The sound of Stiles' phone ringing filled the tiny apartment, pulling Stiles from his sleep with a groan. It had woken Derek up already, his heightened senses could detect the faintest ringing even in his sleep, but the feeling of Stiles' naked body pressed against him, his own arms still wrapped around the body beside him, their legs still intertwined, had been too good for Derek to leave. He had just laid there for a few minutes as Stiles' body attempted to wake its master so he could answer his phone, breathing in Stiles' scent, revelling in the feel, the taste, everything about the guy was irresistible to him.
"God, if you exist please strike me down!" Stiles groaned into his pillow, grasping Derek's hand, never wanting to leave the bed. He couldn't remember when he last had such comfortable, uninterrupted sleeps, the only memories he had of such amazing feelings were those from his childhood, when his mother would lay in bed with him, stroking his hair until he nodded off, sometimes returning to bed with the sheriff, other times just deciding to stay with her son.
"You have to get up if you want to make it to that party." Derek murmured as he nuzzled the back of Stiles' neck, glancing over at the digital clock which told them it was almost half past five. He planted a few kisses onto his skin, feeling the warmth from being pressed against Derek for hours, wanting to turn him over and kiss every inch of his body all over again, take him into his mouth again, make him feel the pleasure he had induced in him earlier.
"I don't wanna go." Stiles replied, breathing out a sigh in appreciation as the phone stopped ringing, pushing himself back against Derek. He could feel his erection through his jeans, the feeling making him horny himself, his own, unclothed dick stirring under the sheets.
"You said you'd go." Derek closed his eyes as he tried to calm down, though the feeling of Stiles' bare ass pressing into him really wasn't helping. Turning Stiles' head slightly and propping himself up on his elbow he planted a soft kiss on his lips, his neck, his shoulder, sighing as he pushed him away. "Up." Derek jumped out of bed, angling himself away from Stiles so he couldn't see the full extent of his arousal as he strode to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him and turning on both taps. Stiles watched him go, leaning back on his elbows, admiring the definition of Derek's back, the narrow hips, the firm ass. He had no idea what the guy was doing in there – though he had a tiny idea.
Hopping out of bed he sat himself down on the arm of the worn leather chair, picking up his phone and seeing the missed call from Emily. With a sigh he dialled her back,
"Sorry – I was asleep. I'm gonna get ready and set off soon." He looked around the room for any sign of clean clothes as he spoke, seeing none. Good job he was borrowing something from Emily's brother.
"Thank god! I'm going out of her mind over here. There's like thousands of caterers everywhere I go, maids running around like hyenas, florists and gay decorators in pastel colours swinging their charts in the air and barking commands. My sisters already passed out drunk, Grayson's totally stoned, and my mom keeps accusing a waitress of stealing her diamond brooch. Get here. Now." Her voice was menacing, clearly she was pissed off and had already been digging into the sauce a little herself, her words had been slurred. Derek emerged from the bathroom, the bulge running down his jeans now abated, stretching as he watched Stiles sending a text to his dad.
"I might need to crack open one of those bags, I don't have anything to walk to their place in." Stiles smiled as he looked up at Derek, admiring his body as he flexed his chest, arms outstretched behind his head, muscles rippling.
"I figured as much from the state of this place the other day." Derek crossed the room, picking up his plain black backpack and pulling out a grey t shirt, black boxers, and white socks. He threw them across the room to Stiles, who missed and laughed as they landed on the floor at his feet.
"How come you're so sweet now?" He asked as he got up, wrapping his arms around Derek, planting a kiss on his lips.
"Shut up and get dressed." Derek replied as their lips parted, looking appreciatively at Stiles' ass as he bent over to slip the boxers on.
"You know, why don't you just come with me?" Stiles asked as he rolled the socks on. "Emily wants to meet you, plus I wanna show you off." He revealed, a little embarrassment manifesting in his cheeks.
"I wasn't invited, remember. Besides I don't have a tux."
