The music was pumping, flashes of lights moving to the beat, drinks flowing, muffled chatter all around, and people dancing down on the floor without a care in the world.
"This is not what I had in mind," Scott said from his stool with a blank look on his face, as the bartender came over with their drinks.
"Relax man, live a little," Stiles replied, giving his friend's shoulder a playful pat before reaching over and grabbing his beer, taking a swig. "Oh yeah, that hits the spot." He expressed with a smile on his lips.
Stiles glanced over at his friend's untouched soda and raised a curious eyebrow.
"You sure you don't want a beer, man?"
"We shouldn't even be here, what if we get caught?" Scott said under his breath as he looked side to side worried.
Stiles rolled his eyes, "Dude, don't be lame. You're killing my buzz."
"I rather not go to jail. Some of us still have school in the morning." Scott replied, taking a small sip of his Coke.
The teen finished off his beer before calling out to the bartender, "Yo, over here! I'll take another."
The young man with caramel-colored skin and short jet-black hair, in full uniform, came over with a wash towel and glass in hand, still in the middle of cleaning it. He gave Stiles a disapproving look, setting the glass and towel down on the counter, and leaned over so only the teen could hear him, "Stiles, I'm cutting you off."
"What? After one drink? You're fucking with me, right?" He voiced with a playful smile on his lips.
"I shouldn't have even given you the first one. I'm not trying to get fired, I need this job." The guy stressed.
"Danny, come on, after all we have been through?"
"Especially, after everything we have been through." He snapped annoyed, thinking back to some of the crap situations the teen had put him through over the years.
"Okay, bad example, but come on, I'm good for the money. I'll even give you a big tip." Stiles said, taking a twenty-dollar bill out of his pocket, and waving it in the air.
"I said no, Stilinski," Danny argued, grabbing the glass and towel off the counter and turning to walk away.
"Really Danny? What about all those car tickets I talked my dad out of for you? Is loyalty dead?"
Danny muffled under his breath before turning back around to face a wide-smiling Stiles.
He tossed the towel over his shoulder, bent down, and grabbed a new beer bottle, shoving it into the teen's awaiting hand, before snatching the twenty out of his other.
"Last one." He warned before turning and walking off.
"Thanks, Danny!" Stiles yelled out, taking a mouthful of the brew.
"You are unbelievable dude. I can't believe you got stubborn Danny to give in. Is there anything you can't do?" Scott voiced amazed.
"Nope," Stiles answered smugly, before turning his attention to the woman bartender nearby, "Excuse me, can I have one of those umbrella garnish thingies, the ones you guys use for fancy drinks?"
Scott gave his friend a questioning look, as Stiles thanked the bartender, with an umbrella in hand.
"What is that for?"
Stiles leaned over and placed the Hawaiian-looking umbrella in Scott's coke.
"There you go, man. Now you have a party in your glass."
"You're never going to change, are you?" Scott asked, eyeing the decor.
"Not if I can help it," Stiles replied taking another swig of beer.
"Dude, you can't drink away your problems. you know that, right?"
"Why not? It's fun."
Scott shook his head, moving the umbrella to the side and sipping his Coke.
Stiles looked out to the sea of people on the floor, scanning around the different clubgoers. There were couples bumping and grinding, singles sticking to their group of friends, dancers cutting up the dance floor, and wannabes doing the two-step. Overall, the club had a large variety of people both young and old.
It seemed like a regular club night, until the teen's eyes landed on a suit. And not just any suit, the very suit he got into an argument with that morning, the same suit he had an interview with and got rejected by later on.
"Holy shit, I know that guy."
Scott looked out toward the crowd, curious about whom his friend was referring to, noticing the businessman. The man was the only one wearing a suit and looking very uncomfortable, standing on the dance floor like an old stiff with a frown on his face, as others danced freely around him.
"He looks a bit out of his element," Scott said, taking another sip of his drink.
"No shit. I'm gonna go have some fun." Stiles voiced, taking one last swig of his beer before getting up from his stool.
"Make sure he wears protection!" Scott shouted out as Stiles chuckled, heading into the sea of people, and making his way over.
"You look lost! The teen shouted over the music, grabbing the man's attention.
His eyes widened when he realized it was Stiles.
"What?!"
"I said you look lost, are you?!"
"What?!" Mr. Hale yelled, straining to hear over the loud music, his face wrinkled up in stress.
Stiles chuckled at his discomfort.
"I'm sorry, I can barely hear you?!"
"Come on, follow me!" The teen voiced, gesturing with his hands to follow.
The man walked closely behind Stiles, passing by the crowd of people as if, the group was a traffic jam they were trying to avoid, swerving left and right before making a break to a quieter, less crowded area by the VIP section.
"What are you doing here? This doesn't really seem like your scene." Stiles asked amused.
"It's not. I'm here trying to close a deal with some potential clients, who seem to like the party scene more than the business scene." Mr. Hale claimed, gesturing with his hand over to a group of older men out on the dance floor, who were trying to pick up some younger chicks.
Stiles chuckled as he watched the gray-haired, pot-belly men, doing old man moves out on the floor, trying to impress a group of ladies' way out of their league.
"Oh man, good luck with that."
