The stand alone, claw-foot tub was hardly ever used anymore. Showers were so much faster, and to be honest, more modern than the mid century looking tub. With its gold feet and absurdly tall spout it was really a work of art. Outdated art, but art nothing less.
The old candles lined up on the window seal looked as if they had seen better days. Wrinkled like old men and varying in sizes and widths, they were oddly arranged. It didn't look like much effort had been put into it and clearly they did not care very much because melted wax cluttered the rest of the window seal.
The window itself was a decent size. It looked over the vast country side. Hills rolled in the distance as the bright moon came up behind them. The glass fogged slightly and the whole thing looked erie.
The sight was something to behold. Haunting, ravishing even. So when Stiles stumbled up the stairs with a sleepy Derek following closely behind he stopped. On their way to the shower was this mystical sight and Stiles couldn't think of a better way to spend the night with the man he loved dearly.
Stiles turned around and pressed a light kiss to Derek's temple. The man could barely stand he was so tired and Stiles didn't feel like holding him up the whole shower. He led Derek over to the toilet and shut the lid. "Sit here for just a minute, baby," Stiles whispered in Derek's ear.
He found an old lighter under the sink and lite the ten oddly shaped candles. Then he turned the nob for hot water to fill the bath. Nothing happened. Just as Stiles was about to give up and just start the shower, water started spitting out rapidly from the faucet.
"There we go," he whispered under his breath and marveled at the sigh for a minute.
"Ok baby, let's get these clothes off." Stiles helped Derek strip. First his shirt and then his jeans and boxers in one motion. "Stand up. Help a guy out." Stiles led Derek by wrapping the mans arm around his shoulders. They stopped by the tub and Stiles picked up one of Derek's legs and deposited it into the water. Derek jumped a little but moaned and relaxed when he felt the warmth of the water. Stiles helped the rest of him in and laid Derek down the best he could. A knee oddly stuck out of the water but Stiles gave up.
"Stlesss?" Derek moaned from the water.
"I'm right here," Stiles kissed Derek on the top of the head. "I'm going to get your shampoo and body wash. I'll be right back, baby."
"Mmmmm," was all of the reply that Stiles got.
He smiled to himself and walked into the shower to gather Derek's things. He decided he would just take a shower in the morning. There was no way Derek was letting him in the tub too.
Stiles walked back over to Derek and set out everything he needed. "Are you ready baby?" Derek moaned and Stiles smiled, taking that as a sufficient answer.
He folded up a fluffy towel and propped Derek's head up on the back of the tub. Stiles uncapped the shampoo and started working it into his hands. The moment those long fingers made contact with Derek's head Stiles swore Derek just went lax. He was letting out little puffs of air and his eyes were closed peacefully as Stiles massaged his head. He took an extra few minutes just running his hands through Derek's silky black hair. It was so soft, kind of like satin.
He rinsed out the shampoo quickly and then grabbed the body wash. He got extra to really make sure Derek was feeling good. He first worked over his arms. He kneaded the knots out of the muscle and even massaging Derek's big hands. All Derek could do was lay in the water and moan out every once in a while.
Derek's legs came second. Getting the same treatment as his arms, Derek, impossibly, relaxed further.
Once Stiles was finished and had rinsed Derek off he stood and kissed Derek's forehead. "Time to get out baby."
Derek moaned and groaned. "I know, grumpy cat. Just take a breath. Everything will be alright." Stiles eventually got Derek out of the tub and dried him off with the towel. He wrapped him up tightly and then carried Derek into the bed room. Derek was heavy, all muscly but lean, and Stiles could barely balance him on the way to the bedroom.
Stiles dumped his body on the bed a moment later and went to find Derek some pajamas along with clothes for himself. He ended up just stripping to his boxers and bring Derek a pair. As he unwrapped Derek from the warm towel the man sloppily threw his hand out as a failed attempt to hit Stiles away. Stiles just continued to put the underwear on and cover Derek up tightly.
He went back to the bathroom and brushed his teeth. When he got to the room again Derek had already passed out under the covers. He looked like a little kid snuggled up in a big bed. Stiles smiled to himself and clambered in behind Derek. He folded himself all around Derek: their legs intertwined, Stiles' arms around Derek's frames, and their hearts beating in time.
Just as Stiles was about to drift off Derek moved slightly against him and slurred, "Luuh yoo."
Stiles laughed and kissed the back of his head. "I love you too, Derek."
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Bath Time
FanfictionStiles and Derek spend a rare and intimate moment in the old fashioned bath tub. (M/M don't like don't read)