Gambling Debts 27/?
A/N I'm back.
There will be weekly updates again from now on but I still have to figure out a schedule.
Chapter 27
I love you.
Three little words thrown at him so absently, so naturally. Stiles had said them without even realizing. Without waiting for a response and for sure without a hidden agenda behind them.
Derek sat there, stunned, when he realized that Stiles meant those words. They were fact to him. The sky is blue, the grass is green, I love you.
He got out of the car, made sure to lock it and then slowly followed Stiles inside.
It was almost as bad as hitting the floor. Electronic noises filled the air, lights flashed in the otherwise poorly lit room and the smell of too many people and greasy food clogged Derek's nose the second he took a breath.
"Derek!" Stiles waved him over to where he was changing his money into coins. He got a whole bucket.
"These are no slot machines." Derek reminded him with a raised eyebrow.
Falling back into easy banter he put Stiles' words to the back of his mind. This was their first date, they were here to have fun. Which reminded him.
"Shouldn't I be the one who pays?" He pointed at the bucket brimming with coins. He had no idea how much it was but Stiles wasn't supposed to pay for anything today.
"You can pay for the food." Stiles replied easily. And then he was dragging Derek to the first game.
He had known that he would end up playing and he was prepared to suck and let Stiles make fun of him. What he wasn't prepared for was to actually have fun with the games they played.
Of course Stiles had played most of them before, he was showing Derek his favorites, and he was better than Derek but he had to say, he wasn't that bad either. Probably due to the fact that Stiles had roped him into playing video games on a regular basis lately.
Derek was wrong with one thing, though. These games ate up coins almost as fast as slot machines and it didn't take long for the bottom of the bucket to show.
Or it was due to the fact that they had been in here for over three hours, Derek realized when he checked the time.
"Food or refill?" He had to raise his voice to be heard over the beeping of the game Stiles was currently playing. He shook the almost empty bucket to show what he meant.
"Food." Stiles yelled back but his attention was on the game.
Derek watched him play. Or rather he was watching those long fingers operating the controls. Warmth pooled in his groin just thinking of other things those fingers could operate. And knowing where this evening was most likely heading didn't really help.
So it was almost a relief when game over flashed on the screen and they headed over to the food area in the back. It was quieter here, not by much but enough to have a conversation without yelling.
Derek bought them double cheeseburgers with extra onion and curly fries on the side, just how he knew Stiles liked it, along with large cokes. He wasn't sure if giving Stiles caffeine was a good idea, he was hyperactive as he was, but he feared that if he opted for beer, the other option Stiles gave him for his order, Stiles would deem himself too intoxicated for doing more than fooling around later.
"Here." Derek handed Stiles a coke and then he watched with a mix of anticipation and dread how Stiles fed a straw through the plastic lid. Those lips wrapped around a straw would be even worse than watching Stiles' hands, Derek knew it but couldn't look away either.
It was fascinating, Derek had to admit, but not in the way he had expected. Sexy was the last thing coming to mind, his primary thought was more along the lines of "Who the fuck taught this boy to use a straw? And how did he fuck up so badly?"
With a shake of his head Derek turned his attention to his own food and silence fell over the table.
This was the part of the date Derek had kind of feared. When they just sat and ate and when he was supposed to talk to Stiles. Preferably about personal stuff. That was the point of a date, right? To get to know each other. And it didn't make it easier that it had been Derek's idea in the first place. Stiles had been fine with just rolling in the sheets.
So Derek sat there, fiddling with his burger and sweating for something intelligent to say.
"Derek, relax." Stiles reached over and put his hand on Derek's forearm. "It's just me."
Right, this was a first date but not a first date first date. They lived together, they worked together. They had spent countless times just watching TV or playing games. They had kinky sessions. Stiles had seen him naked and he had seen him come. But most of all, they talked. They talked every day and it was easy. So why couldn't he think of something to say now?
Derek let out a breath and gave Stiles a shaky smile.
"I've no idea what I'm doing here." He admitted. With Stiles he felt like he could admit something like this.
"Hey, it's not like I'm the expert at dating either." Stiles gave his arm a squeeze and then returned to his cheeseburger. "I think the last person I asked on a date was Lydia and she shot me down rather quickly." He said it with a fond smile as if it was a good memory.
"But you said you grew out of that crush years ago." And given how young Stiles was, that must have been in his teens. Was he telling him that he hadn't dated since then? Derek couldn't believe that.
"Don't get me wrong." Now it was Stiles' turn to fiddle with his food. "I hooked up a lot and some people I brought home more often than once. But I never really dated anybody."
"Why not?" Derek asked. This was personal but not exactly what he had expected. They were supposed to share stupid things like their favorite movie not something this intimate.
