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You Could Be My Greatest Weakness	By : DevilnBlue Category: S through Z > Teen Wolf Views: 27 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf, but this fanfic is mine.

Chapter List
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Hello Hopeless Blue Kiss here with a new Teen Wolf story that I am excited to share. It is loosely based on the Melissa McCarthy 2015 movie ‘Spy’. This will eventually have Sterek, but until Derek recognizes Stiles as a love interest, it is mainly Stackson. I do not own Spy or Teen Wolf, but this story is mine. I hope you enjoy and look forward to your comments.
You Could Be My Greatest Weakness and You Don’t Even Know Me
Chapter One
It was supposed to be a routine mission. International Spy, Derek Hale, was going in as his alias ‘Tyler Hoechlin’ and infiltrate the drug boss, Deucalion Wolfe’s casino night with his wealthy patrons. He even had an in with another criminal boss’s only daughter, Kate Argent. She had been currently draped over his arm all night, simpering, and showing off her brawny boyfriend to her friends and business partners.
“Do you know Tyler Hoechlin? He’s an up-and-coming arms dealer,” Kate purred out, pressing a lingering, lipstick-stained kiss to her boyfriend’s cheek. “He’s such a keeper and Daddy seems to adore him too.” She turned her pretty face towards some of her friends, painted nails sinking deeper into the cloth of Derek’s suit clothed arm as she wore the biggest cheshire smile when Derek tugged her closer to his side with a possessive arm.
“Thanks Babe. I couldn’t be luckier to land someone as gorgeous as you,” he said with a charming, Colgate smile of his own. His bunny teeth poking adorably out as he showed his pearly whites and gave his girlfriend an affectionate kiss on the forehead.
It made the twenty-five-year-old Stiles sick to his stomach at how adorable and dashing Derek looked, shmoozing with the wealthy criminals while he, himself, snacked on Sourpatch kids and gummy worms at his office monitor screen and console with all the other handlers in the CIA office. If it was up to Stiles, he would be wearing a comfy pair of sweats or pajama bottoms and a ratty t-shirt as he watched his spy’s actions from his monitor. But although he had managed to convince his team leader that it was okay to wear plaid and still be considered professional amid traditional black and white suits, he doubted Braeden would allow such a shocking fashion faux pas. But it wasn’t like Stiles was on par with people like Derek.
Derek was on a whole other stratosphere, easily fitting in with the glitzy, glam life of the ultra-rich that got their rocks off with a little crime and cash. They openly cheered on Derek as he rolled another winning roll. The spy pretended to be modest and act like it was Kate’s being his lucky charm, that he was having his hot streak. It didn’t enter their minds that his dice were loaded and swapped with the real dice. His fingers quickly claiming his chips before guards could scrutinize why he was winning so much when the house always wins. He made sure to craftily switch the dice back before excusing himself to the ‘little boys’ room’.
“These of course are for you babe,” Tyler said loudly as he dropped all his winnings into Kate’s hand. He wanted to look as favorably as possible, distracting Argent with cash before he excused himself to go on his true mission of exploring Deucalion’s lair.
“Smooth as fuck,” Danny complimented. He leaned over Stiles to snag a gummy worm before continuing to watch the spy at play on the big screen. Danny was more of the computer technician that handled hacking and decoding. But clearly since he was not needed now, Stiles offered a spare chair for the man to sit next to him.
“I know, my boy can rizz anyone out of their pants,” Stiles said amiably after muting his mic. He didn’t want to throw Hale off his game while complimenting him to someone else. Stiles honestly didn’t mind his fellow coworker enjoying the smooth moves of Derek Hale. Danny knew about the huge crush he had on Derek, and he promised he would only look and not touch. The same went for Stiles regarding the spy twins that honestly looked like fully grown Gerer babies, with their boyish faces.
Stiles idly watched Derek snooping around even as he nosily asked Danny if he landed either of the twins yet. He only unmuted his mic to feed Derek pertinent information; his other monitor had the latest blueprint of the mansion that Hale was in. Stiles was such a pro at this that it came to him naturally, switching back and forth while always staying hypervigilant of what was happening on the screen. It came with his ADHD; the itch to bounce from one thing to another and multitask when others would flounder. He reminded Derek to use Danny’s thumb drive on the laptop on the desk, telling Danny the mic channel they were on so that Danny could instruct the spy how to use it.
