At his yes Stiles let out a squeal and then he flipped them over so that he was now lying on top of Derek.
The words of protest died on Derek's lips when Stiles attacked his mouth and his hands fisted Derek's hair. It was rough and wild and perfect. Derek kissed back with a hint of too much teeth.
Stiles lay slotted between his legs and after a moment he shamelessly started to move against Derek. Since Stiles showed no intention to let go of his hair ever again, it was Derek who fumbled between them until he had both of them in his hand. At least their comfy pants provided easy access.
Their skin was too dry but Derek didn't want to stop even for the moment it would take to lick his palm. Stiles groaned into his mouth and moved in his grip so Derek just went with it and gave both their cocks a firm squeeze.
"Shit." Stiles shuddered. "Don't stop."
Derek worked their cocks dirty and fast, the dry friction just shy on painful. Stiles was the first to come, his cock twitching between Derek's and his hand, his come easing the way now, and it took only a few more strokes for Derek to come as well.
Then they just lay there, Stiles panting on top of Derek, both a little dizzy.
"Thought this was an occasion for tender sex." Derek said. Not that he wanted it any other way.
"For us this was sweet and tender." Stiles said into his chest, his mouth already leaving a damp spot on his shirt but Derek just slung his arms around him and held him close.
"And you never gave me that ring."
"I think I lost it somewhere."
In the end Stiles had to lie flat on the floor, head stuck under the couch, to get the little box.
Since he was already on the floor, he offered it to Derek on his knees.
Derek had already said yes so this was all backwards too but that just fit into the whole evening.
"You sure I should wear it?" Derek looked at the ring on his finger. It was a simple band made of two kinds of gold. It did look expensive, though. "I mean with the rumors and all that."
"Probably not a good idea." Stiles admitted. "You could wear it around your neck for now."
"At least until I get one for you as well." Derek said but he kept the ring on his finger for now.
"You don't have to." Stiles tried to decline. "We'll get matching rings for our wedding."
"I want to." Derek kissed him.
They fell into a comfortable silence, just enjoying the other's company.
"About Isaac." Derek started after a while. "Is it okay if I talk to him first?"
"Of course." Stiles nodded. "He kind of wants to talk you too, making sure that you're okay with this whole idea."
"I haven't said yes. To that at least."
"But you're considering it." Stiles said. "I know this is a big thing to ask, thank you."
They ate their pizza and watched a movie and the whole evening Derek couldn't stop playing with the ring on his finger.
Somehow he ended up with his head in Stiles' lap, who was lazily carding his fingers through his hair, and when the credits started to roll, he was half asleep.
Stiles bend down to kiss him and whisper in his ear: "I want to make love to my fiance."
Under different circumstances Derek would have laughed at the sappy line but today he kissed his fiance back and followed him to the bedroom.
They made love, sweet and tender, and Derek fell asleep with a happy smile on his lips.
Work had them back the next morning but not even the most chaotic day could throw Derek off. He felt the weight of the ring on his chest, well hidden under his shirt, and yes, Stiles had called him Frodo when he'd fixed the cord around his neck, and he was happy.
In his lunch break he went over to Isaac's office. He hadn't seen his friend all morning and he wanted to make sure that he really was okay. Stiles had allowed him back to work but had put him on desk duty for today. Apparently Isaac hadn't complained too much which was a clear sign that he was still hurting from what Peter had done to him.
Derek brought coffee and sandwiches as a kind of apology which Isaac accepted gratefully.
"How do you feel?" Derek settled in the chair on the other side of the desk with his own lunch.
"Better." Isaac took a sip from his coffee. "Stiles told me that he'd talked to you."
"You want to scene with him." Derek summed it up. He still wasn't sure how he felt about the whole idea.
For a long moment Isaac didn't speak. He opened his mouth a few times but no words were coming out. In the end he let out a sigh and a wave of mixed feeling hit Derek.
"I can't do this at work." Isaac finally admitted. "Can you come by my place after work?"
"I have to ask Stiles if I can skip the floor tonight." Derek said but he doubted that Stiles would say no. "But I can come by around eight?"
Isaac's scent was just a cloud of dark emotions hanging around him and Derek almost feared what he wanted to tell him that the mere thought of it put him in this much distress.
He was tempted to just give his permission to the whole thing just to spare Isaac but for his own sanity he couldn't. He needed Isaac to tell him his intentions with Stiles and why it had to be Stiles and nobody else.
When everything had started with Stiles, Derek had only wanted him, he couldn't trust anybody else, and he guessed it was similar with Isaac. But Derek's involvement with Stiles had ended with the ring he was wearing on a string around his neck and he needed reassurance that Isaac and Stiles weren't heading down the same road.
Of course Stiles was okay with him visiting Isaac instead of working the floor, so after dinner Derek drove to the address Isaac had given him.
