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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M, Other, Multi
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Ethan/Stiles_Stilinski, Aiden/Lydia_Martin, Isaac_Lahey/Danny_Mahealani,
      Allison_Argent/Scott_McCall, Ethan/Danny_Mahealani/Stiles_Stilinski,
      Derek_Hale/Danny_Mahealani, Jennifer_Blake/Derek_Hale, Lydia_Martin/
      Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Ethan_(Teen_Wolf), Lydia_Martin, Danny_Mahealani, Aiden
      (Teen_Wolf), Scott_McCall, Allison_Argent, Sheriff_Stilinski, Derek_Hale,
      Isaac_Lahey, Jennifer_Blake, Chris_Argent, Deucalion_(Teen_Wolf), Peter
      Hale, Cora_Hale, Jackson_Whittemore
  Additional Tags:
      Dating, Threesome_-_M/M/M, Anal_Sex, Blow_Jobs, Top_Stiles_Stilinski,
      Bottom_Danny_Mahealani, Spitroasting, Coffee_Shops, Post_Alpha_Pack,
      Lydia_Martin_&_Stiles_Stilinski_Friendship, Lydia_Is_Blunt, Danny_Is
      Morally_Ambiguous, Drunkenness, Meeting_the_Parents, Straight_Derek, POV
      Stiles, Stiles_Had_A_Crush_On_Derek
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-07-20 Words: 13207
****** completing the triangle ******
by versipelle
Summary
     Ethan is here, standing in front of him looking nervous, and the
     words that are coming out of his mouth are “look, I know you probably
     still hate me, but I actually, well... I like you, Stiles. I want to
     get to know you better.” It sounds suspiciously like a date.
     Everything is suspicious, but then everything always is to him these
     days.
Notes
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The thing is, he feels incredibly conflicted about it.
While the alpha pack might be gone now; one half of it dead, the other half
slinking away from Beacon Hills as omegas, alpha status destroyed by Scott’s
pack; Stiles still finds it incredibly difficult to look past what they did
when they still one unit of evil. So Ethan and Aidan sticking around, joining
Scott as betas, just seems suspicious to him.
Danny couldn’t deal with it either, finding out the truth. Ethan begged him for
forgiveness but there was none, which was a surprise because Danny always
seemed the type to give second chances. He’d been Jackson’s best friend after
all, and he was a guy who needed plenty of them. Maybe he only had so many to
spare.
Which is why Ethan is here, standing in front of him looking nervous, and the
words that are coming out of his mouth are “look, I know you probably still
hate me, but I actually, well... I like you, Stiles. I want to get to know you
better.” It sounds suspiciously like a date. Everything is suspicious, but then
everything always is to him these days.
He seems sincere. Not for the first time, Stiles wishes he had some limited use
of werewolf powers; if he could borrow them from Scott for half an hour every
now and again, that would be cool. Right now, he could use them to listen to
Ethan’s breathing, his pulse. But no, he has to go off instinct. There’s a
small bead of sweat slowly working it’s way down Ethan’s forehead, a sign of
nervousness. But nervous because he likes Stiles, or nervous because he doesn’t
know if his nefarious plan is working?
There’s only one way to find out, Stiles guesses.
“I’ll give you another chance, Ethan. Gimme a time and place.”
The grin that cracks across Ethan’s face twists his stomach into a cordate knot
of unsurety, because it’s so damn adorable and sincere that he’s beginning to
think he seriously misjudged the guy. He always was the one giving Scott little
hints of the alpha pack’s plan.
                                      ***
Stiles talks to Danny, because there is a bro code even if Danny was the one to
break things off. He’s not even sure why he’s doing it; they’re only going for
coffee in the middle of the afternoon round the corner from the hotel where
Allison and her dad are staying. It just feels like something that should be
done.
“It’s fine,” Danny tells him, and he doesn’t need Scott’s powers to know it’s
the truth.
It figures that Danny’s moved on to bigger and better things - watching him
turn down Peter the day after he broke up with Ethan was one of the greatest
moments in Stiles’s life. Scott and Derek frowned endlessly at him, Derek
asking if he needed a paper bag to breathe into in case his laughing fit got
too serious. It just set him off even further. Watching him say yes to Isaac
the next day was also a great day, but for different reasons.
Stiles is strangely glad that it’s okay to meet up with Ethan though. Maybe
that’s why he doesn’t tell anyone else about it, except Allison, who’ll be his
huntress slash fake phone call out of there if things go badly one way or
another. She’s the only one near enough, and the only one who was always cool
about Lydia and Aidan so Stiles figures she’ll be okay with it and keep it to
herself.
                                      ***
He’s wearing a green plaid shirt, some skinny grey jeans he didn’t even know he
owned and some forest green Converse, his attempt at dressing nicely consisting
of a vaguely ironed shirt and colour co-ordination. He probably could have
turned up wearing a trash bag and wellingtons for all it seems to matter to
Ethan, whose eyes never stray from his face for more than a few seconds to pick
up his cup, order a third one from the waitress, or thank her in a truly
gentlemanly fashion. Stiles is impressed.
Impressed and shocked when after the third cup becomes a fourth, his phone
rings and it’s Allison.
“It’s been over three hours and you didn’t text me, I was starting to think
something had happened.”
“Nothing’s happened, we’re still here.”
There’s no use in pretending that he’s talking about something else when Ethan
has the hearing he does.
“So clearly you didn’t require my services?”
“That sounds so wrong, Allison, so wrong. If Scott heard you, he’d -- probably
just laugh in all honesty. But no, I don’t require your services, you beautiful
warrior princess you.” Her laugh echoes down the phone so loudly that Ethan
quirks a smile when he thinks Stiles isn’t looking. “I’ll talk to you later.”
She says goodbye and hangs up; Ethan tilts his head slightly to the left.
“You were going to pull a get out of jail free card?”
“I had a back up, it’s prudent in these situations.”
“What if I decided I didn’t want you to leave?”
He grins, a mix of something predatory and playful, and there are butterflies
hatching in Stiles’s stomach.
“She’s useful in more ways than one, in case you’d forgotten,” he replies,
winking.
Ethan laughs, and Stiles is glad that he understood that it’s a joke. Another
hour goes by after that as if in a flash, and too soon it seems they’re heading
out the door, promising each other to do it again sometimes. Stiles means his
promise, and hopes desperately Ethan does too.
It’s amazing how opinions can be changed so quickly, even for stubborn mules
like himself.
                                      ***
He rings Allison when he finally gets home, ignoring for now his dad’s intrigue
as to where he’s been for so long. He knows he should probably keep in better
contact with him, now that he knows the truth; he’s become more possessive,
more insistent on knowing plans and times and people than he was before, not
that Stiles can blame him for it. But right now, he just wants to sit on the
phone and chat about his day, and he is not telling his father about Ethan yet.
Allison is genuinely thrilled for him, and it lifts a subconscious weight from
his mind that everyone would go crazy at him for even thinking about making
this a regular thing. He doesn’t want to say ‘relationship’, not yet, but ‘a
regular thing’ implies it without carrying all its responsibility. He’s had
enough of responsibility for now.
“Don’t worry about Scott, I’ll deal with him if he tries to be weird about it,”
she tells him while they’re discussing everyone’s reactions to the news if
there ends up being news to tell. “Isaac might be a problem.”
Isaac can stay a problem for all he cares.
“Derek, well, who knows. He’s still so protective of everyone even now he’s a
beta again.”
It was true. It wasn’t that he was having trouble adjusting. If anything, he
was a lot happier, although Stiles was judging that mainly from the scowls and
snark aimed in his direction seemed a little less venomous than before. The
lack of pressure, the responsibility and safety of the pack all landing on
someone else’s shoulders now, they were things that he had struggled with, but
Stiles knew that Derek was better off without them. The guy had enough to deal
with.
“Lydia obviously won’t care,” Allison continues, and he hums in agreement
because he’s suddenly transported back to the empty classroom where Cora was
threatening her to keep away from Aidan. It still hurt a little to think about,
because he and Cora had almost had something before...
Before. It didn’t do to dwell on the past.
“We’ll be on far too many double dates,” he groans. They’d shared several well-
intentioned but awkward kisses after Lydia had decided they were suitably
compatible after all, but it turned out they were only compatible as friends
and nothing more. She’d gone back to Aidan after the alpha pack was broken up,
and nothing more had been said about it.
It still surprised him how little he felt about the whole thing. A crush that
lasted a lifetime would always end up with an anti-climax, he suspected. On the
plus side, not many losers got their longtime unrequited crush actually being
the one to make the first move.
He suddenly realises Allison is still talking.
“I’m sorry, what? I was daydreaming.”
