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Blood Moon was packed as Stiles made his way from the bar with a round of drinks towards the back table Scott had commandeered for them. He set the beers down as he slid into the booth, leaning against the back cushion before he took his first sip.
Scott raised his glass to Stiles, then they clinked them together in a salute.
“To full time work,” Scott said with a smile.
“To full time work,” Stiles said, the words sounding like music to his ears. After doing freelance graphic artist work for years, he’d finally landed himself a full time gig, with benefits. They were celebrating at Derek, Stiles’ boyfriend’s, bar.
Scott’s wolfsbane laced beer was made special by Derek, who had patented the formula for beers so that werewolves could get drunk like normal human beings. The bar was packed nightly by not only traveling werewolves, but by other supernatural creatures as well. Beacon Hills was a transient supernatural community, and Blood Moon had become a sort of sanctuary for them.
Getting a table was difficult, but since Stiles was dating the owner, he could pull a few strings.
They finished their beers, talking about how Stiles was starting first thing on Monday. For the first time in years he’d have a commute. The company was based out of Sacramento, a few hours away, and Stiles would be spending the better part of the week in the city, working longer hours so that he only had to work three or four days before heading back to Beacon Hills. It would be tough, but he wanted to give it a shot.
It was Scott’s turn to buy a round, so Stiles pulled out his phone as Scott disappeared into the crowed. He tugged idly at the black twine necklace he kept around his neck, fiddling with the knot as he waited for Scott to return.
“This seat taken?” A man asked as he stepped into Stiles’ view, leaning over the table. Stiles looked up at him, his eyebrows lifting incredulously. He bit his lip, biting back a retort about watching his friend leave the table not moments before. Instead, Stiles smiled.
“Why? Thinking about taking it?” Stiles asked.
“Just might,” the man said, licking his lips. Stiles was used to come ons, flirting, especially when he wore short sleeves, considering he had two full tattooed sleeves himself with toned sinewy muscle. Werewolves tended to have a type, and that type seemed to be Stiles.
“It’s actually taken,” Stiles said with a shrug.
“I could show you a good time.” His voice was sultry and deep as he leaned over the table, hovering over Stiles. Stiles knew that anyone in the bar could snap him in two with a blink of an eye, but he also knew that at least four of them would break anyone’s neck for touching him.
So Stiles was a bit ballsy.
“I doubt it,” Stiles said with a curl of his lip. “But thanks for asking.”
“You--”
“--Look like I should probably leave you alone,” Stiles said, interrupting him as he twirled his empty glass around. “I think you’re right there, buddy. You chose the wrong guy to hit on.”
“Why’s that?” He asked, not giving up as he leaned closer still, sniffing the air around Stiles, gathering his scent. Stiles rolled his eyes as he played at the necklace some more.
“Because my boyfriend will beat you up,” Stiles said innocently, cocking his head to the side. “He doesn’t like when I ask people to leave me alone and they don’t listen.”
“Oh yeah?” The man, who by the looks of it was bigger than Derek, flashed his eyes. They were yellow; a beta. Stiles smirked. “I could probably taken him.” Stiles shrugged, sighing as he feigned boredom.
“I don’t know, man,” Stiles said as he looked up at him. “If you do, you won’t be allowed in Blood Moon anymore.”
“How come, he a rat?”
Stiles covered his mouth to keep from laughing outright.
“No, he isn’t a rat, he’s the owner.”
That had him backing off finally, his back straightening so that he was no longer hovering over the booth like he was about to pounce. Stiles watched as he turned back towards the bar where Cora was bartending. There, of course, was Derek with his arms crossed.
Stiles waved at him.
“I’ll just--”
“Yeah, you run along,” Stiles said as he dropped his hand back to the table. He saw Scott, who was still waiting for their beers. By how he was leaning over the counter, Stiles assumed that Scott was watching Cora pour them. The man disappeared into the crowd, leaving Stiles alone once more.
Scott returned with a pitcher for each of them, along with fresh glasses.
“Ambitious much?” Stiles asked with a laugh as he poured himself a glass.
“Cora suggested it, since it’s only going to get busier-- are you okay?” Scott asked.
“What do you mean?” Stiles asked in return.
“About what just happened...”
“Oh,” Stiles said with a laugh. “That was nothing,” he said as he licked at his fingers after saving some of the foam that slid down his glass from pouring it sloppily. “I had it under control.”
