An hour had passed since the first guest – after Stiles and Derek – had arrived, and many guests were feeling the effects of the extremely potent cocktails that were being distributed by two waiters in formal jackets. Several other waiters moved around the room with trays loaded with the classic glasses of champagne, but any time a cocktail was tempted to a guest they took it – Clarissa's cocktails were legendary, and always ensured the body they went into had an amazing night.
Clarissa herself was holding court in the foyer, talking animatedly with a small group of friends. She wasn't the tallest woman in the group, and despite her beauty there were others who matched her, but she just stood a little taller; seemed a little more impressive than everyone else, and she knew it.
"- and I said to her, darling it may be Chanel but it looks more like it's from the five and dime store!" Clarissa finished her anecdote, the group around her laughing appropriately, happy just to have been invited to one of her parties.
"Oh and there's my daughters new friend, Stiles darling, come over here and introduce yourself." Stiles looked up from under his lashes, lowering the glass of champagne he had been drinking. He didn't think he would like it, but this was top of the line stuff, not the cheap and very tangy champagne he had once at one of his dads rare parties, when he had bought the cheap bottle – which had cost 75 dollars – thinking it was the height of sophistication.
"Hi, nice to meet you." Stiles said to the group as he approached, nodding a little awkwardly at them. They looked back at him appreciatively, liking the look at the smart young man in front of them, impeccably dressed in – many of the women noticed – a very pricey tux.
"Stiles is just the most darling boy, a recent addition to our fabulous city. Stiles this is John Sexton, the President of your school." She smiled up at Stiles – though it seemed more like she smiled down at him, she was so far out of his world – whilst grazing one hand against John Sexton's dinner suited arm, propelling them into a handshake.
"Uh – nice to meet you. I really love your school." Stiles mumbled, wondering how his fates had twisted to be attending an Upper East Side party with the President of New York University in attendance.
"Glad to hear that, Stiles." John replied, adding his name on the end in a deliberate show (to all those who knew him) that he approved, or at least thought this boy was important. No one in that group would argue with his assessment, anyone who knew Clarissa Von Svaller mattered in the world of high society.
"Emily tells me her and Stiles just love NYU, though to be honest," Clarissa grasped John's arm in a friendly embrace, "we would have preferred her at Yale. She got early admission but you know Emily, she wants what she wants!"
"Just like my daughter, Marissa." A well preserved heiress in her fifties said, looking over Stiles body with lust in her eyes, wondering if her Investment Banker husband would be working late tonight.
"Your Marissa is a hot little thing, ain't she? How is she enjoying Dartmouth?" A grotesquely fat man in the most expensive suit in the room asked. Everyone tolerated him because he was so rich.
Stiles stopped listening to their conversation, simply nodding and smiling now and then when everyone else did, his eyes scanning the packed room for Derek, who he knew was not here, he would have spotted him immediately.
"You know Stiles, John has some great opportunities that I'm sure you could benefit from." Clarissa told him, knowing he wasn't listening and grabbing his arm in a seemingly friendly embrace, her grip a little tighter than usual, jolting him back to life. "He does hold The Office of the President after all, I'm sure you'd just love to help Stiles, wouldn't you?" Clarissa gave John one of her best smiles, usually reserved for when she was trying to convince people to help her family.
"Oh of course, I'll get my secretary to hunt you down on Monday and we can have a meeting." John smiled.
"You should make a note, dear." Clarissa insisted. John obeyed.
"Hi." Stiles felt something on his arm, and was a little disappointed when he turned to see Emily, not Derek. "Why are you stood with these clowns?" She asked quietly, looking around at the group he was with, her mother shooting her a don't-start-anything look. "They're so old." Emily giggled.
"Emily, so nice of you to join us." John Sexton said he shook her hand before jotting down another note to hook this girl up with some opportunities at the school, it could help his own society rise after all.
"Yes, Emily. You look divine." A famous socialite decked out in a gaudy amount of diamonds told Emily, wishing she was still as thin as that.