“You’re so cute,” she says. “Can’t stop thinking about your boy.”
“Never call him that again please,” he responds, “you make me sound like Peter
and his twink fetish.”
It was mainly to cover up that he hadn’t been thinking of Ethan at all, but
Cora and Lydia and the past, a typical tour around his mind via several
unintended tangents. If there was one major difference between himself and
Scott and Allison, it was that he didn’t share their single-mindedness, their
ability to focus on one thing and dedicate themselves to it. He wasn’t built
that way, he needed distractions or his mind made them for him.
He wondered, for the nastiest of seconds, if Ethan was just the next in line.
                                      ***
They weren’t dates, but if they had been, they would have been on their fourth
when Ethan made a move.
They’d graduated from coffee in the afternoon to dinner in the evening, and
Stiles was pleased with the development. He hadn’t let himself forget about the
suspicion that this was all an overly elaborate trap, but it had eased to the
point that he’d stopped overthinking everything Ethan said once the not-date
was over until he was convinced he was going to be slaughtered. Now he just
listened because he wanted to, and it was fascinating; Ethan didn’t hold back
on what his life had been like before Deucalion had shown up and thrown his and
Aidan’s lives upside down.
“I don’t know what would have happened to us if it hadn’t been for you,” Ethan
says, elaborating when he sees the confusion in Stiles’s frown. “That night at
the motel. We were enemies then, I was there to spy on you guys. Instead I went
crazy and tried to off myself with a handsaw, and even though you’re an
ordinary human and I was your foe, and a werewolf foe at that, you still saved
me. Nearly got your head split open too. I didn’t forget.”
“You were with Danny,” he says, regretting it the moment the words spill over
his lips.
“I was. I care about him a lot, don’t get me wrong. But he isn’t willing to
look past the bad stuff I did, and you are. That’s important to me. more
important than anything.” Any last notion of evil seems to dispel with that for
Stiles, but Ethan isn’t finished. “You’re important to me,” he says. “I’m glad
you gave me a chance.”
“So am I.”
The dinner is over at that; they head out the door together, Ethan tentatively
holding out his hand for Stiles to grab. He does so, and it’s warm and pleasant
and even so slightly damp from nerves. Instead of being gross, it’s endearing,
and that’s when Stiles knows he’s actually fallen for Ethan.
Which means there’s one slightly awkward thing he needs to confess before this
goes any further. So when Ethan reaches in to kiss him, instead of returning
it, he says “I kissed your brother’s girlfriend.”
Ethan stops, not a single muscle moving across his face to give away any
emotion. Stiles is desperately trying to locate one when he finally says
something, but it isn’t anything he was expecting.
“I know. Now hurry up and complete the triangle.”
“The triangle? What the hell do you -- have you kissed Lydia?”
“It’s a hazard of being an identical twin. When did you kiss her, anyway?”
“Oh, well,” he stammers. “It was only a couple of times. It was nothing, really
awkward and we’re way better as just friends. It was at the height of, you
know, everything. She and Aidan weren’t together, I just didn’t want either of
you finding out and going crazy at me.”
Ethan laughs. “I think with all the terrible things we did, Aidan can forgive
you that one. Especially since he knows exactly what Lydia’s like. She’s a good
kisser though, I’ll give her that much.”
“I can’t believe -- and you just let her?”
“She thought I was Aidan! I didn’t get much of an opportunity to point it out
until afterwards.”
“I would never --”
“Never say never, Stiles,” Ethan says, and pulls forward. Their lips make
contact, a gentle brush of skin against skin, then Stiles is pulling him in and
running his tongue softly against Ethan’s lower lip, biting down slightly when
it elicits a groan from him. They stand for too long, kissing and slowly
wrapping their arms around each other until Ethan’s phone buzzes and the moment
passes.
“My brother’s here to pick me up,” he says, looking apologetic. “See you at
school on Monday.”
They say goodbye and go their separate ways, and the whole drive home Stiles
thinks about their kisses. He doesn’t understand how Lydia could ever confuse
the two of them. Aidan is gruff and distant and full of suspicion, all things
Ethan could never be, and Stiles has always thought he only switched sides for
the sake of his brother. He’d never manage to confuse the two, he thought. It
was impossible.
                                      ***
Once they return to school, Stiles finds that the problem is that it’s all too
easy to get them mixed up.
He wants to text Ethan every morning and check what he’s wearing, but it’s like
admitting defeat. Unfortunately, after three days of waiting around for Ethan
to find him each day, he decides to try his luck. He gets it wrong.
“Umm, Stiles, what are you doing?” Aidan says with horror after Stiles
playfully grabs his ass as he heads out of English. Miss Bla-- Jennifer, he
corrects himself mentally, because calling her Miss Blake after everything that
happened is stupid -- Jennifer is still treating both twins with a lot less
good grace than she gives the rest of the class, and she gives Stiles a
particularly mutinous look when she spots their little dalliance.
“Oh my god,” Stiles says. “You aren’t Ethan, are you.”
It’s not a question, because he knows.
“Not last time I checked, anyway.”
“I’m sorry, oh my --”
The terrifying exchange is thankfully cut short by uproarious laughter from
Ethan, who’d paused outside the door to wait for Stiles and witnessed the whole
thing. “I told you!” he said victoriously. “Never say never.”
Stiles drags him to the bathroom before he dies of embarrassment, and it isn’t
long before they’re making out in a cubicle. Fate, however, had decided today
was a day specially designed to torture Stiles Stilinski.
“Stiles, oh my god, what are you doing in there?”
“...Scott? Seriously?”
Ethan instantly covered his mouth to cover his approaching laughter.
“I can pick out your heartbeat from three classrooms away, dude. I can also
pick out yours Ethan, so to be honest I’m pretty freaked out right now.” Ethan
quickly stopped laughing. “I don’t even want to know, seriously.”
“You mean Al--” Ethan began before his mouth was abruptly covered by Stiles’s
hand.
Scott had heard enough, though. “Allison knew? Oh my god, that’s what you were
ringing her about all the time. She told me you were just discussing research!
I cannot believe this. I just -- I can’t even think about pooping now, I have
to go.”
The cubicle door suddenly banged and the door to the bathroom itself followed
suit shortly afterwards.
Stiles didn’t even realise his hand was still on Ethan’s mouth until he licked
it.
“You are disgusting!” he moaned, wiping it against his T-shirt.
“Just think what else I could do with it,” Ethan grinned, waggling his tongue
against his teeth in a frankly obscene manner, but Stiles was having none of
it.
“Not here,” he hissed. “I think I’ve suffered enough embarrassment today to
know school is not the place.”
“Pity,” Ethan shrugged. “I’d blow your mind.”
“It’s not my mind that needs blowing,” Stiles replied without thinking. “That
was not -- I’m going now. Call me later. We need to make plans that don’t
involve my best friend trying to go number two next to us.”
He could hear Ethan’s laughter all the way out the door and down the hallway.
                                      ***
Contrary to what he actually wanted, the day wasn’t done yet.
He found himself being forcefully grabbed by the shoulder and propelled across
the dining hall and into a corner table where he found himself facing Lydia.
“Did you seriously --” he began, before realising that yes, Lydia was perfectly
capable of dragging his ass across the room while wearing those heels.
“So,” she says in that special tone she reserves for when she is going to
interrogate you and get that information from you regardless of whether you
want to tell her, so you may as well just go ahead and tell her. He sighs
dramatically.
“Save it Stilinski, Scott told me about your little incident earlier. How long
have you been screwing him?”
“Lydia! I am not... screwing Ethan. We’ve been on a few dates. That’s all.”
“Oh good. At least that explains why you grabbed my boyfriend’s ass earlier. He
found it funny,” she adds seeing the look of horror slide back on to his face.
“And it is a great ass, I can hardly blame you.”
“Do not do this,” he hisses at her, but it’s too late.
“How far did you get? I want to know if they’re identical in every way.” She
pauses, looking thoughtful. “Well, mine’s a bit taller,” she says boastfully,
“so I suppose they aren’t. I hope for your sake they’re the same in the pants
department, you could have so much fun then.”
Stiles would like very much for the earth to open up beneath him, to swallow
him into the ground and close around him just to end this horrendous
conversation. Then he wonders if he should be wishing for it to do that to
Lydia instead, because she’s still going.
“He’s fantastic in bed,” she says. “If he’s got half the stamina Aidan has, you
won’t be walking right for at least a week. Don’t stare at me like that, you
know what I think of the misogynistic belief that women shouldn’t talk about
their sex lives. If I want to discuss my boyfriend’s penis and his lovemaking
skills, I will.”
“That’s great, honestly. But could you do it with someone else?”
