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It was actually gross, Tia thought to herself as she watched Stiles kick his feet up onto his desk and lean back in his chair, mouth split wide as he laughed into the phone. Or, rather, it would be gross, except for the fact that Stiles was a genuinely decent person, if a raging asshole, and he never rubbed it in anyone’s face that he apparently had the world’s perfect boyfriend.
Stiles laughed again and got this ridiculously fond expression on his face as he listened to Boytoy speak, like he couldn’t believe his luck. Tia was of the opinion that it should be the other way around, and she and the other girls in the offer had sworn an oath to destroy Boytoy if he ever did anything to hurt Stiles. Not on their watch.
“Boytoy again?” Maria asked from the next table over, sighing when Tia nodded. “Damn. I don’t know who to be more jealous of.”
“Right?” Tia agreed, a long-running conversation between them. “I think maybe I’m just at the point where I’m consumed by jealousy over their entire relationship.”
“Same,” Maria nodded, both of them giving Stiles a big thumb’s up when his eyes fell on them, before cooing delightedly when a faint flush rose in his cheeks. “That boy is too cute for words,” she added.
Stiles laughed again and rested his hand over his heart.
It had become something of a joke in the office that no one actually knew Boytoy’s name. Stiles refused to tell, always grinning about how much his boyfriend loved the name, which was a pretty clear indication that he was lying like a rug. The first time Josephine had called the boyfriend ‘Boytoy’ without any irony, Stiles had snort-laughed so hard that his energy drink had shot out of his nose, making it nearly impossible for him to breathe between that and the hysterical laughter. Then he’d gotten on the phone and called Boytoy to tell him, only to laugh even harder at the shouting that had come down the line loud enough for everyone in the office to hear.
“Love you too,” Stiles had said cheekily, ending the call mid-rant. “Ooh, I’m so gonna get it when I get home,” he had shivered delightedly, not even repentant when he ended up having to buy Mrs. Anderson a bunch of flowers and a chocolate brownie for giving her palpitations with that comment.
But the nickname persisted and now, two years on, still no one knew the poor guy’s name, and he was just collectively referred to as Boytoy.
The funniest part came during a staff meeting. Stiles was late, unusual for him, and by the time he arrived everyone else was assembled- including the regional manager- around the conference room table. He dashed into the room, pale and looking exhausted, muttered his apologies and slumped down into his seat.
“Hey man, you okay?” Charlie asked, nudging Stiles as he whispered the question.
“Yeah man, just had a family emergency over the weekend,” Stiles told him tiredly.
“Do you need to go home?” Mark, the RM, asked. “Do want to call Boytoy to come get you?”
There was a moment of brief confusion, everyone present knowing something was wrong with the question but no one quite sure what, before Stiles quirked a wry smile and Stella spluttered a laugh she couldn’t cover in time.
“There is something deeply unsettling about a fifty year old man referring to another man as ‘boytoy’ in a completely platonic context during a staff meeting,” Julian, the HR manager said eventually, a smirk of his own curling his mouth.
“Oh god,” Stiles groaned, his own blush matching Mark’s as he pitched forward to thump his forehead onto the table as the room erupted around him.
“Tia!” Stiles panted as he appeared in front of her desk, eyes frantic and hair a mess. “I just got a call from Sanchez and she needs case files picked up and brought here asap, but Boytoy is on his way here to pick me up–”
“–for your romantic three day weekend away, yeah yeah, rub it in,” Tia sighed. “Give me the address and i’ll go now.”
“No, I’ve got to go, they need my clearance to be released. But thanks,” Stiles said as an afterthought. “No, can you just keep an eye out for Boytoy, tell him I won’t be long? He’s my height, perpetually sour expression, eyebrows that are alive independent of his face,” he described as he shrugged into his coat. “Tell him I’ll be five minutes late, but I’m rushing to get back, okay?”
And with that, he was gone. Tia would have been lying to herself if she said she wasn’t looking forward to finally meeting the guy, but she had a duty, had sworn to uphold her oath, so she stamped down the excitement and composed an office-wide email, then sat back and waited.
About fifteen minutes after Stiles had left, the room was filled with people, none of whom were saying much, least of the reason they were all assembled together, most of them outside of their own departments. Five minutes passed, then ten, and when the elevator dinged the entire room went to attention without actually moving a muscle. It was one of the more impressive and bizarre things Tia had ever experienced. She typed unseeingly at the computer until the guest approached her desk and she glanced up, swallowing hard as she did so.
The dude was stacked, muscle on muscle with perfectly groomed facial hair, truly impressive eyebrows and eyes that were coloured like a Dale Frank painting. He drew to a stop in front of her desk and she swallowed hard before speaking.
The second it was out she knew she’d made a mistake. The guy’s eyebrows pulled down, his lips deepened at the corners and his chest expanded like he was about to begin yelling.
But instead, he just huffed out a soft laugh, smiled a shy little smile that displayed the most adorable bunny teeth on the planet, and seemed to barely manage to refrain from rolling his eyes. “The very one,” he replied, then glanced around the office. “Wow, you guys sure have a lot of staff.”
When Tia told Stiles the story after he and Boyt– Derek– returned from their break, Stiles laughed himself stupid and texted Boytoy about it right away.
