Part 2

Luckily the line at the cloakroom wasn't long and Stiles managed to talk Derek into letting him go pee real quick. But aside from these brief stops, they soon found themselves out on the considerably quieter night with some chilly fresh air that did wonders to Stiles.

Just after a few minutes of awkward silent walking they found a Burger King and were sitting opposite each other while Stiles dipped some of his fries into the strawberry shake he had made Derek order for him, his chicken burger waiting to be devoured in its box.

"So... what have you been up to in the last few years? It's been so long since the last time I had seen you..." he started to finally break the slightly uncomfortable silence and stuffed his mouth full with the sweet and salty fries.

It was completely surreal to be sitting here in a fast-food place in San Francisco with Stiles of all people, late in the night with a stack of food in front of them. It wasn't that he was hungry but he remembered the human could always eat and something greasy would help with the drunken state. So here they were, Stiles dipping his fries into his shake, and chasing his straw with his tongue as if nothing changed, as if it hadn't been years.

As if Derek didn't want to pull him right over the table to kiss him and stop this self-imposed awkwardness they had created. Taking a bite from his burger, he chewed carefully, Derek taking a moment to swallow because not everybody was interested in seeing what food looked like inside his mouth.

"I've been traveling, seen most of the world. I needed not to be in Beacon Hills, you know. It's been good." It had been great to travel by himself, see countries, meet people, be the traveling stranger without a care in the world. "I've come back to the states a couple of days ago, couch surfing through the internet." Yeah, that was probably startling. Derek Hale contacting strangers through an app to get to sleep on their couch or spare bed in exchange for money. It beat hotels though. "What about you? What are you doing here?"

Stiles listened to Derek in silence, feeling more collected as the effects of the alcohol were fading on his brain and rattled soul. The speed of his eating didn't change through the years either. It was nearly as fast as his talking. So he practically inhaled the curly fries – his favorite and goddammit he loved Frisco for having them too! – and washed it down with some shake just in time when he had to react to Derek's story.

"I wouldn't have thought you'd do that. Not the traveling, I know you tended to disappear in the past too. But the couch surfing. Which brings me to the question: do you have a place to crash at tonight? Because that mysterious friend of yours you mentioned earlier had disappeared on you quite rudely if you ask me. Or maybe he got lucky. I mean... if you are crashing at his place and you don't want to possibly disturb him and listen to how lucky he might have gotten, I could always offer my couch. It's quite worn in and comfy, if you ask me," he offered, babbling fast and even blushing a bit since he wasn't sure if Derek would accept said offer after... everything...

"Otherwise I'm a detective here at the SFPD. I've been working here nearly for two years now, since I graduated from the police academy. Homicide department to be exact," he said. "So yeah, the years since we had last seen each other for me were mainly spent with studying, training and working as a detective," he shrugged. "Nothing near as exciting as seeing the world for yourself."

"It's cheap, the couch surfing, it gets me to places I wouldn't go otherwise." And it was an adventure on its own, unfortunately, it came with the chance of losing his place to sleep like tonight when the host had disappeared to probably have a night of sex and Derek wasn't all that interested in having to listen to it. So when Stiles offered his couch instead, he realized he didn't want his couch either, he wanted his bed!

He didn't say that yet, instead focused on Stiles explaining that he was living here, had a life all planned out and it made him smile. "You're doing exactly what you wanted to do. I think that's way more admirable than me not having a clue what I'm doing." Stiles was too intelligent to waste away his brain on travel, on having a life without a purpose. Derek took each day and never had a clue what his next was going to be like. He hadn't had a home in years, what he owned fit in one large duffel bag.

"I always knew you would get big, though I'm glad it's not with the FBI." A little too secretive for his taste, too dangerous for werewolves to be acquainted with an agent like that. Leaning on the table with his arms, he leaned close.

"Well thanks! It is something I enjoy doing, yes. Even if some cases can get uglier than a trail of a feral alpha or kanima. Man, humans are often so, so much worse," he shook his head. "But yeah, after my internship at the FBI I had realized there were too many rules, too many protocols to follow. So I needed something a bit looser. I mean, I cannot ignore the rules here either but it's more fitting for my taste."

"What if I don't want your couch but I want your bed?"