"Aw, shucks." Emily joked, doing a little twirl for the group, the chiffon under the skirt of her dress fanning out a little. She was wearing a couture, floor length black lace creation by Yves Saint Laurent, which clung to every inch of her body on top and all the way down to her wrists, before fanning out slightly at the bottom, which was covered by more lace, letting the dress breath a little as she walked.
Stiles loved Emily, and was extremely grateful for being invited to the party, but he could feel his eyes drooping slightly, it wasn't exactly his scene – he was more interested in either spending the night in (hopefully with Derek) or going to a keg rager (again hopefully with Derek).
"I just saw Derek in the other room, looking bored." Emily told him as she turned back to Stiles after explaining her dress to a Texan beauty queen whom no one wanted there, but had to put up with because her husband was very well connected politically.
"I'm gonna go find him. Excuse me everyone." Stiles nodded to the group, giving Clarissa a smile, and even bowing slightly, which he cursed himself for as he walked away, they probably thought I was an idiot, a bow?! Good going Stillinski.
Stiles wished Emily had been more specific when she said 'the other room', after all there were a lot of rooms in this place, and Stiles found himself wandering in and out of many of them, passing through the formal living room which was clouded in cigarette smoke, through the dining room where someone playing a game of poker had just won one hundred thousand dollars, and finally into the library, which seemed to be where the younger group was hanging out, sans Derek.
"Stiles!" Vivian shouted, sat on the fourth rung of the ladders which could be used to get books at the top.
"Hi. You enjoying yourself?" Stiles asked her as he crossed the room, feeling less awkward than he would with any one else in the room because he had already met Vivian, and she seemed pretty nice.
"Not really. Where's your hot man?" She asked, a smirk on her lips. She had undressed in front of Derek earlier as she took him into the den to change, unzipping her dress and standing in her naked glory in front of him.
"That's what I'm wondering too." Stiles mused as he glanced around the room, happy to see a more relaxed atmosphere here, guys had their dinner jackets off and dress shirt sleeves rolled up as they downed glasses of champagne in what were clearly very upper class drinking games. Back in Beacon Hills it was who could take the most from the keg without vomiting. A boy who must have been around Stiles' age – 18 or 19 – walked in from the French doors leading to the balcony with a potted plant in his hands, clearly drunk and laughing hysterically.
"Oh God not the plants. I never got that obsession with bringing balcony plants inside..." Vivian mused, sipping her vodka. "Derek's out there by the way." She added, seeing how dejected Stiles was as he looked around for Derek.
"What? Where?" Stiles asked quickly, suddenly perking up. She pointed her painted red nails towards the balcony, sending Stiles shooting off. He weaved through the tuxedo clad teenagers, none of whom even looked twice at him – he just looked like them – until he got to the balcony. It was a big space, separated down the middle by a series of potted plants containing five foot yews. He could see a dark head of hair over the top of them, and headed for it, dodging a table and chairs and slipping through the space where the plant the was now in the library was supposed to be. A relieved sigh left his lips when he saw Derek stood at the edge of the balcony, resting against the balustrade. Derek smiled when he looked up and saw Stiles, he had been feeling a lot like Stiles had, wanting to be with him instead of at this party.
"Thank god." Stiles said breathlessly as he crossed the balcony, hopping over a wooden table surrounded by low, comfortable chairs and embracing Derek. "I've been looking for you for ages, it's boring as shit inside." Stiles said as he rested his head on Derek's shoulder, his arms wrapped around his back.
"I thought you would be having fun so I came out here. I know you wanted to come." Derek looked up sheepishly, feeling a little stupid for not going to find Stiles himself. He felt like he should have known Stiles was having as lousy a time as he was. "This just isn't my idea of a good party." Happy that they felt the same, Stiles planted a kiss on his lips.
"Me neither. I didn't know what to expect, I just wanted to come to support Emily, and to please their mom."
"What I really want is to be back in your bed." Derek told him in a low voice, kissing Stiles' neck, sucking hard. A soft red spot was left when he was done.
"Don't tempt me." Stiles grinned, loving how Derek couldn't keep his hands – or lips – off him. It made his stomach feel all funny when Derek touched him, it was something he had never experienced, but something he never wanted to lose.
