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Sure Stiles wanted Derek to be happy. And Stiles wasn't opposed to the extra income to the young couple's pockets but he wasn't sure about the whole thing. He liked it in theory. Back up. Derek had been asked to go with a band on tour, because their drummer's wife was expecting and he didn't want to leave her when she was so ready to drop. So Derek accepted the gig, and had been practicing, despite his pain, nonstop. His grimaces made Stiles's stomach lurch and he wanted to ask Derek to stop, to give up the opportunity because it was hurting him. But, of course, he couldn't do that, couldn't ask that. Stiles could not and would never ask Derek to give up an opportunity to get back together with his first love, drumming. So Stiles tried his best to be supportive and helpful. As the tour dates grew nearer, Stiles finally realized the other problems that he had been pressing out of his mind. 1. Derek, drumming in a boy band, was bound to catch the wandering eyes of women and men. He was damn sexy, and Stiles knew he had quite a mass to contend with for Derek's heart as it was without him going on tour for the world to see him flaunt his stuff. 2. Derek would be going around the world. They were a pretty famous band so they were going far and wide for this tour. Going all around the world takes a lot of time, especially while on tour with such a famous group what with the impromptu signings and tourist sightings and such. And that meant a long time away from Stiles. And trust me, distance does not make the heart grow fonder.
"Don't go run off with some muscular Spaniard. Kay?" Stiles looked up from his book at the wall across from them. They were on the couch, Stiles was reading, his book resting atop Derek's head that was lying on his chest.
"I prefer my men pale and skinny." Derek mumbled without opening his eyes or looking up. Stiles thought the wall he was staring at could use some decoration, it looked entirely boring.
"And don't forget me." Stiles added. Derek breathed heavily and turned his head so his chin was now resting, somewhat painfully on Stiles's chest and his eyes were locked with his boyfriends. He looked like he was about to say something but instead simply rolled his eyes at Stiles and put his head back down. "I'm serious! You'll be away for a long time and-"
"So go with me." Derek interrupted.
"Wai-what?" Stiles faltered.
"Go. With. Me." Derek said again, not sitting up.
"I can't. I've got school." Stiles said desperately. Derek snorted. "You'll be away for a long time and I've still got three weeks of my first semester to get through. And everyone says that long distance relationships never work. And I'm afraid you're going to go on this tour and find someone better than be. But I mean, I'm perfect so it'd be pretty hard but at the same time, it'd be pretty easy because I can be annoying and you could decide you like girls while you're away and What if you want to cuddle and I'm not there? Will you cuddle someone else? I'd prefer you didn't. And make sure you take care of yourself but call me every night and maybe other times too and text me because I'll really miss you but call me and, oh god what am I gunna do? I've gotten so used to at least twice a night and now you're leaving. I think my carpel tunnel's going to come back if you're gone too long. I need help you know. I'm so clumsy! I might hurt myself and then who will carry me to the hospital? What if I die in a ditch? You'll never know." Stiles stopped his word dump when Derek lifted his head again to look at him.
"Shut up." He said softly. Stiles wined, he was really worried. "I'll be fine." Derek said not at all reassuringly. Stiles knew he meant to be reassuring but it wasn't working. "Take a deep breath." Derek said. Stiles took a deep breath and then let it out slowly. "Better?" Derek asked. Stiles nodded, lying. "What's really upsetting you?" Derek asked.
"Nothing." Stiles squeaked. Derek gave him the I-know-you're-lying-and-if-you-don't-tell-me-the-truth-right-now-I-wont-let-you-cum-for-an-hour-when-we're-in-bed-leter look. Stiles sighed dramatically, dropping his book on the coffee table next to them. Stiles didn't know if he could stand that kind of torture but he couldn't tell Derek the truth. He would die before telling Derek the truth. But then again, if his boyfriend didn't let him cum for an hour he very well might die so he wouldn't have to last long. "Nothing." Stiles said, even less convincingly than the first time. Before Derek could pounce on him and demand the truth with his stubbly chin against Stiles's shoulder and his teeth against his neck, the smaller boy slipped off the couch and hurried quickly to his bedroom. He was glad his dad spent most nights working, especially with the volume Derek made him reach at night. Before his boyfriend could catch up, he was right behind Stiles, looming like a very threatening shadow, Stiles slipped up the stairs, into his room, and shut the door, right in Derek's face. Derek snarled and tried to open the door but Stiles had already locked it. Derek pounded his fist on the door demanding Stiles come back out but Stiles had other plans. He slid the window open and debated how hurt he'd get from the second story fall. Perhaps a broken leg would fend off Derek's demands. Or maybe he'd just land on his neck and die, saving him from Derek's wrath. Unfortunately for Stiles, or fortunately for him depending on how you look at it, he had forgotten that Derek had a key to his room. Derek on the other hand, had not forgotten and was quick in unlocking the door and enveloping the boy in his arms.
"I have a key." Derek whispered in Stiles's ear. Stiles struggled against Derek's hold, but his struggling was actually only rubbing his butt against Derek's groin. This encouraged Derek to keep his tight hold on his boyfriend. "Talk to me." He added as he nipped Stiles's neck. Stiles moaned and arched his back against Derek's chest.
"I can't tell you." Stiles moaned pitifully.
"You don't trust me?" Derek asked letting go and falling backwards onto Stiles's bed. He sat there seeming hollowed.
"I trust you it's just-please don't make me tell you." Stiles wined as he sat next to Derek and leaned gently against his boyfriend's side.
"It's fine." Derek mumbled. It was not fine. Stiles sighed heavily.
"I can't ask you to do that." Stiles whined.
"Can't ask me to do what?" Derek asked craftily. Stiles caved in, he had to tell Derek before the man lost his mind and killed Stiles.
"To not go." Stiles mumbled as quietly as his voice could go.
"You could ask." Derek replied softly.
"No." Stiles frowned resolutely. "No I can't. It's not fair for me to ask that."
"I'll call you in the morning." Derek said slowly before rising from his seat. Stiles panicked and grabbed Derek's hand.
"Are you mad at me?" Stiles asked, wide eyed.
"I love you pup. I just got a bit more stuff to do. I'll text you in the morning. Call me when you get home after school." Derek said before leaving.
"I love you too sourwolf." Stiles mumbled sadly before flopping back onto his bed.