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Stiles Stilinski is already in his seat by the window, cursing himself for letting Lydia book his flight when the most gorgeous man he’s ever seen takes the seat next to him and he silently changes his tune and starts thanking his red-headed goddess, even if he’s going to be paying off his credit card for months to come.
The man is hot, like fire. Tall and lean in his suit, a five o’clock shadow over a jaw line that makes Stiles want to weep. Hazel-green eyes that find his and he realizes he’s staring, has been staring for a while now.
“Um…hi?” he gets out around the drool.
The man raises a notable and intimidating eyebrow at him and the corner of his mouth which has been in a firm line seems to corner down. Right, not friendly then. Then again Stiles is sure he’s been ogling so he can’t really fault the Greek god in front of him.
He knows he should look away as the man peels off his suit jacket and reaches up to place his carry-on in the overhead compartment. But nothing, nothing, short of his eyes exploding is dragging his gaze for the way the tailored dress shirt stretches from what even hidden by said shirt is an impressive washboard stomach.
“You done?” the man questions as he starts to sit down, it brings his face closer to Stiles and wow. Just, wow.
“Sorry, dude,” Stiles blushes, but pushes forward bravely, it’s not like he can embarrasses himself much more. “When we mere mortals are in the presence of perfection we gawk, it’s a thing.”
The guy snorts, but Stiles can see the smallest uptick of his lips and Stiles has to stop himself from fist pumping.
“That usually work for you?”
“Oh god never!” Stiles answers honestly, laughing at himself, smiling wide when the stranger actually smiles back at him. “I’m Stiles.”
The man looks down at his hand for a moment before shaking it. “Derek”
Stiles blinks his mouth open, he knows he’s not the only one that just felt that spark, Derek’s eyes flicker from his mouth up to his eyes and down again and Stiles knows he’s not the only one. “Nice to meet you.”
“You too,” Derek answers slowly letting go of his hand.
“So,” Stiles drags out, shifting in his seat to look over at Derek. “Why are you going to New York?”
“I live there, I was in California for business,” Derek answers as he pulls at his tie and pops the top button after having rolled up his sleeves, his forearms are strong and sprinkled with dark hairs, it feels like a tiny strip tease and Stiles has to shift again as his pants feel tighter. Derek gives him a pointed look like he knows why Stiles is moving around and Stiles blushes. “You?”
“Um, job interview, I just graduated from grad school and I’m hoping to settle in New York.”
“Good luck.”
“Thanks,” Stiles trails off not knowing what else to say.
“Ever been to New York before?” Derek asks, his question hesitant, like he doesn’t know what to say to keep the conversation going but wants to try anyway, Stiles smiles at him and Derek rolls his eyes lightly.
“No, what’s it like?” Stiles asks and listens as Derek describes the city with it’s over abundance of people, its smells and culture, the fast pace.
“You can get just about any kind of food at any hour of the day,” Derek says now closer to him.
Stiles laughs. “Awesome, I’m an eater.”
Derek looks at him up and down, his skinny jeans, t-shirt and slim grey sweater. “Really?”
“Hey, don’t let my girlish figure fool you, I can pack it in,” Stiles pats on his flat stomach. “I just maintain, you don’t get to this level of hotness overnight.”
“No,” Derek murmurs, his eyes darkening. “I guess not.”
“Umm?” Stiles blinks dumbly.
“Would you gentlemen like a drink?”
Stiles looks up and away from Derek, backing away he realizes just how close they been up till now to smile at the stewardess “Rum and coke?”
The woman nods and then looks at Derek. “And you sir?”
Stiles frowns, does she really need to sound so breathy as she asks?
Looking back at Derek he frowns some more as Derek looks at him with a smirk. “Just water please.”
Stiles remains silent as the woman gives them their drinks.
“Wow, that was obvious.” Stiles comments dryly.
Derek takes a sip of his water. “What was?”
“Her eye banging you.”
Derek grins at him, his eyes crinkling at the sides. “I feel like I should be saying something about pots and kettles.”
“Oh come on!” Stiles exclaims. “I was much more subtle about my eye banging you!”
“Right,” Derek laughs softly, shaking his head. “Don’t worry about it, she’s not my type.”
“Oh?” Stiles fishes as he takes a gulp of his drink, feeling like he needs a bit of liquid courage.
“I’m more of a hipster wannabe type,” Derek says as he points at Stiles clothes. “With girlish figures.”