“You’re no fun at all. No wonder we never worked out.”
“If it meant you would have been telling everyone at school about my junk, I’m
eternally grateful we’re just friends.” Lydia laughs delightedly at that, which
infuriates him.
“Oh, I heard about the condom in econ, Stiles, nobody would need to be told
anyway.”
“I hate you,” he says, but with no force behind it.
“I love you too, darling,” she intones as he gets up and walks away. “Hurry up
and seal the deal!”
Half the dining room turns to stare at him, Scott and Isaac and Allison
included, and he’s so mortified that instead of going to sit with them, he
walks straight out of the door and sits outside on the bench for the rest of
the lunch hour, texting Ethan plans to meet up later. Damn his friends, he
thinks. Damn them all to hell.
                                      ***
“I’ve got to cover the night shift tonight, one of my deputies has fallen ill,”
the sheriff tells him when he gets home. “There’s food in the fridge, knock
yourself out. See you later, kiddo,” he says as he leaves, rushing out the door
still pulling his jacket on.
He isn’t sure why, but he texts Ethan and tells him he’s cancelling their
plans.
WHY???
Change of plans, I have a free house.
I shud say no just for u scaring me like tht
But you won’t x
I kno. C u soon x
Half an hour later, there’s a tap on the window. “Hello,” Stiles says
pleasantly. “I take it you want to use the werewolf entrance.” Ethan merely
nods, his lips quirked into a smile. “I will never understand why you’re all so
allergic to stairs,” Stiles mutters as Ethan climbs through the window, looking
around.
“It’s just fun,” Ethan shrugs. “Nice place.”
“Thanks,” Stiles replies awkwardly, suddenly unable to stop thinking about
Lydia telling him about not being able to walk right for a week. It was
unbelievably distracting, and it was obviously invading his scent, because
Ethan asked what was wrong.
“I’m just -- hungry,” he says, thinking of going downstairs, a safe zone.
“Me too,” Ethan grins, “you cook?”
“Barely,” he admits sheepishly. “I’m a whizz with a microwave.”
Maybe this was a bad idea, he conceded. He was uncomfortable and talking like
he was from the fifties, or sixties, or whenever people said “whizz” because he
didn’t think it was any time recently. The whole night was falling apart.
“I can cook,” Ethan says, “let’s go see what there is.”
He gives another dazzling smile and Stiles’ moment of doubt seems to vanish the
wider it gets.
Ethan ends up cooking a stir fry using the various pieces of meat and salad
from the fridge and several packs of noodles from the cupboard found buried at
the back. “Something my parents used to do,” he says quietly, and Stiles can’t
help but notice that he’s never mentioned his parents up until now, despite
many details of pack life, both his own and with Deucalion.
“It looks amazing,” Stiles says, to break the tension.
“Considering how old some of this stuff is, it might not taste it,” Ethan
laughs, and Stiles hits him on the arm with a wooden spoon he grabs from the
drawer at the affront on his lifestyle. “Conjure up some dishes out of your
Narnia cupboards, will you?”
They sit and eat, turn on the TV and end up sitting for nearly two hours in
comfortable silence, all the awkwardness from earlier forgotten. Ethan doesn’t
pussyfoot around the issue of physical contact, literally grabbing Stiles and
moving him so he’s lay with his head on Ethan’s stomach as he shuffles down,
and Stiles almost falls asleep to the gentle in-out rhythm of it moving as he
breathes.
Ethan runs his fingers through his hair slowly, a soothing pattern until Stiles
reaches up and stops him, protesting. “I’m going to fall asleep on you,” he
says from around a yawn, “and it’s barely nine o’clock. I’m way too
comfortable.”
“That’s no bad thing,” Ethan says, and the connotations of it are clear. He
moves his hand down onto Stiles’ chest, starts tracing an indescribable pattern
of spirals and figure of eights into it as he talks. “I really like you,
Stiles. Like, really like you. And since Aidan texted me earlier telling me
Scott told him I better not hurt you or he’ll throw us both out of the pack,
and that Lydia told him pretty much the same thing when they met up after
school, I’m assuming everyone kinda knows about us now.”
Stiles groaned internally.
“I’m sorry they’re all so defensive,” he says.
“Hey, I like that they’re cool with it. I just -- we’re dating, I get that. But
I want it to be more than that, and I don’t know if you do. I guess it’s been
bothering me a bit.”
“Hey!” Stiles exclaims, reaching up and placing his hand rather awkwardly
against Ethan’s cheek. “You should have said. I thought things were cool as is,
and yeah, at first I wasn’t sure what this was so I didn’t want to define it.
But,” he says, pulling Ethan down into a quick kiss before continuing, “I know
now. I trust you now, and we’re good together. You want to define it, define
the hell out of it.”
He smiled up at Ethan, who practically beamed at him in response.
“So we’re official?” he asked.
“Yeah, we’re official.”
“Then I officially would like to move this upstairs,” he grinned.
“Be my guest.”
What he hadn’t been expecting was for Ethan to pick him up off the sofa and
carry him upstairs in his arms, then throw him down on the bed. The look in his
eyes could only be described as hungry, an almost animalistic want surging
through them. It was wrong, but it was turning him on ridiculously.
Their shirts were off in minutes, and Stiles’ fingers were working at the
buttons on Ethan’s jeans when he pulled back suddenly, jumping off the bed and
staring mournfully at him before grabbing his shirt and tossing it over his
head.
“What’s wrong? Is it me? Am I terrible?” Stiles asks, panicking.
“No, but I figured you probably wouldn’t want your dad walking in on us, and
he’s about to walk through the front door.”
“You have got to be ki --” he says as the door opens, his dad calling his name,
telling him how he let himself go home early because it was such a quiet night
and he wasn’t really needed. Sometimes, his dad being his own boss had serious
disadvantages.
“To be continued,” Ethan says, stooping down to kiss him as his dad wanders
around downstairs, vaulting through the window gracefully at the sound of
footsteps coming up the stairs. “See you tomorrow,” he whispers as he does so.
A minute later, his bedroom door opens.
“You left the TV on,” his dad protests. “I told you about wasting electricity.”
“Good evening to you too, oh dearest father of mine.”
Something in his tone sparked worry in his father, a suggestion that the
sarcasm wasn’t his typical blend.
“What’s wrong? Did something happen?”
“No, dad,” he answers truthfully. “Absolutely nothing happened.”
“Oh, well then. You can explain something to me then.”
He hopes his father doesn’t see the brief look of terror that must pass across
his face at that moment. He’s been caught, he’s going to have to explain
everything; who Ethan is, and when his dad remembers that he’s sure to be
grounded for the rest of his life, because his dad does not forgive as easily
as everyone else.
“Where did you learn to make that stir-fry? It smells delicious!”
He can’t help but groan into his pillow.
                                      ***
If he’d thought about it for more than a brief second, he would have realised
Lydia would not stop at yesterday’s little conversation and avoided the hell
out of her. Instead, he actively sought her out to talk about their chemistry
assignment, something he no longer dreaded thanks to their new teacher.
“A not so little birdie tells me,” she says with a wink instead of saying good
morning, “that Ethan didn’t get home until quite late last night. Tell me
everything.”
“Oh my god, leave me alone,” he begs, ”there’s nothing to tell. Seriously,
nothing,” he adds, seeing the look on her face, “my dad came home from his
night shift early and that ended that. The only thing we did do was make it
official.” He tries not to grin as he says it, but he can’t stop himself.
“Oh, that’s wonderful!” Lydia replies. “You’re finally moving on.”
“Moving on? Moving on from what?”
“Me, obviously.”
“I was over you from the moment you wanted me, pipe dreams are obviously not
supposed to come true.”
“It’s for the best,” she smiles like he’s just complimented her. “Aidan is much
more fun to boss around, and I doubt you could best him when it comes to the
act of making love, even with what you’ve got packing in your pants.”
“I swear you do this just to drive me away,” he shouts to her as he increases
the distance between them.
“It’s just fun,” she shouts back, echoing Ethan’s words from the night before.
Stiles wonders why everyone thinks it’s fun to make his life bizarre and
difficult and miserable. Not that he’s really miserable. Not now he has a
boyfriend.
“Oh my god, I have a boyfriend,” he says aloud, before realising anyone could
be standing next to him.
“Did you and Ethan make it official?” Allison asks, practically bouncing on the
spot. “That’s so great! I can’t wait to tell everyone.” She runs off before he
can stop her, and he bangs his head against his locker dramatically. Then a
hand falls on his shoulder, and he spins round.
It’s Ethan.
