Derek could not believe he was at a stupid, hotel party. Derek could not believe he was at a stupid, hotel party because Stiles asked him to come.
"Pleeeeeaase Derek?" Stiles had begged
"No, Stiles. Now, drop it."
Scott was looking between the two of them, enjoying the scene.
"But it's my birthday party!" Stiles continued
"Exactly. Your birthday party. No reason for a 24 year old to be at a 17 year old's party."
"Well the reason would be that I want my boyfriend to celebrate with me!" Stiles was whining now, getting ready to beg on his knees if he had to. Derek rolled his eyes, annoyed with how long the conversation had been going on for.
"Just say yes, man. You know he's going to win anyways." Scott offered. Derek sighed and agreed reluctantly, Stiles fist-pumped victoriously before kissing him on the cheek.
"You're the best!" Stiles cooed, wrapping his arm around the alpha. Scott laughed and muttered something about being whipped under his breath, Derek hardly had time to growl before they were out the door.
Maybe he was whipped. Derek stood up, put the cheap-tasting beer down and looked over the surprisingly large crowd, Derek hadn't thought Stiles had so many friends. As he made his way through the partiers, girls tried to dance with him or grab his hand 'You're all underage and desperate as hell.' Derek thought to himself, half-disgusted. Derek found Scott and Stiles taking shots at a table with the lacrosse team.
"You said you would take care of him." Derek said with a low growl as he gripped Scott by the collar of his shirt.
"C'mon Derek." Scott shrugged him off "It's his birthday, let him have fun." That was when Stiles noticed Derek standing with them.
"Derek! Where have you beeeeeen?" Stiles was still laughing at something his teammate had said. Derek rolled his eyes and took Stiles by his arm, pulling him through the people and into the bathroom. Stiles smirked and scootched himself up onto the counter. "Wanted to be alone with me, huh?"
"How much have you had to drink, Stiles?"
"Chill, Dad." Stiles couldn't even focus his eyes on Derek properly. Derek pinched the bridge of his nose and counted to ten, exhaling heavily. Stiles ignored it and pulled Derek closer to him "I love when you wear your leather jacket." Stiles leaned in to kiss him but Derek stepped away- resulting in Stiles face-planting on the tiled floor. He stood up, swaying slightly "UM...OW."
"I'm not kissing you, you're drunk AND underage, that has jailbait written all over it." This time, Stiles rolled his eyes at Derek
"Whatever, sourwolf."
Derek almost laughed...almost. In their moment of silence, they noticed that it was quiet outside of the bathroom too. Derek raised an eyebrow and opened the door. Sure enough, the music had stopped blaring and the teenagers were gone (except for the scattered few, passed out in odd positions)
"Where did they go?!" Derek asked, turning to face Stiles.
Stiles shrugged, "To the games room maybe?"
Derek groaned. A bunch of drunk teenagers were now roaming the hotel, perfect. Stiles yawned and took Derek's hand, who softened slightly at his boyfriend's touch.
"Want to go lay down?" Derek asked, Stiles nodded and led him to one of the closets. "You want to nap in the closet..." Derek said incredulously, Stiles didn't say anything but got on his knees and crawled into the small space. Derek shook his head but crawled in too, shutting the closet door behind him. Stiles rested his head on Derek's chest and he was out like a light, soothed by the steady beat of Derek's heart; Derek drifted into sleep after settling with his hand on Stiles waist.