A woman with long brown hair and a fake smile made her way over towards them and greeted Stiles with an enthusiastic handshake and a half-hug. Derek almost expected air-kisses left and right but she didn't go that far. He didn't know her but for certain she was one of the sharks in this city. When she was close enough Derek noticed the scent of werewolf on her but he was sure that she was human. But there were two werewolves following her.
"Jennifer." Stiles greeted her in the same fake way. "What brings you to my little place?"
"Just a friendly visit." Her eyes fell on Derek. "And who's this lovely young man?"
"This is my personal assistant Derek Hale." Stiles introduced him. "Derek, this is Jennifer Blake."
Derek had never met her but he knew her by name. Kali's girlfriend and owner of the Alpha Pack, together they basically ruled Vegas. At least from a werewolf point of view.
"Hale?" She asked as if she didn't already know. "Of course, I heard that Peter has been in some kind of … financial predicament." Her eyes now raked hungrily up and down his body. "I'd say you made a good deal here, Stiles."
"I'm quite satisfied." He gave her a lascivious smile.
They chatted on for a little while before she said her goodbye and left. The two werewolves who had hung back but had kept a wary eye on the people around, especially Derek, followed her back out.
"Well, that rumor thing works." Stiles said once the wolves were out of earshot.
"Question is." Derek followed Stiles over to the poker tables. "Is it working the way you want it to?"
"She has never before bothered to come here in person." Stiles grinned and looked very proud of himself. "Usually Ennis is her errand boy if she wants something and I'm pretty sure her pack members working here are taking some liberties when it comes to the non-disclosure agreement they have signed."
Stiles needed werewolves working the floor and Kali's pack was the only one around who delivered that kind of service so there was nothing Stiles could do about that.
They made it back to the suite in the wee hours of the morning and Derek was dead on his feet. It was not as bad as it had been when he had been working three jobs but he was still looking forward to sleeping in the next morning.
Tomorrow was Wednesday and there was the promised cuddle date with Stiles but Derek wasn't sure what Stiles had in mind for the day.
Stiles hadn't even mentioned that they would do anything other than hang out like they had the weeks before so Derek wasn't even sure if he remembered his promise. Maybe he had forgotten about it.
If so, Derek wouldn't mention it either. It wasn't that big of a deal anyway. Over the last week Stiles had made sure to touch him on every occasion and by now Derek felt more than content.
If it's not a big deal, why are you thinking about it so much, then?, the voice in the back of his mind asked but Derek ignored it. Instead he tied off his shoes and shuffled over to the bathroom to brush his teeth.
He was in the middle of mechanically moving the toothbrush around in his mouth when Stiles suddenly wandered into his bathroom, his own foamy toothbrush in his mouth.
"Don't get dressed tomorrow." He said with foam running down his chin. "We're going to stay in our pajamas all day." With that he turned around and walked back out. There was a faint "Good night" and then Derek just stood there, wondering if that had just really happened. He decided that he was too tired for this and rinsed his mouth.
He was asleep a minute later and when he woke up late in the morning the next day he didn't bother with getting dressed.
When he noticed the baggy t-shirt and sweats Derek had slept in, Stiles greeted him with a wide grin. He was dressed in a similar way but his pants were actually pajama pants. Iron Man pajama pants to be exact.
Wednesday was the one day they had off and Derek liked the lazy breakfasts. It was past one in the afternoon when the room service took away the dishes and Derek and Stiles moved over to the living room area.
Stiles jumped on the couch and then stayed where he had landed, sprawled out over the whole thing.
Derek could only shake his head.
"What do you want to do?" Stiles squinted up at him. "I'd say cartoons but it might be a bit late for that. But we could watch a movie or I can show you a few more games, trust me you haven't even seen the tip of that iceberg." He paused, thinking. "Or we could just sit together while we do our own thing, that's cool too."
Instead of an answer Derek nudged at his legs until Stiles lifted them enough for him to slip under. Then he sat there with Stiles' feet in his lap.
"You haven't thought this through." Stiles protested. "If we don't want to just sit here and talk for the next few hours and don't tempt me, I'm fully capable of doing just that, at least one of us has to get up eventually to set up whatever we decide to do with the day. And I'm telling you now, that someone is not going to be ... meee?" The last word turned into a questioning noise when Derek took Stiles' right foot in his hands and ran his thumb over his sole from the heel to the base of his toes.
"What are you doing?" Stiles asked but Derek just shifted to get a better angle and then he started to massage the foot for real. Stiles let his head drop back with a content groan. "You know what? I don't care what you're doing, just don't stop."
By the time Derek moved on to the left foot Stiles was a boneless puddle on the couch. Which didn't stop him from commenting on the massage, though.
"We won't have a Tarantino discussion about foot massages later, right?" He mumbled but let out another groan when Derek's thumb found a tender spot.
After the massage Derek let his arms rest on Stiles' legs while he waited for the other man to come around.
"I'm not going to get up ever again." Stiles opened his eyes after a minute but didn't move otherwise.
Warmth filled Derek's stomach and he was more than okay with just staying like this for a little while longer.
"You do know that this was supposed to be about you feeling good." Stiles finally said.
"I am feeling good." And he did. Even the tension from the last few days was gone. Today he didn't care what was going on out there, what people were thinking of him. Today he just wanted to sit here with Stiles and feel good.
Eventually they put in a movie and didn't really move off the couch. Like always Stiles couldn't keep his thoughts to himself and Derek found himself adding his two cents now and then as well.
The rest of the day went by in a lazy manner and for dinner they had pizza and beer which they also had on the couch with some cop show running on TV. They had basically lived on that couch in their pajamas the whole day and Derek didn't feel one bit guilty about it.
After dinner Stiles got out a game of Trivial Pursuit which kept them up till almost midnight.
When it was time for bed they went to their separate rooms to get ready for the night but then they met again in the playroom.
"Let's find out if I can top that foot rub." Stiles wiggled his fingers but Derek just rolled his eyes at him.
"I'm good, you don't have to." He said but his back was itching at the thought of Stiles' skillful fingers all over him. The anticipation was even worse this time since he knew that Stiles could actually back up his big words.
Thankfully Stiles had nothing of that. "Just get your clothes off and lay down already."
Stiles went to work the same way as last week with covering Derek's butt and legs with a blanket before he sat down on his hip. Then he warmed the scentless oil in his hands and started to knead the tension out of his muscles.
Derek was asleep before Stiles was done with his backside.
He woke up to a dim room with Stiles spooning him from behind. He needed a moment to sort out where he was, the playroom after their cuddle date, and what had woken him up. The latter was his bladder but he refused to do something about it for a moment longer in the faint hope that he could just go back to sleep. Which of course didn't happen.
The moon was bright enough to make out the furniture in the room and Derek didn't need any light to slip out of the bed and out of the room. He relieved himself in his bathroom and then he wondered if he should go back to Stiles or sleep in his bed for the rest of the night.
He had one look at his made and cold bed before he went back to the playroom.
With Stiles still sleeping Derek let himself get distracted for a moment. The moonlight bathed the room in an eery light with the dark furniture standing in stark contrast to the light walls.
The bench caught his eye and he let his fingers longingly brush over the cool leather. Want washed over him and for a moment he was choking on emotions.
In the back of his mind her heard her voice but Stiles was not her. Stiles could make this good.
"You know." Stiles suddenly spoke up from where he was still lying in the bed. "That doesn't have to be sexual either."
Chapter 16
Masterpost