"I'm gonna go get another drink." Stiles said with a sigh, holding up his empty glass. He definitely needed a lot more if he was going to get through the next few hours. "Come on." Stiles told Derek, who widened his eyes a little at Stiles' command.
"Okay boss." Derek said with a grin, taking Stiles' hand as they headed back to the library. A few people slurred welcomes as they walked back through the doors – one of which now had a broken pane of glass – as Stiles and Derek simultaneously wondered why everyone was so drunk, it was only ten past eight.
"These kids can't drink to save their lives." Stiles flinched a little, in shock, as he heard the voice at his ear, and soon found himself looking into the face of Grayson, still looking gorgeous, a glass of champagne in his hand.
"I'm Grayson. You must be the boyfriend." He extended his long hand, looking quizzically at Derek's scowl. "Not that you look queer or anything, oh shit that's probably an even worse thing to say, I mean it's pretty obvious by the hand holding." He looked around, a little flustered now, as Derek continued his scowl. Stiles enjoyed seeing Grayson sweat a little, perhaps it was karma from the show of his body he put on for Stiles earlier.
"This is Derek, he's a mute who communicates through interpretive dance." Stiles told Grayson, his face deadpan. Grayson laughed, but stopped when he saw the look on both of their faces, Stiles had taken a page from Derek's book and was hardly moving.
"Shit, are you serious? I'm so sorry..." Grayson looked confused and uncomfortable.
"No, you idiot." Stiles laughed, the champagne making him a little more sociable. Even Derek's mouth turned up a little, though when Grayson caught his eye it turned back to a scowl. Derek had heard everything Grayson had been saying to Stiles earlier. The one that really got him was 'pass me those briefs'. Derek was still trying to figure the guy out, he wanted to just beat the answers out of him, but he knew Stiles wouldn't like him killing his best friends brother.
"Well, good to meet you anyway." Grayson tried extending a hand again, but Derek held both of his up with a shrug, one with a scotch in, one clasped with Stiles'. He wasn't willing to free either.
"Wait!" Stiles shouted when he saw a waiter wander into the room, who looked straight forward as if teenagers weren't doing all manner of bad things. Letting go of Derek's hand he ran through the crowd, trying to catch up, leaving Derek and Grayson stood awkwardly together.
"So Stiles seems pretty nice, you got a good catch there." Grayson told Derek as he averted his gaze from Stiles running ass, wandering what it would be like to touch another guys junk, and wandering if Stiles was still an option now that he had met this huge, clearly grouchy boyfriend of his.
"Yes." Derek replied, downing his scotch and putting it onto a side table before he stepped closer to Grayson, their faces almost touching. If Grayson had been having thoughts about trying something with Derek, they vanished instantly, despite how close they were the moment was not erotic in the slightest, he was actually scared. "And if you ever flirt with him again, or I hear you asking him to pass you fucking underwear, I'll tear your head off. He's my boyfriend, got it?" Derek somehow made the word 'boyfriend' sound sinister, there was nothing cute or sweet about what he said. Grayson did a classic movie style gulp, his glass shaking from his nervous hand.
"Finally got it!" Stiles shouted happily as he worked his way back to them with a fresh drink in his hand. Derek stepped back from Grayson just before Stiles got there. "So what did I miss?" He asked with a huge grin, taking a gulp of champagne. Derek looked at Grayson knowingly, who thought he saw his eyes flash red for just a fraction of a second.
"I would also like to thank my beautiful wife, Clarissa, for arranging such a wonderful event." Polite applause followed Conrad's words as he finished his speech, smiling at his wife, who stood beside him looking regal and beautiful. "Now, if you would, please enjoy the sounds of members of the New York Philharmonic." A few musicians, who had been sat behind Conrad, erupted into classical music as he stepped back into the room proper, greeting a few close friends with handshakes and hugs.
"Pretty good." Derek said, nodding a little as he stood by the door with Stiles on one side, who was talking quietly to Emily.
"But I told him not to come here!" Emily fretted, taking a huge gulp of her cocktail. "We broke up weeks ago, but he said he wanted me back, and now he's here!"