“I’m not a hipster wannabe,” Stiles protest even as his cheeks hurt from smiling so hard.
“Stiles.”
“Right, you should totally kiss me now, that’s a thing you should- shit,” Stiles jumps, as he moved closer to Derek the drink in his hand slipped, splashing all over his sweater. “Did I get you, sorry, I’m a klutz.”
“No,” Derek answers looking down at himself even as he passes some tissues over. “You should take care of that in the restroom, don’t want it to set.”
“Right,” Stiles nods as he starts to stand and hops over Derek’s feet. “I’ll be right back.”
…….
Stiles closes the door of the tiny airplane bathroom pulling on the latch and sets to work on his sweater, pulling it over his head and then his shirt when he sees his drink has seeped through.
He smiles his pulse racing, not at all surprised when there is a soft knock at the door. Taking a deep breath he looks at himself in the mirror, shirtless, his skin his flushed to his chest.
“Thank you Lydia, you flight booking goddess,” he whispers to himself as he opens the door, biting his bottom lip as he takes Derek in and the way his eyes track every inch of skin.
“You know, it says ‘occupied’,” Stiles teases pointing at the latch as he steps back to let Derek in. His stomach jumping as Derek closes the door once more.
“And now it is,” Derek murmurs pulling him close, backing him into the small sink.
“The airlines are really making it hard to be in the mile high club, these bathrooms gets tinier and tinier,” Stiles comments, moaning softly as Derek steps in between his thighs rubbing lightly against him.
“True,” Derek whispers against his mouth causing Stiles to pant as his tongue peeks out licking at Stiles’ bottom lip. “Worth the try though?”
“Totally,” Stiles groans as he pulls Derek closer, the sound muffled as they kiss.
“Jesus, your fucking mouth,” Derek growls into it between bites and tongues dance with each other. “It’s all I’ve thought about since you opened it.”
“What did you think about?” Stiles asks, snapping his hips as Derek ruts against him, his hands on Stiles ass to pull him as close as possible.
“Honestly?” Derek questions. “How it would look around my cock. You have such a pretty mouth Stiles, like it was made to suck cock.”
Stiles whines because yes, he wants that, he wants to get on his knees in this tiny bathroom and take Derek into his mouth, suck on him until he fills Stiles’ mouth. It’s already watering at the thought.
Derek makes a pleased sound. “Hmm, you like that don’t you; the thought of blowing me makes you hard?”
“Dude, I’ve been hard since I first laid eyes on you,” Stiles pants.
Derek’s eyes flash. “Show me.”
Stiles frantically starts to undo his jeans, snapping the button and pulling down on the zipper over his erection, letting out a sigh of relief as it’s freed. He blushes as Derek lets out a surprised sound.
“No underwear, Stiles?” Derek asks his voice lined with delight.
“I find it restricting.”
Derek laughs and Stiles joins him but it turns into a moan when Derek wraps a warm hand around his dick, stroking in up and down. “How do you want this?”
“Anyway- ah,” Stiles gulps, closing his eyes as Derek finds the perfect way he likes to jerk off. “Anyway you want- anyway I can have you.”
“Hmm…” Derek hums. “Turn around, facing the mirror and hold on to the sink.”
Stiles nods jerkily, turning on already weak legs, he bends a bit, breathing hard as Derek pulls his jeans down, letting them fall to his knees.
“So many moles,” Derek says softly tracing the ones he finds with his fingers before trailing them down to Stiles’ ass. “If we had time I’d map them all with my tongue.”
“Derek,” Stiles whines, jumping slightly when he feels Derek’s breath on one of his cheeks, moaning when Derek bites at it lightly. “Please.”
“You beg so nice, Stiles,” Derek opens his cheeks, blowing a small puff of air. “I like it.”
Stiles bite on his lip but that doesn’t stop the whine he lets out at the first touch of Derek’s tongue on his hole.
“So responsive,” Derek whispers as he licks and sucks, moaning at the taste. “I could eat you out all day, till you’re red and swollen.”
“Oh my god,” Stiles whimpers, pushing back as he fucks himself on Derek’s tongue. “I’m going to die.”
Derek chuckles as he reaches around to stroke Stiles’ cock again.
“Derek, please,” Stiles sobs thrusting into Derek’s palm. “You need to fuck me.”
“I think the whole airplane can hear you right now,” Derek teases, giving him a soft bite.
“I don’t care,” Stiles all but screams. “I don’t care, fuck me or I will die.”
