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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Peter_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Melissa_McCall/Sheriff_Stilinski, Allison
      Argent/Scott_McCall
  Character:
      everyone
  Additional Tags:
      Weddings, Fake/Pretend_Relationship, Humour, Fluff_and_Angst, Unresolved
      Sexual_Tension, Anal_Sex, First_Time
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-10-14 Words: 6079
****** Disaster Averted ******
by Laugh_at_the_girl_who_loves_too_easily
Summary
     Stiles wasn't entirely sure why fucking Greenberg was calling him,
     how he even got his number was a mystery but not really because
     Jackson was a dick and wrote it in a bathroom stall saying that he
     gave good head which he got him back for the Herpes Incident of July
     2013, though that was a story for another time, the point was he was
     on the phone with a kid he didn't even know getting shit about not
     having a date to his dad's wedding. How in the hell was this is life?
      
     So he formed a plan.
     Stiles' fake boyfriend check-list:
     Choose a name that’s believable and easy to remember. Check
      
     Make sure you have shared interests like classic movies and mythology
     .Check.
      
     Make sure that he lives in a town far away. Check.
      
     Create a fake email account and send romantic emails to self. Check.
      
     Get the fake-a-text app on i-Phone and have a conversation with fake
     boyfriend to show family as proof of relationship. Check.
Notes
     With the help of @cinderpaw
     May be edited at some point to make it longer. But for now this is
     it.
 
Stiles wasn't entirely sure why fucking Greenberg was calling him, how he even
got his number was a mystery but not really because Jackson was a dick and
wrote it in a bathroom stall saying that he gave good head which he got him
back for the Herpes Incident of July 2013, though that was a story for another
time, the point was he was on the phone with a kid he didn't even know getting
shit about not having a date to his dad's wedding. How in the hell was this is
life?
 
So he formed a plan.
Stiles' fake boyfriend check-list:
Choose a name that’s believable and easy to remember. Check
 
Make sure you have shared interests like classic movies and mythology .Check.
 
Make sure that he lives in a town far away. Check.
 
Create a fake email account and send romantic emails to self. Check.
 
Get the fake-a-text app on i-Phone and have a conversation with fake boyfriend
to show family as proof of relationship. Check.
 
And everyone believed him except one person. Scott knew he didn’t actually have
a boyfriend. Greenburg was suspicious but he still slightly believed whereas
Scott he knew. And he was upset that he couldn’t tell Allison that Stiles
wasn’t dating anyone.
 
Why the fuck did his dad have to invite the whole town to see him be wed to
Melissa? I mean he was so happy he could actually be Scott's brother and
Melissa was a saint but who has an open wedding? Greenburg did not have to come
but he was going to so he could humiliate Stiles. So now he needed to find a
guy to be his fake boyfriend. Except it wouldn’t be that easy would it? Other
wise he would have an actual boyfriend. Time for another list. Who was
eligible? And took change.
 
Derek: Grumpy. Looks like a god but has horrible taste in relationships. So no.
Isaac: Cute,adorable and gorgeous. However has a thing for Scott and or
Allison.
Scott: NO. He is my bro.
Danny: Lord can he make a man drool but he has a boyfriend already. Shame.
Boyd: Handsome. Doesn't talk much. Would probably cut off my balls before
agreeing to it.
Peter: is really creepy. But super hot. And isn't with anyone. Also takes joy
in deceiving people.
 
Why was he the only one ? He would suck a thousand dicks for it not to be him!
 
Stiles began to plan a time that would be perfect to ask Peter and there never
actually seemed to be a time the pack was always there or he was be a tiny bit
murderous if he was alone so when one weekend , two weeks away from the
wedding, Stiles was in a coffee shop getting a drink for the bride to be as he
was helping her with the last minute plans whilst Scott helped his father. It
was a way to bond (plus Scott sucked at women things), and he noticed Peter on
his laptop in the corner of the shop by the window,nursing a black coffee.
 