"Neither do I, her brothers loaning me one." He scratched his chin, frowning at the flaw in his plan. If Grayson was the same size as Stiles was, then no way would his suit fit Derek. He pondered the issue as he wiggled into Derek's t shirt, glancing up to see he was doing the same thing. What was it about wearing someone elses clothes that made him feel so horny? "Can't we just go buy one?" Stiles asked hopefully.
"And wear would I wear it, except this one party? I'm not really one for charity events – I prefer a bar."
"We can rent one then. There's gotta be a place nearby, this is New York." Stiles grabbed his phone, smiling to himself at his own genius. Typing 'tuxedo rental' into Google, he clicked the map of nearby places, finding one just five blocks away.
"Ha!" He held out the map triumphantly to Derek, who frowned at it, before doing the same to Stiles.
"Fuck." Derek growled in aggravation, he really didn't want to go to a party in a monkey suit.
"Calm it wolf man. You're coming. Let me just text Emily." He sent her a quick text before kissing Derek to calm him down. Derek was unhappy, but the kiss made it a little better, besides, if Stiles was there, then he would pull through.
Half an hour later, after getting a little distracted by another steamy make out session, the two of them ambled into Rent-A-Tux.
"We need a suit for this big guy." Stiles told the cashier, slapping Derek on the back, who stood there looking like it was the worst experience of his life.
"Sure. Two mins' darlings." She slapped the gum between her teeth before wandering off behind the counter, presumably searching for someone to help with a fitting
"You're gonna look pretty hot in this." Stiles said quietly, looking down a little. He and Derek were becoming close, true, but he still felt a little awkward saying things like that to him, the temptation was just too high, he really did think Derek would look good when he was suited out.
"Don't look away." Derek told him, softly touching his jaw and angling it upward so they were looking into each others eyes.
"Um – hey? Come back and we'll fit ya'." The cashier said, looking out of place as she stared at the intimate moment, wishing she had a boyfriend of her own.
"Come on, come on, I don't have all night." Another, much thinner and taller woman said as she emerged in a flurry of fabric from the royal blue curtain behind the cashier. Her afro was bobbing as she walked, Derek's arm clasped firmly between her ebony fingers.
"I think I just want something pretty simple -" Derek attempted to begin, before she cut him off.
"Charity, wedding or funeral?" She asked, green eyes widening as she waited impatiently for a response.
"Charity." Derek replied sullenly, not liking her attitude at all. He gave her one of his classic glares, but she was unfazed. She had seen it all before.
"Ok sweetie, arms up." She said as she began to measure Derek. Stiles look on, amused, as she jotted down his size on a pad beside her, tutting every now and then, smiling once in a while, shaking her head from time to time.
"I feel like a clown." Derek grumbled as she hurried off behind another curtain to draw up a suit that would fit him, frowning at Stiles, who was sat on top of a counter with a smirk on his face.
"You look like one too," He conceded with a laugh, Derek really did look funny with his arms stuck out in the air, his back straightened out fully by her persistent fingers, and his legs spread. "Don't worry though, Ill ever mention this again. Except maybe every day." He added the last part as an undertone, forgetting about Derek's supersonic hearing for a second, laughing to himself as he glanced up again, realising Derek could hear everything he said.
"You're gonna pay for making me come here." Derek joked, is eyes sparkling mischievously, his expression soft.
"Okay, here you go. Out. Go, go, go!" She ushered them out with a wave of her long red talons, handing Derek the suit while pushing them back through the curtain. Derek paid the rental price, grumbling as he did, before they headed onto the street once more, this time heading in the opposite direction, en route to the next subway stop.
"You know, earlier was amazing." Stiles told Derek as they sat together on the low chairs, waiting between stops until the obstruction on the tracks ahead was cleared. Their subway had been held up for 'unspecified reasons' and for some inexplicable reason of his own Stiles had decided to bring up Derek and him.
"I know." Derek stuck his chin up, smiling widely in a joking manner.
"Shut up, I'm serious." Stiles threaded his fingers through Derek's in the space between their seats, placing his hand on his thigh and rubbing up and down gently.
