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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Peter_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      The_Pack_-_Character
  Additional Tags:
      Angst, Arguing, First_Time, Riding, Fluff, Storms
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-11-10 Words: 5015
****** Truthful Confessions and Daring Actions ******
by Laugh_at_the_girl_who_loves_too_easily, TheLastTactician_(orphan_account)
Notes
     we felt like writing in a different format once again, it worked out
     pretty well we think
     Peter is mostly me and Stiles is mostly the
     brilliant@TheLastTactician
     Please tell us what you think
 
It was a shame the weather decided to be against him , Peter was just about to
leave to get 'drunk' and have meaningless sex, instead he was stuck in the
rebuilt Hale house with a bunch of annoying teenagers. He hated it here in the
first place, you can't rebuild something and expect everything to be okay. And
to have teenagers decimating the memory of your family with alcohol, and
letting her be here...an Argent. Peter threw his head back against the couch he
was sat on, he huffed loudly.
 
“You don’t have to be here , Peter.” Derek grumbled from his seat at the
breakfast bar,where he was sat reading a book. Even though the whole house was
pitch black. Isaac was practically sat on the chair with Derek, much to his
arguments, the boy jumped every time a clap of thunder happened. Everyone else
of the pack, including Boyd and Erica ,Danny and the twins, were sat in a
circle on the newly carpeted floor. In the room his was buried, oh how time
flies, he threw a crooked smile at Lydia who nearly snarled at him then moved
closer to Aidan.
 
“Yes , Derek , I much prefer to be swept away by a hurricane.” Peter quipped as
he crossed his leg over his knee ,resting his ankle on it. Derek just sighed
heavily and went back to his book, one hand petting Isaac's hair as his head
began resting on the older man's lap.

The kids were sat in couples he guessed, the Argent next to Scott, who was
obviously sat next to Stiles, then it went Erica and Boyd,Cora, Danny,Ethan,
Aiden and then Lydia. Cora was in some weird 21st century relationship with
Boyd and Erica, he didn’t mind as it was none of his business , it was just
different from what he knew. Stiles seemed to be the only one not paired up so
to speak, and it was understandable that he looked a little down. Peter
questioned why ,Stiles ,was even sat in the circle, it was just an excuse to
get each other naked in cupboard, the wolves would obviously rig the game and
the humans couldn’t tell as the only light they had were candles.

The thing Peter couldn’t comprehend the most was why they had to be sat in
front of his sofa, so what if it was by the fire, he could care less if the
humans freezed because there was no heating, if not use there partner werewolf
as a heater they were taking up his leg space. The only thing going for him in
this house was that if he positioned his body right ,he didn’t have to look at
the fire.
 
 
He didn’t even know what game the teenagers were playing, it was similar to 7
minutes in heaven but then again the only thing similar was the cupboard. Lydia
had gone in there with Aidan. Gasp! What a shocker! I wonder who had spun the
bottle? When they came out a few minutes later they vacated to the upstairs
guest room, to from what Peter could hear(and he could hear very well) have
sex. He wondered why a bunch of werewolves would play a game such as this? Yes
they were horny teenagers but with the heightened hearing it was basically a
massive orgy.
 
After Cora going into the cupboard with Scott ,much to the Argent's protests,
it was Stiles' turn. Peter couldn’t stop chuckling though as Cora had attack
Scott in the cupboard,and by attacked he meant ravished, she had no romantic
interest in the boy but it was a way to get back at Allison for all the things
the Argent had done wrong whether it be born to the wrong family or attack her
two partners, she was defiantly a Hale. Now if only Peter could get those
sounds out of his brain. Allison did not seem happy with her beau, poor girl.
 
“It didn’t mean anything , I mean isn’t that what this game is about?” Scott
whined like a lost puppy. Scott had a point.
 
“It's not you I am mad at ,Scott.” Allison hummed trying to keep her anger
down. Scott was attempting to patch that up whilst Stiles spun the bottle with
as little effort as humanly possible.
 
Bad choice.
 
It landed on Peter.
 
Peter chuckled and rolled his eyes dramatically. “No.”
 
“What's Peter saying no too?” Lydia chimed in as she practically skipped down
the stairs, and sat on Aidan's lap on the floor. She smiled at the bottle
pointing at the older man. “Whose turn was it?” She noticed Stiles' normally
pale complexion turning a red shade. “ Why ? Are you a scaredy wolf? It's only
Stiles, little red riding hood. You have big teeth to eat him with ,what's the
least he could do?” She taunted.
 
