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“Yo, baby bro.”
Derek Hale looks up from the massive amount of papers on his desk all separated into neat piles by his assistant Erica, but still, he’d only been in California a week, how could he have accumulated so much paperwork?
“Laura,” he greets his sister with a smile, rolling his eyes when she drops a kiss on his forehead like always in greeting, it had been cute when they were kids, now that Derek was in his late 20’s it was a little silly but he knew how much Laura enjoyed reminding him that she would always be older than him.
She sits at the edge of his desk smirking at him because she knows how much he hates when she does that, when there are plenty of seats in his office.
“How was California?” she asks swinging her legs.
“Warm,” he answers, a smirk on his own lips as she huffs, Laura hates one word answers, she was a talker, she likes people who are talkers and it drives her crazy when he give her monosyllabic answers.
“I hate it when you do that,” she pouts.
“I hate it when you sit on my desk,” Derek points out. “It’s mahogany.”
Laura rolls her green eyes at him even as she lets out a laugh. “No it’s not, Effie, you’re such a geek.”
“You got the reference so what does that make you?” Derek chuckles along with her as she stands and walks around the desk again to sit opposite him. “And you should still treat it as such.”
“Whatever,” Laura says dismissively.”How were the Argents?”
Derek groans at the name remembering the reason for his trip in the first place. “That family is bat-shit crazy, collectively; tell me again why we’re doing business with them?”
“Says the man who dated Kate Argent,” Laura points out.
“For a month!” Derek argues, hating being reminded of that colossal mistake, but he’d been young and Kate had seems beautiful, worldly, experienced and at the time not insane. “And she ended up stalking me and keying my car!”
Laura shakes her head. “Psycho, she wasn’t there was she?”
“No, traveling or something, I dealt with Gerard and Chris, saw Victoria for a moment,” Derek shudders. “That woman can make body parts shrivel up in fear.”
Laura snorts, her expression softening when Derek sends her a wounded look her way. “Sorry, that sounds horrible.”
Derek shrugs. “It’s okay, the deal is done and from now Peter can handle them.”
Laura smirks thinking about their uncle having to deal with the Argents, probably sassing them every step of the way. “He’ll love that.”
“Better him then us,” Derek points out, shuffling through his papers.
Laura nods. “So you didn’t have any fun baby bro? That sucks.”
Derek pauses, flashes of Stiles running through his head, his eyes, his smile, the moles on his fair skin, the noises he made and how he felt as Derek pushed into his body. Clenching around Derek, pulling him deeper, the taste of his mouth and flesh on Derek’s lips, it’s all he’s thought about since they parted yesterday in the airport. “The flight was good,” Derek smiles privately, clearing his throat when he looks up and sees his sister staring at him with a raised eyebrow.
“The flight was good,” Laura echoes skeptical.
“Never mind,” Derek waves her off, hoping she won’t notice the blush on his face. “Why did you come in here anyway, just to ask about my trip?”
“And because I missed you,” Laura argues. “And because I’m sure you forgot that you have that interview to do in a few.”
“Ugh, Laura,” Derek whines sitting back in his chair. “Why can’t you do it?”
“I am,” Laura answers simply, waving the folder she has in her hand. “I’ll be right here too; I really want this kid, Derek.”
Derek takes the folder, opening it when there’s a buzz on his intercom.
“Yes, Erica?”
“Mr. Hale, you’re 2:30 is here,” Erica says over the com. “A bit early.”
Laura’s eyes widen. “That should be him.”
Derek sighs. “Erica give me a moment and then send him in.”
“This is important?” Derek asks his sister watching as she once again moves, this time pulling a chair on his side of the table.
“Yes,” Laura hisses. “The kid is young, fresh out of college but with brilliant grades, his professors’ rave about him; I want to get a feel for him before anyone else, now let him in and be nice, Derek.”
“I am nice,” Derek grumbles as he asks Erica to let the man in, earning himself a snort from both Laura and Erica.
“What’s his name anyway?” Derek asks as he looks down at the folder in his hand, raising an eyebrow at the crazy name at the top. “How do you even pronounce that?”
“With great difficulty.”
Derek’s head snaps up at the voice, his eyes widening as he takes in the young man before him. He was out of his tight jeans, sneakers and the hipster sweater Derek saw him in yesterday and in its place was a charcoal suit that fit him in all the right places, only the black framed glasses remained from the man he’d met up in the air.
Stiles.
“No one but my mom could ever say my name right, not even my dad, I go by Stiles,” Stiles says with a hesitant smile, his eyes darting from Derek to Laura and back. “Sorry I know I’m early, nervous I guess.”