Derek couldn't help himself, the feeling of Stiles' long fingers on his thigh made his cock stir beneath the jeans, and he used the garment bag that contained his suit to cover his arousal.
"I know you don't really wanna come tonight, so thanks for doing it. You know, because its gonna be pretty strange. Her house is amazing, I felt so out of place, but you can kind of fit in anywhere." He smiled up at the older man next to him, "well not fit in, you actually kind of stick out as a moody sour wolf, but at least you don't get embarrassed or anything."
"Stiles, just because I don't blush all the time like you do," he ran his fingers against the soft skin of Stiles' cheeks, "doest mean I don't feel out of place or get embarrassed." Derek informed him, opening up.
"Well thanks anyway," Stiles squeezed his fingers, wanting nothing as much as he wanted to back at his apartment with Derek, his hands entwined with his, Derek's arms around his body. The mechanisms of the train began to grind and creak as they moved once more, drawing Stiles out of his daydream, though he almost felt as if he was in a permanent daydream just having Derek sat next to him, their hands still clasped together.
"68th Street. Hunter College." The crackly, broken voice echoed around the carriage as Stiles slid out of his seat, hating how he had to let go of Derek's hand so he could hold onto the metal bar above the seat in front to manoeuvre his way out. Derek followed him, his head held high, glaring at other commuters who backed off slightly when they saw the look in his eyes. Stiles hardly noticed Derek's normal facial expression any more, because it was so different when looking at Stiles; the jaw was more relaxed, the lips almost smiling, the eyes wider and caring. He looked so much younger, so much more relaxed, so much happier.
"What's this party going to be like?" Derek asked as they made their way past Hunter College, following the same route Stiles had taken to Emily's yesterday.
"I dunno, it's not like I'm a maverick of society events." Stiles said, looking at Derek and smiling. It was cute to see the older man a little nervous. "I guess just a lot of old people talking about how rich they are." He shrugged his shoulders, "I guess you'll fit right in." Stiles laughed, trying to lift his own mood away from the slightly guilty feeling he had in his stomach from what he said about the party, it was Emily's family throwing it after all.
"Oh ha-ha." Derek said sarcastically, giving Stiles a playful shove.
"No seriously though, I really don't know. Something pretty fancy I guess if we have to wear all this fancy gear." He gestured to Derek's garment bag, which was slung over his shoulder. He couldn't wait to see Derek in the suit, there was something about suits that turned him on, and something about Derek that turned him on. The two together should be a catalyst for an unbelievably horny Stiles.
The door of the building was held open for Stiles and Derek as they approached, their shoes making a dull thud on the parquet floor as they headed for the elevators. Derek wasn't looking as amazed as Stiles did when he first saw the building, but from the movement of his eyes – which were darting from left to right, taking in the grandeur – Stiles knew he was impressed.
"Can I help you?" A young woman, probably in her twenties, asked Derek as they approached the elevators. She was stood to the side of the one Stiles had used last time, a clipboard in her hand.
"We're here for the party." Stiles told her, widening his eyes in irritation that she only had eyes for Derek. With a sultry gaze and a lick of her pink, glossy, lips she drew her eyes to Stiles, her expression changing from one of lust to one of boredom.
"Excuse me?" A bark of a laugh escaped her lips as she looked over Stiles, taking in his outfit and his awkward stance. A slight growl of anger from next to him worried him, he didn't want the girl getting torn limb from limb.
"Yeah, Stiles Stillinski, and this is Derek, my bodyguard." He laughed to himself at his lie, it was true that Derek looked like his guard, dark, brooding, strong, stood just slightly behind him, protecting his employer. In a way Derek was doing just that, he was ready to give this woman a taste of her own medicine if she laughed at Stiles again, or perhaps he'd just tear her annoyingly smug head from her shoulders.
"Oh – Mr. Stillinski, so sorry, go on up." She pulled a fountain pen from her bun and crossed Stiles' name off the list, cursing herself for not paying him more attention – she was on the lookout for a rich husband, this guy could have been that, but she only had eyes for his 'bodyguard'!