The younger boy began to protest something about 'Shut up Lydia', 'Stop digging
me a grave Lydia','This is illegal LYDIA'. Peter wasn’t listening fully though
he was mulling things over in his head. He had wanted the boy for awhile but
perused nothing due to the law and wanting to keep his organs inside of him.
Yet the thing that made him strut to the cupboard was , he wouldn’t lose to
Lydia of all people. Getting called scared on his own territory ,where he had
died twice, he would not let someone question his honour over a simple matter
as being shut in a cupboard with a boy who was hardly legal.
 
Stiles spluttered indignantly but was immediately silenced at the sight of
Peter getting up and sauntering over to the cupboard. There was a brief silence
before Aidan wolf-whistled. Giving the boy the dirtiest look he could manage,
Stiles got up and trudged towards the cupboard. Feeling more and more like he
was walking to the gallows. Opening the door, he slipped inside to spot twin
blue eyes glowing at him from the back wall.
 
"Crap!" Stiles hissed, his back hitting the wall with a thud. "Could you be any
creepier?"
 
“I'm sorry would you prefer no light at all? I'll shut my eyes off.” Peter
rolled his eyes at the boy, if he could see in the dark, he was going to.
 
"Your eyes don't help me," Stiles said crossly, shifting uneasily and crossing
his arms over his chest. "And besides, your hearing could probably get you by
just fine," he grumbled.
 
“Would you prefer to see what we are doing?” Peter questioned as he moved so
Stiles could feel his breath on his neck. “And I suppose it is, as I can hear
your heart about to beat out of your chest and your lungs going at a hundred
miles per hour.” He traced a thumb over the boy's plump lips.
 
Stiles' breath hitched and he unconsciously leaned into the touch. Clearing his
throat roughly, the teen rocked back onto his heels, trying to get some space
between himself and Peter.
 
"L-look, I know you're only doing this because Lydia challenged you to," Stiles
said, trying to inject as much bravado into his voice as possible. "So let's
just get this over with and go back to the main room, alright?

Well that ruined his mood. He wasn’t going to force himself on a teen the same
age as his niece. He backed away, to his spot at the back wall.
“I only have to be in cupboard with you, there are no rules.” Peter shrugged
and began staring at his nails. Are the? He thought, it wasn’t like he played
this game before.

Stiles tried not to feel disappointed. He had known that Peter was only doing
this because he had to, but it still hurt to have it confirmed. "Whatever," he
muttered, his arms tensing and his shoulders hunching in a unconscious effort
to protect himself.
 
“I can smell that you are upset...which surprises me.” Peter huffed. “What are
you upset about? Because I won't do anything with you? Do you think that you
are unlike-able if someone like me won't even make a move?”
 
"The hell is that supposed to mean? 'Someone like you'?" Stiles scowled at him.
"I'm not fucking upset."
 
“Well you describe me as 'creepy', I describe myself as...broken, I suppose.
Someone who regularly has meaningless sex with strangers to fill a hole” That
won't ever be filled, he left unspoken. He began chuckling afterwards. “Pun
intended,”"And if you weren’t upset you wouldn’t be getting so worked up."
 
"The hell would I have to be upset about?" Stiles muttered angrily, sighing
huffily he cocked his head and surveyed Peter. "Okay, one, dude, don't need to
know about your sex life. I know enough about everyone else’s. Two...
everyone's broken, dude. Have you looked around at this pack lately? And I
don't think you're creepy," Stiles flushed and looked away, "I haven't thought
that in a while."
 
“One,you called me a creep two minutes ago. Two, Not that it is a competition
on who is more broken, I still win, you teenagers haven’t been through shit
yet. Not taking anything away from you and three, would you like to be apart of
it?” Peter moved closer to him again, not taking up his 'personal bubble' but
close enough to inhale his scent perfectly without smelling the rest of the
junk in the room.
 
"I'm not going to be your pity-fuck," Stiles spat, trying to shrink further
back into the wall. "I don't need to be reminded that I'm pretty much
undesirable number one in this town, alright?" Shaking his head, Stiles
scrambled for a change in subject. "And I said you were being creepy, not that
you were a creep. Fuck, dude, if I seriously thought you were creepy, do you
really think I'd hang around you so much? I do have some sense of self-
preservation."
 
