Steve Rogers (onurleft) wrote in momadness_log, @ 2021-09-28 20:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | marvel: steve rogers, teen wolf: derek hale |
Who: Derek Hale and Steve Rogers
What: A Date
When: Friday, Sept 17
Where: Starts at the Facility, to a Museum and dinner, then overnight in a hotel
Warning: NSFW
Status: Completed via Gdoc
Steve knew that Derek had made some kind of plan. He wanted to throw around some of that Hale money, and Steve wasn’t about to complain. They could go out for real, hold hands, cuddle in public, be a ridiculous and sappy, lovestruck couple. Even though they hadn’t finalized what they were going to do with regards to their public image, Steve wasn’t going to let that stop him, though. He was going to have a night out with his boyfriend. He hadn’t taken a night off since before Tony…
He had a small bag ready to go, sitting by the front door. Just a set of clothes for the next day, toothbrush, data pad charger plug… and a book. Because Steve couldn’t seem to go anywhere without one lately. He was ready to go super early, and waiting. Waiting because he didn’t want Derek to think he was… overeager?
Rather than knocking, Derek just used his key card. Every time, even when he was bone dead tired from a long day or a shift out in the woods overnight, getting into Steve's room like this gave him a thrill. The anticipation was thick in the air even before he got inside, and it mingled with his own. He was already smiling when he caught sight of Steve, but it blossomed into a grin when he noticed the bag.
Of course, this made kissing his boyfriend a little difficult, but he did it anyway, having taken three long strides to get to him and curl his fingers into Steve's collar in order to reel him in. "Always be prepared," he mumbled, laughing, against those plush lips he was hopelessly addicted to. "If you're not careful, I'll be tempted to never leave this room."
Steve had finished work early, had let everyone know that he was going to be unavailable for the night, and headed to his room to pack. Of course, that meant that he’d been waiting, rather impatiently, for the clock to change. When Derek came in, Steve had been pacing the room. He was on his feet, near the bed, and turned to smile warmly at his boyfriend.
The kiss was more than welcome. Steve returned it gently, arms lowering to wrap down and around his Wolf. “I wasn’t sure what the plan was, so I wanted to make sure… y’know, in case we wanted to stay out…” He grinned, then leaned in for another kiss. “You promised to take me out. Not stay in this room forever.”
Derek hummed against Steve's mouth and smoothed out the top of his shirt. "I did promise that, yes. But I could always keep you in another room." He leaned back, smirking, a scheming look in his eyes. "Hold you down. Take you apart, nice and slow. Maybe later. I really do have plans now."
He let go of Steve, but kept his hand. "I'm glad you're already packed. I have a feeling if we don't leave now, something will come up to keep you here. All we have to do is make it to the garage and off the grounds."
Derek’s words made Steve go a little lightheaded. “Now you’re the one in danger of convincing me to stay,” he said, cheeks a little pink, grinning softly. “Later. Definitely later.”
Steve laced their fingers together, then picked up his bag. “I think we can have willpower for that long.” They’d pulled a car over once before to give in to their passions--though, that was because of the moon and Derek and his instincts. Steve was hoping that they could make it through dinner, or whatever Derek had in mind… make it back to a hotel room where they could be as loud as they wanted to.
“Where are we going?” Steve asked, leading the way out of the room, tugging Derek along with him.
"The Cloisters in Washington Heights," Derek replied, laughing quietly at the eagerness with which Steve navigated them through the Facility. "Have you been? They have an extensive exhibit on Medieval European architecture that I thought you might like. And the view of the Hudson is amazing. It's one of the places I managed to visit when Laura and I lived there. Kind of nice that it existed in both places, but I'm curious about how much might be the same, or if the Cloisters on my world is completely different. And then we have reservations for an Italian place at 8, after which I booked us a room at the Mandarin Oriental Hotel."
A rare bout of uncertainty thrilled through him, and Derek lightly squeezed his boyfriend's fingers. "I know this is a lot. If it's too much, just tell me. I guess I've just wanted to spoil you for a long time now."
