bakerstreet | what's your number

In your dreams, Hale. You just think you'll have a better chance topping me, but let me tell you, I'm the master of games. I'll beat you so hard, you'll actually thank me for the privilege.

[Stiles Cocky Stilinski. Totally his legit middle name.]

That's pretty big talk, Stiles, but can you actually back it up? I doubt it. I always come out on top.

[Says the guy who, if they're still talking about games, would probably hold the controller wrong, honestly.]

[They might be talking about games. They might not be. Stiles' mind was sort of half in the gutter at all times. Blame his hormones.]

You know what? It's on, Derek. One way or another, I'm defeating that smug wolf ass.

[Derek is aware of this. The better question is why the hell is he encouraging this behavior right now. Which he's not, really... Really... Maybe not really?]

You know what you're getting into, right? Enhanced senses, reflexes... Just because Scott is gentle with you doesn't mean I will be too.

What makes you think he's gentle with me. There is no going easy with the Stilesmeister.

[Unless they weren't talking about video games. Then there was some going easy. No biting. Hard. No hard biting. Mostly. In some s-- they were not talking about this.]

He goes easy on you. But if you're giving me permission not to, I definitely have no problem putting you in your place, if you think your ego can handle it.

[If Stiles beats his ass too hard, biting might happen regardless of whether or not they're still talking about video games. He's not an alpha anymore. Biting Stiles is totally back on the table.]

Your ego's the one that's going to be battered, Hale.

[Hey. Heeeeey... that... was totally true and kind of unfair. Okay. New plan. Stiles runs while he still can.]

Since you're so sure you'll be the one on top, maybe we should make things more interesting.

[Derek, no. His ass is already on the line, making a bet on something he'll ~~probably~~ definitely lose is a terrible idea. And no running, Stiles. The chase will just make it more fun.]

[... Curiosity piqued.]

Interesting how? You want to lose money too?

[Fight or flight, Derek. Stiles was a flighter. There was going to be a chase. And that part he would lose.]

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.

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