Sterek One-Shots

Office Romance

Derek loved owning his own business. He loved making up his own hours, the money he made, the feeling of being successful, and most of all he loved his employees. Especially the tall, lanky ones with freckles and moles dotting their skin all over, and who only ever wore T-shirt's and flannels despite a dress code, and who were always too loud without knowing it. Those ones. . . they got Derek flustered. When Derek hired Stiles, he never expected a crush to develop. He thought the kid was cute, sure, but that was the extent of his crush. Now, after six months, Derek had a hard time talking to him without stumbling over his own words. As his boss, it was very unprofessional.

Today, when Derek walked into the office, he was more flustered than usual. Stiles was sitting at his desk, which Derek had a good view of from his office. It sort of just worked out that way, but Derek wasn't complaining. Anyways, Derek had to talk to him about a picture. A rather sexy picture that Stiles sent him last night. Unsure of whether it was meant for him or not, he didn't reply and instead just turned off his phone. He may or may not have stared at it for a good while, but that was besides the point.

"Hey, Stiles? Can I see you in my office?" Derek asked, nodding his head towards his office as Stiles hesitated, but stood. He walked in first and waited for Stiles to enter before shutting the door behind them. "You can sit, but this shouldn't take long." He walked around to his side of the desk and sat as Stiles took the seat across from him. "Do you know what this is about?" Derek asked, just because he wanted to know.

Stiles shook his head with an expression that showed he was thinking. "Uh, is it about the customer complaint Lydia and I got on our joint project?" he wondered, though he wasn't even convinced of his own answer. "If not, I have no idea."

Derek felt his cheeks heat up and hoped Stiles couldn't notice. He really didn't want to have to show Stiles the message, but if he was going to play innocent, then he had to. "No, it's about this," Derek sighed, unlocking his phone to reveal the picture of Stiles in nothing but tight boxer briefs. Stiles' face immediately turned bright red as he searched for words. "Can you tell me why I received this picture at 2am?"

"Sir, I am so sorry," Stiles gushed, shaking his head. "That was meant for someone else. This is so embarrassing."

Derek could tell how upset he was, so he tried not to make it worse. "I'm not angry, I'm just concerned. How did this even happen?" Maybe the How wasn't so important, but Derek was curious about it.

Stiles stared at his lap and continued shaking his head. "I'm so stupid," he mumbled, finally looking up. "The last two people I texted were you and Lydia. I must have been so tired that I tapped your name instead of hers and didn't notice."

Derek remembered Stiles texting him a few days ago, some questions about an ad he was making, but that was it. Then he received a picture that was supposed to go to Lydia? Derek could have sworn Stiles was gay, but maybe he was wrong. "It's okay, Stiles. Just be more careful next time."

"Again, I'm so sorry," Stiles said as he stood, his face very sincere. Derek smiled and waved him off. "Thank you for not killing me," he joked, and Derek rolled his eyes.

"Get back to work, Stilinski."

Stiles grinned, backing up towards the door while holding eye contact with Derek. "Yes, sir." And then he turned around and walked out, leaving the door open. Derek tried not to watch his ass, but he failed.