“Derek looked like he was going to attack.”
“Derek knows the signal if I need help,” Stiles said, making sure not to look towards the bar. He knew Derek could hear them, was probably watching them. “I didn’t need help.”
“Alright,” Scott said as he took a sip of his beer.
They stayed at the booth for a few hours, getting sufficiently tipsier as time went on. The good thing was, Stiles didn’t need a designated driver. Scott on the other hand, would have to call Allison when it was time for him to go home. It was a Friday night, so Blood Moon was open until two or later.
Cora usually closed with Boyd once things died down, but Derek didn’t usually stay past midnight. Considering how busy it was, though, Derek didn’t make it over to their table until after one.
“You two ready?” Derek asked, jingling his keys at them. Stiles pouted at his glass, which was still half full.
“I’m not done,” Stiles said, lifting it so Derek could see, with both hands.
“Finish it or leave it,” Derek said.
“Sit,” Stiles said, scooting further into the booth. Derek rolled his eyes, but sat without comment as both Scott and Stiles finished the last of their drinks. Stiles felt his entire body thrumming with alcohol, the swaying sensation that came from it that elicited happiness. He leaned against Derek, humming as he felt Derek’s hand on his thigh, squeezing it affectionately.
“Did you two have a good time?” Derek asked.
“Yes,” Stiles said, closing his eyes. “The celebration was a success, thanks to you and your beer.”
“I’m glad,” Derek said, squeezing Stiles’ leg once more before moving to stand. “Come on you two, let’s get you home.”
“Me?” Scott asked.
“Yeah, I’ll drive you,” Derek said, helping Stiles out of the booth. Stiles was like a limp noodle, moving wherever Derek dragged him. “No need in waking Allison up.”
“You’re the best!” Scott said enthusiastically as he got out of the booth. Stiles fist pumped the air as he leaned on Derek, a dopey grin across his face.
“The best,” Stiles mumbled. It had been a long time since he’d drank so much. Derek bade Cora and Boyd a good night as they walked out of the bar, heading towards the back where Derek parked his Camaro. Stiles laughed as he watched Scott climb into the back seat, his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. Scott too, couldn’t keep from laughing as he face planted into the backseat. Derek watched, silently judging them.
Once inside the car, Stiles slumped down in his seat, fumbling with the radio station. He found an acceptable station that played 90s grunge, Derek’s favorite. As they drove out of the Warehouse district, Stiles sighed. Car rides when drunk always made him sleepy. He turned his head towards Derek, his eyes narrowing before he reached out, poking Derek in the cheek.
“Stiles,” Derek said, arching an eyebrow at him. Stiles lifted his in return, poking him again.
“Derek,” Stiles said, lowering his voice, amusing himself. Scott laughed in the back; he was still laying down and not sitting up.
“I don’t sound like that,” Derek said, his eyes on the road in front of him as he drove towards Scott’s house.
“No, definitely no,” Stiles said, patting his stomach as if it was a drum. “Yours is higher.”
“Uh huh,” Derek said, making a turn onto Scott’s street. “Time to get out of the car.”
“What, no!” Scott said as he sat up.
“Yep,” Derek said as he got out of the car, putting his seat down instead of making Stiles get out like a knight in shining armour. He even walked Scott to his door and helped him with his keys as he swayed.
Stiles watched as Derek walked back to the car, his hands in his back pockets as he made his way down the steps and onto the driveway. Derek got in and put his seatbelt on before backing out of the driveway. As soon as he put the car into drive, Stiles slid his hand over onto Derek’s thigh. Derek looked down at it, the corner of his mouth lifting.
“You’re the best,” Stiles slurred, his head tilted towards Derek as he looked at Derek’s leg. “Your beer is the best.”
“Stiles, you’re mumbling,” Derek said, shifting gears. The one downside to a manual was that they couldn’t hold hands. Stiles pouted, mostly to himself. “What was it you said?”
“You’re the best,” Stiles said as he sat up, playing with the twine around his neck once more, tugging at it as he looked at Derek unashamedly.
Derek smiled, turning to look Stiles in the eye. “So are you.”
They were at a stop light as Derek leaned over, kissing Stiles on the lips. Stiles moaned as Derek’s tongue slipped into his mouth. They got lost in the kiss, in their lips moving and teeth catching until someone behind them honked their horn because the light had changed without Derek noticing.