Well, well, well. Derek had made plans. Steve was impressed--though he really shouldn’t have been. Steve knew that Derek was the romantic sort deep down, and that he loved to lavish affection and attention on his boyfriend. Steve felt the same way--though he found it a little more difficult to plan dates in the twenty-first century. Which was why Steve’s dates were picnics after a hike, and Derek’s dates were fancy dinners and hotel rooms. Both were wonderful. Honestly, Steve would have been happy doing almost anything provided Derek was there, too.
“I haven’t been,” Steve admitted with growing excitement. Culture, good food, fancy hotel? “You’re going to spoil me rotten, Der.” Steve squeezed his hand.
"You're more than worth it." Derek, pink cheeked and smiling, leaned in and kissed his boyfriend's cheek, because that was a thing they did now. Openly. Everywhere. "And I hope you know if there's ever something you want to do, I'll try to make it happen. I'm going to give to charities and stuff too, probably invest so I don't go too crazy, but the rest is for us. Whatever we want."
Steve grinned at the kiss to his cheek. That was definitely a thing they did now. Openly. Everywhere. Especially at the Avengers Facility, where people either knew and didn’t care, or didn’t know and didn’t care. “I can’t think of anything, but I’ll keep it in mind.” Steve was trying to go day to day, sometimes hour to hour. Keeping the place afloat while Tony was sucked in some alternate dimension was practically a full-time job, on top of all the other projects they had going. Steve couldn’t imagine doing more than a night away, though that might be the first thing he’d want to do with an influx in funds. Travel.
“I suppose the Zoo in Central Park might take a donation. Or the Natural History Museum?” Steve said after considering it for a moment. Together they headed out of the elevator and down the hallway toward the garage.
"They probably would, although it would probably truly be a donation and not an incentive for some kind of VIP treatment—at the Zoo, I mean. I tend to...make most of the guests nervous. The animal guests. And probably the human ones too. Not sure if you've noticed it or not, but I can sort of be unintentionally intimidating sometimes." Derek walked them right up to a sleek black sports car and opened the passenger door for his date. "Thank god for SI and their ability to get me a perfectly legal driver's license."
Steve chuckled softly, then deadpanned, “I hadn’t noticed.” He stopped at the car door, letting Derek open it for him. It was a little weird. Normally he was the one doing things for other people… but it felt nice. Letting Derek open doors for him and comfort him… support him. He leaned in to steal a quick kiss before climbing into the car.
Once Derek was in the driver’s side and both were wearing seatbelts, Steve turned to him. “Did it take much work? The driver’s license?”
If they hadn't been on an admittedly casual schedule, Derek would have been tempted to back Steve up against the very expensive car so he could kiss the other man senseless, but they did, so he didn't. The tips of his ears felt warm as he slid in the other side and started it with a press of a button. "I guess technically being a Wakandan citizen living on Consulate soil gives me a little bit of diplomatic leeway, which means any car I operate automatically becomes part of the motor pool." He chuckled and winked before pulling out of the garage and on to the road that would lead them to their destination. "Try the radio? Find us something to listen to. Something you like."
Steve was head over heels in love with that wink, that smile, that man sitting beside him, driving the car out of the garage and pulling onto the road. He reached forward to fiddle with the radio, finding that the buttons were nowhere near as fulfilling as turning knobs to try and tune in on a station. All this digital- and satellite- radio was really disappointing, as far as Steve was concerned.
He clicked through to a classical station and paused. Rosamunde by Schubert was playing. “Too boring?” Steve asked, looking over at Derek as he drove.
"No," Derek said around a throat that was suddenly thick with emotion, "it's perfect." He drove in silence for a few achingly familiar bars. "Dad used to play this kind of music when the full moon was coming. He liked to think it calmed us down, but it was mostly Mom giving us the Alpha-look behind her back. She could wield them way better than I've ever been able to. Never even had to growl." The knot in his chest was still there, the one he always got whenever he talked about his family, but something about it hurt just a little bit less than usual. Maybe because he was sharing them with Steve. "They would have loved you."