Stiles took a really deep breathe and walked over to the man who either didn’t
know he was there or was pretending not to notice him. The latter.
“So how are you?Fancy seeing you here” Stiles stuttered with a nervous energy.
 
“Yes it is strange that I am outdoors and not in a cave. I'm not Derek.” Peter
answered before he sipped his coffee his mouth shaped up in a curl.
 
“You don’t mind if I sit do you? I didn't think so” Stiles planted his butt
down on the seat opposite Peter. “Do you remember that time I asked you to date
me for my dad's wedding?" He held his breath. And stuck out his bottom lip,and
made his best puppy dog face. Nothing compared to Scott's or Isaac's.
"Actually no, I recall no such thing" Peter said in his normal 'I really don’t
care' tone.
 
"No ,no you do! How's your Saturday look?" Peter had never looked more confused
but intrigued in his life, but he raised his eyebrows and answered 'fine'. “Oh,
my God! So you’ll do this for me?”Stiles practically burst the werewolves
eardrums. 　

“Yeah, but my escort fees could run in the thousands for over night stays,” he
said with coolness in his tone,no smirk, all seriousness. And Stiles' jaw
dropped that he could catch flies.
 
“How many thousands?” Stiles squeaked as he began to check his bank account of
his phone. Cause technology lets you do that now. The older werewolf burst out
in laughter so much so that he threw his head back,slammed his hands on the
table knocking his nearly empty cup over and having nearly all the coffee shop
staring at them both. “You are a dick”
 
“We are going to have to get to know each other so the facts are straight .
Denny's tomorrow for breakfast” Stiles announced before he stood up a smile
spread on his face as he left. Please don’t be as torturous as you seem, Stiles
begged in his head.

Stiles practically skipped back to Melissa who was talking with the caterers.
He had to help her with the seating plans that had already been re-done ten
times , Stiles grandparents were unable to come, mostly because they had fell
out with his dad ever since his mother,Claudia, died. Scott was the man of
honour and he was meant to help his mom with the planning but she kicked him
out so he had to swap duties with Stiles as Scott didn’t know what neutral
colours were. Melissa's parents had been extremely helpful with wedding paying
for the majority of it. Melissa's mom Roquel was lovely older women whom wore
too much perfume and her father German (pronounced Her-Mon) had an awesome
moustache and he didn’t seem to talk that much compared to his wife. Nick (Yes
that is his dad's name) decided to have Dr Deaton and Tara to sit where his
mother and father should have sat. But another thing they had to change was
peoples dates. Jackson had came back from London meaning Lydia dumped Aidan and
he ended up dating Cora (Gasp!).
 
God weddings were stressful!
 
 
 
They were still having dancing lessons because Melissa wanted her first dance
to be perfect. She wasn’t being a Bridezilla, she just really wanted this
wedding and relationship to be perfect because of how much she loved his dad.
But she needed not worry his father had never looked at anyone ,other than
Claudia, the way he looked at her. And that relationship was effortless ,and so
will this one. He couldn’t stop smiling at how much he loved them being
together, how excited he was to see his dad smiling all the time again and
Melissa also deserved someone who would treat her like a (badass) princess that
she was.
 
So he had to invite Peter to the dancing lessons, Allison was going and Melissa
was practically begging him to bring his boyfriend. But first he had to survive
breakfast with Peter.
 
…..
 