"It's not because of a lack of options." Stiles shifted in his seat, clearly uncomfortable with this topic but he kept talking. "Most people want to be with me because I'm the owner of the Red, I'm their ticket to high society. Or they want me as some kind of sugar daddy who spanks them on occasion and otherwise spoils them rotten." He shook his head. "Nobody ever wants to just date good old Stiles." He tried to play it down with a smile but Derek caught a whiff of sadness coming from him.
"I do."
"I know, big guy." Stiles shook off the bad mood and now his smile was genuine. "I just have no idea why."
"I could say the same thing."
Somehow Stiles managed to navigate them back to familiar terrain and soon Derek was listening to an in-depth rant about the differences between the Marvel comics and the movies.
Then, when there was a lull in their conversation, Derek asked if Stiles was ready to go home and he said yes.
The second they stepped into the suite, Derek backed up Stiles against the nearest wall and slot their mouths together. He had his hands in his hair and Stiles slipped a leg between his and for a moment they just tried to eat each other's faces off.
They aimed for the mouth with wet and hungry kisses, but they took everything they could get their lips on.
When Derek noticed that Stiles was actually licking his beard, he couldn't help it, he laughed. Shaking with laughter he rested his forehead in the crook of Stiles' neck.
"You're not a cat." Derek manage to say. "You don't need to tongue bath me."
"I didn't …"
"You did."
"I've fantasies about your beard, okay?" Stiles burst out.
"Is that so?" And because it was right there, he scraped said beard over the soft skin of Stiles' throat.
Stiles let out a delicious groan so he did it again.
"Bed. Now." Stiles panted into his ear and Derek didn't have to be told twice. He picked him up and carried him over to his room.
When Stiles had mentioned the question of my place or yours earlier, Derek had actually thought about it. He had planned the date, he was in charge tonight so it should be his bed they used.
When he had Stiles naked and eager on his bed, Derek did take a moment to admire the view. Stiles had seen him naked before but this was the first time Derek saw him like this.
"See something you like?" Stiles teased him but let Derek take in the sight of him without a shred of shame. Lean body, smooth skin dotted with moles Derek couldn't wait to explore with his tongue and his erect cock resting against his belly with a bead of precome already shining in the slit.
"I want to blow you." Derek breathed out and leaned in for another kiss.
"What else do you want to do?" Stiles asked between kisses. He drew him close until they lay slotted together with Derek on top.
There was something he was dying to do tonight but he doubted that Stiles would be up for it. Which was okay, as long as it was with Stiles, it would be awesome.
"Derek, whatever it is, you can ask." Of course Stiles had caught on to it. "I'll say no if I'm not into it."
"I'd …" Derek licked his lips. "I'd like to top but it's okay, you don't have to, I know you don't …"
Stiles put his hand over his mouth to stop him from talking.
"That's it?" He asked with a chuckle. "And I thought you'd come up with some kinky shit."
Derek felt the heat creeping into his cheeks and he felt his dick losing interest. Way to ruin the night.
"When I dom, I prefer to top." Stiles said, not letting go of his chin and with that forcing Derek to look at him. His face was open and Derek only sensed honesty coming from him. "But when it's this." He gestured around with his free hand. "I'm versatile." He paused to let the words sink in. Then he removed his hand and placed a kiss on Derek's parted lips.
"So yes, I'd love to have your dick in me tonight." He said and kissed him again. "But there was something about a blow-job first?"
Relief washed over Derek, he hadn't ruined this and Stiles was actually on board with the idea. He kissed Stiles again and then he started to move south.
Derek took his time, littering the skin with kisses on his way, and since he knew about Stiles' little fantasy now, he made sure to let him feel his scruff as well. Stiles let out a filthy groan when Derek scraped over his nipple and Derek gave both nubs the attention they deserved before he went farther down.
At first he ignored Stiles' erection completely, much to his disappointment, and focused on the soft skin of his hip and inner thighs first.
"I'm going to have beard-burn in the weirdest places tomorrow." Stiles moaned and bucked helplessly into thin air.
"You want me to stop?" Derek asked, worried that he was going to far with this. This was more on the kinky side after all and they were supposed to have vanilla sex here.
"Don't you dare."
As an answer he introduced Stiles' balls to his beard.
Stiles went wild.
"I think I could make you come with just this." Derek said in awe, face still firmly pressed against Stiles' most vulnerable parts. Judging by the death grip Stiles had on his hair, it was exactly where he wanted him to be.
"Do it." Stiles keened and closed his legs around him to keep him even more firmly in place.
Not backing down from that challenge Derek nudged his balls again with his cheek before he placed his chin at the base of Stiles cock. Slowly, experimenting with the pressure, he moved up the shaft until he reached the tip leaking with precome. He dipped his tongue in the slit before he carefully worked it with his beard.
The sounds Stiles made were almost enough to make him come.
Stiles, however, did come on the down stroke, when the hairs bristled against his skin.
When Stiles went limp under him, Derek crawled back up for more kisses but Stiles changed direction and started to lick his own come out of his scruff instead.
Chapter 28
Masterpost