The beauty and extravagance of the apartment was not lost on Stiles, even though it was his second time visiting. He looked around again as he stepped out of the elevator, noticing the flowers had been replaced with more exciting red ones, that the cloakroom now had an attendant stood outside it, and that the upstairs bannister was now laced through with twinkling white fairy lights.
"Told you it was impressive." Stiles grinned at Derek, throwing his arms wide. "This is just my weekend place." He joked with a shrug, walking backwards into the centre of the room.
"Oh well I thank you for your hospitality." Stiles jumped as he realised that Derek's mouth wasn't moving. Turning around, following the voice, he grimaced when he saw that it was Emily's father.
"Just kidding." Stiles said, feeling like a fool, distracting himself by running a hand over his crew cut.
"Excited for the party?" Her father asked as he sipped his scotch.
"Sure, thanks for inviting me, or having me I suppose, you know because it was your wife who invited me." The man raised his eyebrows, wondering why the boy was such an awkward conversationalist.
"We're very happy to be here." Derek said, stepping across the room and taking Stiles' hand, trying to save him from the conversation.
"Oh, this must be the boyfriend Emily told us about." Stiles' eyes widened, his head turning to Derek quickly, worried that 'boyfriend' was a term Derek wasn't ready for quite yet.
"That's right. Derek Hale." Derek extended his hand to the man in front of him, both of them sizing the other up. Conrad Von Svaller saw a powerful man, both mentally and – judging by the muscles and the firm handshake – physically. He suddenly and inexplicably felt a great deal more respect for Stiles, he had thought the boy would have an equally lanky and awkward boyfriend as himself.
"Good to meet you, Derek. I see you brought a change of clothes from -" he angled his head so he could read what the garment bag said, "- ah, Rent-A-Tux." His lips curled up at the corners in amusement, as if renting a tuxedo was the height of humour.
"I need somewhere to get changed, if you don't mind." Derek asked, his hand now laced with Stiles' once more, who was feeling as if he was in the middle of a battle of wills, both men were staring at each other, neither wanting to be the first to look away. He didn't get it, but he was glad Derek seemed to be winning whatever was going on.
"I'll help him change." Vivan, Emily's sister, said, her voice travelling across the double height foyer. All three of them turned to look as she crossed the room, as well as a few waiters and party planners who were striding through the room as they set up for the event. No one could help it, she looked devastatingly beautiful in her deep purple dress, which clung to every inch of her impossibly tiny frame, her white blonde hair piled up, a few curled tendrils escaping and running down the side of her face. Derek's eyes widened in appreciation, he had to admit she was very beautiful, though for him she paled in comparison to Stiles.
"Wonderful idea, Viv." Conrad said as he took his daughters hand. He knew what a sexual dynamo his little girl was, and it amused him to see if she could tempt this man – who he thought did not look gay at all, where were the pink heels and camp voice?
"Uh – well I better go find Emily." Stiles muttered, feeling like he was in a thirties movie where everyone – Derek, Conrad, Vivian – were all impossibly elegant and sure of themselves, while he was the homely cousin from Iowa. Even though Conrad and Vivian were fully dressed in black tie, Derek still measured up in his jeans and leather jacket, his presence, authority, and confidence made whatever he was wearing irrelevant.
"Actually you'll want Grayson, he has a suit for you." Conrad said, musing in his head how on earth his son – who was extremely athletic and well proportioned – and this boy were the same size. He didn't realise that while Stiles' clothes didn't emphasise his body, he was pretty impressive from lacrosse and jogging.
"Second door on the left upstairs." Vivian shot at him, turning her eyes back to Derek, looking over every inch of his body.
"Uh – okay. See you soon then." Stiles looked unsurely at Derek, who was holding his ground with Conrad and Vivian, meeting their looks at him. Stiles relaxed slightly when Derek squeezed his hand and gaze him a glance and a smile, letting him know his strange behaviour was nothing to do with Stiles.
