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He didn’t know how he got here. The night before was foggy at best. Derek turned towards the edge of the bed, leaned his elbows on his hands lifted up to cradle his face. He didn’t do this. Trials and tribulations in his youth made him completely cut himself out of that option. Nearly losing your entire family because you involved yourself with a psychopath tends to make people wary of people and lending anyone your trust.
Derek drew in a breath, trying to center and calm himself as much as possible. After his second breath, there was a shift in the mattress and two warm arms wrapped around him, Derek shivered at the warmth he felt draped against his arms and back.
“Morning,” The man mumbled into the meat of his shoulder before he pressed a brief kiss to Derek’s skin. “You’re up far too early for round three. Liquids and protein first then sexy times. You said you needed somewhere to stay for forty-eight hours. I think I lured you in with my charm and warm, comfortable bed--that and I sealed the deal that my roommate was gone this weekend. Blissfully quiet cocoon of peace.”
Which, okay, that sounded nice. He could escape the premarital bliss that Erica and Boyd were exhibiting and finally have a moment to himself. Well, mostly himself? The man behind him was warm and inviting and Derek wanted nothing more than to lean back and enjoy whatever this man had to give. Except… He couldn’t. He was surprised he ended up here in the first place let alone to have a follow up morning like this.
Derek carefully unwrapped the arms around him and turned around to face the other man. Dear god… was that a mistake. The man was probably a few years younger than him with messy chestnut brown hair and golden whiskey eyes as the light slanted across his face from the gap in the curtains.
“Hi….” Derek found himself unsure of what to do next. Naturally, his first instinct was to run, cut ties and forget that this ever happened; well, forget the morning since his still sleep and alcohol addled brain couldn’t quite string together the night before. Maybe after coffee.
“Stiles, if you forgot,” the other man smiled before stretching his arms above his head which caused the sheet to slip lower, almost indecently so and Derek couldn’t help his eyes drift to the pale expanse of Stiles’ hip. “We probably shouldn’t have had those last two shots but no regrets Derek…right?”
Shaking his head, Derek begrudgingly tore his gaze away to meet Stiles’ eyes that seemed vaguely worried. “No regrets,” He smiled, shifting on the bed so he could face the other man fully and ran a hand through his hair, hell he probably looked a mess and this was not the impression he wanted to leave on this man. Well, he probably already left an impression on him… Fuck. He needed coffee. “Sorry, I’m… a bit groggy and I don’t normally drink so…”
Letting out a bark of laughter, Stiles leaned forward placing his hands on Derek’s arms, “I know, you told me that a few times last night before insisting on another round. You really enjoyed the kamikaze shots, though, I think the lemon drop shot was your favorite, secretly.”
He let out a quiet laugh, ducking his head. “Lemon drops used to be my favorite candy as a kid. My mom had to have a bowl full of them just for me; my sister used to tease me mercilessly. Said it was because my face looked so sour it was why I liked them so much.”
“Nah, I think she’s wrong—no offense,” Stiles rubbed his thumbs back and forth on his biceps almost distractingly. “I mean, I’ve only known you for twelve hours at most and aside from your resting bitchface, also no offense I like your resting bitchface it really brings out those cheekbones, buuut last night when you smiled it lit up your face. Like, you’re incredibly handsome when you smile and not to like scare you away... but I liked it best when I put that smile on your face. So!” Stiles cleared his throat and leaned forward to press a brief kiss on the other man’s lips. He quickly retreated and started gathering the sheet around his waist before shuffling off the bed to stand. “I’m going to start coffee and then the most delicious French toast you’ve ever had and we can re-introduce ourselves to each other. Bathrooms down the hall to the left, I might have an extra toothbrush under the sink due to my dad’s love of Costco and buying in bulk.”
Derek smirked, “Thank you.” He turned, glancing around the room and spotting his boxer briefs at the other end of the room so he could be not one hundred percent naked—he wasn’t sure that was wise in the other man’s presence—or maybe it would be. Derek wanted to know more about Stiles and perhaps map the constellation of moles that littered his skin with his tongue. “I’ll make myself decent then meet you in the kitchen.”
Stiles paused at the door and pointed a finger in his direction, “Not too decent, I hope. You promised me five orgasms so…”
“Right,” Derek could feel the tips of his ears burning. He was never that forward when it came to sex. At least not at the beginning. “You said round three so, I guess we have three more to go. Busy day ahead of us.”
“Damn straight, and I will hold you to your word. Verbal agreement and all,” He waggled his eyebrows and walked out of the bedroom. Derek couldn’t help but think that this would not be something that ended today. At least, not if he could help it.