"Thanks, I'm going to need it." Mr. Hale said, cringing at the sight, before bringing his attention back to the teen in front of him. "I'm surprised you're still going at it."
"Hmm, what do you mean?"
"Weren't you recovering from a hangover earlier, or was that all BS?" He asked, raising an eyebrow in question.
"Oh Nah, that was true. But I'm young. I bounce back quickly." The teen said with a flirty wink.
"Apparently." Mr. Hale voiced, giving him a once over. "How's your stamina elsewhere?"
Stiles smirked and leaned in close to the man's ear, letting his lips brush teasingly against his skin, as he spoke, "Pretty good."
He took in a deep inhale of the man's cologne, enjoying the nice earthy cedarwood and calming lavender mixture, and watched as Mr. Hale's Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he gulped. The teen slowly backed away from the man, before asking, "Yours?"
"Everlasting." The man replied with a spark in his eyes.
Stiles originally came over to save the poor rich stiff from his misery, he didn't think flirting was in the cards or that a hot businessman like Mr. Hale would even be interested, but the teen was more than happy to oblige. He loved to flirt just as much as he liked to joke, if not more.
Maybe the man in the fancy suit had a bit too much to drink and was just now feeling the buzz, whatever the reason was, Stiles was not about to waste the opportunity of a lifetime.
"Do you think your work posse will miss your presence?" The teen asked, giving his best "fuck me" eyes and licking his lips.
"I think they can manage without me just fine." Mr. Hale answered with a smirk, eating up everything the teen was throwing out.
"Come on, let's get out of here." Stiles voiced, tugging at the man's dress jacket, pulling him along as he started to walk off toward the exit of the club.
Big, manly hands search the dark wall for a light, patting the hard surface between lip locks.
"Oh, fuck it." Mr. Hale voiced in frustration, giving up on the switch and grabbing for the door handle instead, shutting it behind the pair, leaving them in the dark room.
Stiles snickered against his neck, "Someone's eager."
"Shut up," Hale mumbled, before capturing the teen's lips in hungry kisses, and groping his jean-covered ass, giving it a generous squeeze and making the teen moan against his mouth.
"Are we doing this, or what?" Hale asked as the pair came up for air, panting.
"Yes, we are most definitely doing this," Stiles answered with a smirk covering his pink lips, before attacking the man's neck with sucks and playful bites.
Hale struggled with his belt, fumbling with the buckle, distracted by Stiles's skillful tongue licking at his neck. It took the man a few tries before getting it undone, and tossing it on the ground.
They smashed their lips back together and worked on each other's clothing, shirt for shirt, pants for pants, and so on, until they manage to completely undress in the dark.
Lips locked, their naked bodies fell back on the small twin bed with a loud thud.
"Oh shit." Stiles voiced, glancing back at his bed in worry, amazed the spring box wasn't broken. "Take it easy, okay? This is the only bed I got." He said, glancing back at Mr. Hale who was chuckling as he climbed up his body, getting into a better position.
"No promises." He replied, grabbing the teen's chin, and meeting him halfway in a heated kiss.
They were both too hard and turned on to waste time on a possible broken bed. The only time they parted was when Stiles fished out some lube and a condom from the nightstand.
"Uhhh, fuck, yes." The teen panted out as he wrapped his legs and arms around the man, bringing his body closer with each thrust.
"Ohh shit, you're so tight." Mr. Hale groaned out against Stiles's milky neck, letting out harsh breaths as he moved in and out of the teen with a fury, unable to control his sudden urge to cum.
"Oh god, oh god, yes, yes, yes!" Stiles yelled out as he rode out his high.
"Uhhhh!" Hale grunted and shook violently, before collapsing on Stiles's weak form, breathing heavily trying to calm himself.
"Argh, Mr. Hale, I can't breathe."
"Sorry." The man replied, rolling over and almost falling off the bed in the process, causing the pair to bust out in chuckles.
"Ugh, I need a bigger bed." Stiles voiced, not moving from his spot, still working on calming his breathing.
Hale got off the bed, headed to Stiles's bathroom to throw out his used condom, and slid his underwear back on before coming back into the bedroom.
"That was awesome," Stiles claimed, staring up at his ceiling.
"Yeah, it was. I should go." Mr. Hale said, grabbing his clothes off the ground.
Stiles suddenly sat up in bed, looking over in his direction.
"Go, why? I thought your stamina was, "everlasting," he said using air quotes.
Mr. Hale gave him an amused look before sliding his pants back on, zipping them up. "It is, I wasn't lying about that, but I'm also a very busy man with deadlines to finish."
The teen shook his head in disappointment, "Ahh, the joys of being the boss."
Mr. Hale finished buttoning his white dress shirt and grabbed his jacket off a nearby chair.
"Yeah, I have to go, but uhh, call me sometime. We can catch up." He said, tossing a business card on the bed next to the teen.
Stiles picked it up, looking the card over, "Wow, very professional. CEO, Derek Hale. I never felt more like a prostitute in my life."
Mr. Hale chuckled, "I keep them on hand for business opportunities."
"Or random hookups, right?" The teen teased.
"Something like that. Take care Stiles." The man said standing by the doorway.
"You too, Derek."