Making his way upstairs, he glanced down and saw Derek being taken through a doorway with Vivian. He felt uneasy and he didn't know why. He knew Derek was hot, but he wasn't expecting every girl at the party to be gazing at him as if they just wanted him to tear of their clothes then and there. As if he sensed Stiles' mood, Derek looked up just before he disappeared through the doorway, catching Stiles eye and sticking his tongue out. Stiles burst out laughing, his mood lifting instantly, it was just such unexpected action from Derek. A few waiters glanced up, wondering why the boy on the stairs was laughing at seemingly nothing, but Stiles didn't care, he was still too amused. Still shaking his head and giggling every few seconds, Stiles made his way across the upstairs landing, knocking on the second door on the left.
"Stiles?" The boy behind it asked when it swung open. Stiles took in a sharp intake of breath – he was absolutely gorgeous, just like the rest of the family. Dark brown curls adorned the tanned, dimpled face of a Greek god, all white teeth, strong bone structure and twinkling brown eyes. Almost without realising it, Stiles' eyes travelled down his naked torso, which was covered with small droplets of water, unable to look away from the tight, muscled body of Grayson. He wasn't Derek muscular – those big muscles – he was closer to Stiles, tall and thin, with well defined abdominals and muscle covered arms which were heavily defined while still being thin. His obliques were strong, creating the V on his hips that Stiles loved. A towel covered his legs, tied hastily and low so that a few hairs could be seen creeping out before they narrowed into his happy trail.
"Uhh -" Stiles tried to speak, but his mouth was on the ground.
"At least I know I'm attractive to gay guys!" Grayson let out a loud, carefree laugh, throwing his head back. Hey, that's my line. Stiles thought sullenly. "Come in dude, I got out a suit for you." Grayson stepped back, purposefully positioning himself so Stiles was forced to brush up against his wet torso.
He stepped into a room similar to Emily's, but with blue above the white panels instead of cream.
"Thanks for helping me out, I've never needed a suit before." Stiles muttered, trying not to stare at the dimples above the guys ass as he did something on one of his shelves.
"No problem, I wanted to meet you anyway, Emily won't stop talking about her new friend." Grayson told him, turning his head over his shoulder and smiling, dimples forming in his cheeks. Stiles blushed, partly because the guy was so hot, partly because of his revelation that Emily had been talking about him. She really was a good friend.
"I came with my friend." Stiles tried to get control of himself, remembering the much hotter man who was waiting for him downstairs. Derek's words from the conversation with Conrad came back into his head at that moment. "Or, uh, you know, my boyfriend." Stiles smiled a shy smile to himself as he spoke, saying those words made his stomach turn – in a very good way.
"That's cool." He replied, pressing a button on his stereo and flooding the room with the sounds of Azealia Banks. "Can you pass me those briefs?" He gestured to the bed, where a pair of ironed, white briefs were laid out by some black socks. Stiles grabbed them, feeling a little weird holding another guys underwear, and threw them over to him. Grayson gave him another huge smile, amusement manifesting in his eyes, before he turned around, revealing the even cuter dimples than the ones in his face once more, and dropped his towel. Stiles' jaw hit the ground for the second time in five minutes. The ass in front of him was perfection, round and firm, the heavily worked out muscles defined. It was the tiniest glimpse – the next minute it was encased in white underwear, but that didn't do much to minimise Stiles arousal. The guy turned around, his bulge barely contained, throwing another smile at Stiles.
"Jeez." Stiles ran a hand over his head, turning away. He was infatuated with Derek, that much was true, and he would take his body – and his new and improved personality – over Grayson's any day, but it was hard not to get turned on when such a beautiful man was purposefully flaunting himself.
"Oh, sorry." Grayson said as he brushed himself against Stiles on his way to the closet, clearly not sorry at all. He was getting a kick out of showing himself off and making this guy feel uncomfortable.
"So, can I get the suit?" Stiles said quickly, not wanting – or wanting very much, which was the problem – to spend any more time in here than he had to.
"Yeah, yeah. Let me just see." He rooted around in his closet, coming out with a black tuxedo jacket, before he took the few steps back to Stiles and grabbed his arms, positioning them both so they stuck out from his body. Stiles now knew why Derek felt so awkward in the store earlier, though he was sure his was much worse. Or better.
