Note: Sorry for the wait guys. I've been busy working on other stories and updating my a03 page.
"Haha, that was classic," Stiles stated with a content look on his face, as the end credits scrolled down the television in front of him.
"You can take away my house, all my tricks and toys. One thing you can't take away? I am Iron Man." Stiles said in a deep voice, over to his friend sitting on the couch next to him.
"Uh-huh, whatever you say, dude," Scott replied, not paying attention, busy texting on his phone.
Stiles frowned noticing.
"Hello, earth to Scott." The teen voiced, waving his hands in front of his friend's face, breaking his connection with his phone.
Scott looked up, "Wha-what? Were you saying something?"
"Yes, I was. I was saying many awesome things but you will never know because you're not listening to me."
Scott rolled his eyes at his friend, "I think I'll survive."
"Ouch. That hurt, but I'll forgive you, this time. Now, what do you want to watch next? Spiderman or the greatest ever, "I am Batman."?
"That's not even the name of the movie, you just like saying that."
"Damn straight, "I. am. Batman."
Scott chuckled at his friend and shook his head from side to side.
"I should go. it's getting late." Scott said getting up from the couch.
"Dude, it's only eleven," Stiles replied, as he popped a new movie into his DVD player.
"Yeah, and I have school tomorrow," His friend claimed, grabbing his jacket off the arm of the couch, and sliding it back on.
"Yeah. In the afternoon. Come on man, you can spend the night. We hardly ever get to hang out anymore. Plus, Danny has a private stash of alcohol he keeps behind the cereal, we can totally get drunk and be kids again." Stiles argued.
"As tempting as that sounds, Allison asked if I could come over and I kind of said yes," Scott said with a slight blush on his cheeks.
Dude, on guy's night?" Stiles voiced, sounding hurt.
"Sorry man, I'm a guy with needs, and you as my friend… can't satisfy them," Scott replied with a shrug, heading towards the door.
"You're the worst friend ever." Stiles pouted from his spot, slouching down on the sofa with his arms folded into his chest.
"Really Stiles? The guilt trip."
"Yup." The teen replied, turning to face the television, completely ignoring his friend by the door.
"I'm free Tuesday. We can hang out then." Scott claimed.
"I can't Tuesday, I'm busy."
"Really, with what?" He asked arching an eyebrow.
"I'll be busy ignoring my friend of ten years, that chose pussy over his best friend." Stiles snapped, before clicking a button on his remote control, playing the intro of the next movie.
"You are being so extra right now, man."
The teen turned to face Scott once more, giving him the W gesture with his fingers before replying, "Whatever."
"You know, maybe you should hit up that guy tonight. You clearly need to get off again. You are way too tense."
Stiles just glared at the screen in front of him and let out a huff.
"Later man!" Scott called out before shutting the door.
"I need to get laid? Hmph. You need to get laid. Lamest guy's night ever." The teen grumbled under his breath as his favorite bat-wearing superhero came on screen.
Stiles took a sip of his coke and shoveled handfuls of butter popcorn into his mouth, munching away as a fight scene came onto the screen.
He mimicked the moves punching the air right along with the famous Batman.
"BAM, BAM! Yeah, that's what I'm talking about! Did you see that move, dude?" Stiles said excitedly, turning to face his friend on the couch only to remember he was all alone.
He frowned at the empty spot, and then at the screen in front of him.
"Fuck it." He voiced turning off the tv and heading straight to the kitchen for the alcohol.
He grabbed a bottle of rum, a drinking glass, and a box of Lucky Charms and brought them over to the coffee table. He took the rest of his coke which was half full, and poured the remainder into the drinking glass, he then took the rum and dumped a generous amount inside. He took a sip and winced a bit at the strong taste.
"God damn, that's strong!" He claimed, smacking his lips together several times, before bravely taking another sip.
By the time it was one in the morning, Stiles finished his full glass of rum coke which was mostly rum, and was now drinking straight rum and snacking on some cereal, feeling a nice buzz.
He laughed away at the late-night cartoons that were airing on the tv, enjoying his freedom, knowing Danny had the night shift and would not be home until nine in the morning. He thought about all the things he could do alone in the apartment, things he wanted to do but was never able to do with a roommate around most of the time. A slow smile spread to his lips at the thought of getting off.