Steve reached over and rested his hand on Derek’s thigh on the seat beside him. It wasn’t forward, suggestive, sexual at all… just a comforting, warm weight of his palm against his boyfriend’s leg. He both loved to be given insight into Derek’s world--his past, his thoughts, his feelings… but he also hated that there seemed to be so much pain and sadness there. If Steve could go back and change it, he would. Save everyone. Give Derek back what he’d lost. He couldn’t, though. All he could do was be there. “I would have loved them, I’m sure.” Steve said, softly.
That sentiment and some lighter conversation got them into the city and to their destination. Derek parked at the hotel—valet, of course—since all of their destinations were within a few blocks of one another, and he didn't hesitate to hold Steve's hand the whole time they walked to the Cloisters. Something he'd forgotten that he loved about New Yorkers was the way they ignored pretty much everyone around them, whether their faces were glued to their phones or not. About the only time people seemed to notice anything was the handful of times they were stopped at a crosswalk.
First it was glances at their hands, and then longer stares at Steve as they tried to work out where they'd seen him. Derek had gotten a preview of this at the steak restaurant on their first date, but it seemed somehow more pronounced out there on the street. Fortunately, the lights changed before anyone plucked up the courage to ask for a selfie or an autograph. There were a few pictures taken, however. He heard the whir and click of camera phones at nearly every street corner. "You tried to warn me," Derek said when the crowds finally thinned near the park's entrance. "About how it would be, I mean. It's always going to be like that, isn't it."
They climbed out of the car together and hands clasped together as they made their way down the street. Being in the city was energizing for Steve. He felt good being out in the fresh air and sunshine, holding his boyfriend's hand, ignoring the people who turned to stare.
Steve gave Derek's hand a tight squeeze--not enough to hurt, but definitely enough to make his presence known. He nodded. "I did. And it is. Are you... having second thoughts?"
"No." It came out automatically, but then Derek forced himself to pause and think about it for a longer moment. "No, but it's a lot. Being seen." He laughed at another thought. "I probably should have warned you before now, but my eyes reflect light in pictures. With the flash on, at least. I didn't notice much of that, though, so hopefully it won't be too glaring when they start popping up online."
The automatic response made Steve's heart swell. He felt warm and happy, and squeezed Derek's hand again. "It is a lot." Nothing they couldn't handle together, Steve assumed... But then Derek mentioned something about his eyes and flash pictures, and Steve looked over at Derek with surprise. "Your eyes... reflect light in pictures?" He didn’t care about what would happen if pictures showed up online. That part didn’t bother him--he’d been in the public eye for so long, he was used to shutting that part out of his life.
Derek pulled his phone out and paused on the walkway, fiddling with the former to actually get the flash to come on automatically. Pulling Steve in close, he held it out to take a couple of selfies, one smiling full on and then a second capturing the moment he turned and kissed his boyfriend's cheek. He got the gallery open and showed the cute, goofy picture first. It was normal enough. The other one, however, featured Steve's face just fine, but most of Derek's face was obscured by bright spots of glaring light. It was less like an animal's eyes reflecting a flat color and more like someone had turned a spotlight on midway up his face. "See? Made picture day super awkward at school. My parents had to sign a note saying 'no flash photography' every year, and I had to be really careful at games."
Steve smiled warmly down at the picture of the kiss to his cheek. Goofy. Cute. And then he gave a little gasp. He took the phone gently and inspected it. “...wow. That’s more than just reflecting the light,” he commented, holding the phone back out to his Wolf. “I can imagine that might raise a few eyebrows.”
"I actually got arrested. A couple of times," he amended with a wince. Those were a difficult few months, which was severely underselling it. Derek could laugh about it now, and did so while shaking his head. "My mug shots baffled the local Sheriff's office. It was the closest I came to exposing the supernatural to the normal human world."
