"I thought you would kill that bastard," Braeden greeted him when Peter entered his room. Still ugly wallpapers on thin walls, he should change that soon but for now, he was just glad to be home again. So to speak, he had another look around the sad, impersonal room. Maybe he should start looking into something long-term. But first, he had to have that talk with Derek. After today it was a miracle that he even wanted to talk to Peter, though.
"Is there a reason why you are in my room?" Peter put his keys on the table and shrugged out of his jacket.
"Just wanted to make sure that you made it back safely." She put her feet down and set up straighter. "I gave you a fucking knife two days ago. What the hell were you thinking, threatening him with that stupid souvenir?"
"It worked." Since she was occupying the only chair, Peter sat down at the foot of the bed. A bed he had no intention to sleep in ever again. "Things would be way messier if I cut his throat for real. My shirt would be ruined."
"And you would be the one behind bars now."
"That too."
A blind man firing a gun at people was enough for the police to keep him for now and according to Stiles the things he'd set up were trickling in and would keep him in jail until everything blew up in his face. Stiles was confident that this Officer Parrish would have built up a solid case to come down hard on Deucalion soon.
"What kept you anyway?" Braeden changed the topic. "I've been waiting here for over an hour. Don't tell me you had victory sex with Stiles." She wrinkled her nose at that thought.
"Had to find a shop that can fix a car over the weekend." It would have been less expensive if he'd given it a few more days but he wanted the car ready by the time Danny came home from this field trip. All he knew about this guy was that he was a friend of Isaac who just happened to be in the car with them. Because of that randomness, it felt even more important to get his car fixed.
"When did your car get damaged?" Braeden frowned, trying to pinpoint when that could have happened.
"Not mine, Danny's," Peter corrected. "The one Derek was driving. They rammed him before he got away."
"Okay, that makes sense. I guess?" Braeden didn't sound convinced. "You're getting soft."
"It has been said." Peter felt a smile playing on his lips. Maybe getting a bit soft wasn't that bad of a thing. "It just felt right."
"You're not doing this to gain points with your nephew so you can continue fucking his husband, are you?" She narrowed her eyes on him.
"No." Peter shook his head. "Derek is too smart to be manipulated like that. He's learned that lesson." Did he smell smoke? "That was not my intention, I just want to do what's right." He spread his hands in a helpless gesture.
"Peter Hale." She shook her head at him but her eyes were soft. "I never thought that I would see this side of you. I would have sworn that you don't have this side."
"What can I say? I'm full of surprises."
They agreed to lay low for a few more days just in case but there was no reason to stay this low. Peter had another look around the depressing room.
Since Peter was out of a car right now and Braeden only had her bike with her, they took a cab to the hotel. Luck was on their side for once and they got two rooms on short notice.
"Are you a platinum member or something that you stick to this hotel?" Braeden asked on their way into the building.
"The cheese platter is good." Peter held the door open for her.
"Just make sure to keep the curtains closed."
Peter wasn't sure where Stiles stood, if they should wait or if they would have wild victory sex while Derek was out of town, and he didn't want to come across as pushy so he waited for Stiles to make the first move.
Peter did order the cheese platter on Saturday.
"Back to the roots?" Stiles commented when Peter let him into the room that evening.
"The hotel or the cheese?" Peter asked and took his jacket. He could be a gentleman.
"Both, I guess," Stiles said and snatched a piece of cheese off the plate. He popped it into his mouth and started to chew violently. Not everybody was a gentleman it seemed. At least he was chewing with his mouth closed.
"How's Derek?" Peter asked. Usually, they had a strict rule to not mix private matters into this but he wanted to know.
"Happily chasing stars," Stiles answered around another bit of cracker and cheese. "I missed this."
Peter did not ask if meant the reason they were here or the cheese platter. He wasn't sure if he would like the answer. So instead he sat down as well and reached for bread and butter. One could eat this civilized and not like a caveman.
"Any news on Deucalion?" Peter asked. So far Peter had not heard anything which he counted as a good sign. Most likely Kali was busy cleaning up the mess, he should give her a call in a few days. But for now, strengthening his relationship with Satomi seemed like a good idea. He might have built up a reputation with humiliating the blind man like that. It might open up some interesting business opportunities.
"Stop worrying about him, he's gone." Stiles licked the pad of his thumb. "Should be all over the news in a day or two. You should kiss my ass for taking care of that problem for you."
"I was wondering what your plans for the evening were." Peter took a sip of his wine glass. Not enough to get tipsy but good cheese called for a fine wine to go with it.
"I'm not saying no to a good rim job." Stiles didn't even look at him, focusing on the platter in front of him.