"Where?" Stiles asked, stroking her arm and trying to calm her down. She had been stressed out as soon as her ex-boyfriend had walked into the party half an hour ago, his eyes constantly searching for her. Hiding behind a waiter had enabled her to reach the living room, where she was now stuck because she couldn't bare to face him. Her eyes kept scanning the foyer beyond the open doors, where a few guests were stood talking.
"Oh God, I think I'm gonna have a panic attack." She clutched her chest dramatically, finishing the remainder of her drink in one long gulp. Stiles had to resist the urge to laugh, she was just being so over the top. He looked to his right, giving Derek an amused smile, who returned it before listening to the music again.
"Why don't you just tell him to leave?" Stiles asked.
"I can't! Well, at least not until I've had another fifty drinks." She grabbed a second cocktail from a waiter, taking another one as an afterthought.
"When do you want to go?" Derek muttered to Stiles. He was bored now. The music was enjoyable, but he would rather be back in bed. Going to the next stage of their sexual exploration was on Derek's mind ever since Stiles had slyly slipped it into their conversation an hour or so ago, and now his whole body was hot in anticipation of the exploration Stiles said he wanted to do to him.
"Well I want to go now, but we have to stay till the auction at least." Stiles shrugged coyly, acting as if there was nothing more pressing for them to be doing.
"You know there's something better for us to do at home." Derek said through gritted teeth, staring at Stiles with lust in his eyes. Stiles' heart jumped a little when he heard Derek call his apartment 'home', but he didn't dwell on it for long, the effect he had on Derek, and Derek on him, eliminated the cutesey thoughts and replaced them with a desire for sex. A sharp intake of breath passed Derek's lips when he felt Stiles' hand on his crotch, which started to grow quickly. Good job he was wearing black.
"Are you even listening?!" Emily shouted, her words very slightly slurred.
"Of course." Stiles gave Derek's crotch a squeeze before he let go, fingers brushing across his thigh.
"There he is!" Emily used Stiles as a human shield as she watched her ex, who looked around the room searching for her.
"Just go tell him to leave." Derek growled at her, wanting Stiles all to himself. She jumped a little in shock, she had hardly spoken to him all night, but something about his determined gaze manifested inside her, suddenly, he had made her feel determined too.
"You know what, I will! Thanks Derek." She turned to him, throwing herself into his arms, wrapping her thin arms around his neck. Stiles guffawed when he saw Derek's expression of confusion and horror. Doesn't she know he only lets me do that?
"Uh – it's fine." Derek told her, trying to pry himself out of her arms. He noticed Stiles trying to hold in his laughter and shot him a look reminiscent of those he used to throw at him back in Beacon Hills. Stiles stopped immediately.
"You know, Stiles told me how nice you were, but I didn't really believe him." Tears sparkled in her eyes as she spoke. Clearly the cocktails were more potent than Clarissa would have her guests believe. "But you really are so nice!" She gave him a kiss on the cheek, forcing him to flinch involuntarily. With a last look at Derek, and kiss on Stiles' cheek, she strode towards her boyfriend, throwing her hair back and preparing herself.
"Told you she was nice." Stiles said with a lopsided grin as they watched her throw the the extra cocktail she had picked up in his face, drawing looks of horror from the other guests, before slapping him and practically throwing him into the elevator, all the while screaming obscenities.
"Yeah, a real ball of fun..." Derek cut himself off as he felt Stiles' hand once again grabbing his crotch.
"Now she's gone to take care of him we can pick up where we left off." Stiles grabbed Derek's arm, leading him into the foyer and then down a hallway where a drunk guest was napping on a chaise lounge against the wall.
"Where are we-" Derek started to ask, his question falling flat as Stiles' lips locked with his, his other hand fumbling around with the handle of a door behind him. Derek didn't need to ask where once Stiles had dragged him through into the tiny linen closet behind him, he just smiled instead. "Are you sure?" He asked.
"Are you kidding me?"
"Well... it's kind of small in here." Derek muttered lamely, he wanted to be with Stiles, the linen closet was actually kind of hot to him, as it was to Stiles.
"Good. It means we can be closer." Stiles said breathlessly, shrugging out of his jacket and kicking his shoes off, appreciatively listening to Derek doing the same thing as their lips clashed together, stubble grazing against smooth cheeks, noses brushing together, their hands roaming over each others bodies.
