Note: Hey guys, I keep forgetting to update on here when I update on a03. Anyway, here are chps 6-10. Enjoy! Reviews welcomed!
Stiles walked into his bedroom and slid a hand inside his jean pocket, grabbing the folded paper he had placed in it earlier. He opened up the wrinkled contract in his hands and chuckled to himself, seeing how carelessly he had folded the paper. Remembering back to Derek carefully placing his copy inside a special folder, keeping his sheet flat and edges crisp, wanting to keep his looking in tip-top shape.
The teen then turned his attention to the two sets of signatures on the page. Their writing styles couldn't be more different. Stiles's name looked like a sloppy chicken scratch mess, looking like a child had written it. A bystander wouldn't be able to guess the letters in his last name, even if their life depended on it. Then there was the older man's handwriting that sat underneath, the name Derek Hale, neatly written in cursive, looking very professional and fancy compared to the teens.
The pair was like night and day. They didn't fit in each other's world normally, but for whatever reason, Derek decided to be involved with the teen, and Stiles wasn't about to question it. He needed the money, and he liked having sex with attractive people, so it was a win-win situation as far as he was concerned.
He opened up the top drawer to his nightstand and glance inside at the contents. There was a half-filled bottle of lube, a couple of unused condoms laying loosely, and a sex toy that he only used when he was single and craving the need to be filled.
Okay, so maybe he used it more than he wanted to admit to himself, but Stiles had a feeling that his dildo, or as he referred to it as, "Mr. Good Times," wouldn't see the light of day for a while, now that he had an agreement with Derek.
Stiles glanced back and forth, between the paper in his hand and his drawer that was filled with sex items, realizing it was likely not the best place to hold his important contract.
He could just picture the mishap that was waiting to happen if he left the paper in that drawer, all it would take, is for Stiles to be in one of his horny-filled states, eagerly reaching for the lube, and accidentally squirting the substance on the special binding paper, or worse, having Derek come over for "sexy time," and catching sight of the contract sitting loosely in the sex-filled drawer, frowning in disapproval, and possibly questioning if he wanted to continue the arrangement with such a careless individual.
Stiles opted for the second drawer. He closed the top and pulled open the bottom one to find his forgotten school books resting inside. He frowned down at the used Criminology 101 book his father had given him for his last birthday.
The sheriff always thought Stiles would follow in his footsteps and find a career in the police force, but the truth was the teen was still trying to figure out who he was, and was very much undecided. He didn't want to tell his father that his dreams might be different than his own, or the fact that he never once opened up the book and read a single page in it.
Looking at the book just stressed the teen out about the future and his father's expectations of him. As soon as his dad gave him the book, he thanked him and placed it in his drawer, never to see the light of day, until now that is.
"Stiles, I'm here!" Scott called out from the front entrance as he shut the door behind him, with his red backpack hanging off his shoulder.
Stiles quickly opened the book and placed the paper inside, not wanting to have to explain the contract to his friend. He was about to close it up, when his eyes landed on some writing, on the inside of the cover:
I am so proud of you! Go get them, son!
Love, Dad
He let out a heavy sigh as the feeling of guilt hit him again.
"Stiles?"
"I'll be right there!" He shouted, closing the book and shutting the drawer, before walking out to the living room area to meet his friend.
"What were you doing in there, man?" Scott asked as he set his heavy bag on the ground and took a seat on the couch.
"Oh, nothing. Just organizing my drawers," Stiles said with a shrug, taking a spot next to his friend on the sofa, and grabbing a decorative pillow to hug to his chest.
"Man, you must be bored. Good thing I'm here to change that." Scott claimed, grabbing his backpack and unzipping it, before he began to search inside.
"What did you bring?" Stiles asked curious, as he watched his friend shift items around in the bag, digging deeper inside.
"Oh, you know. The basics. Clothes, keys, bathroom supplies, and…"
Stiles watched on edge as his friend soon withdraw his hand holding up what looked to be a video game.
"Karaoke, baby!" Scott said excitedly.
"Really Scott?" Stiles voiced, arching an eyebrow at his friend.
"Oh, come on, like you never wanted to be an American Idol? You love singing off-key in my car."
"Hey!" The teen exclaimed, playfully tossing the pillow he was holding, at his friend, before standing up in front of him ready to defend himself. "I'll have you know I sound awesome in the shower."
Scott chuckled. "The shower. Everyone sounds good in the shower, it's when you get out, that your voice sounds like crap."
"I can sing better than you," Stiles claimed, putting his hands on his hips.
Scott smiled amused, "Prove it."
The boys put in the DVD and took out the two microphone props that came with it, standing a few feet apart, watching the big television in front of them as they excitedly waited for the lyrics to run across the screen.
SONG: Pretty Fly (For a White Guy )
Scott: Give it to me, baby
Stiles: uh huh, uh huh
Scott: Give it to me, baby
Stiles: uh huh, uh huh
Scott: And all the girlies say I'm pretty fly
Stiles: For a white guy
SONG: My Name Is
Stiles: Hi, my name is
Scott: (what?)
Stiles: My name is
Scott: (who?)
Stiles: My name is
Scott: (chka-chka, Slim Shady)
Stiles: Hi, my name is
Scott: (huh?)
Stiles: My name is
Scott: (what?)