Stiles leaned back against his seat as he bit his lip, content as they headed out of Beacon Hills, into the preserve. Stiles moved with the winding roads, his mind wandering while his hand remained resting on Derek’s leg, unmoving.
Once they pulled into the driveway, Stiles got out of the car on his own, making a beeline to the back door. There was a newly made back porch, which was screened in, that he had open first. He swung the door open easily, bypassing the seat hammock they put in. If he looked at it, he would want to sit in it.
“Stiles, do you want me to get the--”
“No!” Stiles said, taking out his keys. “I got it,” he said as Derek walked up behind him, making sure to shut the screen door behind him. Stiles breathed as he picked out the correct key, putting it into the lock. With a click it unlocked; Stiles grinned. The door swung open, allowing Stiles to step inside, his hands in the air as if he defeated a foe.
Behind him, Derek shut the door as Stiles began stripping. Clothes were too much now that they were home. Stiles made his way into the bedroom, leaving behind his t-shirt, shoes, socks, and pants in a trail as he went.
He jumped onto the bed, starfishing out, limbs splayed every which way with his face planted against the mattress. He smiled to himself when he heard the door shutting and Derek’s footsteps as he walked across the wooden floor, his boots heavy. Stiles rolled over so he could watch Derek undress, taking his time. Stiles tugged at his necklace as he sat up, his teeth catching his bottom lip. Derek rid himself of his shirt, then sat on the edge of the bed to take his shoes off. Stiles knelt by him, pressing open mouthed kisses across his bare shoulder as Derek undid his laces.
“You know,” Derek said as one of his boots fell to the ground. “That werewolf could have hurt you.” Stiles closed his eyes as he wrapped his arms around Derek, holding him close as he breathed against his ear.
“You would have saved me.”
Derek shook his head as he let the other boot fall to the ground, sighing. Stiles teased at Derek’s pierced nipple as he nibbled on Derek’s ear, tugging on both, making Derek grunt. With Stiles’ other hand, he groped Derek’s crotch, grinning as he kissed Derek’s neck once more.
“I would have signaled if I was in trouble.”
“You shouldn’t have been in that situation,” Derek said, clearly frustrated, not at Stiles, but how this was a somewhat normal occurrence, especially when Stiles came into the bar. Stiles frowned as he cupped Derek’s face in his hands, forcing him to look him in the eye.
“I’m yours, Derek,” Stiles said as he straddled Derek, pressing him back against the mattress. Derek went without a fight, letting Stiles guide him where he wished. “And you’re mine.” Though he was still buzzed, Stiles wasn’t as drunk as he had been. He leaned over, kissing Derek on the mouth as he ran his hands over Derek’s torso, dragging his nails across his stomach. Derek too, had his hands on Stiles’ bare thighs, rubbing up and down them as he kissed back. Stiles moaned into Derek’s mouth as he cupped Derek’s crotch once more. Derek let out a groan as he sucked on Stiles’ bottom lip.
“Tell me what you want,” Stiles said, rubbing his palm against Derek’s jeans. Derek looked at the twine tied around Stiles’ neck, his finger hooking around it until he brought up the key that was hanging from it. Stiles smiled down at him.
“I want you to make me come,” Derek said as his body shook. Stiles climbed off of him so that he could scoot all the way onto the bed, taking his jeans off as he did so, revealing the cock cage he’d been wearing all day. Stiles cupped Derek’s caged cock in his hand, his thumb brushing over Derek’s sensitive balls, making him moan. Stiles breathed across it, licking at his head.
“Fuck,” Derek said as he breathed heavily. “Stiles, please.”
“You did so good,” Stiles said as he raked his fingers down Derek’s thighs, the key to the chastity device hanging down, hovering over the cage. “It was such a long day.”
“I-- I liked it,” Derek said. Stiles nodded his head, knowing that it got Derek off, or it would, once he was let free. Knowing that Stiles alone held the key was what Derek liked. Slowly, Stiles took the key in his hand and slid it into the lock. As soon as Derek’s cock was free, Stiles licked up it’s length, taking it into his mouth. He could feel Derek getting hard as he sucked, taking it in his hand, jacking him as he continued to blow him. Stiles watched Derek’s face as he did so, looking up at him, watching his eyes flash as he grabbed onto the sheets, fisting them as Stiles pressed two fingers behind Derek’s balls.
