Waking up hungover was never fun. Waking up hungover and blindly searching for Derek next to them just to find an empty bed was worse.
Their first thought was that Derek was in the bathroom or already in the kitchen but it didn't even look like Derek had ever been in bed with them in the first place and when Stiles strained their ears, they didn't hear anything indicating that there was another person around. Okay, they did not have the senses of a werewolf but they were very sensitive to noises right now and there weren't any.
Stiles scrambled out of bed nevertheless and had a look around but no sign of Derek. Their muddled brain came up with the wildest scenarios. Like hunters breaking in and taking Derek in the middle of the night. How they supposedly had slept through something like that they didn't know but logic was not their strong suit at the moment.
It took them embarrassingly long to check their phone.
Apparently, Derek had spent the night at home and would see them at work.
They had been late to begin with and searching for Derek had cost them precious minutes so in the end, Stiles had to hurry to get to work on time. They didn't even have time for breakfast and they didn't pack lunch either. They hoped that Derek would cover the latter and until then they could survive on coffee. Their head hurt and they felt nauseous just thinking about food so it sounded like a plan.
They came into the office just in time to prevent Isaac from stealing their boyfriend.
Derek had brought breakfast and due to his magic pain drain, Stiles felt well enough to not only eat it but to keep it down as well. Stiles couldn't be mad at Isaac, they would steal Derek for that alone too. Lucky them, they didn't have to.
They threw themself into work and put Erica to the back of their mind but over lunch, she was back on everybody's mind. Boyd had informed them that she would leave the hospital tomorrow but otherwise, he didn't have good news. Erica still had a growing tumor in her brain which was too deep in to just cut out. Chemotherapy and whatever they usually did with cancer would only prolong her life for a few weeks, if that, but it would make it a few very miserable weeks. Erica did not want that. So they gave her something for the pain to take as needed and something to prevent the seizures and sent her home.
There might be another option. Stiles had asked Derek about that last night but they couldn't remember if and what he'd answered. However, that was not something to discuss in front of Isaac. So they finished their lunch and went back to work. Derek had promised to stay over tonight, they could talk later.
"Stilinski, a word?"
Stiles hmmed absently, they were in the middle of something and if they paused now, they would lose momentum. They changed the parameter they were working on and checked the result before they even looked up. By now Coach had retreated into his office but he'd left the door open. He knew how his employees ticked and Stiles couldn't give the man enough kudos for that.
Only with a delay, Stiles realized that Coach had used their real name.
"Coach?" Stiles stepped into the office.
Finstock gestured for them to take a seat. This was something serious. Mind racing Stiles took the offered seat.
"You know that the convention is in just over a week," Finstock started. "If we pull this off, and thanks to all of us working our butts off it looks like we can do it, I'll give you the week after off. You can tell that Isaac and your boytoy as well."
"Could you not call him that?" Stiles muttered but a week off sounded nice. They were doing overtime and they would do it the whole next week as well, they would be in dire need of some downtime after that. And Stiles guessed that Finstock had to figure out how to proceed. Erica wouldn't come back to work and Stiles wasn't so sure about Boyd either. He most likely wanted to spend what little time Erica had with her. Plus, he might very well have to stay with her to take care of her.
"Speaking of the convention," Finstock continued. "Since Erica is out, I want you to come with me."
"Me?" Stiles almost fell out of their chair. "Why me? Why not Isaac?"
"Because you're the better talker."
When Stiles left Finstock's office they still hadn't quite comprehended that they would fly to San Francisco next week. They would have to give interviews and be nice to people but on the other hand, they were going to a convention in San Francisco.
"I'm going to San Francisco!" They bumped their fist in the air and made a little victory dance.
Isaac and Derek shared a glance, clearly wondering if they had lost it.
They had dinner at the office again and when they finally got home, it was past nine in the evening.
"You have no idea how much I'm looking forward to that week off." Stiles stretched until their back popped. But before that, they would go to San Francisco. A wide grin spread over their face.
"I'm happy for you." Derek slung his arms around them, bringing them close together, and then they were kissing.
"Happy enough for on occasion?" Stiles pressed their hips against Derek's. They were tired from a long day but too wired to rest. The kissing and having Derek this close channeled their restless energy onto other things. Mainly their groin.
"I can give you a hand," Derek offered but even horny as they were, Stiles noticed that his heart wasn't in it.
"No, I'm good." Stiles eased up to not bother Derek with their rapidly stiffening member any longer. Their body hadn't quite registered yet that there wouldn't be any happy time.
Linking their fingers together, Stiles tried to drag Derek over to the couch, they could at least get comfortable, but Derek didn't budge.
"Hm?" Stiles made. When they looked back at Derek they found themself at the receiving end of a hard look. Derek had ducked his head a little, his eyebrows were shadowing his eyes but now they lit up in electric blue.
