Terms of Agreement

Working on a Sunday was possibly one big joke as far as he was concerned. Sunday was supposed to be used for sleeping in late, cuddling, breakfast in bed and fighting over whether or not they were going to watch yet another Disney film.

Stiles carefully placed the bag full of coffee and Derek's favourite muffins, and leant on the receptionist's desk until Danny looked up at him. When he did Stiles bit his lip; Danny looked awful.

"You look like you haven't slept." He murmured, reaching into the bag and offering the other his coffee. He didn't want to part with the delicious coffee, he just felt that he needed to present some sort of peace offering.

"I haven't." Danny slowly took the cup, eyeing Stiles suspiciously. "You didn't spit in it did you?"

"Nope."

"Good." He quickly pulled the plastic lid off and drank half of it in a few gulps. "Oh I needed that."

"Why didn't you sleep?"

"Because I was following Derek around the city looking for you."

"Oh."

"Is that all you have to say?" Danny was mad. Really mad, and his voice rose as he stood. "Do you have any idea how scared he was? I had to call every hospital, every morgue and every police station! You just ran off and no one knew where you were! You didn't answer your phone."

"But-"

"You don't deserve Derek! You don't deserve anyone!" Danny's voice was getting louder and Stiles started backing away, cringing at the volume. "He literally stopped living his own life for you! He stopped going out, stopped seeing his friends, and he's been fighting with his dad non stop but you just keep wanting more from him! What do you give in return or do you just leech off him like everyone else does?"

Stiles stopped dead when he stepped back against someone and he jumped, trying to get to the exit but whoever he'd stepped on caught him with an arm around his middle and Danny shut up very quickly.

"Maybe you should go home and sleep." Derek suggested, looking at his friend coldly and Danny rolled his eyes.

"Whatever."

With a childish door slam Danny disappeared out of the posh wooden carved doors, leaving Stiles trapped against Derek's chest.

Suddenly he didn't have a clue what to say.

"Are you okay?" Derek asked softly, almost reluctantly releasing his hold.

If Danny looked bad, Derek looked worse. Guilt flooded Stiles as he turned to look at him, taking in his sunken bloodshot eyes and the lines of exhaustion. He really had been up all night and that made him feel like shit.

"I'm sorry for running away." He told him quietly, reaching for the bag. "I uhm, I just needed to…talk about it I suppose."

"You can talk to me Stiles." Derek took the bag slowly, not quite up to his usual speed and Stiles caught his hand, squeezing it and tugging him towards the chairs.

"That's sort of why I'm here."

"Yeah?" That was coupled with a bemused expression, as if Derek didn't quite know what to think of the confession. "What are we talking about?"

"Us and why things aren't working properly." Stiles sat as Derek gawped at him and he sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Maybe you need to sleep first."

"No way." The millionaire's hand tangled in the sleeve of his jumper and hauled him into a posh office with the biggest wooden desk Stiles had ever seen. "What the hell do you mean things aren't working properly?"

Derek was afraid? The concept that Derek could be scared was a new one to him.

"We fight-"

"Everyone fights!"

"We don't have much in common-"

"We'd get bored if we both did the same things all the time together."

"You're making sacrifices-"

"That's what relationships are about!"

"Will you let me finish at least one sentence?" He asked softly, nudging Derek into the flashy leather office chair and perching on the edge of the desk in front of him, placing a foot on each of Derek's knees to keep him sitting. "I'm not breaking up with you but we have to talk about this."

"I love you." Derek sighed, not looking at him. At least he was a little calmer once Stiles had assured him he wasn't being dumped.

"I know, and because of that you're ignoring things."

"Like what?"

"Olive told me that there are th-"

"When did you talk to Olive? OW!"

"From here onwards, every time you interrupt me I'm going to kick you." Stiles threatened and bizarrely it was what Derek needed to relax properly in the chair and start drinking his coffee. "Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Right. Olive said there are three rules in life: Live within your means, hold onto the things you love and never go to bed angry at your husband." He smiled at Derek's raised eyebrows but thankfully he stayed quiet. "First, I slept for a couple of hours last night but only once I'd thought about everything and talked myself out of being angry."

"Why were you angry? Jackson got what he deserved."

"Because you kept all of it a secret from me."

"Oh." It was the first time Stiles was on the receiving end of the 'oh' response and he had to admit it was rather frustrating.

"So I'm not mad because I understand that Danny's investigation needed to be a secret and you were just trying to protect me." He held out a blueberry muffin to Derek, who practically snatched it.

"What about the other two rules?"

"I love you, so I'm not going to let you go without one hell of a fight." His words made Derek relax properly in his chair. "So that's number two dealt with."

"And live within your means?"