“Any allergies I should know about my boyfriend?” Peter snickered from the
behind the diner’s menu.
Stiles groaned because, really, this dick was enjoying this way too much. “I
can’t take bullshit, that’s why being with you physically hurts me, any minute
now I’ll start singing Killing Me Softly by Fleetwood Mac.” He said as he
chewed on his bottom lip then clutched an imaginary pearl necklace when Peter
raised his eyebrows, taking a peek at the younger man from over the menu and a
grown serial killer shouldn’t look that cute but he does and it isn’t fair.
Before Peter could embarrass Stiles or he could embarrass himself, the
waitress, Dinah, waltzed up, grinning at her regular and smirking at the new
customer with a curious amused protective guarded look. “Hey hun, where’s you
dad?” She asked Stiles, still looking at Peter who simply grinned at the
attention.
“Planning the wedding, being awesome, the uzhe, how’ve you been? How’re Becky
and the baby?” He smiled widely at the memory of her daughter prancing in and
chatting with his dad about being a cop, her baby brother and how one day she
and Stiles would get married, the woman in turn laughed with him.
“Good, she found a new affection last week, the babysitter.” She looked
delighted at the faux-scandalized expression of Stiles’ face. “Anyway, what can
I get for you and your friend?”
The best thing about Dinah, she minded her own business and knew Stiles could
handle himself.
“His name’s Peter. I’ll have my usual.” He said then tapped his fingers against
the table and scrunched his face up, wiggling his mouth in an attempt to feel a
little less uncomfortable. “And a chocolate milkshake, thank you, Dinah.”
Peter smirked along with the waitress. “Whatever it is he’s having, also a
glass of strawberry lemonade, please.” He looked far too pleased at the flail
that Stiles couldn’t contain.
Dinah smirked but walked way without a word and, really, that woman was a
saint.
“Strawberry lemonade, you drink strawberry. lemonade.That’s not threatening at
all; you’re supposed to be super scary!” Stiles sputtered incredulously.
“Well, not every ‘psychopath’ can be like Hannibal Lecter.” He sassed, using
air quotes and everything.
That set off another fit from the human. “Did you, did you just make a funny?
You made a funny! Oh my god, what is the world coming to when Peter Elizabeth
Hale makes jokes?” He asked sarcastically earning a raised eyebrow from his
companion.
“That is not my middle name.” Peter said with a light chuckled.
Stiles rolled his eyes. “Then what is it?” He challenged playfully and really,
when did he and Peter’s banter become more amusing than bloodthirsty?
“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.” Something so innocent and childish
shouldn’t be so full of suggestion.
“No, no no no, that’s not a thing that’s a thing, okay?” Stiles waved his hands
in front of him as if to physically repel the idea.
“Please?” He begged with his bottom lip jutting out only slightly and the
corners of his lips twitching which wasn’t okay, again, grown serial killers
shouldn’t be cute.
Stiles stood strong, though, pushed through the adorableness that shouldn’t be
a thing and held his ground. “No.” He said firmly because, no.
“Fine,” Peter crossed his arms. “Geoffrey.”
He shook his head with a chuckle. “No, it isn’t Jeffrey, Tyler.”
“Too mundane, you can do better, Aleksander, ‘ks’ not ‘x’, it has to be
something odd, right?” Just then the waitress brought them their drinks, both
smiled and said their thanks then continued their game; she stood there for a
second in amusement before leaving with a shake of her head.
“One: I would go by Alex, ‘ks’ or not, two: it’s worse than anything you can
possibly imagine and three: you can do better, Manuel.”
“That’s an interesting guess, Hamish, but I’m afraid not.”
“Jan, Jan-Jan-Jan, that’s tasty but wrong, c’mon, man.”
“Cute. Is it something like Mystery? If so your father and I will have words.”
“Oh my god, no, I mean at least you can pronounce that, Diego.”
“Do I look really look like I’m from Hispanic lineage? Please do try harder, my
dear Bjorn.”
“You do have that Mexican Mafia feel going on with that hair, Hugo and you
can’t deny that Cora is more than a little Puerto Rican with those hidden
razorblades in her teeth.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it, Cristobal.”
When Dinah returned she placed the plates stacked with peanut butter and
chocolate pancakes, to which Peter looked at Stiles with an eyebrow rose
questioningly who blushed slightly, a mumbled shuddup barely audible to the
werewolf.
“Enjoy boys, and Peter,” She waited until he hummed thoughtfully. “His first
name is Polish.” She said then walked away, laughing when Stiles called her a
traitor.
Peter grinned in response. “Well, I’m afraid I don’t know that many names of
that origin, however,” He whipped out his phone and was about to speak again
before Stiles threw a napkin at him with a barely concealed snicker when it hit
his face.
“Okay, tell me yours first.” His nerves were buzzing and Peter wondered just
how many people knew this boy’s name, how many had he told after he changed his
preferred calling.
After a sigh, Peter shrugged. “Leland.” Then braced himself for the inevitable
jokes that he would make.
Only, there weren’t any, if anything he looked a little bit relieved. “Wow,
unexpected, I mean not terrible, like, you know, Wawrzyniec.” Stiles whispered
the last bit, like he wasn’t sitting across from a being with super hearing.
“I’m sorry, what?” Because, really, he needed to hear that again, just to be
sure.
“W-a-w-r-z-y-n-i-e-c, pronounced varf-zhin-yets, now go ahead, lay it on me.”
The boy looked defeated.
“Well, I suppose I do have to lay something on you, as your older, more
experienced boyfriend.” Peter couldn’t resist, he really couldn’t.
Stiles dropped his head against the table with a thud, some of the other
patrons glancing over only to see Peter drizzling syrup on his pancakes with a
smug, self-satisfied smirk and Stiles groaning. “I should have seen that
coming.”
“You’ll see me coming.”
“Ohmygod,what is wrong with you? Are you thirteen?”
 