Laura smiles as she shakes hands with Stiles introducing herself. “Not a problem, right Derek?”
Derek remains frozen, not believing what was happening, what were the chances?
“Derek?”
“Huh?” he grunts looking at his sister.
“What is wrong with you?” Laura hisses at him snapping him out of his momentary daze.
“Nothing, sorry,” Derek answers quickly, standing up he extents his hand, holding his breath as Stiles looks down at it for a moment before taking it. “Stiles, you said?”
Stiles nods, shaking his hand, he licks his lips nervously and Derek has to let go before he does something stupid like climb over his desk and claim those lips he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about.
“Yeah, Stiles Stilinski,” Stiles nods. “Like I said my name is impossible to say, it’s a nickname I got since I was a kid.”
“Your name is different,” Derek says as he sits back down, looking at the folder.
“It’s Welsh,” Stiles answers with a quirk of his lips. “My mom side of the family, guess she wanted to honor our ancestors, that or she wanted to make sure I developed a sense a humor and started with my name.”
Derek can’t help but smile at the fondness he hears and desperately wishes this was happening somewhere else, away from his office, away from his sister where he could ask more, know Stiles more. Stiles catches his eyes and smiles back, a flash of the teasing young on the plane.
“And you are from California?”
Derek watches as Stiles nods again, he doesn’t really hear the questions that follow, something about Stiles’ time at Berkeley and his degrees. Whatever Stiles and Laura talk about is blur as he watches Stiles, the way he talks with his hands, big gestures.
He snaps out of his Stiles induced daze when Stiles answers Laura’s last question.
“No, first time in New York, got in yesterday so I haven’t seen anything, but I know someone who offered to show me around and I’m hoping he’s still up for that,” Stiles tells Laura while looking at Derek.
“I’m sure you’ll enjoy that,” Laura smiles widely. “Well Stiles I must say, I’m impressed by you, I think you’ll be great fit here, what do you think Derek?”
Derek looks at Stiles, takes in the way his eyes focus on him while he bites on his bottom lip uncertainly. “I’m sure it will be interesting.”
Laura smiles over at Stiles, her expression pleased. “You don’t know this but that’s practically a ringing endorsement from my brother.”
Stiles smiles weakly, his gaze still focused Derek. “That’s, good?”
“Hmm,” Laura hums. “If you’ll just excuse us for a moment?”
“Sure,” Stiles stands up, heading for the door.
Laura barely waits for Stiles to close the door before she turns on him. “Okay what the hell was that?”
“What do you mean?”
Laura huffs crossing her arms as she stands up. “Don’t play dumb Derek, it doesn’t suit you. What was that with you and Stiles?”
Derek cringes at the tone, he’s a grown man but there is something about Laura’s voice sometimes that makes him heel like a good puppy. “Nothing?”
“Derek!” Laura whines.
Derek shrugs, avoiding Laura’s eyes, feeling the tips of his ears going hot. “Jetlag.”
Laura scoffs. “You went for California to New York; it’s not like its Tokyo.”
Derek shrugs again remaining silent.
“You’re sticking to this answer?”
“Yes,” Derek answers looking up at his sister.
Laura narrows her eyes at him. “You have a secret little brother and I’ll figure it out, you know I will.”
“Good luck with that,” Derek childishly sticks his tongue out at her, smiling when she blinks in surprise, sometimes it was so easy to fall back to their routines as kids.
“Ohh,” Laura says slowly, a wide smile spreading over her face. “A challenge, fine, we’ll get back to this later, now about Stiles.”
Derek gives his sister an innocent look. “What about him?”
“Hiring him, Derek,” Laura says slowly, like she thinks he’s gone a little stupid. She’s not that far off, he’s not sure he’s working on all cylinders since Stiles walked into his office. “We’re hiring him.”
Derek pauses not knowing what to say to that, not knowing how he feeling about the idea of having a man that he met and fucked in the span of hours, a man that he hasn’t been able to get out of his head and who is outside waiting while he wants nothing more than to drag him back in and pick up where they left off in that tiny airplane bathroom.
“He’s smart, funny, creative,” Laura rattles off Stiles attributes. “Not to mention very good-looking, did you see those eyes?”
Derek frowns at his sister. “What does it matter that Stiles is hot? How does that affect his job?”
Laura smiles wickedly at him and Derek groans inwardly. “I never said hot, I said good-looking, nice to see you noticed little brother.”
“I hate you,” Derek pouts.
“I know,” Laura grins as she heads for the door. “I’ll let him back in, you can give him the good news while I see if your assistant wants to get a late lunch with me.”
“Stop flirting with Erica,” he calls out.
“But she’s so pretty!” Laura argues laughing when he shakes his head.