"And not been through shit?" Stiles repeated obstinately. "Dude, yeah, no one
is going to detract from what you went through. Especially not me. But that
doesn't mean it's all been a fucking walk in the park, alright?"
 
“There is only room for one person in this cupboard to have self pity and
that's not you.” Peter demanded. “ As ifyou are unfuckable, Stiles, you the
only person in this town I actually want to fuck,and spend time with
afterwards, you are intelligent, drop dead gorgeous I would know I am, and the
only one is this pack with ANY preservation!” Peter was actually getting worked
up because of him ,that he even admitted something he didn’t mean to. “Life
isn’t meant to be a walk in the park, but you have friends and pack to help you
through it.” Peter sighed trying to avert the subject.
 
"I didn't have pack to help me through my mother dying," Stiles spat, "I didn't
have pack or friends to help me through Gerard and what he did to me. I didn't
have pack to help me cope with the guilt of getting my best friend turned into
something he hates. And you," Stiles pushed him roughly, surprising him enough
to have him thud back against the opposite wall, "I do not want to be your
pity-fuck! As if someone like you, who could have anyone they want, would want
some spastic little freak like me!" Stiles made a harsh noise in his throat and
pushed away from the wolf, running a hand through his hair and tugging harshly.
"Fuck it all, Peter," he hissed, "you're bloody well infuriating, you know
that? You must know: you have to know how much I want you. How fucking aroused
I get whenever I'm around you. Don't fucking mock me with my own attraction,
alright?"
 
Peter growled and pulled the boy against him, crashing their lips together. It
was rough and he was holding Stiles by his hips but he still gave him enough
room to push away , to stop it.
 
Stiles groaned into the kiss, wanting nothing more than to melt into it. He
slid his hands into Peter's hair, bouncing onto the balls of his feet to get
closer. A spark, however, ignited in his brain and he pulled away.
 
"No, no, fuck," Stiles hissed, squirming out of Peter's grip, "I just told you,
I'm not-- I don't want you to do this just for shits and giggles, alright? I'm
nobodies pity-fuck. Even if I want nothing more than to jump you, I'm not going
to fucking do this as it's only going to hurt me more in the long run,
alright?"
 
“Well it wasn’t my fault you didn’t have pack with Gerard, I’d just came back
from the dead. I should have chose you, you would have been loyal. “ He kissed
Stiles again , this time quick and chaste. The next moment , the door was
kicked down and Peter left the dark cupboard, looking at Stiles from outside of
it. He threw his head back in exasperation before he picked the boy up and
threw him over his shoulder to carry him upstairs to his room. He threw the boy
onto his bed and quickly closed the door with his foot before he sat furthest
away from Stiles as possible.
 
“Privacy. Right ? Derek? Who is the worst alpha in the world, worst than me,who
killed my own niece for power. Laura ,oh ,how she cried.” He upset himself by
testing the soundproofing in his room,why did he do that?It was a lie too, he
had killed her quickly and fairly painlessly. He dropped his head into his
hands. “You can leave. Please.” He stressed the please whilst the rest was
muffled by his hands.
 
Stiles sat on the bed for a moment, stunned before sighing and crawling off of
the bed to come around to Peter's side. Gripping the wolf's wrists gently, he
pulled them away from the wolf's face as he crouched down before him. "I don't
believe that," Stiles told him quietly, "I've seen the way you are with Cora
and Derek when you think no one notices. You care too much. You may have been
half out of your mind, but you wouldn't have killed her slow." Sighing, Stiles
kept his eyes on Peter's hands, his fingers dancing over the man's knuckles
lightly. "You may not want me like how I want you," the teen said, swallowing
thickly, "but that's okay. I'm used to being side-lined." The smile Stiles gave
was forced and hurt. "But that doesn't mean I'm going to walk away, Peter. I'm
loyal to a fault, remember? And haven't you noticed? I'm always there when you
need me, and I always turn to you first for answers. You may not be an Alpha
anymore, but I'm still loyal to you." Stiles gave a short, pained laugh. "It
doesn't matter. I'm used to people not noticing. What's another unrequited
crush to add to that list?"
 
“You are such a blind little brat. So smart when it comes to technical and
actions but it comes to feelings, you are so dumb.” Peter sighed. “I don’t like
all this feelings crap.” In one swift movement ,using his werewolf strength he
picked up the boy and place him on his lap, embedding his nose into Stiles'
neck where he nuzzled.
 