 
 
Dinner was fairly uneventful, which was probably the most surprising thing
since Scott being a werewolf and Peter being the alpha (that one was seriously
a M. Night level twist), the second he cleared his throat to get everyone’s
attention and they saw Peter standing behind him looking smug yet unimpressed
they had varying range of emotions but Misses McCall, soon to be Misses
Stilinski, was by far the best, simply staring for a moment than shrugging and
continued eating her pasta and the Goddess that is Lydia Martin raised an
eyebrow that somehow conveyed how kinky is that sex and oh my god Stiles really
I should have gone out with you just to stop this or maybe I don’t believe
this, the Stydia bromance was still a bit shaky.
 
Sheriff was a bit tougher sell, he actually had to admit he was still a virgin
just to get him to stop looking across the room at his jacket (and gun), much
to the delight of nearly everyone in the room.
 
The “fairly” accounted for amount of stories told, which was honestly more than
a little embarrassing.
 
“Dude, dude, remember that time with the mud pies?” Scott exclaimed between
hysterical giggles to which Stiles buried his head in his hands and groaned at
the others laughing.
 
Melissa let out an ugly snort that Nick grinned at. “I remember you boys
vomiting for two hours straight and swearing never to do it again.” He said
while patting both of his sons on the back.
 
Then Melissa clapped her hands almost frantically. “And the time you and Stiles
decided to played dress up with my and Claudia’s make up, I vividly remember
just how beautiful you looked, Scott, in my red lipstick and too-big high heels
and Stiles in that blue dress, absolutely stunning.” The entire time she was
speaking she was holding back laughter and grinning at everyone else laughing
and her boys grumbled.
 
“The night I fell asleep on the couch so they took that as a sign to bake and
you came to pick Scott up then woke me up to the scene of flour everywhere and
what could have been but I’m still not entirely sure was jam.” Nick added
causing a new wave of chuckles.
 
Stiles waved his hands around. “Alright, alright, enough about me and Scotty,
what about the time he and I came home to you passed out on a slice of cake?”
He glared at his dad but only got a shrug in return.
 
“Or, or when we found a porn tape in the VHS player instead of M*A*S*H* like it
was supposed to be.” Scott whined but he thought it was worth it to see his mom
blush and sputter while Nick smirked at side-glanced at his bride.
 
“Also, that time you two woke us up singing along to Grease when we were like
ten.” Stiles gave them both his best kids these days look which, admittedly,
wasn’t his dad’s best, but cop, you know.
 
Scott opened his mouth to tell another tale about their family when Roquel
clapped her hands.
 
“As much as I love hearing about my children and their failings, the food is
getting cold, y’all have the rest of your lives to scar your sons’ loves, which
will never get old, trust me on this.” She said and smiled warmly at Nick when
she said children, showing him that he was included.
 
