Gambling Debts 28/?
Chapter 28
"If that's your idea of a blow-job, I'm kind of worried of your idea on how to top." Stiles said, lazily carding his fingers through Derek's hair.
"You're the one with fantasies." Derek pointed out and shifted to adjust his own erection. So far this had been about Stiles and it had been good but his cock was aching for some attention.
Seeing his problem, Stiles reached down and gave him a few strokes. Derek closed his eyes with a groan.
"I really hope you have some lube around here." Stiles' hand worked him in steady strokes. "Because I'm not going to move any time soon."
Derek had hoped for this outcome of their date so he came prepared. He had lube and condoms in the bedside table. Since he was a werewolf, the latter wasn't necessary, he couldn't carry or transmit any diseases, but most of the time humans felt better with using a condom anyway.
He it held up with a questioning eyebrow but Stiles quickly dismissed it.
"I want to feel your come running out of me later." He said, diseases apparently not even crossing his mind. Stiles never stopped to amaze him.
Derek kissed him just for that and then he popped the cap of the lube. He really needed to get his dick inside of Stiles as quickly as possible now.
He didn't want to hurry through the prep because for one, he had his finger in Stiles and seeing the wrinkled skin snug around his digit and feeling the tight heat was just amazing, and two he didn't want to hurt Stiles. He didn't know how long it had been for him and how much prep he usually needed, better safe than sorry, even when his own dick didn't really like the idea.
"Put another one in." Stiles demanded, clenching around the finger already in him. "Two and I'm good to go."
"I don't want to hurt you." Instead of adding another one, he crooked his finger in search for Stiles' prostate.
"Fuck." Stiles breathed out when he found it and only then Derek added a second finger. And went for the same spot right away.
"I'm ready." Stiles panted only seconds later. Derek wasn't so sure of that but Stiles insisted that he liked a little stretch and burn.
When Derek pushed in, he did it as slowly as he could stand it. Every instinct he had was telling him to just thrust in but he was holding back.
"C'mon." Stiles closed his legs around him, the heels of his feet digging into the small of Derek's back, drawing him closer. "Fuck me. I know you want to."
"I don't want to hurt you." Derek grit out, shaking with the effort to not just do what Stiles wanted. He didn't know what he was asking for.
"You won't." Stiles assured him, hands roaming his back. "I can take it."
"I'm a werewolf." Derek reminded him but he dared to pull back a little and thrust back in.
"I trust you." Stiles said and used his leverage to make Derek's next thrust much deeper and harder than intended. "C'mon, fuck me."
Even if he wanted to, Derek just couldn't hold back any longer. Stiles was just so open and willing under him and he was literally asking for it.
It took an embarrassingly low amount of sharp thrusts until he came buried balls-deep in Stiles, pumping his release deep into him.
Stiles had snugged a hand between them and was stroking himself and just when the last aftershocks rippled through Derek and he was about to catch his breath, Stiles clenched around him in his own orgasm, milking him even more. It was just this side of too much, sending shocks through his groin that were almost painful.
Boneless Derek collapsed but he had at least enough sense left to not drop on Stiles but a little to the side.
"That was amazing." Stiles said once he was able to talk again. Derek just nodded his head into his shoulder.
Only when they started to shiver, Derek got up and went to the bathroom for a washcloth and a towel to clean them up. When he was done, he just dropped everything on the floor, he would take care of that in the morning, and crawled under the covers with Stiles.
He fell asleep with his head on Stiles' shoulder and Stiles' hand in his hair.
The morning after the first night together more often then not was the real test. It was either sneaking out of the place before the other one even woke up or both of them awkwardly searching for their clothes before they parted ways, more often than not for good. In rare cases it was a stay for breakfast which could be even more awkward.
With Stiles none of that happened, mainly because Isaac rang them out of bed at the unholy hour of 7am.
"Isaac?" Stiles mumbled into the phone once he had found it after some blind searching. "What the fuck, you've any idea what time it is?"
Derek was pretty sure that Stiles didn't know what time it was just that it was way too early to be awake.
However, Isaac' next words woke them up rather quickly.
"We have a possible bomb." He said. "We're evacuating. You and Derek have to leave now."
A second later an alarm went off and Derek could faintly hear a message on the speakers a floor below.
They were both stark naked but they didn't waste time with getting dressed properly, they just jumped into the pants they had been wearing yesterday and Derek had the sense to grab their shirts on the way out. He only noticed that they didn't even have shoes on when they were half-way out of the building.
There were other people hurrying outside but at least this early there were no guests in the casino, just the ones staying at the hotel of the Red. Most of those were in similar states of being undressed and not that happy with the rude wakening they had gotten either. Even at this hour there were enough orderlies on shift to deal with those and Stiles and Derek could duck away before anybody recognized the owner of the Red and his assistant.