"If I'm the blind one, how are you still questioning whether or not I care,
asshat?" Stiles snarked with no real heat behind his words. Squirming slightly,
the teen pushed closer to the werewolf, pressing a kiss to Peter's temple and
wrapping his arms around his neck.
 
He hummed contently.
“Stupid Lydia, we would have gotten here in our own time...and without the
argument.”
Stiles snorted in agreement, running his hands through Peter's hair gently.
Moving languidly, Stiles pressed a small kiss to the side of Peter's mouth and
pressed in closer, trying to leech body heat from the werewolf.
 
“Are you cold little one?”
 
"...maybe," Stiles muttered, "what are you going to do about it?" Grinning
faintly, Stiles leaned back to look at Peter, cocking his head to the side.
 
He stood up ,carrying the boy, to his bed ,upturning the cover where this time
he placed him on it, crawling on top of him with a smirk on his face. He sat on
the boy's legs as he discarded his own Henley before undoing his jeans and
moving to pull Stiles' t-shirt over his head. He captured his lips again, his
tongue begging for entrance as his warm hands travelled over Stiles' torso.
Claws catching on his skin a little. His hands dwelled on the boy's hips,
thumbs hooked under his underwear,jeans still on.
 
Stiles groaned, blood rushing to his cock as he wrapped his arms around Peter's
neck and tugged him down, pressing their chests together. Opening his mouth to
Peter's questing tongue, Stiles gasped at the feel ,claws trailing along the
sensitive skin of his hips.
 
“You are so beautiful.” Peter whispered against Stiles' mouth, his hands
unpopping his jeans button before he slipped his hands inside the rigid
material, caressing the boy's thighs. “I don’t deserve this.” He mumbled as he
began a trail of kisses down the boy, from his chin ,to his Adam’s apple, then
down to his nipples and all the way over his happy trail. He rested his chin
lightly on Stiles' stomach as he looked up at the boy.
 
Stiles found it hard to think with Peter's face (mouth, specifically, christ)
so close to his junk. The places Peter had paid attention to tingled from his
stubble and felt cool without him. "D-deserve implies that it was given to
you," Stiles stuttered out a response. "I chose you, so technically I'm the
only person here who decides whether or not you deserve me."
 
“Yet, you have made the wrong decision.” Peter smiled as he placed a small kiss
on to Stiles' stomach. He then pulled down both Stiles' underwear and jeans ,in
one swift movement it was on the floor. Peter eyed up the boy's cock before He
licked the head of the cock using his tongue to trace long trails from root to
tip then he put his mouth over the first inch of Stiles cock. Peter licked
again, and slid more of him into his mouth, and he counted the drum of Stiles'
pulse beneath his tongue and hands, fascinated, captivated. Peter's tongue
lapping wet along the underside of Stiles' shaft, and Peter's mouth
encompassing most of his cock now, and Stiles' pulse racing into a faster tempo
by the swift bobbing of Peter's head taking Stiles' whole cock into his mouth.
 
Stiles choked on a cry, his legs falling open to accommodate Peter's body. His
pulse drummed quick and he could see flashes off light going off behind his
eyelids. His eyes rolled up, into his head and Stiles slid a hand into Peter's
hair.
 
"Fuuuuuuuuck," the teen groaned, long and low. "Fuck, Peter!"
 
“Yes?” He mumbled around the boy's member, with a wide smirk.
 
Stiles glared down at him and tugged on his hair. "Fuckin' tease," he muttered.

“Always.” He said as he took his mouth off of the boy and then swiftly moved
back down on him again with a lot more suction than before.
A sharp cry was dragged from Stiles' chest, his hips bucking harshly as he
pressed his shoulders into the bed, his legs beginning to tremble. Heat licked
at his insides, coiling and writhing; twisting further up his spine and making
his brain spin 'round. Stiles began to tremble, his orgasm fast approaching. He
tugged on Peter's hair warningly.
 
"P-Peter," he gasped out, "I'm close--"
 
The older man smiled-not smirked-smiled as he bobbed his head with more
vigour,coaxing Stiles. The boy's hands clamp around his head as he comes into
Peter's mouth , this time he smirks ,before he swallows.
 
“Good boy.” He teased as he moved to rest between the boy's thighs.
 