 

…..
 
“Do we really need to be here? It's your first dance not ours” Stiles whined as
Scott pranced around with Allison.
 
“Yes Stiles you do, I'm sure Peter would love to dance with you” Melissa
snorted, Stiles just looked at her with a dull face.
As his dad and Melissa were taught the steps to the waltz for the nth time to
their first song ' For the longest time' by Billy Joel which Stiles knew off by
heart now, Scott and Allison tried lots of different dance moves from the waltz
to the flamenco and even hip-hop. Stupid happy couples and their perfect
relationship, Stiles didn’t even have a real relationship. Peter noticed the
younger boy's mood drop and that he began sulking, his irresistible bottom lip
sticking out more than usual. He outstretched a hand offering it to the boy
whom took it wearily.
 
Peter placed his one hand on the small of Stiles' back and interlocked their
fingers with the other and Stiles followed his lead as an older man had more
experience.
Peter was warm and solid and comforting, and Stiles leaned into him. He could
feel the protective curl of Peter's arm around his back and smiled, resting his
head on Peter's shoulder. If only this was real. Peter leant his head on the
boy's as they swayed to the music.
 
Scott looked on in awe at his soon to be brother looking so comfortable as he
and Peter body's were flushed together as they danced. It was almost as
beautiful as his mom and Nick together. Allison was also shocked at how gentle
Peter was being with Stiles.
 
Stiles lifted up his head and stared into to Peter's blue eyes who looked back
taking in every detail from the golden brown colour with the honey orange tint
to his hauntingly dark eyelashes that shaped his eyes. His eyes traced the
constellation of moles and freckles on the boy's face, the one on the ridge of
his nose to the group scattered on his cheek that then trailed down to under
his ear and partially down his neck and his drool worthy jugular vein. He
placed one finger against Stiles' pulse and he could feel the boy heating up
from the blush growing on his face. Stiles untangled their hands and pulled
away from Peter, unable to be this close to him before he left to the
bathrooms.
 
He slid down the wall of the stall and placed his face in his hands a few tears
escaped from his welled up eyes. As much as he loved Melissa with his father it
was difficult to see his father marrying someone who wasn’t his mother. To top
it all off pretending to have a boyfriend with other real couples was slowly
tearing his heart in two.

The door hinged squeaked as the door opened.
 
“Stiles, shall we get out of here for a bit?” Peter asked concerned as he
waited for an answer.

Peter drove Stiles home where the younger boy decided to prepare a meal for the
family. Peter cut the vegetables for him as he mixed the sauce with the meat
and set the potatoes to boil. As Stiles was washing up the cutlery and mess,
Peter wrapped his arms around the boy's waist and placed his head on his
shoulder.
 
“Do you wanna talk?” Peter mumbled against the his neck.
 
“You don’t have to act like this when no one else it around, this isn't a real
relationship” Stiles unintentional told the older man what was wrong.
 
“Stiles” He forcefully turned the boy to face him. “ You are the specialist of
human beings , and when you are in a relationship that person is going to be
hell of a lucky to be with you.” Peter paused for thought before he turned off
the gas on the oven dragging the boy by his wrist back to the car. “Do you know
what you need? To relax” The older werewolf drove him to his apartment where he
gave Stiles a helmet and ushered him back down to the garage where his eyes met
with a shiny ass black motorcycle. Peter straddled the bike then patted the
seat for the boy to sit.
“Hold on tight, I promise I won't read too much into it.” He was a bit anxious
about having to hold Peter's waist but once they started driving his heart went
to a normal pace. Peter could feel the boy's smile against his back as he rest
his head on him. The wind flowing against him ,helped Peter calm down to an
extent and it seemed to be helping Stiles.

“Lets get you home, apparently we are sharing a room, honey” Peter said in a
sultry tone.
 