“Hey Miguel, it’s Danny on the mic. Put the thumb drive into the laptop’s USB port and click on the button on the top on the thumb drive. Yeah, that small red light indicates its on and searching for files to collect. The moment it turns green you can pull it out and pocket it. No need to open the laptop,” Danny said cooly and professionally while chewing on one of Stile’s green gummy worms. “Yeah, no problem’s Miguel.”
“God, you’re not going to live that one down, are you?” Derek groaned out, rolling his eyes and doing what Danny had instructed. He had garnered the name of Miguel when both Stiles and him had gotten a little too drunk and Stiles had introduced Derek as his cousin Miguel with Derek confirming it with a drunken nod and laugh. This was a year before Danny had ever joined the CIA at Stiles enthusiastic recommendation after Danny nearly got busted by the agency for trying to hack in on their systems.
That was the same night that Derek and his off again on-again toxic girlfriend Paige had finally broken up after he discovered she had lied to him and his family about having cancer to get him to stay with her for over three years. Derek hadn’t known this, but Stiles had privately hired Danny, knowing him as a former hacker, to do research on Paige after realizing that Derek’s girlfriend might have faked her illness. He hadn’t wanted to outright confront her himself, not wanting to show how much of the green-eyed monster was riding his back. However, when his best friend’s mom, Melissa, who was a head nurse at Beacon Hill Hospital found it odd Paige looked extremely healthy considering she was complaining about her chemotherapy Stiles couldn’t fight the itch to know more. It had been a public service to expose Paige for a liar, honestly. It didn’t even take much to convince both Melissa and Danny to inform Derek’s sister, knowing they’d be able to beat it into Derek’s thick skull that Paige was untrustworthy and dangerous for her manipulation.
He honestly wished he had been there for the confrontation between Derek, Cora, Laura, and Paige. However, he was afraid he would be grinning at the side like the cat that got the crème at Derek’s new ex when Stile’s was supposed to be sympathetic to the unfolding drama. Stiles had eagerly agreed to celebrate the breakup with Derek, his sisters, and Danny. He was so happy to have Derek single and away from toxic people. So they had indulged a little too much in drinking and dancing the pain away. It was to the point that when Stiles jokingly called Derek Miguel, Derek had been so drunk he had gone non-verbal, letting Stiles designate the conversation while his sisters snickered and videotaped the whole incident. Danny knew better now, but didn’t miss a chance to poke fun at Derek even in serious moments like this one here.
Both Danny and Stiles were on high alert and forgot their conversation the moment they noticed the door slowly opening behind Derek while the spy was in the midst of poking around. They both told Derek to secure the thumb drive and prepare to leave just as Deucalion himself, open the door to his own office to see Kate’s new boy toy, Tyler Hoechlin, sitting back against his expensive Italian desk.
“Tyler, I wasn’t expecting you back here,” Deucalion drawled out in his British accent. “Did you have some business with me that you forgot to schedule with beforehand?” The crime boss suffered from partial blindness from a malicious attack from his former enemy Gerard, but his brute of a bodyguard could see well enough as he stepped inside far enough so that the bodyguard, Ennis could flank his side. The brute would be his eyes, searching with his burning gaze at anything out of place as his boss stroked the silver wolf’s head on his cane.
“I wanted to compliment the host on an amazing get together and someone told me I might find you here. When I noticed you weren’t there I stayed put hoping that I would run into you like I have now. Stellar party. My girlfriend Kate can’t stop complimenting everything,” Derek said smoothly, leaning back a little to see the thumb drive now flashed green under his coat. He quickly straightened up, drawing the thumb drive out along with the coat he had tossed over the laptop. . “I’m sorry if I disturbed your peace. I will schedule an appointment at a more appropriate time if you would like.”
“Sit, I insist. You’ve waited patiently for me and we shouldn’t dismiss this meeting. But of course in my chairs of course, a desk is ill suitable for guests,” Deucalion said tightly. He pushed the hard edge of his cane, where the wolf’s ears dug meanly against Derek’s chest when the spy tried to venture pass the blind man even as the bodyguard’s hand remained on his gun in case Derek responded incorrectly.
“Of course,” Derek said with a forced, cordial smile. He openly complimented Deucalion’s sword. “That cane of yours was beautifully crafted.”
