High on Zipping into Love

High on Zipping into Love: Chapter #7

Stiles hurries home and then freezes when the front door closes behind him. Is he really going to do this? Maybe he should have waited. He's not a one night stand kind of guy and well, he doesn't know where Derek lives. Truth be told he doesn't really know Derek at all, and Derek doesn't know him. This is all so new and what if it goes horribly wrong. He can't just bring someone into his and Olivia's lives until he's sure about them and if they're gonna just fuck around, then it won't work. Wait.

The amber eyed man takes a deep breath and reminds himself that Derek has a kid, an adorable kid, and therefore he wouldn't do that would he? Derek wouldn't just fuck around, right? Stiles doesn't want their kids to get hurt if things don't work out between them. He also doesn't want to get Olivia's hopes up. He hasn't dated anyone since he had Olivia.

He closes his eyes and goes through his breathing exercises. He takes a deep breath in for a count of four, holds it for a count of three and then exhales for a count of five. His phone buzzes after the fifth time he takes a breath.

[Erica]
Don't overthink this and yeah, I know that's exactly what you are doing right now. So, don't. Take a minute to breath and get your head on straight. Then, go get ready and be your sexy, nerdy self with that gorgeous guy. Boyd and I have Olivia. She's safe and she's already convinced Boyd to let her teach him how to braid her hair. We'll make a night of it. Let yourself have this, Batman. You deserve it. Now go get it Tiger!

Stiles smiles and sends back a thumbs up emoji as he hurries upstairs to shower. He allows the tension to bleed out of his body as he soaps up his hair, the chestnut curls longer than normal but he prefers them this way. The feeling of the water and soap suds on his skin is relaxing. He's about to get out when he pauses, his stomach flipping as he thinks back to what Cora said about a hotel room. He starts to feel a tad self-conscious. He knows he looks good because he's been told as much a lot, He works as a zipline instructor and owns the park. So, he's on it every single day, working his muscles, but what if Derek—His hand grazes his soft cock and then his finger grazes his hole. He chews his lip and starts debating if he should shave.

Now, Stiles is aware that some guys don't care but he cares about looking and feeling his best. He doesn't like having a lot of hair himself. He's glad he had shaved the night before. So, he's basically bare right now except for a small amount of hair at the base of his dick.

After debating for five minutes, he shakes his head and runs his trembling hands through his hair, letting the water run down his face. He's not going to do anything. Either Derek will like it, or he won't but there's no use overthinking it. Plus, there's no guarantee that they'll get to that point tonight or anytime soon, no matter how much UST Erica claims there is between them. They just met and Stiles has never put out on the first date let alone the second or third. Not that he expects there to be more, but he hopes there will. There's just something about Derek and it's another reason why he's not going to do anything but be himself.

With that decided he gets out of the shower, dries off and secures the towel around his hips. He heads to his closet and doesn't let himself dwell on what he's going to wear. He easily pulls on a long-sleeved button up shirt that is wine red. He grabs out black boxer briefs, black dress pants and his black dress shoes.

In less than fifteen minutes, he's taking in the sight of himself as he looks in the mirror, unbuttoning and rolling up his sleeves. Erica always says that his forearms are drool worthy and Stiles has to agree. He's startled when his phone buzzes suddenly from where it sits on his dresser. He fumbles with it as he unlocks it to check his messages.

[Derek]
Hey. It's Derek. I should be at yours in about fifteen minutes. Is that okay?

[Stiles]
Perfect! I'm ready.