"What are you doing?" Stiles asked through his heavy breaths. Grayson was just a few inches in front of him, Stiles could see every perfect pore of his clear skin and smell the soap on him. It didn't help that he was still in his tight white underwear and nothing else.
"Just making sure we're compatible." His eyes – turned up from his huge smile – and Stiles' – wide in arousal and discomfort – were locked together. "No worries though, we fit perfectly." The innuendo behind his words was not lost on Stiles, who gulped.
"Uh – okay." The guy laughed at Stiles' words, breaking their strange moment as he pulled out two white dress shirts, another dinner jacket, and two pairs of perfectly pressed black pants.
Stiles changed with his back turned, he didn't want to reveal just how horny the guy had made him, so he never saw the guys curious eyes looking over Stiles' body. Grayson wasn't gay, he was bored, and Stiles seemed like a more than worthy choice for his first experience with a guy. Turning around a few minutes later, Stiles was ready – feeling like a fool. Grayson was ready too – feeling how he looked, perfect.
"You look great dude. Formal suits ya'." He came over to Stiles, far too close again, and began fastening the bow tie around his collar. "Even better!" He said when he finished doing up the bow tie with a flourish.
"Um – yeah, okay, thanks." Stiles was trying to catch his breath, he was so horny that he could jump on the guy right now, but thoughts of Derek still persisted in his mind, and he wanted to go downstairs and jump on him even more. "Can just use your bathroom?" Stiles asked, smiling appreciatively as he saw the guys face nodding in the mirror, where he was stood doing his own bow tie.
The bathroom was large and lavish, though very messy, with a huge tub that Stiles couldn't help but envy. Looking at himself in the mirror above the ornate sink which was surrounded by toothbrushes, deodorant, cologne, and coated with shaving foam and toothpaste that Grayson had not bothered to clean, Stiles had to blink twice to really believe he was looking at himself. If he held his face in repose – which he never did, he was always looking around, always blinking or talking or laughing – Stiles looked like he was the self assured and confident individual he wanted to be. The suit was very becoming, an almost perfect fit, emphasising Stiles' long, firm legs and narrow hips, grazing across his own tight chest. Stiles never saw these features of his body when he looked in the mirror, and it reflected by the clothes he wore; he saw a tall, awkward teenager, so he wore shirts just a little too big so they didn't stick to him, jeans that didn't fit just right as they should, and hoodys to cover it up. Derek's words earlier – in bed – had given him an ego boost, and now with this suit on he could understand what he meant.
"Damn, I look good." He said quietly, bemused. "I look freaking good!" He repeated, with a smile breaking his face open. He turned around to look from the back, blushing a little as he realised how good his ass looked in Grayson's pants, which clung to him before falling in straight lines to his ankles, kissing his thighs as they went. A knock on the door pulled him from the admiration of himself, though Grayson simply pushed it open before Stiles could get a chance to tell him to come in.
"Oh, no naked action in here, just admiring yourself?" Grayson said, cracking into another huge, amused smile and coming to stand next to Stiles, messing up his curls as he admired himself in the mirror, not shocked at all by how good he looked. The reflection showed two beautiful, impeccably dressed boys, and Stiles suddenly felt a huge wave of confidence – he looked just as good as Grayson did, plus he had a hot wolf man waiting for him downstairs.
"Thanks. This looks really good..." Stiles turned to the side, looking at the suit again.
"I'll say – you look sexy as hell man." The guy said it as a joke, but Stiles picked up on the sexual vibes. He hurried out of the bathroom, thanking Grayson again as he went and telling him he would see him downstairs, he needed to get out of there. If Grayson's blatant flirtation was to make Stiles horny, it was definitely working, but every time he thought of kissing the boy in front of him he morphed into Derek, which was so much better. Impossibly handsome Grayson had no chance against amazingly handsome Derek.
"You decent?" Stiles asked as he knocked on Emily's door, a little shocked when it flew open and a pale skinned, black clothed ball of energy threw itself into his arms.