“Yes, it was one of the apology gifts that Gerard’s son Chris, gave me on behalf of his father. Lovely craftmanship, honestly and if you turn the cane just so…” he trailed off as he twisted the wolf’s head, “You get a bloody brilliant surprise inside.” Deucalion gracefully pulled the cane apart revealing there was a sword sheathed within. He smiled viciously as he pointed the sword’s tip to Derek’s throat. “Now tell me, what were you really doing here? Did Gerard send you?”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Stiles cursed under his breath, not liking the scene unfolding before his eyes. Even less so when fingers found and plucked Derek’s cleverly hidden ear piece out of his ear.
“Now what would your poor girlfriend say about this,” Deucalion tsked, his smile mean and full of glee.
“What is wrong with having a Bluetooth? Not everyone wants to be hands on with their phones,” Derek quickly tried to explain away the device.
“I may be partially blind dear boy, but I’m not naïve. Now you’ll tell me who sent you and how much you know about my little operation, or I’ll slit that lying tongue out of your mouth right now,” the blind crime boss threatened. He leaned into Derek so the sword could dig just a little more in when Derek naturally tried to relieve the pressure.
Stiles tactical mind was in hyperdrive as he tried to run what move that his poor crush could make with Deucalion in front of him with his sword and Ennis behind him with a gun now pointed directly towards the back of his head. His fingers were flying across the keyboard as he moved on instinct requesting permission to use an aerial attack in one chat box while simultaneously flying the spy drone into position in case the higher ups refused. His honey-brown eyes flickered between the chat box and the large screen with Derek trapped in the chair. He nearly saw red when he could see the blood slowly trickling from the small cut the sharp sword made as it rode up Derek’s bobbing Adam’s apple.
“Fuck it!” Stiles cursed, locking in on Ennis’s head and directing the drone to open fire.
The window smashed with the impact of bullets hitting the glass and a loud grunt of surprise and sudden thud was heard as Ennis collapsed after the headshot. All chaos broke loose as Derek rocked violently back in his chair, foot to Deucalion’s chest as leverage to tip him away from the sword just as more of the crime boss’s bodyguards started pouring in like a cartoon goon factoring, blocking the only doorway out.
Derek quickly killed a barefooted woman with two sharp swords, upside down before delivering a kill shot to Deucalion’s head. He then quickly scrambled up and threw a smoke bomb into the room before Stiles directed him to jump out the window reassuring him there was a pool below and the thumb drive would be waterproof once he sealed the cap on it. So, without prompting Derek capped the device and used his coat to cushion his body against the remaining glass shards as he jumped out the two story window and into the pool below. He didn’t waste time as he quickly swam to the edge of the pool and dragged himself out in his expensive suit.
Derek tried to play off his impromptu dunk in the pool with a charming smile and a joke about wanting to liven things up. But immediately flinched when a gunshot grazed his ear from the minions from above. Quickly he ran off to the docks as Stiles instructed even as the flying drone tried to provide backup with shots before it was taken down.
“Damn it Stiles, this is not Call of Duty. You could have blown our mission,” growled out Derek, under his breath. His displeasure was visible, even as he tried to force his features to relax into a more amiable appearance among the dinner guests that had ventured outside to see the excitement. .
“Admit it Big Bad, you love it when I take charge,” he purred into the headphone. He watched in quiet glee as Derek flushed to his ears at the nickname that Stiles had given him. “Besides I had no choice. You had a man who never said no to steroids behind you and a blind wannabe samurai in front of you. I’d rather you be alive and mad at me then dead any day of the week. Now at the docks there is a black speedboat there that you can hotwire easily and get away.”
Derek pursed his lips together, not wanting to argue with his partner while he was running and being shot at by goons. He quickly located the boat, clothes sticking uncomfortably to his wet form even as he hotwired the boat as instructed. He had to admit to himself that he was good as dead back there if Stiles hadn’t intervened with the drone. It just hurt his pride a little that he had desperately needed such backup to begin with. “Damn Stiles, you’re so good to me. You’re so good to me. If you were a girl and here I would kiss you right now,” Derek admitted aloud.
“I mean… why let our sex stop us? If you are open to showing your appreciation, I’m not going to past up on that offer,” Stiles said boldly, openly fliting with Derek. He honestly knew it wouldn’t go anywhere because the man was too dense to see that the perfect person for him was right behind him, watching his six. But what should he expect flirting with a clearly straight guy, who had a long line of bad relationships with toxic women.