Stiles was about to bite into his burger but it stopped mid-air and some salad and tomato ungracefully plopped back into its open box because WOW he didn't see that coming from Derek AT ALL! Did he mean...?

Play it cool! Plaaaaay it cool!

The extensive blushing was unstoppable, but Stiles managed to nod and clear his throat. He was totally reading into things, right? RIGHT?

"Sure, man, you can take the bed and I take the couch..." He rather chose to play dumb because after the fiasco at the club Stiles so didn't know what to think or do when his brain wanted to fry from the possible implication in Derek's look... because yeeeaaah, taking this the wrong way would be catastrophic and very anticlimactic.

It wasn't romantic, it was them after a night of clubbing in Burger King and Stiles just dropped some of his burger to stare at Derek as if he had grown two heads, playing dumb. He knew what the wolf meant, it was obvious by the way his heart was hammering in his chest and the way he was flushing brightly.

"No, I want you in your bed too," he remarked almost casually, taking a bite from his rapidly cooling burger. The years had changed him enough to stop playing hard to get when he wanted something. And Stiles wanted him, he had said so unless the second reaction had been more the truth. Would he turn down sex with Derek though? Not likely.

"Us, in your bed together." Some clarification was needed because even though the human had sobered up, he wasn't following it all in his haste to downplay everything. With a heated look, he licked off some ketchup from his finger.

It had to be one of his realistic dreams again, because this wouldn't be happening in real life, right? Or at least that's what Stiles’ successfully short-circuited mind managed to come up with before going completely blank as he watched that one fine piece of a man licking off his finger in such an evil, evil way. Of course, it had its effect on the detective's body immediately. As well as that scorching look.

"To sleep in bed together?" Stiles finally managed to squeak out, his burger still in the same position in the air between his fingers. The only difference was that more filling dropped back into the box, but he so didn't care.

Oh my god. Stiles was about as dense as he could be, clearly not understanding that the werewolf was interested in him. Who wouldn't be? Stiles wasn't a conventional handsome man, because there was a feminine roundness to his face, big brown eyes, unruly hair and unruly limbs. But the energy he exuded was something Derek wanted to have all to himself.

Reaching out, Derek made Stiles release the burger before it would fall apart completely, placing it back into its box. Stiles' fingers were covered in sauce and crumbs so wrapping his fingers around the wrist once again, he pulled the hand close so he could flick his tongue out, cleaning a dollop of creamy sauce before his tongue curled around two digits, sucking them into his mouth all the way, his eyes never wavering. His cheeks hollowed with the suction as if he was sucking on something else completely while the fingers got wet from his spit.

"We can sleep in the morning."

If this was indeed a dream, it was one of the hottest for sure. And one Stiles never wanted to end. He was already more than half-hard and the situation was getting worse from the way Derek was sucking so damn suggestively on his fingers that there was no more mistaking about what he wanted from Stiles.

Derek Hale wanted to have sex with him. All night long. In his apartment. In his bed...

And that's about how long Stiles could sit there frozen to the spot. Slamming the box closed with his free hand, he got up and nearly pushed over the table in his hastiness to get the hell out of there with the box of the uneaten burger in his hand – because yeah, later it'll be a life-saver, he could tell. He also didn't try to free his wrist from Derek's hold.

"What the hell are we still doing here then?" he finally gave Derek one of his trade mark lopsided grins, the moles on his flushed skin seemingly glowing. The obvious bulge and discomfort in his jeans pointedly ignored.

Derek left his half-eaten burger on the table, but he did grab his cup of coffee with his free hand as Stiles practically dragged him along unless he'd release the wrist he had a hold of. Which he didn't. He was too busy staring at the distinct bulge with a flirty grin of his own as they left the nearly abandoned restaurant. He had no idea where Stiles lived, if it was in walking distance or if they had to grab an Uber or public transportation. His own car was in Beacon Hills, he hadn't used it all this time because he’s been too busy traveling to worry about where to keep it.

Pulling the human close to him, he bit an earlobe playfully. "Take me to your bed, Stiles," the Hale whispered, entwining their fingers so the hold was more of equal footing. He'd get his stuff from the guy he had been staying with tomorrow, it could wait. All he really needed was right here with him. Besides lube but he figured Stiles was an expert at having a healthy stock of it.