"Oh, I'm so glad you're here." Emily beamed at him, her perfect teeth surrounded as usual by red lipstick, though this time it was a deeper red. "You look so good, I hope Grayson wasn't too flirty, he does it with everyone. Where's Derek?" She asked as she looked behind Stiles, disappointed when she saw no one.
"Uh – me too, and thanks, and downstairs, Vivian's helping him get ready." Stiles smiled at her, laughing to himself at how she seemed to be taking a page from his book tonight. Is everyone stealing my lines? First Grayson, now Emily is as excited as I usually am.
"Oh no!" Emily clasped a hand onto her mouth, laughing. "Vivan's totally going to try and jump on him. In case you didn't get Grayson's usual flirt and flaunt of his body," she took his arm as they began walking downstairs, "you should know that my family are horny as hell and love to come onto anyone they see."
"Oh, I got the flirt." Stiles laughed, glad that he had came now that he saw how happy it made Emily.
"Derek?! Der-r-r-r-ek?!" Stiles jabbed at her ribs, embarrassed, as she began shouting down the stairs, drawing strange glances from the staff who were still mulling putting the finishing touches on the night, the first guests should be arriving any minute.
"Yes?" Derek asked as he appeared in the doorway of the living room, which had been cleared to make space for guests, and was serving as a reception room where people could drink and talk.
"Fuck." Stiles muttered under his breath, his arousal shooting up far higher than it had when Grayson had been stood naked in front of him. Derek looked beautiful in his tuxedo, his muscles emphasised, his frame powerful. It was a much lower quality garment than Stiles', which had cost more than his student loans, but it looked like it was worth a million bucks (Stiles thought cheesily) with Derek in it.
"That is a hot man." Emily muttered to Stiles, not realising she was fluffing out her hair a little and smiling seductively at Derek, her go to move when she saw someone she liked. Clearly she had a lot in common with her family.
"Yeah, and he's mine so back off." Stiles joked as he freed his arm from Emily's and walked over to Derek, not knowing if he should kiss him, hug him, or worship at his feet. Derek decided for him, transferring his drink – scotch – to his other hand, and clasping Stiles' with his now free one.
"You look fucking great, you were spot on about you looking 'freaking hot'." Derek whispered, repeated Stiles' words to him, who had forgotten that Derek could hear everything he had been saying upstairs. Derek wanted to kiss Stiles, take him upstairs, and tear the clothes off his body, or even just start making out with him right here, but his mother had taught him that PDA – Public Displays of Affection – especially at events, was pretty tacky, so he contented himself with hand holding, that is, until he could get Stiles alone later.
"Nice to meet you." Emily said as she shook his hand, happy that her friend had bagged such a hot man.
"Likewise." Derek replied, a little stiffly, kind of wishing he could be nicer to strangers, especially ones that were Stiles' friends.
"Oh, darling, is this handsome man yours?" Stiles felt a delicate hand on his shoulder, smiling as Clarissa – Emily's mother, came into his view and stood beside him. "I'm Clarissa, so nice to meet you." She said to Derek, extended the same hand to him, her other firmly clutching a Martini. She had spent three hours getting ready tonight, and had emerged in an impossibly flattering, deep red gown. High necked and sleeveless, it emphasised her thin body and thin arms, which was heightened by her white blonde, drawn back hair, showing the delicate bones of her face in all their glory. White diamonds glittered in her ears, on her neck, and around her wrist. Perfect make up – done by her own make up artist – covered any imperfections on her face, of which they were few.
"Derek. Great place." He replied, his face motionless, returning to his usual surly expression, though at least it wasn't scowling.
"Not a talker I gather? No matter, I do love those strong silent types." She winked at Stiles, who smiled back, laughing a little. "You two do make a stunning couple, but I really must go and find Conrad so we can welcome the first guests."
"Okay," Stiles said as she began looking around for her husband, "and thanks for inviting me, and for loaning me the tux."
"Of course, sweetheart. Should be a fun party." At the bottom of the stairs, which she was about to head up to see if Conrad was in the bedroom, she turned, mischief glinting in her eyes, "let the games begin."