"Why are these shirts so tight..." Derek cursed, trying to get his hands inside Stiles' but only being able to manoeuvre his way to the small of his back.
"I thought it made me look good. And you." Stiles broke off the kiss for just a second to speak, his lips turning up in a smile, skin still touching Derek's, who could feel the smile breaking his own face.
"Here." Stiles moved his hands off of Derek and attempted to undo the buttons on his dress shirt, his fingers shaking a little from nerves, excitement, and anticipation.
"Move." Derek growled, his frustration bubbling forward as he watched Stiles attempting to open each button but failing miserably on each attempt. He kissed Stiles again, not needing to see the buttons, just popping each one free with a skilled, quick hand, till Stiles was stood with the open shirt hanging from his shoulders, his body finally exposed for Derek. Derek stroked his hands across the smooth, taut skin for a few seconds before he undid his own buttons, both of them groaning as they finally pressed their exposed torsos together. It was as if an electric field had appeared between their chests, low moans escaping either lips whenever they rubbed together, Stiles groaning the most as Derek's muscle pressed against him.
"Take these off..." Stiles said as he fumbled with the button on Derek's pants, one hand still wrapped around the man in front of him, their lips still locked together, tongues wandering onto each others. He let his hand wander over the huge, hard bulge that was straining the material as he attempted to undo the second of two buttons, his fingers shaking.
"Fuck." Derek let out a groan of relief as Stiles yanked down his pants and boxers, the dick beneath springing out, finally freed from a painful prison. Stiles stepped back for just a second, catching his breath, looking over Derek with his shirt hanging from his shoulders, his pants pooled around his waist, his member sticking out, begging to be touched. He took a massive breath, the thing was huge, definitely bigger than his own, he had felt it, of course, but it was one thing feeling a cock through underwear or pants and another thing entirely seeing it in all its glory in the half light of a linen closet.
"You look amazing." Derek muttered, seeing Stiles staring at his impressive body and growth, hoping it hadn't gave his boosted confidence a kick. Stiles was more than average in the dick department, but Derek was a freak of nature.
"I don't know if I can take it." Stiles giggled, champagne coming up as he let out a hiccup. The cuteness of it all was too much for Derek. He crossed the closet in one stride, pushing Stiles up against a wall of shelves, which shook as the two boys collided with it, a few towels falling from their positions as Derek pressed his body against Stiles, who writhed around in ecstasy beneath him, the shelves taking the toll of their passion.
"You can." Derek told him as he began biting as his neck, loving the moans that greeted him as he bit down lightly on the white skin. A part of his mind told him to be considerate of Stiles' inexperience, but his dominant side was in full swing and he couldn't bring himself to allow Stiles not to at least try.
"I know." Stiles breathed, a little unsurely, as he took hold of Derek's jaw and lifted him from nibbling on his collarbone, leaning in for a kiss before he started kissing Derek's neck, trying to repeat what Derek had done to him in bed earlier, partly because he had never done anything like this before and partly because it had felt amazing.
"Holy shit..." Derek whimpered as Stiles went to work on his nipples, his hands roaming around on Derek's back, grazing the contours of his muscles, the slightly raised patch where his tattoo was, skimming his ribs before moving to the front and tracing his abdominals with his fingers, his touch light but persistent. He kept repeating what Derek had done to him, though in some places he bit down a little harder when Derek's moans weren't as loud as he would have liked, some places he kissed just a little longer, covering every beautiful muscle as he moved down, eventually ending up on his knees, Derek's cock just a few inches from his face.
"Damn..." Stiles muttered, thinking for a second how unfair it was, before he took hold of his member, the other snaking around Derek's muscular hips, dangerously close to his ass. He held it for a second, half admiring, half not knowing what to do. He let instinct take over as he licked the head, tasting the slightly tangy but surprising pleasant taste of his pre-cum, letting his other hand engulf the shaft as he took another tentative taste.
"Oh fuck Stiles." Derek muttered from above, his eyes closed, flashing open every now and again to take in the unbelievable sight of Stiles on his knees in front of him. He had his hands on his shoulders, fingers every now and then stroking his hair, trying to resist the urge to push Stiles down and make him take it all like he usually did with his conquests. But Stiles wasn't just a regular conquest.
