[ whatever, stiles can support the wildcats all by himself. he's not bothered by derek's lack of team spirit in this particular instance, mostly because he had zero expectations for derek to come through on that, so it's fine. he lets it go easily, will probably think about this exact moment later and wonder why the actual hell he felt the need to make a shitty reference from a disney channel movie he's only seen maybe fifteen non-consecutive minutes of.
anyway. stiles stands there with this look on his face that's half expectant, half unsure as he waits for derek to say something to the blowjob clause. the blowjob addendum. theee blowjob ban, in direct association with this contract they're going to draw up at some point. later today, probably, if stiles has anything to say about it, because he's like 15 hours late with this offer as it is. or however long it's been since derek was first cuffed to a table.
( another thing he'll think about later, probably in the midst of trying to shut his brain down so he can maybe get some actual sleep: no blowjobs in the contract. in the contract. as if that clarification was actually at all necessary. as if the rules are different outside of the contract. he'll wonder what the hell he even meant by that, if he even meant anything at all, or if he was just - making sure he's not obligated to suck someone's dick every hour just because a piece of paper says he has to. and then he probably won't sleep. so that's cool, that's great. excellent. )
derek jokes, though, or at least stiles decides to take it as joking after he circles his own face with his finger like, here, do you see this? have you seen this? do you understand the importance of this? this is art. stiles wants to laugh at him - so he does. it's quiet. a soft chuckle under his breath that crinkles the corners of his eyes, offers a quick flash of his teeth. derek. what a fucking idiot.
stiles holds both of his hands up, palm out, pulses them an inch or two towards derek. hold on. ]
Okay, relax. You're not that pretty. [ said a lying liar who lies. anyway. stiles, by this point, is fairly convinced that the blowjob thing is not at all a serious thing derek is considering putting in the contract, and if he tries it, stiles will just. not sign. or cross that part out half a second before scribbling his name. you know, whatever.
he drops one of his hands, raises the other to rub his palm up his forehead and into his hair, brushing it up so it'll finish drying less... flat. if there are hair products in the showers/bathrooms, he completely overlooked them. which is fair. he hasn't actually slept yet since 5AM the day before, wasn't exactly firing on all cylinders when he dragged himself into the shower. ] All right. All right, let's. Revisit this in a couple hours? Do it for real?
[ stiles experiences a brief spike of anxiety, chases it away with a subtle flail of his hand by his side, kind of like he's trying to shake out pins and needles, but otherwise, he seems fine. with this. he pauses, maybe for a beat too long, because he's thinking about - kneeling, and how much he hates it, but. ]
... Have you eaten yet?
[ obviously not, because the breakfast hour isn't for another twenty or so minutes by stiles' guess, but this is his way of like. asking. for stuff. from derek. like he said he would. like they agreed he would. so. ]
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anyway. stiles stands there with this look on his face that's half expectant, half unsure as he waits for derek to say something to the blowjob clause. the blowjob addendum. theee blowjob ban, in direct association with this contract they're going to draw up at some point. later today, probably, if stiles has anything to say about it, because he's like 15 hours late with this offer as it is. or however long it's been since derek was first cuffed to a table.
( another thing he'll think about later, probably in the midst of trying to shut his brain down so he can maybe get some actual sleep: no blowjobs in the contract. in the contract. as if that clarification was actually at all necessary. as if the rules are different outside of the contract. he'll wonder what the hell he even meant by that, if he even meant anything at all, or if he was just - making sure he's not obligated to suck someone's dick every hour just because a piece of paper says he has to. and then he probably won't sleep. so that's cool, that's great. excellent. )
derek jokes, though, or at least stiles decides to take it as joking after he circles his own face with his finger like, here, do you see this? have you seen this? do you understand the importance of this? this is art. stiles wants to laugh at him - so he does. it's quiet. a soft chuckle under his breath that crinkles the corners of his eyes, offers a quick flash of his teeth. derek. what a fucking idiot.
stiles holds both of his hands up, palm out, pulses them an inch or two towards derek. hold on. ]
Okay, relax. You're not that pretty. [ said a lying liar who lies. anyway. stiles, by this point, is fairly convinced that the blowjob thing is not at all a serious thing derek is considering putting in the contract, and if he tries it, stiles will just. not sign. or cross that part out half a second before scribbling his name. you know, whatever.
he drops one of his hands, raises the other to rub his palm up his forehead and into his hair, brushing it up so it'll finish drying less... flat. if there are hair products in the showers/bathrooms, he completely overlooked them. which is fair. he hasn't actually slept yet since 5AM the day before, wasn't exactly firing on all cylinders when he dragged himself into the shower. ] All right. All right, let's. Revisit this in a couple hours? Do it for real?
[ stiles experiences a brief spike of anxiety, chases it away with a subtle flail of his hand by his side, kind of like he's trying to shake out pins and needles, but otherwise, he seems fine. with this. he pauses, maybe for a beat too long, because he's thinking about - kneeling, and how much he hates it, but. ]
... Have you eaten yet?
[ obviously not, because the breakfast hour isn't for another twenty or so minutes by stiles' guess, but this is his way of like. asking. for stuff. from derek. like he said he would. like they agreed he would. so. ]