"Fuck," Stiles gasped, feeling like he had been punched in the chest as he came
down from his high. Eyes narrowing, he looked up at Peter and scowled, hitting
him just enough to make his point. "Bastard," he snorted with a faint grin
before reaffirming his grip on Peter's hair and tugging him down into a kiss.
He sucked at the older man's bottom lip teasingly before nipping it sharply.

Peter hissed before he chuckled. “Do you want to do more?Or are you warm now?”
 
"I don't know," Stiles mocked uncertainty. "You sure you can keep up?"
 
“Does it look like I’m having a problem?” Peter snickered as he guided the
boy's hand inside his undone jeans.
 
Stiles hummed in thought as he gripped the hard flesh and began to run his hand
along the shaft lightly, barely any pressure, just his nails gently scraping up
and down.
"If you don't think it's a problem, Peter, then why are you asking me to solve
it?" Stiles asked innocently, a wicked look in his eyes.
 
Peter growled baring his fangs before he rolled his eyes and pulled Stiles'
hand out of his jeans.
“Fine by me, I’ll do it myself.” Peter faked anger at the boy's games.
 
"Can I watch?" Stiles asked sarcastically, pushing himself up onto his elbows.
"Or would you prefer my mouth over my hand?"
 
That left Peter speechless, he didn’t know how to reply, he had no wit, no
sass, or just a normal yes or no response. His brain has malfunctioned at the
thought of either Stiles watching his get off or that beautiful mouth wrapped
around his member.
 
Stiles smiled wickedly and slid off of the bed, kneeling between Peter's
thighs. Running his hands up the werewolf's muscled legs, Stiles nuzzled into
the man's hip.
"May I?" He murmured, looking up at Peter demurely.
 
For the first time since most likely his childhood, he had butterfly’s in his
stomach at the thought. He couldn’t wait. He nodded his head, with as little
enthusiasms as he could fake. He had been imagining this since he saw the boy,
sure he wouldn’t be perfect this time round but with a mouth like his, he would
be a natural.
 
Stiles groaned, the idea of having Peter's cock in his mouth turning him on
more than he could rightfully justify. He shuffled closer on his knees,
dropping a kiss to the wolf's hip as his hands carefully drew out his cock.
Leaning forward, Stiles gave kitten licks all along the length, lapping at the
precome that had begun to bead. The taste wasn't horrible, per say, but that
didn't exactly make it the best thing either. Dropping a kiss to the head,
Stiles began giving long drags of his tongue, from root to tip. Intent on
driving the wolf wild.
 
Peter gulped loudly as he leant back to try and relax, so he wouldn’t thrust
nor pull the boy's newly long hair. He swallowed his moan and closed his eyes.
"You sure you haven't done this before?"
 
Stiles pulled away from his cock and gave him a deadpan look. "Were you not
listening to me at all earlier? No, I've never done this before. But I'm
curious... and I--" he flushed and looked away for a moment before clearing his
throat, "it's almost a given that this is going to be good for me. But I-- I
want this to be good for you too.”
 
“I don't get why you are embarrassed, even if it does make you look cute, you
are doing very well and it is natural to be curious,especially at your age.” He
personally didn’t want to go all Guru when he should be getting a blowjob, but
Stiles looked near upset and he couldn’t have that.
 
The teen looked up, surprised, not having expected that. Giving the werewolf a
grin in thanks, he ducked his head to take the head of his cock into his mouth,
sucking on it like one would a jawbreaker . Stroking the base of Peter's cock
lightly, Stiles sucked him deeper into his mouth, tongue swirling around the
head and dipping into the slit.

He groaned and his breathe got jammed in his throat , Peter's hand finding it's
way to the back of Stiles' head to guide him, whilst the other hand clawed
holes into his bedding.
 
Stiles groaned around the length in his mouth at the feel of Peter's hand in
his hair. Hollowing his cheeks, Stiles sucked hard at Peter's cock before
ducking further and exhaling slowly. He didn't want to push his gag reflex too
hard because while he felt Peter wouldn't exactly mind all that much, gagging
wasn't the sexiest thing in the world. Using the hand resting on the base of
the werewolf's cock, Stiles stroked the parts he couldn't suck down and focused
on making his tongue dance along Peter's length.
 
“Stiles.” Peter moaned with a grunt. “Stop now.” His breathing was heavy and if
he opened his mouth he would be panting. He stroked the boy's hair gently.
 
