Gambling Debts 38/?
Chapter 38
"You okay?" Stiles asked him when he finally returned to his side. As far as Stiles knew Derek had only been with Lydia and he knew that she meant no harm. That Ennis had snagged him on the way back, Stiles didn't know.
"Later." Derek answered and fell back into his role as Stiles' shadow.
Stiles studied him for a moment longer but here in the casino, in the middle of a party, was not the time and place to discuss this.
However, Stiles must sense that something was bothering him because he made sure that their hands brushed occasionally and he bumped into Derek more often than usual. And when they went to the bathroom and found it empty, Stiles used the chance to let his hands slip under Derek's jacket.
"Just a little while longer." He promised. "We can sneak out in an hour or so."
"Bailing from your own party?" Derek raised an eyebrow at him.
"It's not as if they'll miss me." He leaned in for a kiss.
That was true. They weren't short on drinks and with the party taking place in a casino, everybody had fun losing the chips Stiles had provided them with as a little welcome gift. Derek had noticed that they didn't stop playing once those chips were gone.
"Parties like this pay themselves." Had been Stiles' comment on that.
However, they didn't manage to sneak out an hour later. Or two hours later. It was past four in the morning when they finally got back to the penthouse. They were both tired on their feet so they just shrugged out of their suits, brushed their teeth and then fell into Derek's bed.
Derek couldn't recall how they had both ended up in his bed but he was too tired to figure that one out. He just beat his pillow into submission and once it was comfy enough he closed his eyes with a sigh and was asleep a moment later.
They slept in the next day and then had a lazy breakfast. With the party in mind Derek had made sure that their schedule wasn't too packed today and they had some time.
"I met Jennifer Blake and Kali last night." Derek said over breakfast.
"About time." Stiles said around a mouthful of pancake. "How much did they offer you?"
Why wasn't he surprised that Stiles wasn't surprised?
"A place in their pack." Derek took a sip of coffee.
"That's better than money." Stiles swallowed and used the napkin before he turned his attention on Derek. "Are you considering it?"
"They said that I can earn my place in their pack by spying on you."
"Are they serious?" Stiles shook his head with a chuckle. "That's the same strategy they had with We'll give you back your casino once the crisis is over." He dropped his voice to imitate Ennis. "Why do they think it'll work now?"
"Maybe they think I'm more stupid." Derek pushed the scrambled eggs around on his plate, he wasn't really hungry anymore. "Or more desperate."
"I got Peter with that trick." Stiles reminded him. "And he's far from stupid. You spotted the trap immediately."
"He was more desperate." He wasn't going to touch the idea that he was smarter than Peter.
"Are you tempted?" Stiles asked. "I mean, getting away from Peter …" He made a vague gesture.
"They'll just dangle it in front of me." Derek pushed his plate away. "They have no intention to accept me in their pack."
Like everybody else Jennifer and Kali were under the impression that he was working off his alpha's debt. The second Kali accepted him in his pack, he had no reason to obey Peter and to stay with Stiles any longer. He would be useless to them.
"Besides, I don't like them." Derek said. Ennis had rubbed him the wrong way from the beginning and Jennifer hadn't made a good impression the first time he'd met her either and Kali wasn't any better. She had used her alpha status to intimidate him and that was not a sign of a good alpha. Laura hadn't been like that and neither had his mother.
"Nobody likes them." Stiles muttered.
"And I'm far from desperate." He took Stiles' hand and intertwined their fingers. "They don't know that I am exactly where I want to be." He kept his gaze on Stiles' long fingers between his. "With you." It was the closest he'd come to the three big words so far and he hoped that Stiles got the meaning.
Suddenly he had Stiles sitting in his lap. Not really sitting, more a messy sideways sprawl with his feet dangling and his butt hanging over the other side of Derek's legs. Derek put his arm around his back to prevent him from falling over but Stiles had his arms already around his neck, more for balance than anything else, but since their faces were only inches apart Stiles used the chance for a kiss.
Derek parted his lips and let him in and after a moment he darted his tongue out to trace along Stiles' bottom lip. When he took it between his teeth and gave it a little tuck, Stiles groaned and his hands found their way to Derek's hair.
"We don't have time." Derek reminded him. They weren't in a hurry but they needed to get going soon. And if he let Stiles have his way, he would have to redo his hair before they left the suite. Not that he usually minded when Stiles played with his hair, quite the opposite, but not when he still had the whole day ahead.
"We didn't have angry sex last night." Stiles kissed him again but let go of his hair. "We need to get back to that tonight."
"Do you mean just rough or …?" His eyes shifted over to the door of the playroom, now innocently closed. Stiles followed his gaze.
"Do you need it?" He asked. An understandable question considering what they had been talking about earlier. Plus, he would see Peter tomorrow. The wolf part of him was looking forward to seeing his alpha but the rest of him was wary. He wouldn't put it past Peter to try something.