….......
He'd been sharing a room on and off with Peter(he sometimes when back to his
apartment) for a week and a half now and tomorrow morning was the day they
began setting up for the wedding after months of planning it ,months of
practising and months of being bugged about a date.
 
 
Stiles was a complete idiot. Stupid. Did he even have a brain? He defiantly
didn’t now that he had walked in on Peter walking out of the shower,seeing
every SINGLE part of his body. It was habit. He wasn’t use to anyone else being
their, his dad would be asleep or at work at this time of the night and no one
was here. His face was burning as hot as the sun, Peter looked shocked but more
smug then anything else.

“Sorry, sorry urrh wow...sorry” Stiles stuttered and rambled as backed out of
the door, tripping over his own feet but Peter caught him and pulled him
against him , crashing their lips together. Stiles' fingers entwined in Peter's
hair as the older man pressed him against the shower glass. Stiles moaned into
his mouth as his wet body was hard against him. They were both so invested in
it they didn’t notice Isaac staring at them his mouth slacked.
 
“Sorry I'll go, I don’t need the toilet.” Isaac stuttered as he slunked away as
quickly as possibly, Peter's bare ass the only thing engraved in his memory.
When Peter moved away ,Stiles' clothes were wet from his body and he was
gasping for air,his knees weak. “Get rid of that grin on that ridiculously
handsome face of yours.” Stiles growled playfully.
 
“I guess we need to sleep , tomorrow is a long day, and the day after that is
even longer” Peter chuckled as he wrapped the towel around him before he went
to Stiles' bedroom to get dressed as he even had clothes there now ,once he was
in his underwear he collapsed on the bed. Stiles couldn’t help but stare a 30
year old man should not have a body that tight. Peter made grabby hands at the
boy who stepped nearer to then be dragged onto his body. The older man stripped
the Stiles out of his wet clothes bar his underwear then pulled him under the
sheets to spoon with him. Peaceful was an understatement but Stiles couldn’t
stop thinking about the kiss that was not prompted or needed as a display of
affection. Peter had put on an old classic movie 'Grease' as they cuddle
together of Stiles' single bed. He didn’t need to act like this behind closed
doors.
 
…...
 
“Oh I wanna dance with somebody ,with somebody who loves me” Stiles sang to the
Whitney Houston song that was playing in the background as he pranced around
with the white table cloth flowing moving to his destination ,he never expected
Peter to grab his hand and spin him before pulling him against him and spinning
him out again. Stiles couldn’t stop blushing as Peter winked at him before
going back to setting up the sweet table for the guests which had a sign on it
saying ' Sweet wishes for our guests' .

Peter didn’t have to be there, in fact Peter was being more than the best fake
boyfriend ever, not every boyfriend would help them set up a wedding. But Peter
even looked happy whilst doing it and he didn’t even get anything out of it. No
sex,no nothing.
 
“How come your here? You don’t have to be” Stiles whispered into his ear.
 
“Because I want to be, I have quite the eye for fashion and interior design
unlike little Scotty over there ” Peter chuckled before he placed a small kiss
on Stiles neck.
 
Oh.God. Stiles had fell for him. Within the act of pretending he had began to
love being around him and everything about him.
 
Fuck.
 
Scott saw that he was having a mental crisis and dragged him outside of the
hall to talk.
 
“Dude, what's up?” Scott asked with concern , his hands on his best friends
shoulders.
 
“I've screwed up, I’m a screw up, Fuck” Stiles mumbled as he looked at his
feet. “This is all pretend, I’m not with Peter but now I want to be...Scott I
don’t know what to do” Scott stood their listening to his best friend who
seemed near tears. But when he had finished his ramble he looked into Scott's
eye and noticed a huge smile on his face. He had a plan and Stiles was not
looking forward to it.
There was a huge snap,of skin hitting skin as Scott slapped Stiles hard in the
face. “Snap out of it”
 
“Yeah I needed that” Stiles whined as he gripped his pulsating cheek.
 
…...
 