“Fuck,” Derek shouted as Stiles took him into his mouth entirely, practically gagging on Derek’s cock. Stiles coughed as he pulled away, wiping his mouth as Derek sat up, pulling Stiles on top of him.
“You want to scent mark me?” Stiles asked as he carded his fingers through Derek’s hair, yanking on it. “After tonight, I’m sure you want to. Want to come all over me?” He asked, his mouth hovering over Derek’s, teasing him as his tongue licked just out of reach. Derek growled at him before their mouths crashed together. Derek’s hands were on Stiles’ ass, which was still covered by his briefs.
Stiles heard them rip before he felt the cool breeze of the A/C against his bare ass as Derek rid him of his briefs. Before casting them to the ground, Derek breathed in Stiles’ scent, his eyes closing as he palmed at Stiles’ ass. Stiles rolled his hips against Derek’s thigh, seeking friction as Derek got himself off over Stiles’ scent.
With pupils blown, Derek rolled Stiles over onto his back, his hand wrapping around his own cock as he jacked off over Stiles’ chest. Stiles bit his lip as he watched Derek’s blissed out face, his mouth hanging open as he came over Stiles’ chest and stomach. Stiles smeared it across his torso before Derek leaned forward, licking it up, sucking at Stiles’ nipples and nipping his skin with fanged teeth. Stiles wrapped his hand around his own cock at the base, not wanting to come yet as Derek cleaned him off as he scented him.
Derek kissed him as he spread Stiles’ legs with his hands, the taste of his come on his tongue. Stiles sucked at it, groaning when Derek pulled away. Stiles went limp as Derek maneuvered him as he wished, using his strength to put Stiles’ legs over his head, exposing his ass as Stiles’ feet touched the mattress behind his head. Derek licked at him, burying his face between Stiles’ legs, making his toes curl. He was aggressive with it, giving Stiles beard burn between his cheeks; the way he liked it. He liked feeling it the next day, knowing that Derek marked him in some way. Stiles whimpered as Derek bit at the meat of his ass before delving inwards with his tongue, lapping at him relentlessly as Stiles stroked himself off.
“Derek,” Stiles said as he tried to breathe. “Derek, I’m going to come,” Stiles warned. Derek put Stiles down, allowing him to lay flat on his back once more in order to put his mouth around Stiles’ cock, sucking at him as he came. When he was done, Stiles pulled Derek on top of him, kissing him once more as they both came down from their highs. Stiles laughed as Derek nuzzled against him, his hands roaming Stiles’ body.
“You were keyed up.”
“I just--” Derek said before he kissed Stiles again. “Can’t get enough of you.”
“You amaze me,” Stiles said. as he felt Derek’s cock pressing against him. “You and your refractory period.” Derek hummed, contentedly.
“I need to shower.”
“In the morning,” Derek suggested. “I want you in the morning.” Stiles conceded with a sigh as he looked at their pillows, which were just out of reach from where they were laying on the king sized bed.
“Sleep, then?” Stiles suggested, trying to sit up, because he at least wanted to brush his teeth before bed.
“Yeah,” Derek said, belated. He let Stiles up, but kept an eye on him as he walked towards the door, leading out into the hallway. Stiles brushed his teeth, then rinsed with mouthwash before Derek appeared in the doorway of the bathroom to do the same. Before heading back into the bedroom, Stiles smacked Derek on the ass playfully. Quick on his toes, Derek did the same to Stiles before he was able to get out of the way in time.
Stiles laughed out loud as he went through the house, picking up his discarded clothing to put into the hamper, dumping it before he climbed into bed, readying his pillow. When Derek came back into the room, he turned out the light, his eyes glowing in the darkness.
As the bed dipped down and Derek climbed in after him, getting close to Stiles, Stiles put his hand on Derek’s chest. Derek covered Stiles’ hand with his own.
“I took the weekend off,” Derek said.
“You didn’t need to do that,” Stiles whispered.
“I want to go with you tomorrow,” Derek said. “I want to see the apartment.”
“Can you afford to?” Stiles asked, knowing it wasn’t about the money, it was about the beer, the fermentation. With the expansions Derek’s microbrewery was going through, Derek had barely been taking any time off at all.