Stiles had always wanted to try getting off in the living room. It was spacious compared to his tiny room and housed the only tv set in the joint. Which had porn channels to boot. He could finally watch some decent porn on a large screen with elbow room and be as loud as he wanted. He suddenly felt like he won the lottery. His dick too, apparently, as he felt a couple of jerks down below in his sweatpants.
Stiles headed over to his room on a mission. He grabbed the tissues off the top of his dresser and opened the drawer in search of some lube when something else caught his attention.
Stiles fished out a small, black rectangular-shaped business card, and sat on the edge of his bed. He stared at the gold-trim Triskelion symbol on one side, before flipping it over and viewing the fancy gold writing on the other.
Card:
HALE Enterprises
CEO Derek Hale
Phone Number: 323-763-4901
Email:
Stiles headed back out to the living room and took another swig of his drink for liquid courage, before he began plugging away the numbers into his cell phone. His vision was a little blurry and his reaction a little slower as the alcohol took effect. He brought the phone up to his ear and listened as it started to ring.
Suddenly a female voice filled the air, "You have reached the answering service of Mr. Hales's office, we are currently out of the workplace. Please leave a message and we will get back to you as soon as possible, thank you." Beep.
"Hello Derek, or should I say Mr. Hale?" Stiles voiced with a chuckle.
"That's funny… don't you think that's funny? Mr. Hale. It's so official… especially after we…you know…any who, I was just sitting here, thinking…" Beep.
If you are satisfied with your message press one, If you would like to start over press two.
"Son of ah…" Stiles voiced frustrated, before pressing two.
"…We are currently out of the workplace. Please leave a message and we will get back to you as soon as possible, thank you." Beep.
"Hey, yeah, me again. Stiles… I was wondering if you wanted to…you know… but you're not even there…are you? Derek, pick up…" Beep.
"Ugh!"
The teen pressed the redo button, once more.
"…Please leave a message and we will get back to you as soon as possible, thank you." Beep.
Things became a blur after that, and before he knew it, Stiles passed out on the couch, hugging the box of Lucky Charms to his chest with his mouth ajar, snoring away.
Ring, ring.
Stiles shifted a bit on the sofa, trying to get comfortable, not wanting to get up just yet.
Ring, ring.
The teen let out a low moan in protest and with closed eyes stretched an arm out in search of his phone, feeling against the coffee table for it, patting anything down that he came across.
Once his hand came across the rectangular device, he grabbed it, knocking over the box of cereal onto the floor in the process.
"Ah, shit." He mumbled under his breath, finally opening his eyes, and glancing down to see the box on its side, and a good amount of its contents spread out on the tiles below.
Ring, ring.
Stiles made a mental note to clean the mess later, and pressed the talk button on his cell, bringing it to his ear.
"Yello."
"Did you just say yellow? A man on the line asked.
"Maybe. Who's this?" Stiles questioned, glancing down at his caller ID not recognizing the number.
"You forgot what my voice sounds like already?"
Stiles quickly sat up on the couch, now fully alert, "Derek?"
"Bingo."
"B-I-N-G-O, B-I-N-G-O, B- I-N-G-O, and Bingo was his name-o." The teen sang along unable to help himself.
"Okay, I'm hanging up now. Derek voiced into the receiver.
"Oh, come on. You must have some form of immaturity in your body."
"Nope, I'm as stiff as they come."
"That's what he said," Stiles replied with a smirk, silently congratulating his joke-making skills.
"I fell right into that one, didn't I?"
"Yes, you did." The teen said with a snicker before a thought came over him, "Wait, how did you get my number?"
"You gave it to me."
"I did?"
"On your resume," Derek answered, with the phone tucked between his ear and shoulder, as he typed something into his computer.
"Isn't that like an invasion of privacy?"
"I think we crossed that line when you let me fuck you."
"True," Stiles said with a small chuckle before the line grew quiet.
"Is there a reason for this call, or were you just bored?" The teen suddenly asked.
"I'm the CEO Stiles, bored is one thing I'm not allowed to be."
"Sucks to be you."
