bakerstreet | what's your number

I'm not going to take your money, Stiles.

[Derek might not talk, but he listens, and he knows cash is tight around the Stilinski home.

And if Stiles runs, he won't get to beat Derek's ass like he bragged about.]

You mean give me your money. So what do you want to do to make it interesting?

[Shh. No one talks about financial problems. They don't exist. They will go away. >>

He'll beat his ass, then spew hormones everywhere, then run. How's that?]

I'm not going to risk taking your money, Stiles.

[Though, he'd probably just give him the cash if he asked for it. It's not like he's doing much with it anyway, until he buys his next soccer mom car.]

You're so interested in doing this guy talk thing. If you win, I'll answer any questions you want to ask.

[So he's going to spew his hormones all over Derek's ass and then just leave? Way to make a guy feel cheap.]

[He'd spew his hormones and incite a chase. Unknowingly. Without knowing. >>]

Any question? Like... any question? All of them?

[This was intriguing.]

And what happens if I lose. Which won't happen.

[By which he means totally knowing...]

Any question. I won't even get mad at you when you ask something incredibly inappropriate.

[He might, but he won't take it out on Stiles for once, probably.

Anyway, he just shrugs.]

I don't really care. You pick something.

... I don't have anything that you want.

[Or did he...?]

[He might...]

Just pick something.

[They both know Derek's ass is the one getting beaten by the end of this anyway.]

Uh... you can... ask me... anything?

[Yeah. Right. So fair. Because Stiles' life was so interesting.]

Because you're full of secrets, right?

[Okay, maybe not really.]

You're on, Stiles.

You have no idea.

[What was he getting himself into?]

Okay. Bring it on. I'll even let you pick the game.

[Derek, if he plays his cards right... His head, not his ass... maybe.]

I don't know any of the games, though. They're all new to me.

[Derek, his meta was so confused right now.

And vaguely turned on. But he was usually always in some state of arousal. It was the secondary stage of it that varied.]

Oh my god... Let's play Mario Kart. That's a nice easy game to start you off with.

[And that's why pinning Stiles to the wall was a bad idea sometimes. The kid probably has no idea what smelling him, and that arousal, all the time was like. Animal magnetism? More like horny teenager.]

I can't tell if that's your way of saying it'll be easier for me, or that it'll just be more embarrassing when you beat me at it.

[Not his fault. Maybe Derek should turn down some of that masculine allure. Or stop smelling good himself. Not his fault he was reacting to some biological chemistry.]

... both?

[Smirk.]

[Look, they're not pinning this on the fact that Derek takes care of his body. How does Stiles even get through the day if he can't keep that kind of arousal in check?]

Fine. Just hurry and set it up so we can get this over with...

[Not that he's kind of looking forward to it or anything. That would be too honest.]

[All Derek's fault. And he doesn't. Sort of. Why do you think he has so many bathroom breaks at school? Hmm?]

Patience, wolfiwan. Build up some anticipation for the game.

[Derek tries really hard not to think about what Stiles does on his breaks. Or how he even knows that Stiles does that so often. Sometimes being a werewolf really was a curse... and a test of willpower.]

What's the point of waiting? It's not like you have anything better to do right now.

[If Derek kept looking at him like that, he was going to have to go take another 'break'.]

Oho. Someone's impatient. Fine. Fine. We'll do it now. Your place?

[If Stiles can hold off one of his 'breaks' for once, then he might get a hand for the next one.]

My place works... You'll need to bring a TV too.

[Stiles doesn't know that and might take a break while getting his system and tv. Good thing he has a great recuperation rate. Bad thing he might forget to wash his hands after. >>]

Fine. Twenty minutes.

...

Make that half an hour.

[It's cheating if Stiles forgets to clean up after himself, since then there will be no way for Derek to actually focus on the game. The way things are going right now, they might not even make it to the game if that happens...]

Really? You're going to stop for that too?

[Because you're kind of obvious, Stiles.]

Fine... I'll pick up some snacks or something.

What?!

[He couldn't help it. He had a healthy libido. A healthy, healthy libido.]

I have no idea what you're talking about.

[Yeah, he was totally going to stop for that.]

Snacks are good. See you there.

[And overactive libido is more like it...]

You're unbelievable.

[And doing a great job at making Derek jealous right now.

He can handle snacks though, since, as much as he doesn't care about all this (or says he doesn't), he's going out of his way to get chips and soda, and even pizza and curly fries. It's way more than just a quick game or whatever would suggest.]

[Maybe someone should do something in relation to helping it wear itself out...

There's a laugh as the end of the conversation, then Stiles has some very serious business to get down to. Namely packing up his gaming stuff and taking care of some very pressing business with his bedroom door locked. Ahem. He's got time.]

[Maybe if Stiles would hurry up and stop taking his time, he could get over here and get worn out for the rest of the night... and after breakfast... and well into the next afternoon.]

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