Laura leaves the door open and Derek holds his breath waiting, he doesn’t wait long, Stiles sticks his head in at the door, his smile coming out as a grimace. “Uh, hi?”
Derek looks at him for a moment, Stiles’ nervousness plain to see and it actually settles Derek’s own anxiety. “You just going to hover there or are you going to come in?”
Stiles clears his throat loudly and awkwardly. “Come in, I’m coming in.”
Derek bites his lip to keep from smiling as Stiles crosses the threshold, the slightly spazzy adorable guy from the plane shining through. “You might want to close the door.”
Stiles looks at him with wide eyes and now Derek can’t help but let the smile escape, it’s full of intent and Derek knows it by the way Stiles swallows nervously. “And lock it; we’re going to need some privacy.”
“Privacy?” Stiles squeaks and Derek can’t help but chuckle. Standing up, he goes around his desk.
“You should know my sister really liked you, so much so we’re offering you the job.”
“Really?” Stiles asks his face lighting up, leaning back against the door in relief. “That’s awesome, thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Derek smiles, happy for him. “Did you know? When we met?”
Derek watches as Stiles shakes his head fervently, Derek hasn’t really thought so but there had been a moment of doubt. “But you figured it out.”
“After you got into your car I called my friend Lydia, she booked my flight,” Stiles starts to explain as he takes a step toward Derek where he stands in the middle of his office. “I called her to tell her I’d just had sex with the most beautiful man and she asked your name, I had your card in my hand, I looked down-“
“And it said my name,” Derek finishes, grinning at the way fate works.
Stiles smiles himself, bashful as he runs a finger over his eyebrow. “Lydia laughed her ass off, she says things like this can only happen to me, that my life is like a romantic comedy, but I’m not so sure about that.”
“Why’s that?” Derek questions, not being able to help himself he reaches out. His hand cups the back of Stiles neck, giving it a soft squeeze. His heart picking up as he watches Stiles close his eyes at the touch.
“In romantic comedies the lead gets the guy,” Stiles says softly and looks at Derek as his eyes open again.
Derek nods. “True.”
“Well that’s what is going to decide what genre this is. I got the job and don’t get me wrong that’s awesome, I’m so happy about that and I promise to work my ass off for you and your sister and your company, but it won’t mean much if getting the job means I lose the chance to have the guy,” Stiles licks his lips out of habit, Derek can’t help but watch. “I really want the guy, Derek, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the guy at all, he seems like an amazing guy to have.”
Derek knows he’s grinning like an idiot but he can’t help it, Stiles’ words wash over him and the questions and insecurities he hadn’t even been aware he had till now vanish. “Hale Communications doesn’t have an anti-fraternization policy, as long as no one is being harassed workers and bosses can date.”
Stiles smiles brightly at him, a playful glint in his eye.
“Do you feel harassed Mr. Hale?” he asks as his body brushes against Derek’s.
Derek shakes his head dipping it down to kiss his way across Stiles’ jaw, his hand sliding down to cup Stiles ass, he grinds himself his growing erection against Stiles’.
“No, think you’ll feel harassed when I strip you down and bend you over my desk?” Derek asks and smiles as Stiles moans, his hips helpless snapping to meet Derek’s.
“I doubt it,” Stiles gets out, his hands going to Derek’s belt, opening it. “We should find out, after I blow you though, because I’ve wanted to get on my knees for you since you asked me if I was done staring at you.”
Derek’s chuckle turns into a groan as Stiles does what he says and kneels before him. His pants pool around ankles and Derek has to widen his stand to not fall over as Stiles rubs his face against his boxer-briefs, giving him wet kisses and sucks through the material.
“You know what I think?” Stiles asks as he peels the underwear down, he licks his lips and Derek can’t help but groan at the picture Stiles makes as he looks up at him through his eyelashes. “My life isn’t just a romantic comedy where fate plays a hand in getting me the guy.”
“No?” Derek questions, his hands cradling Stiles’ head as he kisses the head of Derek’s dick.
“No,” Stiles licks, smiling smugly at the sound Derek makes. “It’s also becoming a really great porno.”
Derek blinks down at Stiles, smiling at the happiness he sees in Stiles face. “I could be into that.”
Stiles gives him an impish look. “How may I service you sir?”
Derek’s dick jumps at the words along with his heart. There’s a good chance he’s met the man of his dreams. “I was right having you here will be interesting.”
“I hope so,” Stiles says softly. “You also still have to show me the city.”
……
It takes Laura two weeks to figure it all out; she laughs her ass of when Derek tells her everything.
Six months later Stiles is thriving in the company and moving in with Derek.
Derek shows Stiles every inch of the city.