By now the police was there as well and they were taking over guiding the guest and employees away from the building.
"There's Isaac." Derek spotted the curly shock of hair in the crowd. Their head of security was talking with a man in uniform and a woman dressed for business. She seemed to be the one in charge of this operation.
"Isaac." Stiles gave him a nod. "What's going on?"
"Please step back, sir." The officer tried to shoo them off. "I'm sorry for the inconvenience, you'll be able to go back to your room shortly."
"I'm not a guest." Stiles corrected him, eyes more on the woman and Isaac. "My name's Stiles Stilinski, I'm the owner of this fine establishment. And I really want to know what the fuck is going on here."
If the situation hadn't been this severe, Derek would have laughed at this. The officer didn't seem convinced and the woman was eyeing Stiles, and to an extent Derek as well, taking in the jeans and band t-shirt Stiles was wearing, his bare feet and disheveled hair.
"Stiles is not exactly a morning person." Isaac came to their rescue. "Stiles, this is Detective Morgan." He introduced the woman. "Detective Morgan, these are Mr. Stilinski and his personal assistant Mr. Hale."
"Okay, what's going on here?" Stiles asked once again.
"We got an e-mail this morning, saying that there's a bomb in the building." Isaac summed up the situation.
"What do they want?"
"Nothing." Isaac shrugged, he didn't seemed to be concerned that much. "It's most likely just a prank."
"Let's hope." Stiles was rocking on the balls of his bare feet to get rid of some of the tension without moving too much. By now Derek knew him well enough to know his ticks and tells. "Is everybody out?"
"The building should be empty by now." Detective Morgan answered. "We're waiting for the dogs now. Mr. Lahey might be right and this is just some kind of joke but we have to make sure."
"Of course." Stiles agreed easily but Derek knew that he was already calculating in his head what this meant for business and how he could make it up to unhappy guests.
In the two minutes they had been standing here at least three people had approached them, demanding to know what was going on, but the officer did his job with a fake smile and repeating the same line over and over again.
There was nothing they could do but wait. The building had to be searched before they would be allowed back in and that would take a while.
Apparently the police took this very serious and there were already specialists working on the e-mail to find out who was behind it. Even if this turned out to be nothing but a prank, there would be legal consequences for the culprit.
"Where's Boyd?" Stiles asked, once the detective had excused herself.
"He wasn't in yet." Isaac answered. "I called him. Erica answered the phone so it might take a moment for him to get here."
"If you see him before me, send him my way." Stiles ordered and clapped his hands. "Okay, gentlemen, let's make the best out of this."
From somewhere Isaac produced some shoes and jackets for them so they looked a little more responsible and then Stiles dove headfirst into the crowd to assure his guests that everything was under control and that the police was working on it.
Meanwhile Derek and Isaac were on the phone, calling the hotels nearby. They needed rooms to offer to the ones who wanted to switch hotels and for the rest they needed at least a place to sit and maybe get a cup of coffee and something for breakfast.
At some point Boyd joined them and out of nowhere Derek had Erica in his arms, fiercely hugging him. He hugged her back and even managed to not drop his phone in the process.
"Are you okay?" She asked when she finally let go of him. "Where's Stiles?" She had a worried look around when she didn't see him.
"We're fine." Derek assured her. "It's probably just some idiot who thinks he's funny. We just have to wait until the police has searched the Red." He waved over the crowd. "Stiles is busy with damage control."
"And so are we." Isaac interrupted but not unkindly.
A minute later Derek was back on the phone and Isaac was updating Boyd who then went to help the other employees.
Arrangements made, Derek and Isaac started to tell people the good news that they had rooms and coffee and everything waiting for them and to point them in the right direction.
Most were grateful for an update and a place to wait this out but of course there were others as well. Apparently it was Derek's fault that nobody was allowed back in the Red and that it was his job to fix this. Now.
Derek just plastered a fake smile on his face and let them rant. Working support, in a fast food joint and as a bouncer, he had a lot of experience with just gritting his teeth under his smile and stay polite. In moments like this he really appreciated his current job where this was the exception and not a daily occurrence.
Of course the moment somebody mentioned the bomb threat people started to rant about terrorists and Islamists. Derek felt like a broken record, pointing out that they didn't know anything at the moment and that the police was working on it. He just tried to get those people out of his way as quickly as possible. Those were the ones who already threatened to sue the Red but that was the last thing Derek cared about at the moment.
"Derek." Suddenly Peter stood in front of him. Derek just stood there, not sure how to react. Peter was the last person he'd expected to see. His alpha took a deep breath, not so subtly sniffing the air.
"Hmm." He made with a knowing smile while Derek was painfully aware that he didn't have time to shower after his night with Stiles. He must be reeking of sex. "I see that you're holding your end of the bargain."
Chapter 29
Masterpost