As Roquel carefully measured the gown’s hems to ensure the length was even all
the way around, Melissa sneaked glances at her reflection. After all the
difficulty she had navigating in the voluminous skirts and tight bodice of her
Marie Antoinette gown, Melissa had opted for a simple empire-waist wedding gown
without much flow or trailing fabric. Melissa looked absolutely gorgeous in her
gown and veil.
 
Things went wrong but it didn’t matter that … because the day was perfect and
she didn’t care because right then the only thing that mattered was the person
waiting for her at the end of the aisle and looking at her the way she always
hoped.
The wedding ceremony came and went, complete with happy smiles, Melissa's
mother weeping and Tara beaming proud of her boss and Melissa. Scott sat their
like a happy puppy unable to stop smiling as he pulled Stiles into a crushing
hug.
 
It was time for the first dance.
 
Alone on the beautiful wooden dance floor, Nick had one hand on her back and
the other entwined with hers. At first, he couldn’t help but count the steps in
his head as he slowly lead his best friend across the floor. But each step
became more fluid as they moved as one being to the sound of 'For the longest
time' by Billy Joel. They looked incredibly happy , you could see the love in
their eyes and their smiles and it brought tears to Stiles' eyes as he took a
seat next to Peter noticing Greenberg staring at them both.
 
I don’t care what consequence it brings
I have been a fool for much lesser things
 
That was one thing he and his father had in common they did stupid things for
things they wanted.
And apparently Scott did even more retarded things for people he loved. When
the lovely couple had finished their dance and finally got a chance to sit down
(on each other) Scott took over the dj booth and announced that the next song
was for Stiles and Peter. Stiles wanted a hole to suck him into the ground as
Peter grasped his hand gently but firmly and pulled him onto the dance floor
where one spotlight shone on them.
 
Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful
Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul
I know you will, I know you will
I know that you will
Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful
The only thing worse than his shortness of breath was his partner's intense
concentration on the dance - and on him, his blue eyes boring into him and
never letting her escape. His throat was dry and he was not sure he could have
born it much longer, when his hand slid to his waist as their position shifted
and he almost leapt away from him.
 
Scott was evil,evil and a genius but plain mean to force Stiles to dance to
this song with Peter. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Greenberg sulking
-actually sulking- as Peter led him on the dance floor. Stiles leant into the
warmth that automatically radiated off the werewolf.

When the song ended another song began 'When I look at you' by Miley Cyrus , it
was awkward for a few moments as Stiles could not divert his eyes from Peter's.
But it suddenly cut out to a song of a faster pace.
 
Oh We're Not Gonna Take It
no, We Ain't Gonna Take It
oh We're Not Gonna Take It Anymore

we've Got The Right To Choose And
there Ain't No Way We'll Lose It

Scott started doing a move that looked like it should be in a Harlem shake
video before Stiles rolled his eyes and joined in with his new brother. They
looked like idiots but who cared! Isaac agreed that they looked retarded but
that didn’t stop him from mumbled 'oh fuck it' and joining them as well with a
huge puppy grin on his face. The three musketeers. Jackson was laughing at them
but Lydia punched him in the arm before she demanded he get her a drink,god he
was whipped. Erica and Boyd couldn’t stop laughing at the trio ,Derek was
smiling at Isaac,whilst Cora rolled her eyes dramatically and put all her
attention back onto Aiden.
 
After the boys had finished dancing Stiles ended up leaning on the balcony a
glass of wine in his hand staring up into the misty night sky.

“Was a beautiful day ,wasn’t it?” Peter smiled a genuine smile as he leant next
to the boy. Stiles chuckled as Peter pulled the younger boy into a hug. Stiles
twisted his head so that his lips partially met Peter's. The smirk that was
plagued on Stiles' face grew up more in a curl as Peter mouthed 'I love you'
against his lips.
 
“Someday someone is going to look at you with a light in their eyes you’ve
never seen, they’ll look at you like you’re everything they’ve been looking for
their entire lives. Wait for it.” Claudia use to say that to Stiles regularly,
and the way Peter looked at him was the closest he had come to it yet.
 