“Of course,” Derek said, squeezing Stiles’ hand. Stiles leaned over in the dark, knowing that Derek would meet him. Their lips pressed together as Derek wrapped his arms around Stiles, keeping him close. Stiles fell asleep feeling safe and loved.
-
Stiles rushed around the house as he packed his suitcase last minute.
“You’ll be back this weekend,” Derek said from the back porch where he’d been waiting on the swing with a book in his lap. “If you forget something--”
“I know-- I just-- I should have packed before now.”
“I told you--”
“I know you told me!” Stiles shouted from the living room. He was stressed.
“Don’t forget your social security card, you’ll need that,” Derek said as Stiles appeared in the door.
“Fuck,” Stiles said as he walked back into the house, setting his suitcase down. “Where did we put them?” He asked.
“The freezer,” Derek called out, getting up from his comfortable spot.
“Weirdest place--”
“It’s in case of a fire,” Derek said as he appeared in the kitchen by Stiles’ side. Derek kissed Stiles’ neck, then pushed him out of the way so he could get out the cards from a plastic bag, handing it to Stiles.
Stiles put the card in his wallet, then took a deep breath.
“You’re going to do great,” Derek said, hooking his hand behind Stiles’ neck to pull him close. Stiles let him, resting his head against Derek’s shoulder. “Now let’s go have lunch with your dad before heading out.”
-
They met in town by the sheriff's department before heading over to a local pizza place, where they all shared an extra large.
“So you’ll be back Thursday?” Stiles’ dad asked Stiles while he was mid-bite. Stiles covered his mouth as he nodded his head.
“He’ll be in late Thursday,” Derek answered for him. “Around midnight, when I get off work.”
“Plan it that way?” John asked them. Stiles took a drink before answering.
“Yeah, that way we can-- we can sleep together Thursday night,” Stiles said as he cleared his throat before taking another bite of his pizza, his cheeks reddening. No matter how old he got, he would always feel some level of embarrassment talking about his relationship with his father despite the fact that he and Derek had been living together for months.
“That’s good, so you’ll have a few days together.”
“At least the early part of the days,” Stiles said as he wiped his hands on his napkin. “Derek works long hours.”
“I’m working on hiring more help, actually,” Derek said, finishing off his pizza. Stiles lifted his eyebrows.
“Really? You didn’t tell me.”
“It’s in the early stages,” Derek said. “I have another werewolf symposium I’m going to in a few weeks. I’m on a panel with some other werewolf owned businesses, and there’ll job fair there that I’m thinking about getting a booth at.”
“That sounds like a great idea,” John said, clapping Derek on the back. Stiles picked up another piece of pizza instead of saying anything.
In the end, the sheriff paid for the lunch before hugging Stiles goodbye.
“I’d ask you to call me when you got in, but I know you won’t.”
“I’ll try,” Stiles said as he hugged his dad tight.
“I’ll make sure he texts,” Derek said as John gave him a hug, too.
“Do that. I’ll pick you up at the airport on Sunday, then?”
“Yeah,” Derek said. “The flight gets in around seven, I think.” So they didn’t have to take two cars, Derek was going to take a small flight into the small regional airport a few towns over. It only had two gates, and one of the few places it flew in from was Sacramento.
“Drive safe, you two!”
Once in the Jeep and on the way, Derek brought up the symposium.
“I told you about the conference.”
“I know,” Stiles said, looking out ahead. “But you didn’t tell me about expanding, or the job fair.”
“You’ve had a lot on your mind,” Derek said. “What with getting the job, working overtime to finish your freelance jobs and wrapping those up--”
“I’m not mad,” Stiles said, giving Derek a look. “I just-- I wish I could go with you.”
“I know,” Derek said, relaxing in the passenger seat as they got onto the highway towards Sacramento. “Cora is going with me, she’s going to run the booth at the job fair since I’m doing the panel and have to schmooze.”
“I would pay to see you schmooze with other alphas and business owners,” Stiles laughed. Derek scowled at him. “It would be awesome.”
“Ha ha,” Derek deadpanned as he put his sunglasses on as they headed west, towards the sun.
“This is going to be difficult,” Stiles said after a lull in the conversation. “I know it is. Long distance is hard, and with how busy we both are--”
“We’ll be okay,” Derek said, squeezing Stiles’ hand which was on the gear shift. Stiles knew they would be, but Derek voicing it let Stiles know that he was just as concerned about them being apart as Stiles was, even though he didn’t want to admit it.