“Would you two stop flirting with each other, I’m trying not to gag over here,” a curly-haired man with a crooked jaw said as he plopped mail onto Stiles’s desk.
“I’m not flirting with him, Scottie. Am I flirting with you Der? No, I’m pretty sure I’m just being the best co-pilot I can be,” Stiles cooed, now in a better mood now that Derek was currently steering himself away from danger in his speedboat.
“Yes. Friendship Goals,” Derek agreed, showing his support to Stiles.
Stiles grimaced while Danny patted his shoulder in sympathy.
“Hey Big Bad, you know you’re killing it right?” Stiles said, refusing to acknowledge being friend zoned yet again.
“Yeah, but if something isn’t done about the enemy quickly, I’m going to be the one that is killed!” Derek exclaimed over the waves as some of the goons managed to follow him on the speedboat.
“Roger that,” Stiles chirped suddenly seeing the approval for aerial aide in the chat box. It was a little too late for its initial use, but he’d use it anyway for Derek’s escape now. “Tell me your coordinates…. Putting in your coordinates and aide should arrive in three… two… one…” Stiles counted down and then made a big show of throwing his hands apart after hitting a button.
BOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM
The dock imploded on itself as the CIA directed rocket crashed into the wooden structure, sending henchmen and wooden debris flying everywhere. The boats that had tried to follow Derek had capsized from the wave created by the explosion and Derek gave a toothy grin to no one as he sped off to safety and to his amazing handler. He needed to show how much he appreciated Stiles and all he did. “Dinner is my treat tonight, be ready at 7 and have my dry cleaning ready for me before I return. I’ll need to wear something less wet,” he said, grimacing as he pointedly squished his shoes, looking baleful at being wet and uncomfortable.
xXx
LATER THAT DAY, AT A FANCY RESTUARANT
“I can’t do what I do without you. So, I got you something special,” Derek said warmly as he pushed forward a large gift bag. He flashed Stiles one of his Colgate smile, looking warmly at his coworker, eager to see what he thought of his gift. “I hope you like your gift.”
“Oh, it’s a wolf? Thanks?” Stiles said trying his best to smile back at his gift. He had been eager for his night out with Derek. They had always got along well with each other since the day Derek had noticed his talent as his supervisor during CIA training. He had been kind enough to admit that although he was talented, Stiles services were better suited as a handler for him, rather than an active agent because of Stiles awkward clumsiness.
They had had a partnership that spilled into their civilian life where he had become very good friends with Derek’s sisters Laura and Cora and with the Hale siblings parents. He had lied smoothly for Derek numerous times with the Hale Pack, as he like calling them. Smoothing over his and Derek’s absences with unexpected business trips and being Derek’s plus one to all his family gatherings. He even picked out Christmas gifts for the family and slapped both their names on it because Derek was terrible at picking out gifts.
Many had even joked that Stiles fit in the Hale family so well that they wouldn’t mind him marrying in. But Derek only laughed and said that Stiles was just a dear friend and both men never felt that way about one another. So honestly, it was Stiles for getting his hope up that this not a date, could somehow miraculously turn around into a date. He had openly told Derek more than once that he liked him and had even pointed out to him that even his exes saw Stiles as a potential threat. But Derek brushed it off saying that none of his exes could ruin his connection to his best friend and he liked him too.
Stiles wanted to drown in his sugary alcoholic drink as he hugged the large stuffed, black wolf against his chest. He honestly needed to give up because this was just pathetic to think Derek would finally see him for him. Stiles had even asked Danny for help getting dressed and felt visibly uncomfortable in his skinny jeans and posh shirt and jacket.
“You know, because you are always calling me Big Bad like the Big Bad Wolf, right? So, I just... I just thought…Well I thought that you would want a wolf of your own. Maybe I shouldn’t have given it to you…” Derek trialed off, his enthusiasm dying as he sensed he had somehow messed up. He didn’t like his best friend sulking while hugging onto a stuffed animal like he was three, while nursing a drink. He really valued Stiles in his life because he had been there longer than his longest relationships and was constantly saving him repeatedly. He reached out to grab his gift, blushing in frustration, brows crashing together in his embarrassment when Stiles yanked away from him.
“Touch it Derek and I will fork you,” Stiles threatened, hugging the black wolf closer even as he brandished his silverware. “You gave this to me and Sour Wolf is not going fucking anywhere,” Stiles slurred, already a little tipsy as Stiles held the wolf firmly in his lap.