Derek glanced over at his work phone noticing the number of lines blinking red, full of people waiting to talk to him, and then moved his eyes over to the pile of paperwork on his desk he still needed to go through, before replying, "Sometimes. Anyway, to answer your question, I was thinking about what you said about your current situation, and I thought maybe we could come to some arrangement."
"My situation? Arrangement?" The teen asked confused.
"You mentioned you were struggling money-wise."
"I did?"
"Yes, you talked about it quite a bit… you know… in the phone message you left on my office line last night."
Stiles sat in confusion retracing his drunken steps from the prior night, when suddenly a memory hit him like a trainwreck.
"…Please leave a message and we will get back to you as soon as possible, thank you." Beep.
"You ever wonder what you're doing with your life? I've been wondering that a lot lately… I dropped out of college… I'm currently unemployed and I'm on the verge of being homeless. My dad doesn't know. I'm afraid to tell him. Anyway, call me or don't." A drunken Stiles voiced into the phone.
"If you're satisfied with this message…"
"Fuck no, I'm not sending that."
Stiles pressed a button.
"Message saved."
"What?! Shit balls! Ahhh!" He tossed his phone on the sofa with a cushioned thud.
"Fuck it," The teen said to himself before downing the rest of his drink, falling back into the couch and passing out.
His once calm eyes grew wide in embarrassment, "Fuck. Please, tell me I didn't."
"You can imagine my surprise when I came in this morning, and pressed the button on my answering machine, thinking I was going to hear the average office message only to find a drunken teen confessing his problems."
"Oh my god! Excuse me, I'm going to go kill myself now." Stiles expressed, rubbing his face as he felt his cheeks heat up with color.
Derek let out a chuckle, and held his cell in his grip, as he leaned back in his office chair, replying, "Stiles, it's ok. I think I can help you out."
"What am I, a pity fuck? You're actually going to hire me to work for you because you feel bad?"
"Not exactly."
"I'm not following."
"Look, you need something and I need something. I think we could come to an understanding and help each other out."
"I see, and what is it exactly that you need from me?" Stiles asked curious.
Derek took a moment and looked out across the way to the front desk area, where Lydia was busy answering the phone. He turned in his chair to eye the skyscrapers outside before he continued.
"How do I say this without sounding like a pervert?"
"Too late." The teen replied with a snicker.
"Stiles."
"Okay, okay. Try me."
"I was thinking, you need money for living and supplies, and I could use some… company at times, maybe we can come to an arrangement of some kind to satisfy both our needs. What do you think?" Derek asked as he slowly moved side to side in his computer chair.
There was a pause of silence on the line causing Derek to halt all movement.
"Wait, let me get this straight. You want to pay me to lend you, my company?"
"Correct."
"Sexually, or on a friend level?"
"As much as I love your humor, I was thinking strictly sexual," Derek replied, swerving back around to face his desk.
Stiles snorted. "You really know how to make a guy feel wanted."
Derek stood up straight in his chair, tensing up a bit, worried he might have offended the teen.
"I'm not good at wording this. It would be mainly sexual, but there might be some functions in the future that I need you to come with me as my guest. We can deal with that when the time comes." He replied, glancing down at his planner, and mentally cringing at the many upcoming events written inside.
"I see. How much are we talking?"
"Excuse me?"
"Money, how much?"
"How much do you need?"
"A million dollars, cough it up." The teen joked.
Derek rolled his eyes.
"Can you be serious for one minute? I'm seriously thinking about withdrawing my offer."
"All right, all right. I had my fun. Five thousand."
"A month?"
"A week."
"You must be joking."
"I'm in a lot of debt."
"Two thousand a week." Derek countered.
"Deal."
"Meet me in my office later today, around five. I'll have the contract ready for you by then." Derek said, going back to his computer, and typing a note to remind him to take time to draw up the agreement.
"Contract?" The teen questioned.
"Yes, I'm a businessman. I'm careful."
Stiles rolled his eyes.
"You really think I'm gonna try to sue you? I wouldn't even have the money for it. I would literally have to borrow money from you just to sue you." He argued.
"Stiles, just say yes."
"Fine. Yes, I'll come later to sign your thingy."