“Hey babe,” Stiles says, leaning forward and kissing him. He kisses back,
tentatively, and something feels a little off. “You’re not bothered about last
night, are you?” he asks him worriedly. “Because I wanted to, it was just --”
“Erm, Stiles.”
He turns round. That’s Ethan. He can tell from the slight height difference,
something he never would have noticed had Lydia not pointed it out yesterday,
and oh my god that means he just kissed Aidan. Wait, and Aidan kissed him back.
What the fuck?
He turns to stare at Aidan, who just laughs. “Completing the triangle,” he says
with a grin.
“Did you manage it?” Ethan says, and Stiles turns back to him to stare
incredulously. They actually high-five in front of him, congratulating each
other on making the third side. The whole thing is just beyond crazy.
“What is wrong with everyone?” Stiles moans.
“Oh, come on. You already grabbed my ass, it’s no big deal,” Aidan says, and
Stiles has no idea how he ever thought this guy was different from his brother.
They’re both pretty fun to be around, but Stiles has to admit, he prefers Ethan
immeasurably. Their kisses mean something, he can feel it.
“I have class,” Ethan says apologetically. “You should spend less time trying
to molest my brother, then we can talk,” he says loudly as he walks into his
classroom, and several people filing in behind him turn to stare at him as they
follow. He wants to bang his head on the locker again, he really does.
                                      ***
When it gets to lunchtime, he practically sprints to the usual table where the
gang sits before Lydia can accost him and terrify him some more. It’s only once
he’s sat down that he realises Danny is there too, and despite his assurances
he doesn’t really want to be talking about his new relationship in front of his
new relationship’s old relationship.
“So, you and Ethan made things official,” Danny says, cutting through whatever
tension he assumed would be there like he was made of razor blades.
“Erm, yeah, we did,” Stiles stammers out, unsure of the best course of action.
“Did you do it?” Scott asks. “I don’t really want to know details, just yes or
no will do.”
“No,” Stiles replies. “I think we might have been going to, but my dad came
home and he had to jump out the window.”
“Any excuse,” Danny laughs. “He’s as bad as Derek.”
“Yeah,” Stiles says, before cottoning on to the implication there. “Wait, hang
on. You and Derek?”
Isaac looks similarly bewildered by the news, and Danny rests a hand on his
shoulder to placate him. “Just the once, okay. Before Ethan even showed up,
before Derek got with the teacher. I don’t even really know how or anything,
but y’know, he’s super hot. I wasn’t going to say no.”
“You think he’s super hot?” Isaac says, trying his best to sound nonchalant.
Danny smiles at him. “Yeah, but I prefer my guys taller,” and Isaac smiles
back.
“God I hope I’m not this sickening,” Stiles mutters to himself.
Allison turns up, slightly flustered. “Sorry, sorry, got out of class late. Did
I miss anything?”
“Only the formation of the ‘Werewolves Wives Club’,” Scott chuckles. “Or, you
know, something similar with a better name,” he adds, seeing Stiles’ glare
deepening by the second.
“It should just be ‘The Werewives’, that sounds much better,” Isaac considers.
“It does!” Scott laughs, high fiving him, both of them oblivious to the glares
Stiles and Danny were throwing at them. “Is something wrong?”
“Apparently as well as constantly feeling the need to vault through windows,
they also have a horrendous sense of humour,” Stiles says to Allison, who
struggles to cover her mouth to stop her spitting her drink out.
“I always thought it was vampires who had to be invited in through the window,”
Allison says, “until I met Scott. Now I know better.”
“Hey!” Scott and Isaac say simultaneously.
“Hey, I have a question for you Stiles,” Scott says. Stiles quietly dreads
whatever’s coming next, because nothing ever seems to be pleasant these days.
This was no exception. “You know how you almost slept with Ethan, right,” he
says as Allison butts in saying “Oh my god you nearly slept with him? You
didn’t tell me that!” and Scott shushing her so he can continue. “When you were
about to, you know, do it. Were you definitely thinking of Ethan, or were you
thinking about Aidan and didn’t realise it?”
It’s Danny’s turn to choke on his drink.
“I just -- I just can’t with you people,” Stiles says, getting ready to leave,
when Danny finishes choking and says “there was this one time...”
Instantly, everyone’s eyes flick towards him.
“Okay, that’s really creepy. Anyway, when me and Ethan first got together, he
was telling me about Aidan and how they’d had some argument over something, so
I was thinking about both of them, right? Then things started getting a little
heavy, and well, I ended up thinking about what it would be like to have both
of them at the same time while we were doing it. It was only one time though, I
swear. I hope neither of them are doing that crazy hearing thing or I’ll never
be able to look them in the eye again.”
“I’m not sure I will anyway,” Scott says, and everyone laughs but Isaac, who
has a strange expression on his face. Danny doesn’t seem to notice, and soon
enough Isaac is back making jokes with everyone else.
“Hey,” says a voice behind them, and Stiles whips round. It’s Ethan, definitely
Ethan, as Stiles has been making sure to remember which brother is wearing
which shirt to avoid as many awkward encounters as possible.
“Hey,” he smiles, letting Ethan lean into him and put his arms around his
shoulders. “Not like you to come over during lunch hour. I thought you always
had some super secret brotherly ritual you did then.”
“Aidan’s with Lydia, so I thought since he’s not the only one with an other
half now, maybe I should come see my other half too.” He kisses the side of
Stiles’ head on his hairline, and Allison looks like she needs to shove her
fist in her mouth to stop from squealing.
“It is like couple’s corner over here,” Stiles admits, realising belatedly what
a fifth wheel he’d been.
“Is that the only reason you want me here?” Ethan pouts jokingly. “You’d rather
be fondling my brother again, would you?”
“I’m sure Lydia would love if I did,” Stiles replies, “but I think I’ll stick
with what I’ve got.”
“He’s your boyfriend, not a Deal Or No Deal box,” Scott says, and everyone
laughs.
“I don’t think you want to know what some of those contestants do with their
boxes, Scotty boy.”
“I don’t think I do,” Scott replies seriously, which makes everyone laugh even
more.
Their frivolity is spoiled by the bell ringing to get back to class. Ethan
grabs him by the shoulder and stops him once the others are a little way ahead.
“I didn’t want to say anything in front of the others,” he says, “but Aidan is
staying at Lydia’s tonight, if you want our ‘to be continued’ to be continued
tonight.”
“Only if you promise to cook again,” Stiles jokes.
“I promise,” Ethan says.
“Then I’ll see you tonight,” Stiles smiles, and Ethan smiles too. They kiss
briefly before splitting off and heading to their separate classes. Stiles
spends the whole afternoon in a daze, thinking about the night ahead. Scott
gives him mournful looks, probably because he can smell exactly what Stiles is
thinking about.
It’s about time he made one of them feel freaked out for a change.
                                      ***
It’s only after he’s left the house after being texted and is driving aimlessly
round Beacon Hills that he realises he has absolutely no idea where Ethan
lives. He has to sheepishly ring him and ask, which is embarrassing, especially
when Ethan tells him he’s staying at the hotel still and Stiles almost smacks
his head against the steering wheel because it’s so obvious.
Because the world is out to get him at the moment, he runs into Chris in the
reception and is forced to make awkward small talk with him. It only gets worse
when Chris questions him what he’s actually doing here.
“Allison didn’t mention having a guest,” he says, carefully polite.
“Oh, I’m not here to see Allison.”
“Then wh--”
Stiles can see when the answer hits home, because it’s when all pretence of
friendliness shuts down. In fact, Chris says nothing at all to him after that,
even when they have to share a lift for several floors, before Chris steps out
on the last but one. “Good evening,” he says finally as the doors close, and
Stiles doesn’t think he sounds like he means it in the slightest.
It’s a relief to cross the threshold and sink into the nearest chair.
“Everything okay?” Ethan asks worriedly.
Stiles nods, “yeah, I just ran into Mr. Argent. Seems he isn’t a fan still.”
“He’s actually rang the lift and then stood and let the doors close without
getting in if me or Aidan are in there already before now,” Ethan shrugs. “He’s
a hunter still, despite what he says. Leopards don’t change their spots.”
“Evil alpha twins do though,” Stiles winks, and Ethan climbs on top of him.
“Hold your horses, mister! Some of us need feeding first,” he squeaks from
under the weight of him, and Ethan grins his predatory grin.
“Hopefully it’s not just food you have an appetite for,” he says, and his hands
are on Stiles’ chest, his stomach, then sliding under his shirt and stroking
delicately across his skin, making him shiver pleasantly. “Because I know I’m
really fucking hungry.”
Stiles’ stomach chooses that moment to growl loudly, and they collapse together
in laughter.