"I could eat you out until you beg me to fuck you," Peter said while he pondered over blue cheese or cheddar. "And then I'll just continue to eat you out. I can already hear you whimper while you shamelessly fuck yourself on my tongue. If you make really pretty noises I might reach around and let you fuck my fist."
"Dammit, Peter." Stiles groaned.
"And then, when you're nice and sloppy and already lying in your own come, I'm going to fuck you for real."
"Do it." The cheese forgotten Stiles came over to straddle his lap. Their lips met in a hungry kiss and when they parted, Peter was met by a dark gaze. "Do it but leave the fist. Make me come with just your tongue up my ass. Can you do that?"
"Only one way to find out." Peter slid his hand under Stiles' shirt and with his palm between his shoulder blades he brought him close again for another kiss.
Peter could do it.
It took a while, though. By the time Stiles spilled his release, he was helplessly crying into the pillow, hands clawing at the sheets, and hips humping aimlessly into nothingness. To prevent him from humping the mattress and getting some extra friction from there, Peter had kept him up on his knees, thighs spread wide to give him better access.
Peter felt him spasm around the tip of his tongue when Stiles finally came with a strangled cry. Peter tongue-fucked him through the aftershocks of his orgasm before he let him collapse on the bed.
Fisting his own achingly hard cock Peter admired the view for a moment. Stiles' balls were glistering with saliva which had run down the inside of his trembling thighs as well. But then he couldn't hold back any longer and with one smooth roll of his hip, Peter buried himself to the root in Stiles' loose, wet hole. Stiles whimpered under him but didn't even try to move.
Chasing his own release Peter didn't hold back and just took what he needed. It didn't take long until he came with a grunt deep in Stiles.
"I'm not going to move ever again," was Stiles' first sign of life after several minutes. Long enough for Peter to wonder if he'd drifted off to sleep. Peter didn't feel like moving either but somebody needed to get at least a wet cloth and a towel before they could draw the blanket over them for a nap. Looked as if that one was Peter.
"We should do this again sometime," Stiles said once he was dry and cozy under the blanket. "At least for as long as you stay here in New York."
"I was thinking about something more permanent than a hotel room," Peter admitted. "If that's okay with you and Derek." They were lying in the dark, both fucked out and sleepy, it was easy to admit things like that.
"Derek said something about lunch with you on Thursday," Stiles said with a yawn.
"Did he say that before or after yesterday?" Peter raised an eyebrow at him which got lost in the darkness. He could make out Stiles' form but not his features. Which was probably for the better.
"Before," Stiles said. "But he called me once they had set up camp yesterday. He asked about you."
Peter didn't know what to say to that.
Sure enough, on Monday he got a message from Derek if he wanted to have lunch with him on Thursday.
They met at the same coffee shop just off campus they had used before. Out of habit, Peter scanned the crowd for familiar faces when he entered the building but aside from Derek who was already sitting at the same table in the corner, Peter did not spot anybody he knew.
They greeted each other and Peter took a seat across from Derek but then neither of them knew how to proceed. The waitress brought them coffee and the menus which gained them some time.
"I don't know what to say," Peter finally broke the silence. "I'm sorry. If I had known that Deucalion would come after you …"
"I know." Derek nodded. "Stiles says that that problem is solved."
"It was in the news yesterday," Peter said. "They got him for multiple murders, even if he manages to wiggle his way out of that, which I doubt, Stiles was thorough, he's out. Last I heard his second in command has taken over and she's more than busy with defending what's left of the organization against the vultures."
This was nothing Derek wanted to hear details about, to him it was enough that the problem was solved so Peter tried to come up with something else to say. He already felt that awkward silence creeping back in.
"Anyway, how was your weekend?" He asked the first thing that came to mind. "I hope the rest went better than the start."
Peter almost regretted asking just minutes later because Derek launched into a detailed report of his weekend. Mainly about the thing they had been out there to observe in the first place. Peter's head swirled with all the astronomical terms but there were enough little things Derek talked about to keep it interesting for Peter. He didn't know who Erica was but now he knew that she tended to forget about the marshmallow she was holding over the flames and would burn every single one of them if her friends didn't remind her. Or that Isaac and Danny were co-owning a telescope and were very particular about how long the other one was allowed to use it.
Peter leaned back in his seat and just listened to Derek for almost an hour. Usually, Stiles was the talkative one but today it was Derek whose eyes lit up when he talked about a topic he enjoyed.
"The small screen doesn't do them justice but look at these." Derek showed him some of the pictures Allison had taken on his phone. "She says she's more into digital art but look at them."
In the end, Derek had to hurry to get to his next class but Peter left the coffee shop with an invitation for dinner on Sunday so he gathered that he was forgiven.