“So, you like it?” Derek said hopeful. His face brightening up to the point that his bunny teeth were showing once more.
“I’m a little too old for stuffed animals. But if you don’t think I won’t cuddle the hell out of Sour Wolf as soon as I’m back at home, then you are sorely mistaken, Mister,” proclaimed Stiles. Then a little more loudly, “Waiter, a refill please!”
Derek smiled and ducked his head sheepishly, secretly pleased. The relationship he had with Stiles was the most important one he currently had. Even if he was starting to catch feelings with his enemy, Kate, they paled in comparison to seeing Stiles happy. He was sure that it was because they were such close friends that he felt that way about the younger man. But he couldn’t help but admitting to himself Stiles was the first voice he wanted to hear in the morning and the last he wanted to hear at night. But he was afraid it might spoil their friendship if he admitted something like that to his partner and friend.
“Are you two on a date?” a strawberry blonde woman in a fashionable, but skimpy dress, asked in mock surprise.
“Um…” Stiles said, surprised by the words. He knew he didn’t look like much of a date clutching a stuffed animal and one hand and an empty alcohol glass in another.
“Of course not,” Derek said standing up and nearly sloshing over his drink. “This is Lydia Martin, You know her, right Stiles? Lydia, this is Stiles Stilinski my friend and partner-in-crime,” Derek said starting introductions.
“I know Lydia. It’s a pleasure seeing you again. Impressive mission the other day,” Stiles said bitterly, trying to force a smile. He couldn’t determine who he hated more, Lydia for her popular girl personality’; or Jennifer, the latest bitch that nearly destroyed Derek’s heart by being a serial cheater. They could tie for all he cared.
“That’s a cute wolf. It looks so soft. Is it yours? Did Derek give it to you?” she asked innocently, trying to endear herself to Derek.
“Mine. No touching,” growled out Stiles, pettily hugging the plushie to his chest.
“Stiles!” Derek admonished. Although he couldn’t help but smile fondly at Stiles childishness and appreciation of his gift.
“I’m sure you wouldn’t mind a little company since the restaurant is crowded,” Lydia said already demanding a hapless waiter to bring another seat.
“I do mind because this is a celebration dinner between the two of us. So, if you don’t mind fliting with someone else and get in someone else’s pants cause this man is taken!” Stiles had really wanted to say that. Just tell her off and dress her down for the shameless office flirt she was having slept with half the male employees already. But he had sullenly kept his lips sealed, waiting for Derek to handle this. But alas, Derek was a clueless gentleman and had generously allowed Lydia to sit with them before she took over the conversation and talked about how great she was and how great they would be together.
Stiles just sat there sullenly nursing another sugary alcoholic drink while forcing down his meal that tasted like expensive cardboard. He barely managed to mumble out an excuse to leave the soonest he could finish his dinner saying he didn’t feel well and was calling it a night. He didn’t even bother to spare Derek a glance the moment he stood up, because well-manicured nailed fingers and syrupy words were already calling Derek’s attention back to Lydia.
xXx
“Your brother is as dense as he is face-meltingly hot.” Stiles grumbled into the soft, black fluff of the wolf Derek had given him while slumped to his side on the couch. He had been unable to stop pouting since he left his restaurant and had quickly shed those uncomfortable clothes to slip into his favorite pair of Batman PJ bottoms and a simple Batman tshirt with the Batman yellow and black logo front and center. He glared at the snickering of Cora, Laura, and Erica. All three knew of his major crush on the clueless Derek and were all three failing to look sympathetic to Stiles plight as they looked at him from their Zoom call.
“I tried to warn you that chasing after a straight, dense guy like Derek was useless. As much as I like you Stiles and wish Derek could date someone as stable and sane as you, you can’t just wish someone gay.
“Batman, maybe it’s time for you to give up on him and start looking at someone else. He’s been kind of treating you like his maid with the errands he has you run outside your job. My Batman shouldn’t sell himself short,” Erica said encouragingly. “I mean if I never got over my high school crush over you, I might not have found Byod.”
“That’s true…” Stiles said, letting out a heartful sigh. He couldn’t make Derek gay, just as Erica couldn’t make her crush and dearest friend straight. He reluctantly sat up and looked at the three women who were almost as close to him as they were to Derek. They had been his biggest cheerleader when it came to him revealing his crush on Derek. But even they couldn’t help him now when it was obvious the man was attracted to disastrous women and saw him more as a friend and assistant. “Maybe I should go on vacation somewhere and forget Derek for a few days.”