“The food’s almost ready,” Ethan says, “fetch some plates, since I’m the chef
again.”
“Sure,” he says, opening cupboards at random until at last he finds plates,
then manages to immediately discover the right drawer for cutlery. “You know,
this place must cost a fair bit.”
It’s a casual observation, nothing intended by it, but it seems to set Ethan on
edge a bit.
“Well, to tell the truth, Duke had so much money that we could stay here
indefinitely, as long as no one ever found out --”
He left the truth hanging, only to be looked at, not spoken aloud.
“Oh right.”
“We’re gonna get our own place once school is finished, just in case someone
realises. But for now, it’s useful while we get back on our feet a bit.” Stiles
had never really thought about the financial aspect of staying around once the
pack had split. There was a lot he hadn’t thought about, in all honesty; ‘our
own place’ being one of them. He knew Ethan meant him and Aidan, but it still
rattled round in his head anyway.
“Thought you were hungry?” Ethan says, brandishing a plate of spaghetti
bolognese at him.
The food is amazing, just as it had been the day before, and Stiles is
extremely complimentary of it. It’s rich and just the right side of tangy, and
he would have eaten twice as much if he hadn’t wanted to not end up bloated. It
wasn’t really a good look for what the rest of the night held in store.
Sure enough, after an hour of resting on the sofa Ethan starts to get handsy
again, and Stiles has no intention whatsoever of stopping him. Before long,
their shirts are tossed on the floor and Ethan is tonguing at his nipple in a
way that’s making him incredibly hard.
“I’m going to ruin these boxers if you don’t get them off right now,” Stiles
pants, and within seconds his fly is open and Ethan’s hand is there, palming at
him, making Stiles groan appreciatively into his mouth.
“Lose... the pants... “ Stiles manages to say between breaths and Ethan stands
for a second as he shucks out of his jeans, leaving him standing in tight black
boxers with a sizeable lump in the front of them. “Take them off,” Stiles
commands, and Ethan obeys.
He can’t help but say “fuck” because it’s huge. He slides his own boxers down,
and Ethan grins.
“I was hoping that condom wasn’t a joke,” he says, and Stiles is torn between
being pleased and extremely embarrassed. He doesn’t have time to think about it
further, because Ethan is back on top of him, grinding against him and slowly
making his stomach and dick damp with precome. His hands are on Stiles’
shoulders, rubbing circles in his collarbone with his thumbs as he rides
against Stiles.
“I want you inside me so bad,” Ethan pants, surprising Stiles, who’d been
subtly preparing himself for taking since it became clear things between the
two of them were going well. He hadn’t been sure about how much he could take,
so this was definitely preferable for now. “Fuck me, come on.”
Stiles wraps his hand around Ethan as an answer, who growls happily. He pulls
his hand up and down in broad strokes until Ethan has leaked precome all over
his hand, which he then runs down and under, slowly massaging his balls with
his palm as he finds Ethan’s entrance with his finger and pushes, at first
gently and then more forcefully, sliding first one, then two fingers inside.
Ethan rides down onto his fingers, and Stiles pushes himself forward, biting at
his chest, leaving bite marks in his wake and watching them fade slowly as
Ethan pushes himself down further. “Fuck me properly, I’m ready,” he says,
pulling himself off and kneeling over him, allowing him room to move his dick
into position.
“Oh god,” Stiles says as Ethan lowers himself slowly down. “Oh goddddd.”
He does a few experimental thrusts upwards, but it seems Ethan is more than
happy to take control. He’s relentless, a constant rhythm of movement that
means all too soon, Stiles can feel himself getting close. “I’m gonna,” he
manages to choke out before he can feel it surging up and out.
Ethan continues to move as he comes, grabbing Stiles’ hand and wrapping around
him as he fucks into it, and a minute later he’s on the brink, and he shoots up
his chest and neck, the last drops trickling onto his stomach.
“Fuck,” Stiles breathes, “that was incredible.”
A phone buzzes somewhere once, twice, three times; they ignore it, lost in each
other. They kiss slowly now, tenderly as they clean up, Ethan wiping down
Stiles with a towel that he dumps in a plastic bag and tosses in the bathroom
before grabbing Stiles’ hand and taking him in there, turning on the shower and
slowly washing him clean, both covering the other in kisses.
They’re about to consider going for a second time when there’s a knock at the
door. Ethan swears and rushes a towel around himself, steps out and walks to
the door. Stiles follows, a minute behind, and listens as Ethan opens the door
and makes a surprised noise.
“I’m really sorry for disturbing yo -- oh, Stiles,” Danny says, his eyes red
and blotchy, and they widen with shock and understanding as he takes in that
both of them are wearing towels and nothing else. “Oh. Fuck. I’m sorry, I’ll
go, I didn’t realise --”
“What’s wrong?” Ethan asks, concerned.
“It’s -- me and Isaac had a huge fight, he said he doesn’t think I’m the person
he thought I was, told me maybe it would be better if we had a break,” Danny
says, his voice cracking on the last word. “I think he broke up with me. I
texted you but you didn’t -- well, yeah, I’m sorry, I didn’t know where else to
go.”
“I should probably go,” Stiles says, feeling awkward and out of place. “I’ll
just erm, go get dressed then I’ll be out of the way.”
He could hear Ethan stifling Danny’s repeated apologies for interrupting, and a
little bit of doubt crept into his head at the tone he was using. There was
history there, and Ethan still cared about Danny. And this was the first place
Danny had chosen to go; into the arms of his ex-boyfriend.
He couldn’t help but feel a little pissed off as he left, promising to text
Ethan once he was home, ignoring Danny altogether even when he spoke directly
to him. He knew Ethan had probably seen it, but he didn’t care. He drove home
in silence, going directly upstairs and collapsing into bed when he arrived
home. He blinked back a few tears, unsure what was causing them.
He didn’t text Ethan.
                                      ***
It wasn’t that he was actively avoiding Ethan, it’s just that he didn’t see him
and he didn’t go and seek him out. He drove home at lunch, ostensibly to pick
up some homework that he had accidentally left on his desk. It was possible
he’d left it there on purpose, and more than possible he was actively avoiding
Ethan.
He got three texts that evening before he finally replied.
where were u today?
r u ignoring me?
have i done sumthin wrong :(
Stiles knew, deep down, that Ethan had done absolutely nothing wrong. Letting
Danny in might have ruined their night, and it was an important night, but he
would have been a terrible friend if he’d left Danny to suffer, and would he
even want to be with someone that selfish?
He realised then, he was being the selfish one. He typed out a reply.
No, sorry I haven’t been feeling myself today. Things are fine x
u should have replied sooner. i’m outside x
He opens the window with extremely bad luck, as it means the stone Ethan was
throwing at it instead hit him in the forehead and caused him to cry out in
pain, which brought his father running in the room checking if he was okay to
find him standing by the open window with a bloody cut on his forehead and a
stone lying conspicuously on the floor.
“I can explain --”
“Oh, I can’t wait for this.”
“Erm, well... what the hell. Dad, my boyfriend is standing outside that window,
and he was trying to get my attention because we had an argument after we had -
- an argument,” he stammers, realising a microsecond before that using the
words “we had sex” would guarantee his infinite grounding, “except I opened the
window as he was throwing the stone to get my attention and, well, it hit
something. Just not the window.”
His dad peers out of the window, where Ethan is still standing, hand over his
mouth in shock.
“You may as well come in, son. I’m sure it’s not how you imagined meeting the
parent, but it isn’t how I imagined meeting the boyfriend so we’re both equally
off balance here.” He leans back in, now talking to Stiles. “Go and let him in,
then deal with that and meet me back up here in five. Both of you.”
“What are you going to do?” Stiles asks.
“Get my head around this,” the sheriff replies.
“Look, I know it’s not how most fathers find out their son likes guys --”
“Oh, that’s not what I have to wrap my head around. I’ve known about that for
quite a while. I saw how you used to fawn over Derek Hale back in the day,
son.”
Stiles can’t help but sputter indignation at that. “I had a crush on Lydia.
Lydia. Not Derek, no way Derek.” Okay, maybe on Derek as well but there’s only
so many times you can watch someone get their ass kicked before they lose their
cool and consequently, their attractiveness.
“Well it’s still not a shocker. Sorry.”
“I kissed Lydia as well!”
“You kissed the girl you loved for ten years, and you didn’t immediately fall
into a relationship with her. I bet you weren’t even interested when it came
down to it.” Stiles can’t respond to that without lying, and his open-mouthed
silence is an admission in itself. “Exactly. A parent knows, Stiles. Now go let
the poor boy inside.”
                                      ***
“Well that was horrendously awkward,” Stiles says, walking with Ethan to his
Jeep.