"Yes." Stiles took a deep breath, nervous about what sort of reaction he was going to have. "I have the money from the flat; Olive bought it and the payment went through. I'm also going to get a new job."

"Right. What are you rambling about now?" With the coffee in his system Derek was less blank.

"I don't want to move in with you, and I wouldn't want you to move in with me." Stiles said slowly, still scrambling to find the best way to say what he did want.

"But you just told me that you love me."

"I do!"

"Then what the hell do you want? Are you schizophrenic or something?"

"Just shut up! For once in your life shut up and just let someone else talk!"

"Okay. Go on, I'm listening."

But Stiles was just staring at where his feet rested on Derek's knees, his mind full of doubts of his decisions. They really did fight a lot. Gentle hands eased his trainers off and placed one foot down in his lap and began to massage the other.

"I quite like this more assertive side to you."

"I don't." Stiles admitted, unable to stop the tiny smile creeping onto his face. "I like it when you make the big decisions."

"Okay. I'm not going to talk until you've finished talking about number three on Olive's list."

"I want to live with you." The best tactic was just to say it; they could iron out the details later. "On neutral ground, in a house where I can pay my half of the bills and the mortgage."

The hands on his foot didn't stop moving and he slowly looked up to meet Derek's eyes, relieved at the huge smile on the man's face. That had to be a good sign.

"I'd love to but I have one condition."

"What?"

"We'll start looking now but we won't choose anything until we knew what your new salary will be." Derek moved his feet and pulled him onto his lap. "You also have to get a job that you actually like."

"That's two conditions."

"I want you to be happy."

Mmm. Every word was punctuated with a kiss to his neck. He liked that.

"I want the same for you so I'm going to add my own conditions." Stiles tilted his head, settling against Derek's chest smugly.

"Yeah?" He had to wonder if Derek was even listening.

"You need to stop spending all of your time with me."

And Derek stopped.

"Why?"

"You barely spend time with Marcus anymore, and Danny said that you've stopped going out with you friends and that you're fighting with your Dad. I don't want to be the reason that there are things wrong in your life." Personally he would rather have Derek by his side every moment of every day rather than spending time with Danny after everything but that wouldn't be fair.

"Then my counter conditions are that you spend more time with Eri and you have to at least try to make more friends."

"Okay. You're going to stop working Sundays."

"You're going to turn your phone off at night on weekend so that we actually get to sleep in." Derek pushed his arms up over his head so that he could pull his jumper off.

"No more keeping secrets from me."

"If you promise never to cook for me again."

"You're not going to splash the cash around and try to give me things like cars." Derek's shirt was unbuttoned.

"On the condition that you let me pay for our house to be refurbished."

"Fine. I'm using the money from the flat to pay the deposit then." Goodbye t-shirt.

"You keep ten thousand of it and invest it." Good Derek's trousers.

"And we never go to bed angry at each other?" Good bye Stiles's jeans.

"I think I can agree to all of that. I have one more condition though."

"What?" How exactly could Derek be so coherent when Stiles was seriously struggling to keep up?

"That pole dance you promised me…"

"Oh shut up." Stiles growled against his lips, hands tangling in Derek's unusually scruffy hair as he kissed him uncharacteristically aggressively.

Having Derek's hands all over him was amazing, better than before because his injuries weren't hurting at every movement, and Stiles practically rubbed against him, tipping his head to the side when Derek started nibbling at his ear lobe.

"The door." Stiles mumbled when Derek lifted him, placing him on the edge of the desk.

"We're alone." Derek's breathing was getting heavier as he tugged at Stiles's boxers, mouth still attacking his ear and neck.

"But-"

"Shh. Stop thinking." A hand trailed up over his bare thigh and Stiles closed his eyes, urging the hand to keep climbing.

It didn't. Instead it started moving back down, the light touch sending a shiver through him. Just that little touch and he was almost breathless. Derek's other hand brushed down his spine, fingertips firm against him and he felt his back arch, pushing his chest against Derek's. Since when was his back an erogenous zone?

The hand brushed back up the inside of his thigh, stopping a little closer before travelling to his hip and he shifted, lifting his hips from the desk just enough to grind against Derek.

Wow. Derek was just as horny as he was.

"Minx." Derek breathed, pushing his hips forward to trap Stiles on the desk.

"Then do something!" He didn't care how needy that sounded.

Derek just grinned at him and kissed him again, hands holding his hips in place as he rocked against him, making Stiles want to wriggle against him. As annoying as it was to be teased, it really felt bloody good.

"Off." He tugged at Derek's underwear impatiently and the millionaire complied, his underwear joining the rest of the clothes scattered on the floor.

With new found confidence he pushed Derek back into his flashy chair and straddled him.

"Did I mention that I liked you being assertive?"