He moans as Derek lets go of him, but sighs with relief as he hears Derek undo his slack. He looks into the mirror and finds Derek looking back as him as he pulls out a condom.
“Keep watching,” Derek whispers as he rolls on the condom and gives himself a few hard pulls. “You sure that was enough?” Derek questions even as he presses a finger against Stiles’ hole, pushing it in and out slowly, opening him more.
Stiles closes his eyes as the sensation, gasping as Derek pulls his hand back and then a second finger joins the first. “Open your eyes, Stiles.”
Stiles opens his eyes, pushing back. “I’m good, I’m ready, Derek.”
Derek kisses his neck, his arms wrapped around Stiles’ torso as he presses his cock against Stiles, pushing in an inch. “Where did you come from?” Derek whispers, thrusting in further, his expression tight as Stiles clenches around him. “It’s like you were made for me.”
Stiles moans helplessly, his skin feels on fire, rippling everywhere Derek touches and he feels so full. Fuller than ever before and he wants to stay like that forever. “Maybe I was.”
Derek tells out a sound of his own, his mouth latching on to the side of Stiles’ neck as he starts thrusting harder and faster, Stiles keeps up and matches Derek frenzied pace, loving the burn and feel of each push. He closes his eyes again when Derek finds that place inside of him that cause bright lights to go off behind his eyelids.
“Oh, shit,” Derek moans. “Stiles, I’m-“
“Yeah,” Stiles breathes, close himself he reaches down to stroke himself. “Yeah, do it.”
Derek shudders behind him, panting as he comes and it’s the final push for Stiles, he comes into his hands hard and in thick spurts.
“Fuck,” Derek breathes. “That was-“
“Yeah,” Stiles agrees, grinning when he catches Derek’s eyes in the mirror.
“Yeah,” Derek grins himself. “I-“
Whatever Derek is about to say is interrupted by a knock at the bathroom door. “Sirs?”
Stiles lets out a surprised laugh, the voice sounds embarrassed from even behind the door.
“Shit.”
………..
“You know it will be a miracle if this airline ever lets us fly with them again.” Stiles comments as he waits for a cab while Derek waits for his driver.
Derek shakes his head, giving him a smile that makes Stiles’ heart skip a beat. Boy is he in trouble. “Worth it.”
So, so much trouble.
“Listen, Derek-“
“I’d like to see you while you’re in town,” Derek interrupts him in a rush.
“I- really?” Stiles questions, hopeful.
“If you have time,” Derek continues faltering a bit. “I know you have your interview and if it goes well you’ll be busy, but I could show you the city.”
“I have time,” Stiles assures quickly, excited. “I totally have the time.”
“Good,” Derek gives him a relieved smile before gesturing at the sleek black car that pulls up. “This is me; sure I can’t give you a lift?”
Stiles shakes his head. “Nah, it’s cool.”
“Okay,” Derek says after a moment, pulling out his wallet and from it a fancy business card. “This is me, my cell is on the back, just give me a call.”
“Totally,” Stiles says softly and hesitates for a moment before leaning in and giving Derek a quick kiss. “Totally calling you, calling the hell out of you.”
Derek laughs again as he starts to walk away. “See you soon, Stiles.”
“Yes,” Stiles waves as the car pull away, letting out an embarrassingly sappy sigh.
Pulling out his phone, he doesn’t wait for a greeting before he’s talking. “I had the most amazing sex with the most beautiful man thanks to your excellent flight booking skills, so thank you.”
“Hello to you too, Stiles,” Lydia responds over the phone and that’s why Stiles loves her, she’s not the least bit fazed. “Does this beautiful man have a name?”
“Derek,” Stiles says dreamily, even in his own ears as he looks down at the business card. “Derek Ha- oh shit!”
“What?” Lydia questions and Stiles knows she’s frowning cause he screamed in her ear, but he doesn’t care, cause he’s looking down at the business card in his hand and no matter how many times he reads it, it says what it says.
Derek Hale, VP
Hale Communications.
Derek Hale, Vice President of Hale Communications. Hale Communications, the place he has an interview the next day at 2:30 PM. Derek Hale, the man the HR secretary had told him would he giving him his interview.
“Stiles!” Lydia screams through the phone. “What is it?”
“I just had sex with my possible future boss,” Stiles answers faintly, feeling weak and silence meets him.
But only for a moment because Lydia starts laughing and she’s not stopping anytime soon.