“He didn’t seem to like me much,” Ethan replies, still not quite sure what just
happened.
“He threatens everyone,” Stiles says nonchalantly. “The fact he didn’t actually
carry out any of the threats means he likes you really. He threatened to pop
Scott’s football when he was eight if he ever stopped being friends with me,
look how well that turned out.”
Ethan laughs, just a little.
“Stiles,” he says, and Stiles knows what’s coming before it happens. “Are we
okay?”
“Oh. That isn’t what I thought you were going to say.”
“What did -- did you think I was going to break up with you?”
“Possibly. Maybe. A bit. Yes.”
Ethan looks at him, genuinely hurt. Stiles doesn’t know why he keeps managing
to make mistakes, but he obviously just made another one. “I’m sorry,” he says,
“I haven’t really done this whole relationship thing before. I just used to
stare wistfully at Lydia from afar, and have her completely unaware of my
existence as a result. I’m not used to someone liking me back, so I just keep
thinking it’s going to go wrong, or you’re going to realise that Danny is
better looking than me and better to be around and single again or something.”
“So that’s what was wrong last night?”
“Yeah.”
Suddenly there are two arms around him, strong and squeezing him tightly. “You
idiot,” Ethan says, “like I would want to go back there. He just needed a
shoulder to cry on, but really he wants Isaac back more than anything. I told
you before, you’ve accepted me for who I am and who I was, which he could never
do. You mean way more to me.”
“I am an idiot, aren’t I?” Stiles says, getting into the Jeep and letting Ethan
in the passenger door, since he’d walked all the way to the Stilinski house
from Scott’s pack meeting. “I don’t know why you put up with me.”
“Because you’re great in bed?”
Stiles punches him in the arm.
“I’m going to pretend that hurt so I can say ‘ow’ and you’ll feel bad.”
“Unfortunately for you, I wouldn’t feel bad anyway.”
                                      ***
Driving Ethan back to the hotel turned into going up to Ethan’s room which
turned into falling out of clothes and fucking, on the bed this time in case
Aidan arrived home. Stiles just hoped the lock on the bedroom door was strong
enough to hold.
Days bled into each other and things went back to normal. True, he was now
going out with one of the most attractive boys in the entire school, he was no
longer a virgin and he was definitely being whispered about in the hallway
which he was pretty sure was Lydia’s doing, but apart from that, normal was the
watchword.
“Aidan’s disappointed you haven’t hit on him in a while,” Lydia pouts in the
hallway one day.
“Maybe you should try giving him some attention,” Stiles replies.
“Too easy.”
“Of course.”
“Things with Ethan going well now then?” It seemed an innocent enough question,
but Lydia wasn’t one for unnecessary pleasantries. Stiles gave her a suspicious
glare until she elaborated. “I meant with Danny being single again now him and
Isaac hit the rocks. I thought you’d have been more worried.”
“Thanks, Lydia. You’ve made me feel a whole lot better about it by bringing it
up. You’re a stellar friend.”
“Hey!” she hisses. “I don’t want you to get hurt. I don’t care if he’s the
brother of my boyfriend, if he messes with you then there will be hell to pay.
I can still cook up a self-inflicted Molotov without batting an eye.”
“Two reasons you shouldn’t do that; werewolves get a hell of a complex about
stuff burning down, and he lives in the hotel with Allison and her dad. Don’t
think you want them to get caught in the crossfire.”
She fixes him with a cold-eyed glare. “Like I would seriously… I seriously
doubt that your intelligence even approaches mine at times. I’m trying to tell
you that regardless of what I might say, or do, I am your friend. Would have
been more but in case you forgot, you turned me down. It’s the only reason –“
Lydia stops herself before she can completely reveal her feelings, but the
implication is obvious.
“Go back to being a BAMF please, Lyds. All this feelings stuff is making me
nervous.”
“I wasn’t saying there was anything to be worried about,” she continues as
though her admission that Aidan was her second choice never happened. “I was
just surprised you weren’t worrying anyway. It’s practically your raison
d’etre.”
“You’re too kind. But no, I got my worrying over and done with, and
everything’s fine.”
“I hope so. For your sake and for Ethan’s sake... he does not want to cross
me.”
Stiles didn’t know how anyone could be so foolish as to try.
                                      ***
Weeks went by and they settled into a sort of routine. His dad did regular
night shifts on Wednesdays and Thursdays, so Ethan came over then, and he went
to the hotel on Mondays and Saturdays. Friday, they hung out with the group
depending who was around, and the other two days were free days. Supposedly.
More often than not, one of them would call the other and they’d meet up, even
just for coffee where they had their first date.
It was Saturday, so Stiles was lounging post-sex waiting for Ethan who had gone
to pick up his brother from Lydia’s when there was a knock at the door. Without
even thinking, he got up and answered the door, expecting hotel staff or the
twins to be on the other side. But they weren’t.
“Oh god, I’ve done it again haven’t I?”
“Danny. Hi. Ethan isn’t here right now, it’s just... me.”
He looks drunk; Stiles really wishes he had a shirt on right now. He turns away
to go and find one, since there were several dotted around the bedroom that
he’d managed to leave behind, but Danny places a hand on his shoulder and halts
him.
“Isaac’s going out with someone.”
Danny sounds pretty broken, and Stiles curses his well-hidden good nature as he
walks Danny to the sofa and sits down with him, trying to ignore his obvious
looks at his chest in the process. It’s not a bad feeling, knowing someone is
checking you out, but when that someone is the ex-boyfriend of your current
boyfriend, it gets into weird territory.
It’s not the most tactful question, but it needs to be asked.
“Who?”
“I don’t even know. It’s not like he shared details, just said there was
someone else. I don’t know what to do, Stiles.” His eyes are teary and Stiles
finds the whole thing upsetting; not because he thought Danny and Isaac were
written in the stars or anything like that, but because Danny is unquestionably
a good guy and it’s sad to see him in a state like this.
“It’ll be okay. Wow, that is the most cliche thing to say ever. I’m terrible at
this. You might want to just wait until Ethan and Aidan get back, to be
honest.” Danny laughs, a small chuckle that seems to slip out unexpectedly.
“No, seriously! You know what I’m like. I’ll just talk and talk until something
unintentionally offensive and/or upsetting breaks forth.”
“I think that’s what I need right now. Someone to take my mind off things.”
There’s something in the way he says it that makes Stiles shift in his seat,
moving back a fraction as though it will make any kind of difference.
“Stiles...”
Danny leans in, and Stiles is torn between fighting back and jumping off the
sofa. It turns out, that that second of hesitation and unsurety is all Danny
needs to be close enough that neither is now an option, and their lips connect
and terribly, really terribly, Stiles knows there’s a spark there, because he
wants to kiss back, desperately wants to.
He doesn’t though, instead pulling away and sliding his fingers across his
forehead, palming his eyes so he doesn’t have to look at Danny’s expression; he
knows it’ll shame him into letting Danny kiss him again if he sees how broken
he must be.
“I’m gonna do the right thing, and not tell Ethan you just did that. You’ve had
a bad enough time.”
“Only because you know you would have let me if he wasn’t around.”
“You’re drunk, Danny. You’re going to regret this in the morning.”
“Maybe not. Maybe it was meant to happen. I was going to go round to Derek’s,
see if he was interested in fucking my brains out to make me forget, but he’s
all serious with Jennifer still.” Danny rolls his eyes, squints and struggles
to re-focus after doing it. “So I came here, wanted to talk to Ethan.”
“Wanted to -- did you come here to try and get Ethan back? Fuck, Danny, what is
wrong with you?”
“No, no! I swear, no. It was only Derek I wanted to fuck me, until I saw you
just now. Ethan is a liar, or he was to me, I can’t deal with that.” Danny
leans closer again, and Stiles protectively barriers his hands between them.
“I’d fuck him if I meant I could fuck you too though. Both of you together. The
three of us.”
Stiles can’t wrap his head around this. Danny is basically offering to be part
of a threesome, and even worse, he’s thinking about it. Only hypothetically,
who goes where, nothing beyond that, but still. He’s thinking about it.
“Now you’re making me lie to him. Some poetic justice going on there.”
“Look, I’m sorry okay. Just forget it ever happened. Except for the three of
us, I still mean that bit.”
Stiles has to blink his eyes close, squeeze them shut and force the thoughts
out of his head. There’s a knock at the door, once twice thrice, and he has to
push Danny down on the sofa to stop him from trying to answer it. He gets up,
answers it, lets Ethan and Aidan in and watches Ethan’s face when he notices
Danny. It’s blank, and Stiles doesn’t think it’s a conscious act.