For a short moment, Derek just stood there, watching Steve while a question that had been on his mind circulated through his head. Of course, it didn't actually come out as a question, and he picked the worst phrasing ever to start out. "I need to tell you something. It's not bad, at least I don't think so. I've been working with Colonel Rhodes about signing the Accords. Because I'd like to sign up to try out for the Avengers. I want to join your team."
Steve nodded and was about to respond… something about exposing the supernatural world to the human world, and how that wasn’t exactly the best idea he could think of. But then Derek looked at him with those eyes, and Steve found that thinking was hard. He blinked, though, nervous momentarily when Derek confessed he had something to tell Steve, but then.
Steve was torn between thinking that was the most awesome and romantic thing ever--for Derek to want to join his team--and also feeling nervous. He didn’t like the idea of his boyfriend being in danger. “You want to join the Avengers?” He asked, his hand finding Derek’s again to lace their fingers together.
Reaching over, Derek took his phone back and tucked it away with his free hand. A part of him wanted to shift uncertainly, but he stood his ground as much against himself as anything else. "I do. I want to help more. It was something I never really got a chance to do on my world. All of this feels like a second chance to do better, to be better. Probably sounds silly, but I want to be the kind of man who's worthy to be at your side. The sort of person you deserve, because I—I love you."
Steve released Derek’s hand so he could bring both up to his Wolf’s face. He cupped Derek’s cheeks and pulled his boyfriend in for a kiss. This was not one of those innocent, sweet kisses. No, this was full on, emotion, passion, tongues tangling kind of kisses. Hungry and forceful and Steve almost whimpered into it.
Derek totally whimpered, and his knees did their dead level best to buckle under the very welcome onslaught. Hearing more low whirs of camera phones didn't remotely bother him, not when Steve was kissing within an inch of his life. He came back up for air pink cheeked and grinning uncontrollably. "So does this mean you're okay with the idea? I know I still have to try out and everything, and I might not make the cut, but I wanted to try."
"Yes, I'm okay with the idea," Steve responded, pink-lipped and grinning softly. He brought his forehead to rest against Derek's for a moment, just breathing him in. There were more clicks of camera phones, but he didn't care. Steve only had one thought in his head, one sensation in his heart: it was all about his Wolf. His boyfriend. His love. He chuckled, pulling back and taking hold of Derek's hand again. (Steve didn't think he'd ever let it go.)
"It might be the worst idea in the world. I'll be so distracted, worried about your safety." It was only partially true--Steve knew he'd worry, but he also knew that his Wolf could handle himself. He lifted their twined hands to kiss the back of Derek's. "But I think it's a wonderful idea."
Dazed by both heady relief and an overwhelming affection, Derek could only only continue to smile. His skin buzzed everywhere Steve had been, and the scent of his lover had entrenched itself in his heart. He would know it anywhere, no matter what. Steve was pack. More than that he was—he was…mate. Derek sucked in a shallow breath as his human mind caught up with what his preternatural instincts had known for a while.
The revelation nearly knocked him sideways, but Steve's shoulder was right there when he listed into it as they started walking again. With their hands trapped between them, it was just another physical manifestation of the ways in which Derek always felt secure around him. Secure together. He heard his voice from what seemed like a great distance. "I'll put in something official next week. And rather than worry, we can focus on having each other's back, like we do now. Speaking of now, want to go look at some Medieval stuff and then eat ourselves silly with Italian food?"
Steve turned to look over at Derek when their shoulders connected. He grinned softly, loving the contact between them. It was grounding. It was beautiful and wonderful and everything he could have hoped for in… well, everything. At Derek’s question, he nodded. “Let’s definitely go look at some Medieval stuff and then eat ourselves silly with Italian food. Only, maybe not uncomfortably silly,” he said, squeezing his lover’s hand. His cheeks went very pink as he added, “I have plans for you later. I want you in peak condition.”
A delicious shiver went down Derek's spine, and his grin at his boyfriend went sharp, hungry. "Can't wait."