"How is it?" Stiles asked between a smile, hoping he was doing okay but knowing he was by the moans on Derek's lips. Derek didn't respond, he just guided Stiles' head back to his cock with a huge smile on his face. Finally drawing up the courage to actually take it onto his mouth he opened his lips as wide as he could, marvelling at how it felt as he slipped the head of Derek's cock into his mouth, followed by part of his long shaft. As his mouth took in more and more, he let his tongue go crazy, not really knowing if he was doing it right but just doing what he thought would have felt good on himself. He could hardly remember how Derek had made it so good yesterday, he had been so horny it was like he got amnesia when he came. His head started bobbing up and down as he got used to taking more and more, letting it graze on the inside of his cheek as he forced it into his mouth, almost smiling at how easy and enjoyable it was, but resisting when he realised his smile might force his teeth down on Derek.
"Oh my fucking god." Derek's moans from above let Stiles know he was doing it right, his body and mind relaxing as he realised he was pleasing him. He had felt Derek's hands on the back of his head, pushing down a little before Derek's restraint took over, but he knew he wanted Stiles to take more it it. With little effort, Stiles moved down further, grabbing Derek's ass with both hands from behind and driving the cock deeper into his mouth, his throat soaking it to about the half way point as he tried to take more of it.
"Stiles, you don't have too..." Derek whispered, praying that he would ignore him. Which he did. Derek bucked his hips a little in response, holding Stiles head down for a few seconds and he let him get used to it, wincing as he forced him down further and heard him gag.
"I'm fine." Stiles smiled up at him as he came off for a second, focusing on the head again as he got over the shock of gagging, trying to lubricate his throat as he went to work. He rubbed his hands over any part of his body he could reach as he sucked and bobbed up and down, hands tracing his hips, his thighs, his abs, his ass. Derek's body was on fire, and after a few minutes he thrust Stiles down onto him again, letting him come up as soon as he felt a slight resistance before pushing him back to wherever he felt comfortable again, getting a little further and a little faster each time, his pushing slowing and the buck of his hips increasing as he forced himself in and out of Stiles' beautiful mouth.
"Oh, yeah." Derek moaned as Stiles took nearly all of his cock in his mouth, a few fingers covering the last few inches of shaft. As Stiles was forced – or not, half of it was his own initiative – up and down, he let his tongue lick up and down the shaft, pressing into the sensitive underside before tracing as much of the head he could in the second that it was available, loving how Derek whimpered and moaned above him in anticipation of the next second, and the next, and the one after. He tried to force more down him as he felt Derek's body tensing, his orgasm imminent, but he couldn't get it down without gagging.
"Fuck!" Derek shouted, taking his hands off Stiles' head, giving him a chance to move as the orgasm built up inside him, but Stiles was determined to return the favour Derek had given him earlier, and kept on going, licking and sucking, once even biting down slightly, a little shocked when Derek let out a long, deep moan above him and he felt his mouth being filled up with the salty substance, thrown off slightly when he kept swallowing but more kept coming, the drawn out moan from above continuing until he felt the cock, still in his mouth, deflating.
"Phew!" Stiles said with a smile, letting the dick out of his mouth a little reluctantly, he hadn't really expected being the one giving head to be so good for him as well as Derek. He sat back, legs folded over beneath him, looking up at Derek from under his lashes, a white smear coming from the corner of his mouth and dripping onto his chin.
"You're a natural." Derek said with a satisfied smile as he dropped down to Stiles' level, not bothering to pull up his trousers. He traced the white on Stiles' face with his fingers, coming in for a kiss, his mouth cleaning up the excess, turning himself on as he tasted himself on the lips of his lover. Stiles lifted himself up a little, straddling Derek as they kissed, wanting nothing more than to make a bed out of the fallen towels and go to sleep with their bodies entwined. Their arms wrapped around respective bodies, heads resting on each others shoulders as they just held each other for a moment, Derek's lips tracing light kisses across the bones of Stiles' shoulder.