"Just shut up and fuck me already."

So he did.

Venue – Yes

Minister – Yes

Dresses – Yes

Suits – Yes

Flowers – Yes

Tables – Yes

Place markers – Yes

Table Decorations – Yes

Table seating plan – Yes

Hotel Bookings – Yes

Horse and Cart – Yes

Musicians – Yes

Caterer – Yes

Wine company – Yes

Serving Staff – Yes

Generator – Yes

Outdoor lights – Yes

Boats – Yes

Honeymoon – Yes

Clean-up crew – Yes

Stiles stared at the list once he'd put his tick next to the clean-up crew and couldn't help feeling smug.

"I did it." He exclaimed as Eri propped herself up on her elbows, reaching for the bottle of water she had next to the sun lounger she occupied. "You know, you should put sun cream on."

"This is the first day hot enough to give me a tan in over a month, I have a mere five days until my wedding, and you think I should wear sun cream?"

"Is one day worth the cancer risk?" An unfamiliar voice interrupted from above Stiles's head

"No. That is why I didn't book a sunbed at the spa." Eri took a large glug of water and stood, hugging the grey haired man tightly. "Did you have a good holiday?"

"Yes. I'll show you the photographs later." The man must be Eri's dad, they looked so alike; same nose and eyes. "I need to talk to Stiles before your mother nags me again."

"Me?"

"Yes." The man sat on Eri's vacated sun lounger as the bride to be dashed off to tackle Isaac, who seemed to be torn between irritation that the football game was being interrupted and excitement that he had a woman in a bikini in his arms. "She's very much like her mother."

Stiles blinked.

"She is?" How could lively, cheerful, happy Eri be considered anything like Olive?

"You wouldn't know it now, but when she was Eri's age my wife was quite the rebel."

That was too much information. Wrinkling his nose Stiles placed his notebook down, trying not to imagine Olive tackling anyone in a bikini. Yuck.

"My wife has told me everything that you achieved this past month." The man declared and Stiles bit his lip, not sure what to say, or if he needed to say anything at all. "Even with everything that has happened you were able to succeed in planning the perfect wedding for Eri."

"It may not be perfect yet Mr Reyes." Stiles replied with a shaky smile. "It hasn't actually happened yet."

"Olive has faith in you so I'll give you mine." Opposites really did attract because the man was nothing like Olive! "Call me Cornelius."

"Uhm, okay."

"I have doubts that you will be as good as a PA as my current slave driver, however, because you have more than proven you have some worth with this wedding nightmare I'm going to offer you a three month probationary contract." Cornelius' eyes were fixed to the engaged couple Isaac let Eri climb on his back before attempting to play football.

"Thank you."

"After the wedding I'll have Sheila contact you for a meeting with my lawyer to deal with the contract and then you can spend a month shadowing her. You'll then have two months to prove yourself." When Cornelius looked at him Stiles slowly nodded, stunned. "Do you have any questions?"

"Not yet. I may have a very long list next time I see you though."

"Good. I like a man who thinks the details through. I will see you at the weekend."

As he walked away, leaving Stiles with a stupid grin on his face, Isaac carried Eri over. She refused to release him though so instead of being dumped onto the sun lounger she dragged him down too.

"What was that about?" Derek slid an arm around him, sneakily disguising the fact that he was stealing the coffee Stiles had.

"That's mine." He growled and Derek just laughed.

"You need to learn to share."

"You need to learn that not everything is yours for the taking." Stiles countered quickly, not really angry at Derek.

"Really?" Derek caught hold of him and trapped him on the sun lounger, smirking. "What about you? Are you mine for the taking?"

"Derek." Stiles's hiss made Eri laugh and he knew his cheeks were flushing scarlet.

"Well?"

"You know the answer to that." He mumbled, wishing that Eri and Isaac weren't watching them.

Derek ducked his head down to kiss him, grinning like an idiot. Even if it did embarrass him, he was beginning to realise that he would literally do anything to make Derek smile at him, just as Derek would move heaven and earth to make him smile back. So he let Derek cop a feel, discreetly doing a little groping of his own, before letting the man climb off him and return to their football match.

"You should let me plan your wedding." Eri settled back on the sun lounger, sneaky expression on her face.

"My wedding?"

"Yes."

"I'm not getting married."

"Yet." She cracked an eye open to look at him. "I see Derek asking you before you even have your first anniversary."

"Doubtful."

"How much are you willing to bet?"

"If he does, you can plan it and be my maid of honour." He replied dubiously, wondering if she was just saying it because she enjoyed the wedding buzz. "If he doesn't then you have to donate at least thirty pairs of designer shoes to charity."

"No way!"

"Then no bet."

"Fine. Doesn't matter anyway because I'm going to win!"