 
Staying at the hotel was the best fucking idea ever!(Pun intended) Stiles
thought as Peter slammed the door and pinned him against the wall. Stiles' arms
were threw around Peter's neck as the older man kissed and bit a trail from his
pouty lips down to his collar bone where he ripped open Stiles' suit shirt
ignoring the boy's complaints about the cost and how it was new. He began to
trace the moles all on his torso and abdomen before he licked a small sliver of
saliva into his happy trail. He smirk against Stiles' hips before he fumbled
with the belt and in two swift movements got rid of the boy's trousers and
boxers. The feel of Stiles' raging hard cock pressed against his tongue made
the wolf growl and he had to grip the boy's hips so he could control his urges,
he couldn’t allow his teeth to come out and hurt the boy his first time. His
eyes were already a cold fluorescent blue as he teased the head of his cock.
The younger boy thread his fingers in Peter's hair as he bit his swollen lips
trying not to be too loud. Peter hums softly as the boy's thigh twitched. He
takes him deeper this time. His mouth is open, his lips parted and his jaw
loose. There’s little friction, just slippery heat and the softest touch.
Stiles is struggling not to thrust, his whole body bucks as his cock hits the
back of Peter's throat and the growl vibrates through him. Peter swallowed . He
never expected him to swallow.
 
He didn’t get much time to think about that as Peter threw him onto the soft
queen sized bed,stripping before he looked in the draws for some lube. He
positioned Stiles so his legs were resting on his own shoulders and lined up
his lubed up cock. He pushed a little more and slid out and worked him gently,
each time pushing a little more inside. He was big and was thinking about not
pushing his entire length inside when Stiles pushed back and took him all in.
They both froze for a moment. He kissed away the tears as the boy's finger
nails dug into him.
 
“Love you” Stiles panted before Peter slowly began to move again. He went
harder, faster reaching between them to stroke Stiles as he pushed inside him.
They were both sweating and moaning and they felt good. The moment was building
for Peter. Stiles was so tight around him, that it was unbearable, but he could
tell that Stiles was close too, his length was hard and pulsing in his hand.
Peter timed it so they came at the same time, each others names drifting in the
air.

And probably throughout the hotel.
….........
With Melissa and Nick on a honeymoon in Hawaii , Stiles had been staying back
and forth at his house and Peter's apartment. Yay for fake boyfriends that turn
into a real boyfriend! The sex was fan-freaking-tastic.
 
It was a pack meeting -A.K.A. movie night- at Derek's apartment and Stiles was
lay in-between Peter's legs as he lay on the sofa like it was his bitch. The
younger boy snuggled up into Peter's chest as his arms wrapped tightly around
him. Scott was as chirpy as a bird ,bouncing up and down on the sofa sat next
to Allison who seemed equally annoyed and happy as he couldn’t stop staring at
his brother smiling.
“I did that.” Scott beamed as Stiles and Peter began to make out not paying
attention to the rest of the world. Derek was disgusted as was Cora but the
rest weren’t really phased, if anything Danny and Ethan looked more interested
than they should be. Everyone else looked at Scott like he had grown a third
arm or you know did the twin alpha thing(seriously what the fuck?!) ,Lydia
seemed less confused then everyone else.
“At the wedding with the song, I did that, they weren’t together they were just
faking it because of Greenberg, but now they are!” Scott with all his werewolf
senses never noticed the Bestiary flying at him and whacking him on the head.
“What the fuck ,dude?” Stiles bellowed as he jumped on his brother,attacking
him.
 
“Stiles we are happy for you and glad you are keeping psycho Peter at bay. And
Scott you are quite the Mcfuck up” Lydia announced from her perch on Jackson's
lap.
 
“High five” Stiles snickered as he held his hand up in her proximity. She
looked at his hand like it was diseased.
 
“I'm not touching that. Ever again. Considering where it has been”

Stiles grin just grew wider as he looked back at his boyfriend who winked at
him.
 
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