"We have to go back..." Derek muttered after they had been sat like that for a while, neither one wanting to leave the comfort of the others arms and return to the party.
"No, no, no." Stiles kissed Derek's neck with syllable, his hands tracing unknown patterns in his back, thighs tightly clamped around Derek's.
"C'mere." Derek lifted his hands from Stiles' waist with a pang of sadness, starting to do up the buttons on his white shirt as Stiles sighed and did the same to him, his fingers much more assured now that his nerves had abated. Derek stood up, pulling his underwear and pants back over his semi-hard arousal, tucking the shirt in as he did the two buttons and zipped his fly.
"Shit, I don't know how to do these." Stiles held up the bow tie, looking at Derek with wide eyes, hoping he knew how.
"Me neither." They both laughed, Derek leaving his top button open and flinging the bow tie around the collar while Stiles left his own button open but tucked the bow tie away into his pocket with his phone and keys.
"That was amazing." Stiles said, grabbing Derek's arm just before he opened the door and drawing him back in for another long, passionate kiss. With a sigh from both of them and a turn of the handle, they headed back into the party, fully satisfied.
The party was in full swing when they left. It seemed that limitless wealth did not inhibit drinking, in fact, Stiles thought, it had accelerated it. May of the guests who had arrived looking impeccable earlier were now looking a little worse for wear, though their smiles made up for it. Laughter filled each room as they strode through, passing the more serious and sober formal living room, where Clarissa – ever the diligent hostess, not allowing herself to get drunk – was entertaining her guests with stories. He caught her eye, blushing as she raised her eyebrows while looking over the slight flush in his cheeks, the missing bow tie, and the self satisfied smile on his face.
A few guests were stood waiting for the elevator, coats wrapped around them, laughing and talking amongst themselves.
"People are leaving, lets go." Derek squeezed Stiles' hand, desperate to go to sleep. Stiles had utterly drained his energy, and he was desperate to crawl into bed with him.
"Let me just go say bye to Emily." Stiles returned the squeeze, rushing off to the library to see if Emily was there. A good fifteen minutes passed before he returned, Derek tapping his feet in frustration as he leaned against the wall, watching three lots of guests descend in the elevator.
"Finally." A snarl was on his lips.
"Jeez, I couldn't find her, come on." Stiles grabbed his hand as they slipped into the elevator, which was about to close and descend for guests on another floor. Blissfully the small box was empty, Derek immediately pushing Stiles up against the wall, both of them laughing as several buttons lit up, pushed by Stiles' arching back.
The doorman hailed the two of them a cab as they stood by the doors, under the shelter of the awning to protect them from the rain.
"Where too?" The cab driver asked as they slipped in the back, his rugged face creeping in through the cab in the perspex between the front and back.
"West Village." Stiles told him as he sank back into the worn leather, feeling his own weariness overcoming him. Derek took his hand between them, neither speaking much except to comment on something trivial, watching the rain as they drove, their driver thankfully avoiding some of the gridlocked streets. Derek paid the fare as they pulled up outside the apartment building, ignoring the twenty Stiles was holding up, smiling warmly at him as he slipped Stiles hood up (he had grabbed the hoody from Grayson's room before he left) his fingers brushing against his waist as they jogged to the door.
Twenty minutes later the two of them were ready for bed, having both brushed their teeth with Stiles' toothbrush and stripping off, leaving the window open so they could hear the sound of the rain, occasionally interrupted by voices from the below or from cars splashing through the streets.
"I'm glad you came tonight." Stiles muttered as he stroked Derek's damp hair.
"Mm." The soft grunt was the only reply, Derek felt so relaxed with his head on Stiles, chest, his naked leg thrown over the younger boy, fingers slowly circling the skin of his hips as he laid there, breathing in his scent.
"You know I'm a virgin." His eyes were drooping, his mind relaxing.
"I know." Derek replied slowly, neither of them moving.
"You don't mind?" Stiles asked quietly, his eyes opening just an inch.
"No." It was all Stiles needed to hear. He had already known the answer on some unconscious level, but finally saying it meant that Derek knew almost everything about him, at least in terms of sexual experience. He couldn't have wished for a better teacher, a better lover, a better friend.