Ethan just doesn’t care. Which means Stiles has a serious problem.
                                      ***
This is probably a bad idea, he’s sure of it. There’s no one else he can trust
to actually keep something he needs to talk about a secret though, since Lydia
and Allison are gossip queens lately. Scott would probably say something
unintentionally, Isaac is automatically out of bounds, as are the twins. That
only leaves one person.
Sadly, there are two in the loft.
“Hey, Jennifer. Derek. I was wondering if I could talk to you.”
“Okay, sure.”
He looks understandably confused, because the two of them have rarely made it
past mutually antagonistic when it comes to their friendship, if that’s what it
could be deemed. Jennifer is fixing Stiles with a look.
“Is this about Ethan?” she asks. She doesn’t usually acknowledge that she’s
ever spoken to him in a non-educational capacity when they’re in school, but
he’s found her somewhat of a kindred spirit outside it. Right now though, she
seems confrontational, not friendly and open like usual.
“Look, I know you don’t see eye to eye with him --”
“That’s putting it mildly, Stiles.”
“I think Stiles said he wanted to discuss something with me, Jen,” Derek
intervenes, and she places a hand on his shoulder, squeezes it slightly. They
all know what Derek lost at the twins’ hands before they worked out their true
allegiances, and it doesn’t need to be spoken out loud. But it’s always there,
and it’s why Derek finds it so hard to be in the same pack as them. He’s
working on it though, which speaks volumes about the kind of guy he really is
beneath the macho act he portrays.
“I’ll leave you two to it then,” she says, and leaves the room.
“She’s working on it,” Derek says after she’s gone. “Being kidnapped isn’t
exactly something you can just pretend never happened.” Stiles nods in
understanding, because it seems the easiest way to move past this.
“That isn’t why I’m here. It’s sort of to do with Ethan, but more to do with -
- Danny.”
“Oh.”
Derek’s face clearly says that he wasn’t expecting to have to talk about this.
“Look, I’m straight --”
Stiles interrupts with a “someone has to be” which makes Derek chuckle.
“-- but the boy just has something about him. I wasn’t even sure how it
happened afterwards. I don’t regret it, not at all, but it isn’t something I
plan on doing again. I’m happy with Jen anyway.” He looks it too, and Stiles
tells him so.
“I know what you mean,” he continues, “because Danny kissed me last night. He
was drunk, and it was barely a kiss at all, but... I felt something. There was
a spark, and he was talking about wanting to fuck and threesomes and all sorts
of crazy shit and I was totally thinking about it. Now I just feel incredibly
guilty and I needed someone to talk to about it, and you’re the only one who
won’t immediately spread it all around everywhere. I really like Ethan, like
really a lot.”
“What about Danny?”
“He’s a good guy, but I can name three different guys I know who’ve slept with
him, plus I’m still not convinced nothing ever happened between him and
Jackson. So call it four. I wouldn’t want to be some notch in the bedpost, you
know?”
“I don’t think that’s how he intends it to be,” Derek points out, and Stiles
knows that but still can’t look past it.
“Should I tell Ethan what happened?”
“Personally I’d go for the threesome,” Derek laughs. “What? The kid’s amazing
in the sack.”
“I didn’t need my mental images to get any worse, but you just had to add
another one, didn’t you?”
“Considering your dad once told me to make sure I let you down gently, I’d say
it isn’t the first time.”
Stiles does a little open-mouthed dance of horror and humiliation.
“I’m going to kill my father.”
“Thought so.”
Stiles scowls at him, unable to lie even though it would end this new form of
torture.
“Thanks for the advice,” he eventually spits out. “I should really go. Don’t
say a word about this to anyone. Not even Jen, nothing against her but I don’t
want her using it against Ethan at some point. It isn’t something you just
forget about, after all.”
“I won’t tell a soul, Stiles,” he promises, and that’s that.
It’s only once he’s left that he’s faced with the knowledge that Derek barely
gave him any advice at all, except to keep his mouth shut. But it doesn’t stop
him from wondering what if.
                                      ***
They’re having a lazy Thursday evening together and Stiles is staring up at the
white ceiling, making pictures from where the paint is unevenly thick and
casting shadows from the lampshade. Ethan’s lay beside him, his arm spiraled
around Stiles’ with their hands clasped together. He’s thinking about it again.
“Would you ever have a threesome?”
Ethan turns to look at him, eyes sparking with surprise.
“With the right guy, I guess.”
He frowns.
“What makes you ask?”
Stiles bites his lip, chews it for a moment before admonishing himself for
falling back into this old habit. It’s not attractive to have a chewed up
scabby lip when your boyfriend is shirtless beside you, he tells himself, so
stop it and spill your secrets.
“Danny kissed me the other night in the hotel room.”
He braces himself for the shouting, the argument, the inevitable goodbye.
“I know.”
Ethan’s lip is trying desperately not to quirk, to give away his amusement.
Stiles kind of wants to smack it clean off his face, except then his face would
be spoiled and it’s surely a crime to ruin a masterpiece like that.
“You know?!”
“Danny told me after you left, cried in my arms and begged me not to hate him.
And I don’t. I mean, who could blame him when he’s that out of it, you’re a
prize and a half.” Any thoughts of anger fly right out of Stiles’ brain at
that, and he kisses Ethan, slowly, deeply, his hand pawing at his chest like
there’s a time limit where Ethan will vanish into the ether when it hits zero.
Stiles doesn’t want it to ever hit zero.
“You don’t seem to be mad at me for not telling you.”
“Danny told me why you said you wouldn’t tell me. I know you were doing it for
him, not for you. I guess I’m a sucker for people who are actually selfless, I
spent too long with people who weren’t.”
“I know who I’m a sucker for,” Stiles says, waggling his eyebrows faux
seductively as he pops open the first two buttons of Ethan’s jeans. “Can you
guess?”
“I’m gonna have to let you show me, I’m afraid, my mind is coming up blank.”
“Heheh, coming.”
Ethan rolls his eyes, once for the comment and the second when Stiles yanks his
briefs down and runs his tongue around his foreskin. “Fuck!” he groans, “you’re
the best.” Stiles brings him into his mouth at that, as deep as he can manage
on such a monster. Ethan’s breathing gets heavy and jagged, and Stiles can
taste the salt and sweat of him across his tongue.
He lifts off to take a breath, and Ethan pushes him down against the bed, slips
his pants over his hips without even undoing them first, and mouths at his
balls before running his tongue along the length of him. “I guess I’m a sucker
for you too,” he mumbles before taking Stiles’ dick in his mouth.
“Oh god,” Stiles moans, lost in pleasure. “We definitely need that threesome.
Imagine two of you doing this, jesus fuck.” Ethan pulls off him then, cocks an
eyebrow at him. It’s then Stiles realises what he just said.
“Lydia’s been talking to you, hasn’t she?” Ethan says, which is odd.
“No,” he replies. “Danny mentioned it a while ago but, that wasn’t even what I
was thinking. This just got really awkward.”
“Oh,” Ethan replies. “Possibly.”
“Why would Lydia mention it?”
“Well,” Ethan says, looking nervous. Stiles is wondering whether he should
worry until he remembers her pondering if they were truly identical, meaning
she didn’t already know. “She had this phase where she wanted to know if we
were identical,” Stiles snorts out a laugh because that phase isn’t over, “and
then she was trying to persuade Aidan into getting me to have a threesome with
her.”
“I take it you didn’t.”
“No! Lady parts are so not my thing, plus she’s too terrifying. i’d probably
end up crying in a corner, I have no clue how Aidan manages to survive.”
Stiles nods knowingly. “Me too.”
“So you weren’t wanting a freaky threeway with me and my twin then.”
“No. I mean, if it was gonna happen naturally, then sure, two is better than
one and all that,” he chokes as Ethan hits him in the chest, “ow seriously
fuck, puny brittle human here! I was mostly joking. Mostly. I was just thinking
that it would be really hot to watch someone fuck you while you go down on me.
I didn’t have anyone in mind.”
That may have been a slight lie.
“I can tell that you’re lying, Stiles,” Ethan grins.
He pouts and frowns at the same time; it probably looks like his face is
imploding. “Fine! I was thinking of Danny. Since he mentioned it. Several
times. It’s kinda hard to not think about when people keep bringing it up.”
“I’ll ask him,” Ethan says.
“Seriously?”
“Seriously. You want to, I’m at a point where I trust myself and I trust you to
not let it mean anything, so why not? We’re only young once, we may as well
just go for it. If it’s the worst thing that’s ever happened to us, we know for
future reference.”
“Yeah,” Stiles stammers back. “Yeah, I guess. Wow. This might actually happen.”