Stiles sucked in a breath. Their erection had started to die down but under that gaze, it came back full force. Stiles felt it straining behind the zipper of their jeans within a second. Just from Derek looming over them, fixing them with those eery eyes.
"Bedroom," Derek said in a low voice. "Now."
Stiles stumbled over their own feet in their haste to get to the bedroom.
"Strip," Derek ordered and a second later Stiles sent their clothes flying. The second they were naked Derek pushed them with a hand to their chest and Stiles went down in a yelp. They scrambled to lie on their back more or less in the center of the bed and then they were looking up at Derek who was still standing fully clothed at the side of the bed.
"Lube?" Derek asked.
"What's with the one-word sentences?" Stiles muttered but they couldn't deny how much it turned them on. Lying here bare and naked at Derek's mercy who was looking down on them with those blue eyes.
Derek growled deep in his throat, demanding an answer.
"Nightstand." Stiles licked their lips. "Lube is in the nightstand."
A second later the bottle landed on their chest.
"Finger yourself open." Derek leaned against the dresser. Too far away to participate in any form but close enough to have a good view.
Stiles closed their eyes with a groan. They had never been this hard in their life.
They planted their feet and canted their hips, exposing themself to Derek.
"Go nice and slow," Derek ordered. "Don't touch your dick."
The latter was hard, pun intended. Stiles had to fist the sheets to prevent themself from wrapping their fingers around their cock but Derek's tone left no room for argument. So they bit their lip and focused on fingering themself open. They wondered if Derek intended to fuck them.
They gave him a show. They bucked their hips and moaned with their fingertips pressed against their sweet spot before they went back to lazily fucking three fingers in and out.
Derek just watched. Their dick twitched under that gaze, sticky with precome by now but Stiles didn't dare to touch it even if it was begging for attention. They could bring themself over the edge with a few strokes but for now, they kept an iron grip on the sheets with one hand while they tortured their prostate with their other hand.
"Derek, please." They eventually succumbed, bucking their hips in desperate need.
Derek let them suffer for a sweet moment longer.
"Fuck your fist." Derek finally ordered and Stiles complied with a cry of relief.
"Come," Derek ordered and a second later. They came with a strangled cry, their rim twitching around their fingers, and their cock pulsing out jets of come.
"Damn that was good." Stiles just lay there, trying to catch their breath but with a stupid grin on their face. They closed their eyes for a moment but snapped awake when suddenly Derek was on them. He flipped them over, nudged their legs apart with his knees, and before Stiles could comprehend what was happening Derek was buried to the hilt in them.
"Wow." Stiles made when Derek started to fuck into them.
Derek had gripped them by the hips for more leverage but otherwise, he wasn't touching them and he seemed to be done talking. He was chasing his own orgasm without paying attention to Stiles.
Derek hadn't even undressed, just enough to get his dick out and Stiles could easily picture him, zipping back up, and walking away once he was done. That thought shouldn't be so hot. Stiles felt his cock filling again and Derek wasn't even trying to give them a good time.
Stiles reached between their legs. It was too much, too soon but they closed their hand around their growing erection and started to stroke themself in counterpoint to Derek's thrusts.
Behind them, Derek went rigid with a grunt. Stiles felt him coming inside them and were there pricks of claws in that iron grip Derek had on their hips?
Stiles followed him a second later, milking Derek's still twitching cock with them clenching around him when they came.
"Damn." Stiles breathed out and when Derek loosened his grip on their hips, they just flopped down into the pillow.
Derek actually did leave the room and Stiles wondered if he was leaving for real but then he came back with a towel and a washcloth. Gently he cleaned Stiles up and tucked them in. Moments later an equally naked Derek slipped into bed with them.
"Was that okay?" Derek asked. The authority in his voice was gone, he sounded almost meek.
"More than okay," Stiles assured him. "C'mere."
They drew him close and after some adjusting, they were lying together, Stiles with their head on Derek's chest. They found Derek's hand and played lazily with his fingers.
There were things they had wanted to talk about tonight but for now, Stiles was content with just lying here and having Derek close.
For once it was Derek who got restless first. He'd let Stiles play with his fingers but now he put his hand on theirs, stilling it.
"Your dad called me earlier."
"What did he want?" Stiles craned their neck to look at Derek. They could guess what this was about.
"He's looking into Kate," Derek confirmed and let out a sigh. "He wanted to do it without bothering me but he's hitting dead ends. He asked me for a Skype session."
"That sounds like an interrogation."
"It is." Derek closed his hand around Stiles' with a bit too much force to count as affectionate. It was more holding on to something to not get swapped away.
It did make sense. If they didn't have the whole country between them, they would have that conversation in an interrogation room at the station. Skype was the next best thing. Stiles still didn't like it.
"Do you want me to be there?" Stiles asked.
"No."