Sterek Au: Valentines Day
They’d said no gifts because neither one of them needed lame stuffed animals, balloons, or boxes of empty calories to know they loved each other. But things were different this year. They were Serious (with a capital S) instead of serious (with a lower case s). Four months ago, Stiles had packed up his tiny apartment and moved into Derek’s house out in the country. “Our house,” Derek had said as he helped Stiles unpack his things, and Stiles had smiled at that. Their house, Derek and Stiles, Stiles and Derek. Living together under the same roof, sharing a bed, a bathroom, bills and the mortgage. Sharing a life. Stiles still smiles whenever he thinks about it too hard.
Stiles is standing in line at the grocery store, cart full of the next two weeks’ worth of groceries, when he sees them. Large coffee mugs with DC comic emblems on the front. He thinks about it for all of three seconds before he grabs the black Batman mug for himself, and then the blue Superman mug for Derek.
It is completely acceptable to break the Valentine’s Day rule for matching Batman and Superman coffee mugs.
Valentine’s Day morning, Stiles has to get up early and drive to Oregon. Derek’s still asleep after he’s showered and dressed in his work suit, and Stiles is half-way through breakfast before he looks out the window and realizes it’s snowing. Great, just what he wanted to deal with today.
Before he leaves, he takes a condom he found randomly in the bottom drawer in the bathroom (that expired three years ago, Derek really should clean more often) and writes “be my valentine?” on it with a sharpie alongside a small heart. He leaves it on his pillow beside Derek’s head (because even though they haven’t used condoms in four years doesn’t mean he won’t get the message), drops a light kiss against Derek’s lips, and leaves the two mugs sitting on the kitchen counter side by side. He presses a post-it to the counter that says, “Because you’re my Superman in every single way <3.”
Then he walks outside into the snow.
Happy Valentine’s Day, Stiles. I loved the mug. But we said no presents!
I know, but I couldn’t resist :) What better way to show you my love than through useless comic book coffee mugs?
Am I really your Superman?
Yep. And not just because you’re like super strong. I mean, duh, everyone I know has super powers. Doesn’t make you special or anything.
Tonight I’ll show you exactly why you’re my Superman.
I love you.
I love you, too.
Halfway through the day, Stiles goes into the bathroom and snaps a shot of himself in his Batman underwear, with his dress pants pushed to his thighs, and texts it to Derek.
He’s in the middle of a grueling meeting when Derek texts him back. He almost chokes when he sees the picture of Derek lying in bed in nothing but matching Superman undies.
Stiles finds it difficult to concentrate on the meeting after that because his mind keeps drifting to Derek’s thighs, Derek’s abs, Derek’s hips. Most of all, he can’t stop thinking about peeling off those Superman underwear with his teeth.
Stiles is exhausted. He gets into traffic three times on his way home, most likely due to the snow, and calls Derek to tell him he’s going to miss dinner. He doesn’t know whose disappointment is louder. Driving through the snow, going to another state, and sitting in board meetings was not the way he wanted to spend his first Valentine’s Day with Derek as co-habitators. Yeah, Valentine’s Day is a stupid holiday created by the candy companies and popular people to make single people feel like shit. But before Derek, Stiles had exactly one Valentine, and that was Scott in the fourth grade. He’s just not over the excitement of actually getting Valentine’s Day sex with someone who isn’t on a computer screen.
By the time he pulls into the driveway, it’s after 10 p.m., and the snow is already nearly a foot deep. He trudges through the blanket covering the yard, not even taking the time to appreciate how gorgeous it looks.
Inside the house, he drops his keys into the bowl and his briefcase by the door as he toes off his shoes. “Derek?” Stiles calls out as he loosens his tie and drapes his jacket over the back of the couch. The house is quiet, too quiet. Stiles walks into the kitchen and finds the two mugs he bought sitting on the counter, whipped cream spilling out of the top. Stiles smiles as he goes over to them. A post-it note is sticking on the counter between them.
Follow the post-its. Bring the mugs. Leave your shirt.
Stiles grins as he quickly strips off his shirt and tie, leaves them on the kitchen island, and grabs the two mugs. Post-its are pressed against the walls, with arrows and hearts on them, directing Stiles first into the living room. On the coffee table, Stiles finds another post-it and a box with a bow. He sets the mugs on the table as he picks up the box and reads the post-it.
Bring the box along with the mugs. Leave your pants.
Stiles laughs as he takes off his pants and leaves them on the couch. He holds the box under his arm before picking up the mugs and following the post-it arrows and hearts up the stairs. At the top of the stairs, one of post-its has a stick figure drawing of what Stiles thinks is supposed to be him and wolfed out Derek kissing. He plucks that one from the wall and presses it on top of the box. At the bedroom door, he pauses and reads the note.
Take off your socks and tie if you haven’t already. You look ridiculous when you’re naked and in socks.
Stiles rolls his eyes, but uses his toes to rid himself of his socks. In just his underwear, he pushes his way into the bedroom.
Derek is stretched out, sitting against the headboard, in nothing but the Superman briefs. Stiles just stands there for a few moments, staring at the way Derek’s body looks in the soft light from the bedside lamp.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Derek says. The edge of his mouth curls into a smile, and Stiles grins.
“You bought me a gift,” Stiles says as he crosses the room and sits down on the bed. “We said no gifts.” Derek lifts a brow as he glances at the mugs in Stiles’ hand. “These don’t count.”
“Open the box.” Derek takes the mugs, stealing a sip from his own, as Stiles greedily opens the box. Inside are elegant chocolates in the shapes of the logos of the Justice League. Stiles’ mouth falls open as he looks up at Derek. “I found them online while I was at work.” He shrugs. “I couldn’t resist.”
“You are the best boyfriend ever!” Stiles says, torn between shoving a piece of chocolate in his mouth and throwing himself at Derek.
In the end, he does both.
After midnight, Stiles walks out onto the back porch, wearing nothing but a pair of flip flops and a thin blanket wrapped around his naked body. He shivers as he watches the flakes fall and admires the way the moon reflects off the snow covering the ground. A few moments later, Derek presses up behind him, surrounding Stiles in warmth as he wraps his arms around his body. In each hand, he has a steaming cup of coffee in the new mugs. Derek drops a kiss against Stiles’ temple.
“It’s not Valentine’s Day anymore,” Stiles says before taking a sip of coffee. It burns his tongue, but feels good against the freezing night.
“It ends when I say it ends.” Derek nuzzles against the side of Stiles’ face, kissing and nipping at his cheek, the crook of his jaw.
“Alright then, Cupid,” Stiles laughs.
“I have many more things planned for you,” Derek says, cupping Stiles lightly through the blanket.
“I just want it stated for the record how cold it is out here.”
Derek chuckles as he kisses a line to Stiles’ lips, and then Stiles turns his head for a proper kiss. “I love you,” Derek says against his mouth.
“I love you, too. Happy Valentine’s Day.”