The apartment complex wasn't far from the Strip in a much better neighborhood than the one Derek was used to.
He found the right door easy enough but when he rang the bell, Isaac didn't open right away. Through the wood Derek heard him breathing and his rapid heart-beat and he waited patiently for his friend to gather the courage to open the door. This, whatever it was, wasn't easy for Isaac, that much Derek had noticed.
"Nice place." Derek said when Isaac finally opened the door and let him in. The apartment wasn't big but tastefully furnished and it had a great view.
"Nothing special." Isaac closed the door behind him.
"You've seen where I live." Derek reminded him, trying to lighten the mood.
"Dude, you live in the penthouse."
Derek opened his mouth to protest but then he closed it without saying anything. Because Isaac was right, the apartment he'd shared with Peter wasn't his home any longer. Hadn't been in a while now.
Giving him a knowing smile Isaac stepped past him to a cabinet.
"Do you want a drink?" He asked, already opening the little bar. "I need a drink for this."
The alcohol would do nothing for Derek but he did enjoy the taste and it felt wrong to let Isaac drink alone.
"I take the same."
Isaac poured them their drinks and then they took seats in luxury armchairs. Derek wondered if Lydia had a hand in decorating the place because he didn't peg Isaac as a man who cared if his curtains matched the couch.
"My dad was an abusive asshole." Isaac started with his eyes fixed on the fake fireplace they were facing.
"You don't have to tell me that." Derek hurried to cut in. He had guessed something along that line but he didn't need to hear this.
"I do." Isaac said and grimly knocked back his drink. He didn't get up for a refill, though. "I asked your boyfriend to … dominate me and you need to know why it has to be him." He paused, rolling the empty glass between his hands, still not looking at Derek. "I need you to understand that I don't want anything from Stiles aside from that. I'm not in love with him and I don't want to have sex with him." There was almost disgust in his voice and Derek wondered how hard it had been for him to even ask Stiles for something intimate as this. As far as he knew Isaac was straight and Stiles was his best friend.
"And we won't do anything without your permission." Now he did look Derek in the eye. "I'm not trying to take your boyfriend away."
"I know." Derek said, his voice hoarse. He hated that he was forcing Isaac through this but he needed to hear it. He needed to hear the words and his fast but steady heart-beat and he had to smell his scent. He needed to make sure with all his senses that Isaac was sincere here.
But he didn't need to hear the rest. He didn't want to put Isaac through that.
"You have my permission." He said. If Isaac had asked him in the club when they had watched Lydia flogging Kira he would have given his permission right then and there just to take that expression off his face. He probably would have regretted it later on but he would have given his permission.
"You don't have to tell me about your dad." He added when Isaac failed to say something. "It's okay."
But Isaac had set his mind and with a grim expression he started to talk.
"My dad was an abusive asshole." He repeated. "It got worse after my older brother died. It was just me and Dad then and things kind of escalated." He took a deep breath. "He beat me up almost every day and sometimes he locked me in an old freezer." His voice broke and he had tears in his eyes.
Derek didn't know what to say but Isaac needed him to listen more than anything else right now so he just said there, trying to breathe around the lump in his throat.
"He touched me." Tears were running freely down his face. "He made me touch him. And he fucked me. And then ..." He was choking on the words but Derek doubted that he even could stop at this point. Isaac slung his arms around himself, trying to hold his shaking body together, but he kept talking. "… his buddies … he let them … and then the first offered money."
Derek closed his eyes. He didn't dare to ask how old Isaac had been when his father had started to pimp him out to everybody who was willing to pay.
To give Isaac a moment to compose himself Derek stood and went to get the bottle.
"That's why you reacted the way you did when Stiles had you pick me up." Derek realized. He filled Isaac's glass and put the bottle on the table within easy reach. Looked like they needed that today. Then he sat down on the arm of Isaac's chair. The werewolf part in him wanted to hug his friend and make it all better but he knew that touching him right now might be a bad idea. But he stayed close and it seemed to be the right thing to do.
"How did you get out?"
"Stiles." Isaac said. He braced his elbows on his knees, holding his full glass with both hands but he didn't drink right away. "We were friends back then, Stiles, Scott, Boyd and I. Lydia went to school with us as well and somehow Stiles brought her into our group. We promised to stay in contact through college and it was Stiles who dragged me with him. We jobbed in the Red to get through college and when Stiles took over the casino he offered Boyd and me jobs there." He took a breath but this part of the story seemed to be easier for him. "It was easier for me to give others orders than the other way around but I still had issues back then. Stiles gave me that button so he could get me out of bad situations."
That explained that, Derek had been wondering.
"Aside from you now Stiles is the only one who knows all this." Isaac finished. "I just can't put myself in such a vulnerable situation with somebody, I just can't. Not with anybody but Stiles. I'm not even sure if I can let Stiles do these things to me. But I want to, I need it."