Stiles had been thinking along the same lines so Isaac would drive him and would wait right outside the door. To protect Derek but that would not be the impression Peter would get from that. To him Isaac would look like he was guarding a prisoner. At least that was Stiles' plan.
"I'm good." Derek assured him. "But I'm open for either."
Wednesday was their play day but they could squish in a scene here and there if they wanted to, right?
"Let's see when we get back and how tired we are then." Stiles decided and slipped off his lap. "Okay, what's the first thing today?"
There weren't that many meetings scheduled for today so they sat for hours in Stiles' office with boring paperwork.
By now Derek had a permanent work place there and he preferred that over the front desk Stiles had offered him. He might be kind of a secretary and there was an empty desk just waiting for him right outside Stiles' office but he liked working with Stiles. Even when both of them were engrossed in their own work and didn't talk for hours. Not that Stiles was ever really quiet but Derek had found out that he liked the low-key babbling in the background.
That was the reason he had also declined the offer of an office for himself. Like he'd said earlier, as long as he was with Stiles, he was right where he wanted to be.
However, working together like this came with way less making out than anybody would have expected. Stiles was actually able to focus on his work and if he hadn't Derek to bring him coffee and to remind him of his next appointment, he would just sit there and work, with a side of procrastination on the internet when something caught his eye, for hours. How he'd managed to run his casino before Derek had arrived was still a mystery yet to be solved.
Plus, being with Stiles behind closed doors for hours stirred up the rumors quite nicely.
Derek glanced up from his laptop over to Stiles who was sitting behind his desk, a pen between his parted lips and long fingers leaving through some papers.
He would be lying if he said that he hadn't thought about crawling under Stiles' desk for a blow-job. Or about getting spanked over that desk. But so far nothing more scandalous than a kiss had happened in here and it didn't look like that would change any time soon. Not that Derek was really considering it, without a secretary outside most people just knocked and waltzed in the next second. And getting caught like that was not a fantasy of Derek.
Besides, they had actual work to do.
Later that day Erica called.
"Danny has time for you tomorrow." She said without a real greeting.
"Who?"
"Danny Mahealani?" She pronounced every syllable as if he was stupid. "The hacker who left that little program in your system?"
"Right, I remember." With everything else going on he had totally forgotten about that. "When?"
Turned out it fit right in with his date with Peter. He and Isaac would meet up with Peter and then they would join Erica and Danny for a coffee. And it would give Derek a reason to not draw out his time with Peter, it would be easier if he could look at the time and didn't have to lie when he said that he had to go.
"You're not going to join us?" Derek asked when Stiles didn't include himself in the plan.
"We don't want to crowd him." Stiles dismissed the idea. "Besides, you and Erica are the experts. I know less about this stuff than Isaac and he can't keep up with you two."
Derek was pretty sure that Stiles could run circles around them if he put his mind to it and learned about this but there was too much else Stiles had on his mind and with Derek and Isaac, he didn't have to deal with this as well.
It wasn't too late when they made it back to the suite that night, just after two in the morning, and they were both too keyed up to go to sleep immediately.
They barely made it to the living room before Stiles was all over him. His hands slipped under Derek's jacket and he brought their lips together for a hungry kiss.
Derek hadn't been sure if they would do something tonight or if they would just drop dead into bed but the smell of arousal coming from Stiles had increased over the last hours, leaving Derek with a semi hard-on since midnight.
Their jackets landed on the floor and Stiles was already fighting with the buttons of Derek's shirt.
"I want you." Stiles breathed into his throat. He was leaving a trail of little nips and kisses and Derek bared his throat for him willingly. The way Stiles' breath hitched at that he knew what that meant for a werewolf.
"How do you want me?" Derek walked them backwards until Stiles' back hit the wall. He pinned him there with his hip and Stiles' right leg slipped between his. Through their pants he felt the hard line of Stiles' erection and when they rocked against each other, Derek moaned into the crook of Stiles' neck.
"I want …" Stiles clung to him with the most filthiest moan on his lips when Derek ground his hip against him. "I want to tie you to my bed and ride you until you scream."
"We should take this over to your bed, then." He didn't move to let Stiles off the wall, though. Instead Derek ran his cheek along Stiles' throat. Under him Stiles gasped for air and bared his throat for Derek to do whatever he wanted with the exposed skin.
The wolf part of him went wild with this showing of trust and devotion. He littered every inch of smooth skin with kisses and nips, leaving hickeys and stubble burn on his way.
And when his blunt human teeth turned into fangs he only noticed when Stiles' moans turned into something primeval.
Derek had just enough time to wonder if he'd gone too far before Stiles bucked into him again and the sharp scent of his come filled Derek's nose.
Chapter 39
Masterpost