"Holy shit, Derek..." Stiles outright stumbled from that earlobe-bite and sentence because his knees suddenly turned jelly. They didn't help on his erection either. Which the wolf could clearly see and smell, he had no doubt about it.

"When did you become so straightforward? Not that I'm complaining... I guess all the traveling and meeting new people had a good effect on you. Hold onto that, I love it..." he babbled probably not too coherently, but he didn't care as he flagged down a cab and practically dragged Derek with him onto the backseat, blurting out the address and adding a "hurry" to it.

"I've never been straight, Stiles," Derek deadpanned as he was pulled into the backseat of a cab which was actually very inviting. His green eyes glanced to the driver to gauge what kind of a person they were dealing with but considering he was doing the route near the gay bar late at night, the wolf assumed the man was used to a whole lot by now.

Leaning his head back against the seat, he pulled their entwined hands into his own lap so he could push the human's hand against his own bulge. He looked out the window with half-lidded eyes as if they weren't doing something they weren't supposed to do in public.

"Uhhhh.... obviously..." Stiles' eyes widened for a moment from such boldness, hand resting on the match of his own bulge. Though this was warmer and bigger and oh so inviting that it made his fingers itch to touch it more. Then he reminded himself while biting on his bottom lip that he was allowed to, even if he wasn't supposed to do it while sitting behind a stranger in public. But his fingers didn't get that memo from his brain when they chose to experimentally flex around the denim, making him bite harder down on his lip as he did it again. And again.

God, Derek is big… Oh god, I’m massaging him through his jeans… OH GOD, we are going to have sex the second we get home!

The present Stiles was high-fiving his teen self, big time! Because for years this was just a fantasy. Now it was happening. And he couldn't wait to get the fuck home! But until that five minute ride – which felt now like an eternity – he couldn't look away from what his hand was doing so it was good that he was the one sitting behind the driver because Stiles wouldn't be able to do what Derek was doing and pretend nothing was happening.

Stiles had the worst poker face in the history of poker faces, because his eyes were huge with wonder and he was biting on his bottom lip as he stared intently at where his hand was. All nervous energy, a healthy blush coloring his cheeks. Derek would have snorted at that, but he was a little busy himself to not moan out loud.

The long fingers were mapping him out, gripping him right through his jeans, every flex of the digits growing bolder and stronger. And he felt like he was going to burst through the seams of his pants with how hard his cock had gotten. He wanted this ride to be over with and yet, he didn't want the hand to move away from where it was exploring. Spreading his legs a little more, he sagged to give Stiles more access.

The scent of arousal coming from the human was overwhelmingly thick at the promise his hand was mapping out.

It felt a little bit like fainting or dying to Stiles when Derek opened his legs wider and the exploring fingers could slide lower to massage more of him. Damn, there were some nice balls hiding under there too and it only made the younger man's breathing hitch.

His own cock throbbed with need and was straining painfully against his jeans. He had to glimpse away though to see how far they were. Thank fuck they were lucky because traffic was quite light this late and Stiles' hazy eyes managed to focus long enough to the outside world to see that they were only one street away.

That realization made him squeeze Derek a bit harder and he flashed his longing eyes at the wolf, trying very hard to control his breathing and calm down a bit. At least enough to pull his hand back and start digging out his wallet from his jeans' pocket.

A way bigger bill was pressed into the cab driver's hand right after he finally stopped, not having time to announce the obvious fact that they had arrived. And then Stiles was stumbling out of the car, somehow managing not to face-plant onto the sidewalk, his red sneakers faintly squeaking after hurrying through a smaller puddle. He was already digging for his keys, suddenly not remembering the code at the door. But then muscle-memory kicked in and he managed to type it in correctly for the first try. Feeling Derek's hungry look burn holes into his back didn't help, though. Waiting for the elevator was torture too, his hand curling into a nervous fist around his keys as he was staring at the grey doors, breathing shallow, his whole body feeling so damn hot.

The second the doors slid open, he was stepping in and punching the button to the top floor and practically pulled Derek over him, Stiles' back hitting the elevator's cool wall, teeth clinking together in his hungry eagerness to taste Derek Hale's lips again. It was totally lost on him that in his hurry, he had left the poor boxed hamburger on the backseat of the cab.

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