“Don’t make it sound like you are planning your own funeral Stiles. A vacation sounds amazing. I know the introvert in you is flailing in panic, but this could be great. You can see new locations, new people. Maybe have yourself some foreign affair and put some color back into those pasty cheeks of yours,” Cora chirped up excitedly pulling up her phone. “I could even plan it for you at a reasonable cost. It’ll be fun.”
“Yeah… fun…” Stiles said reluctantly, still not over Derek, but knowing he had to get his shit together sooner or later. That was when he heard an insistent knock on the door and his eyebrow rose in question. “Derek?” A hesitant smile on his face as he dismissed the girls on his laptop to answer his apartment door.
The moment Stiles opened his door, he regrated it. There standing at his door, look just as handsome as he was an asshole, was his worktime nemesis, Jackson Whittemore. He had been leaning his hip against Stiles’s doorframe, his hair perfectly coifed, and a smirk always ready on his kissable lips.
“Stiles… “Jackson began, straightening the tie of his impeccable three-piece suit. He was about to step forward, expecting Stiles to invite him in, but Stiles rudely placed his open palm against Jackson’s face in protest.
“How the fuck do you know where I live Whittemore?” groused Stiles the moment he realized who it was.
“I’m a spy, it’s in my business to find things out,” Jackson said smugly as he pulled Stiles hand and dropped a kiss to his knuckles. “Are you going to let me just stand here in your hallway or are you going to invite me in?” Jackson questioned, but when the introvert hesitated at the door, the spy pulled out a bottle from behind his back. “I brought wine.”
“Fuck, I guess tonight is a night of mistakes then,” sighed out Stiles, resigned. He grabbed Jackson by the tie and led him inside, giving the man enough range to close and lock the door before leading him pass the laptop in his living room. “Good night, ladies, apparently I have company tonight,” he said with a playful roll of his eye and a quick click to end the zoom call just as Jackson waved to his friends.
“Come on before I get whiskey dick,” Stiles said, releasing Jackson’s tie and drawing up his tshirt as he made his way to the bedroom.
“Fuck yeah!” Jackson said eagerly, stripping as he went. He nearly tripped over his shoes as he shimmed out of his slacks and followed closely after a begrudgingly amused Stiles. Their last sexual encounter was at the office Christmas party half a year ago, with drunken blowjobs and a mutual hand job before they nearly got caught in the copier room. Jackson had been a little smitten after experiencing Stile’s mouth in action when he wasn’t sassing people. But every time he ran across the handler in their workplace afterward, Stiles avoided him like the plague. Which was perplexing because every man and woman desired Jackson Whittemore.
So, he figured some liquid courage and bribing Danny with money for Stile’s address would bring them closer together. “I knew you wanted to fuck me. Of course, because no one can resist me,” Jackson said confidently as he quickly threw off his jacket and vest, before starting on the buttons of his crisp, white shirt as he entered the bedroom. He was slammed against the bedroom door, shirt ripped open by greedy hands as buttons flew everywhere.
Two hands were framing either side of Jackson’s head. The bewildered spy stared in surprise at the sobering stare that Stiles look at him with. “What the fuck!” Jackson gasped out in surprised anger. It was an expensive ass shirt. But anymore protests were quickly swallowed up by eager lips and hands fondling his ass.
“You’re not naked Jackson. Get that way in the next second or I’m kicking your pert ass out and keepin the bottle of wine,” Stiles threatened, playfully smacking one of Jackson’s cheeks before moving to sit on his bed. He smirked when the spy quickly took off his briefs and even shoved off his socks in case even his footwear counted. “Good, now kneel like a good boy and I’ll give you your reward,” Stiles purred out, already loosening the drawstring of his batman pajama bottoms.
It was honestly a shame that Derek couldn’t be so obedient as he absently watched Jackson sink to his knees and crawl towards him. His hands sliding up Stiles clothed thighs before his arms coiled around his waist. He indulgently ran his fingers through Jackson’s hair, slowly taken it out of its perfect coif as Jackson sighed and nuzzled his clothed crotch. “I love how eager you are Jackson, but I can’t give you your reward if your arms are wrapped around me like that.” Stiles chuckled indulgently, needing this distraction to forget Derek as he dropped a kiss on Jackson’s nose.
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