“It might,” Ethan agrees, “but right now it’s me and you, and I’m not having
you go soft on me.”
Before Stiles can reply, all words are flung from his mouth by the almost
professional blowjob he proceeds to be given. He can’t even warn Ethan when he
comes, because it’s so powerful a moment. He collapses on the bed, shutting his
eyes for a moment.
He opens them to the feel of Ethan’s dick against his lips, his knees either
side of his chest. He gazes up at his ridiculously muscular body, asks himself
for the hundredth time how he ever managed to get this lucky.
“No falling asleep on me,” Ethan growls playfully. “Now it’s my turn.”
                                      ***
Tonight’s the night. Stiles is the most nervous he’s ever been, and he had one
more than one occasion completely managed to forget about chemistry homework
back when Harris was alive. Danny is due over any time, and Ethan is repeatedly
telling him that they don’t have to do this if he’s unsure. Stiles isn’t sure
which one of them he’s talking to.
Ethan lets Danny in, and he smiles at them both as a greeting.
“This is still cool, right?” he asks and they both say it is. “Okay then. The
longer we take to ease ourselves into it, the more likely it just gets crazy
awkward and we don’t do it. So let’s just go for it.”
Before Stiles can agree, Danny is there, kissing at his neck and unzipping his
hoodie. Ethan pulls in next to him, kisses him on the mouth, and there is no
way on earth Stiles is letting this stop now. It feels way too damn good to
even dream of it.
Minutes later, they’re on the bed, and Stiles can already tell that they’re
both avoiding touching each other in case he doesn’t like it. “You do know I
want to watch you fuck him,” he says to get their attention, and they snap
their heads round, Danny’s hand down his jeans and Ethan still nestled into his
shoulder. The guy really likes nipple play.
“I thought it might be too weird --”
“Danny, would I have wanted you here at all if it were weird seeing you and
Ethan make out? Just stop giving me all the attention. It’s great, but it can’t
be much fun for you guys, and I can barely get my hands anywhere good for all
your limbs flying around.”
They lean over him and kiss, Danny’s hands on Ethan’s stomach, and it’s
incredibly hot. Stiles shucks out of his jeans, leaving his boxers on for now
because he isn’t being the first to get naked. He’s visible enough through the
tightness of his underwear as it is.
One of Danny’s hands is back there now, the other on Ethan who slips out of his
clothes entirely, kneeling naked and erect on the bed. It’s good enough for
him, and he slips out of his own boxers. Danny wraps a hand around his dick,
slowly jerks up and down as Ethan pulls down his jeans, then his briefs, and
they laugh when he almost falls off the bed trying to shake them off his
ankles.
“Fuck this is the greatest thing --” Stiles manages to say before Danny is
sucking him down into his mouth, and fuck is it good. Ethan is back working on
his right nipple, tongue circling it and lapping over it, and he pulls at
Ethan’s leg until he moves forward slightly so Stiles can start to stroke his
cock.
Danny’s jerking himself, making slow moans around Stiles which only make him
harder and more desperate to fuck one of them. He tells them this, watches them
fight a silent battle over who it should be. Danny wins out, and he’s on his
hands and knees, his legs parted enough for Stiles to reach out and slowly
stroke a finger down to his hole. His dick jumps at the touch, and he rises to
his knees, lubes himself up from the nightstand supply then slowly works two
fingers inside.
Ethan moves, stands up at the end of the bed and allows Danny to take him in
his mouth as Stiles fucks into him, and the sound Danny makes around Ethan’s
dick is obscene. Ethan likes it though, because he begins to thrust forward and
Stiles matches his rhythm as Danny wraps a hand around himself desperately
tugging at his dick as he gets spitroasted.
It doesn’t take long for Stiles to feel like he’s getting close, so he slowly
pulls out and runs a few lazy fingers against himself as he watches Danny get
facefucked by Ethan. He stops shortly afterwards, and Danny pants for breath.
“Fuck,” he breathes, “holy fuck.”
Ethan can only parrot what’s already been said.
“I want you to do that to me,” he says.
Stiles is only too happy to oblige. “Danny can fuck you,” he says. “I want to
watch first, then I’ll join in.”
Danny looks strangely nervous as he prepares Ethan, and Stiles suddenly
realises that usually this is the other way round. The way Danny was so
comfortable with being fucked makes more sense now he understands that. The
whole thing is making him want to blow so badly, but he can’t spoil this, not
now.
Ethan practically snarls with want as Danny penetrates him, pushing inside
without much finesse.
“Just go hard and fast, fuck,” Ethan commands, and Danny obliges willingly. All
his lacrosse training has given him incredible stamina, and Stiles is palming
at his dick when he feels that initial pulse and has to stop, knowing the time
isn’t right yet.
He pulls forward, gets ready to let Ethan blow him, when Ethan puts a hand on
his stomach and stops him.
“Before you do,” he chokes out between thrusts, “kiss Danny. Properly. You
didn’t before.” He smiles up at him deviously. “You’ve got to complete the
triangle.”
Stiles and Danny both laugh, and they pull together as they hadn’t been allowed
to before. Danny tastes warm and citrus-y with a hint of what has to be Ethan’s
precome still on his lips. Stiles is worried they’re making out for too long,
but Ethan sucks him into his mouth and he forgets all about caring.
“We completed the triangle,” Danny gasps. “High five.”
“Seriously?” Stiles forces out incredulously. “You’re such a jock.”
“Shut up Stilinski,” he says, raising his palm.
They high five, and the triangle is completed.
                                      ***
Stiles is still thinking about how it felt to have Danny and Ethan blow their
loads across his chest at the same time before licking up his mess from his
stomach afterwards, when he realises Scott is giving him the most horrified
looks he can conjure up.
“Sorry,” he mouths to him, as insincerely as possible.
When it gets to lunchtime, Scott seems eager to avoid looking him in the eye.
Allison obviously notices, because she raises an eyebrow at Stiles.
“He knows what we got up to last night,” Danny says to her as he sits down,
with -- Isaac next to him.
This is a development.
“Erm, care to explain anything?” Stiles says to them both.
“After I left, I started thinking about stuff, and I ended up calling Isaac and
telling him everything.” Which explains why Isaac is looking at him like he’d
just told him he had two eyes in the middle of his chest. “We had a real heart
to heart, and he admitted that there wasn’t really anyone else, he just wanted
to hurt me and get me back for all the things I hadn’t told him. We were honest
with each other, and we’re giving things another go.”
Stiles wasn’t sure if that was really the best thing considering he could still
remember how Danny tasted, and sounded when he begged Stiles to go harder, but
who was he to deny them a chance at something special.
His very own something special came over at that point, with Aidan in tow.
Lydia followed shortly behind.
“I hear you’re a surprisingly dirty slut, Stilinski,” she says as a greeting.
“It takes one to know one, Ms. Martin.”
They hug and laugh and Stiles catches the twins giving each other bemused
looks. It took a long time to work out the complexities of their love-hate
relationship, so he couldn’t blame them.
“Hey, Stiles,” Scott says, and suddenly he’s worried. “You know how last night,
you were, you know, did you at any point pretend Danny was Aidan.” Stiles
starts thinking back to his wish for the ground to swallow his friends whole.
“No, Scotty, I did not. Frankly, I’m worried you keep thinking about these
things.”
“Yeah but, now Ethan’s had one threesome, it might be easier to get him to do
another!”
“Umm, I’m right here,” Ethan says, waving at Scott. Scott waves back with a
grin.
“I was thinking more of upgrading to a foursome to be honest,” Danny says,
hugging an arm around Isaac who looks incredibly scared all of a sudden. Stiles
feels his pain, because he has a feeling Danny might actually try and make it
work.
“I think we’d have to upgrade to three first,” Isaac says eventually, and Lydia
laughs.
“Oh Stiles, you’re managing to turn everyone into a deviant.”
“You’re just jealous.”
“Of what? Don’t turn this on me because I could get your sordid little twin
fantasy to come true before you ever could."
“It is not my fantasy! But I could still make it happen before you.”
“You want to bet?”
Stiles can see Aidan and Ethan vigorously shaking their heads behind Lydia, and
he mouths “sorry” to them when she turns to see what everyone is fighting back
laughter at. It’ll be way too funny to watch her try. He just can’t say no.
“You’re on.”
End Notes
     This ran away from me. It was meant to be a short little thing about
     Stiles/Ethan because I love Ethan so much, but it turned into this
     monster!
     Some ideas kind of got lost as it went along - The Werewives in
     particular was a thing I was going to come back to, but there was no
     real place for it. Chris, Jennifer and Isaac also ended up a lot less
     fleshed out than I would have liked.
     Hope you enjoyed!
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