Stiles: My name is
Scott: (chka-chka, Slim Shady)
The friends took turns having one be the backup singer and the other the main star as they went from song to song, eventually, the game became less about competition and more about just having fun, as the two teens soon found themselves dancing around to the beat of the music and singing along together as a team.
SONG: Wannabe
Singing Together: If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends
Make it last forever, friendship never ends
If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give
Taking is too easy, but that's the way it is
Once the song ended the boys found themselves falling back on the couch in a laughing fit.
"Oh, man. That was good. Do you think we will ever grow up?" Scott asked between breaths as he tried to calm his heart rate.
"I sure hope not," Stiles replied, before the pair burst out into another fit of laughter.
The teen's laughs quickly died down as the sound of Stiles's phone dinging filled the air, alerting him that he had a text.
"Shh, quiet. Someone just text me." Stiles voiced as he dug into his pocket pulling out his cell.
The teen glanced down to see a text notification from someone named "Sexy Derek" on his cell.
He paused for a moment unsure whether this was a good thing or bad. Stiles had just seen Derek a few hours ago at his office. What could the successful businessman want from him now? Was he horny and possibly seeing if the teen was up to having sex early in the week? Was he bored, just wanting to talk, or, did he have time to think things over, and change his mind about the whole contract?
Stiles nervously bit his bottom lip and tapped on his phone to take him to his messages.
Derek: Hey. Can you chat?
"Who is it? Your dad?" Scott asked curious, seeing his friend's sudden mood change.
Stiles glanced back up, remembering he wasn't alone, meeting his friend's curious looks before answering.
"Nah, It's Derek."
Scott scrunched his face up in confusion as he wrecked his brain thinking, "Derek? Who the heck is Derek?"
"The suit from the club," Stiles answered watching as the dots started to connect for his friend.
"Oh, cool. I didn't realize you two exchanged numbers. Tell Lover Man I said hi."
Stiles rolled his eyes. "Lover man?"
Scott shrugged before replying, "Well, I can't very well call him Lover Boy, I mean, the guy is older."
Stiles shook his head snickering, bringing his attention back to his phone, as his friend claimed he was hungry and went to check the cabinets for something to snack on.
Derek: Hey. Can you chat?
Stiles: Sure, Scott says hi by the way.
Derek: Scott?
Stiles: Oh right, you don't know each other. Lol! Scott is my best friend. I'm hanging out with him currently.
Derek: He doesn't know about our arrangement, does he?
Stiles: Uhh, no. Just that we banged once. Oh shoot, I didn't sign an NDA, did I? You're not gonna sue me for telling my friend we hooked up, are you? To be fair, I told him before I even signed the contract.
Derek: No, I'm not going to sue you, Stiles. I'm paying you, remember?
Stiles: Oh right.
Derek: There is no need for family to know and I just rather your friends didn't know everything about the arrangement. stuff like this can spread like wildfire and that would not be a good look for me or my business.
Stiles: Fair point. So, what should I tell my family and friends about you, if they ask? I didn't mention you were the guy that interviewed me for a job, if that helps any.
Derek: Good, keep it that way. Who knows about me right now?
Stiles: Only Scott and like I said. He only knows we banged.
Derek: Got it. Let's keep this on the down low for now. We don't even know if it will work out. If a month goes by and all works out, you have my permission to tell people we are friends with benefits.
Stiles: Ok, cool. Did you want to ask me something?
Derek: Sort of. I have a thing for work this Saturday around 5 pm, can you make it?
Stiles: Depends, what kind of a thing? Will there be food there?
Derek: It's a work dinner, so, yes. I'm pretty certain food is on the table.
Stiles: Hey, look at you, coming up with the jokes. Corny, but still an improvement.
Derek: Thrilled you approve. So, can you make it? I need to know now if I am going to be able to add you as my plus one.
Stiles: How long is this thing?
Derek: Just a few hours, 3 tops.
Stiles: Ok, sure.
Derek: Alright, thank you. I'll messenger your invite tomorrow.
Stiles: Messenger? Jesus, what kind of gathering is this?
Derek: A fancy one. You have a suit and tie, right?
"A what?" Stiles said out loud in surprise.
He never thought in a million years he was going to have to wear a suit for this arrangement, if he did, he might have had second thoughts. The last time he wore a suit was when he still lived at home and his dad forced him to go to church as a kid. Which was just one of the reasons why he refused to go to church now. Free will.
"What is it?" Scott asked, as he walked back over to the couch with an open bag of chips in his hands, munching away on a couple of Cheetos in his mouth.
"He's inviting me to some fancy event this weekend," Stiles explained as Scott plumped back down on the couch.
"Oh, nice. Mr. Suave." Scott praised, as he grabbed a few more Cheetos out of the bag and tossed them in his awaiting mouth.
"Hey, can I borrow a suit from you?" Stiles suddenly asked.
Scott shrugged, "Sure, I guess. As long as you bring it back to me in one piece."
"Thanks, man, I will." The teen promised before going back to his phone conversation with Derek.
Stiles: Yeah, don't worry. My friend's gonna hook me up.
Derek: I'm going to pretend I know what that means.
Stiles: Oh Jesus, I feel like I'm talking to my father. My. Friend. Is. Going. To. Lend. Me. A. Suit.
Derek: Smart Ass.
Stiles: Lol. See you Sat, I mean Saturday.
Derek: ...
Stiles snickered as he was meant with the bright yellow middle finger emoji on screen.
"What is it?" Scott muffled with a full mouth.
"He has a sense of humor after all."