Pulling off of his cock with a pop, Stiles looked up at the werewolf and cocked
his head to the side slightly. His thumb still stroked across the base of
Peter's cock, pressing along the underside as he waited on Peter. Waiting for
what, Stiles didn't exactly know.
 
“If you want me to fuck you, and that's an if, your going to have to stop. I'm
not as young as you and even if I am a werewolf, I still can't get it up that
quickly again.” Peter admitted, unable to look the boy in the eye but he
caressed his cheek.
 
Stiles' eyes widened slightly and he stilled before scrambling up quickly,
sliding into Peter's lap easily. Wrapping his arms around Peter's neck, Stiles
kissed him harshly.
"You should definitely fuck me," Stiles groaned, heat pulsing through him at
the idea, "like, soon."
 
Peter smiled affectionately before he slid back on the bed until he was leaning
against the headrest,Stiles still on his lap. A hand strayed away to search for
lube whilst he kissed the boy again. Peter covered 3 fingers in lube before he
pushed a finger slowly inside of him. Stiles rocked back, he forced the digit
deeper. That was when Peter added another finger , scissoring him. After he
added the third finger and guess that the boy was ready, he pulled them out not
caring how sticky they felt as he added more lube to his hand, stroking his
cock,covering it.
 
When that was done, Stiles bit his lip apprehensively before gripping the
werewolf's cock and slowly sliding down on it. He bit back a whimper, feeling
like he was being split in two.
Gravity did it's job, however, and soon, Stiles had slid down the entirety of
the length and was gritting his teeth. His back and arse burnt something
fierce. Shifting again, Peter's cock hit something inside of him that had him
gasping as a lightning bolt of pleasure shot up his spine.
 
“So beautiful, fuck.” Peter gasped. Gritting his teeth and tossing his head
back as he slammed his hips into Stiles' ,meeting the boy half way, panting and
working himself over the limit to please them both, their skin slapping
together as he twisted his wrist and worked Stiles' slit stimulating him in
every way possible as he found the coil in his stomach tightening and
tightening.
 
Stiles cried out, his chest heaving. Bouncing fast and hard on Peter's cock,
Stiles fell forward, bracing his arms on either side of Peter's head as he
dropped his own into the crook of the wolf's neck. His orgasm was rolling up on
him fast, despite the previous orgasm he had.
 
Peter wasn’t too happy about coming before the boy,dominance and all, but this
was going to be the boy's second time coming. He filled him and spilled over,
cum leaking down their thighs as he kept thrusting, fucking into his love and
riding out his orgasm as his fist flew over the other’s length and he bent to
kiss and suck and lick hotly at the other’s neck.
 
The teen gasped at the feeling of Peter's orgasm; his own was so close his eyes
were beginning to cross. Heat flared up almost constantly until the feel of
sharp teeth at his neck, pressing in and sucking harshly, pushed him over the
edge. Coming hard with a high-pitched keen, Stiles thrashed as his cock
splashed ropes of come over his and Peter's chests.
 
“God, I hope that was good for you.” Peter panted as he pulled the boy against
his chest, into a hug.
 
"I'll give you a play-by-play when I can actually feel my limbs again," Stiles
groaned, burying his face in Peter's neck. "Don't be stupid, of course it was
good."
 
“Best compliment ever” Peter chuckled as he nuzzled the boy.
 
"It came from me, didn't it?" Stiles chuckled before sliding off of Peter's
lap, grimacing as cum leaked out of him. Writing it off as something to deal
with tomorrow, he pressed his body alongside Peter's leaching his warmth.
 
“Still cold?” Peter muttered as he cuddled up to the boy ,his eyes closed, as
the tiredness began to take over.
 
"No, jus' want t'be closer t'you," Stiles slurred, his body relaxing in his
haze.
 
He pulled the cover over them before Peter hummed in satisfaction as he
tightened his hold, and smiled against Stiles' skin as they both fell asleep.
 
 
Outside of the door, Erica hummed. "Well that was cute."
 
Lydia scoffed. "Do you think Peter knows his room isn't as soundproofed as he
wants?"
"Nope."
Lydia rolled her eyes and tossed her hair over her shoulder. "Well, all I can
say is that it's about time. If I had to watch them pine another day, I was
going to scream."
 
Erica flinched. "Please don't. Everyone hates it when you do that."
 
"That's the idea," Lydia smirked. "Come on, we better go tell the others that
Peter and Stiles won't be playing anymore."
 
"Except with each other," Erica cackled.
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