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Peter plopped his head back on the head rest, eyes scanning the scenery as it floated by. He couldn’t make out of a lot of things due to the darkness that hovered in the sky but he saw a few familiar buildings and houses that were near his place. He was grateful he was almost home. Tonight, had been exhausting.

Well, more mentally tiring than physically. Let’s just say Peter prefers to do things on his terms and doesn’t like getting roped into things. Yet, he supposes he owed Derek. The boy was constantly doing him favors and always in his corner. Therefore, he couldn’t really say no to him but he really wanted to.

“You know,” he sighed as he eyeballed the younger man. Derek had insisted on driving and Peter allowed it. He didn’t want to go out tonight and hence, didn’t feel like taking the wheel either. “This is now two weeks in a row that you and Cora have pushed me to go out.”

Okay, so Peter is complicated. He likes both his solitude and socializing. But, he’s also picky. He knows what he likes when it comes to certain individuals. He tends to mostly charm them and then either leaves them wanting more or he beds them. It’s not usually a long-term thing and Peter is fine with that. And he also realizes, he’s not getting any younger so he doesn’t go out as much as he used to. The game is getting harder to play and truthfully, finding people that interest him is getting challenging as well. So now, he tends more to homebody but he does venture out on occasion. Mostly, so he doesn’t lose his charm all together and he’s human, he does get horny.

“Seriously?” Derek questioned with an indignant flare to his tome. “You are acting like I forcibly held a gun to your head to spend some time with mom.” He sort of did but Peter opted to keep his mouth shut. He loves Talia but he still didn’t really want to spend the evening with the family. She in particular likes to nag him to convince him to find a nice omega to settle down with. It’s tiring and annoying. He would rather stick knives in his eyes.

“She’s exhausting Derek. And you know that too. She’s your mother and you dragged me out tonight so she could pester me and not focus on you.” He poked his nephew in the arm hard with his index finger but he didn’t even flinch the bastard. “Very clever by the way. I taught you well but it still annoys me. I could have been jacking off instead.”

He made a noise of disgust as he turned the vehicle into their neighborhood. Peter owns a quaint craftsman house that he shares with Derek. He pays rent so he doesn’t have to live at home. He too loves his mother very much but she can be overbearing and he had yearned for some space. Peter hadn’t minded. He lived alone and it was a nice change to have someone live with him. Plus, Derek is quiet so he doesn’t bother Peter a lot of the time.

The house itself is painted gray with two pillars out front that bookend the front porch. On the porch, there are two white rocking chairs that see a lot of use. They both tend to gravitate to that area and stare off into the distance or even chat when they have free time.

“Whatever. You need to spend more time with mom.” Debatable at the least. “And last week, that was all you. Cora only asked you to drop off her at that bar for her friend’s birthday celebration. You took it upon yourself to go inside and have a drink.” That wasn’t all he had in fact. “Then you fuck one of her friends. Which by the way, she’s still annoyed at you for that.”

The car slowed as it pulled into the drive. “First of all, I was thirsty. And second that was not my fault. You know how charming I can be. The poor boy was practically melting as I spoke. He then impaled himself on my dick. I’m actually innocent.” And yay, two points for Peter for still getting his swagger on. And the boy and Cora aren’t like best friends by any means - just in the same friend group so it was perfectly acceptable to fuck him.

And point, Peter may not totally be innocent but the boy was rather mesmerized by Peter’s charisma and whit. There was no way that Peter wasn’t going to pull out the stops to get the mole dotted omega with the milky skin into the bathroom that night to have some fun right away.

“You’re impossible and ridiculous.”

“Maybe but I’m the one who did get laid that night.”

The younger man mumbled something indiscernible as he exited the car. Peter followed suit by climbing out and then walking in tandem with this nephew. They took a few steps and then paused when a figure appeared in front of them. Almost out of the shadows in the front walk way that led to the house.

A rather familiar one at that. Despite the evening not providing enough light, the street lamp was more than ample to allow Peter to travel his eyes up and down the other who stood before them. “Stiles,” Peter oozed out between his lips. It was an unusual name but Peter had grown to like it. – enjoyed the soft trill on his bottom lip. “This is a rather pleasant surprise.”

“Yeah, I wasn’t going to come by but I need a favor alpha so…”

Oh? Peter is very curious as to what this favor may entail. And he truly is surprised that the young omega is here at his home and he doesn’t quite know how to feel about that. On the one hand, the boy was witty like Peter and an incredibly good lay. Plus, he has a fine good-looking ass. But on the other, Peter is usually more of a one and done deal type of alpha. “Couldn’t get enough of me so you are back for more?”

The younger man rolled his eyes as Derek coughed. “Is the guy you boned the other night? Your one-night stand?”

Peter didn’t answer right away but Derek already had concluded correctly. “Well, more like one night that merged into the next day into late afternoon.”

“Yeah, I think your memory is off old man. It was definitely more like into late morning.”

Peter grinned swiping the bottom of his lips with his tongue. “Oh, sweetheart, you were definitely drunk on sex so I understand if your memory is foggy. I clearly remember ripping at least seven orgasms out of you so I know we had fun way into the late afternoon.”

“Okay, on that note, I’m heading inside. I don’t want to hear any more of this.” Derek flailed his hands widely into the air. “Whatever this is so have a good time.”

Snickering, Stiles shook his head. “Ah yes, I do remember the cockiness now. I don’t know how that escaped my mind.”

“The sex my dear boy. I sexed you up so much, your brain is still trying to catch up even a week later.” Oh yes, Peter had given the omega a nice pounding. Or well several poundings to be exact right here at his house (he can be a gentleman after all and assumed his bed would be way more comfortable than the bar bathroom stall after the first go round). Plus, there were blow jobs and hand jobs. It was quite fun really. Truthfully, he wouldn’t mind going several more rounds with the boy. He does have a nice body and very lickable skin. And that ass….

Crossing his arms across the chest, the younger man sighed. “I am so regretting coming here.”

“Well, you did and shouldn’t be surprised. Now I’m curious as to why. I assume it’s not because you want to be dicked. I have to say I am little disappointed though but I certainly cannot turn an omega away if something is needed. It is in my nature after all.” Mostly but Stiles doesn’t have to know that his alpha dynamic doesn’t always shine in the brightest light. Yet, he’s curious and perhaps if he helps the boy, he can at least get a hand job out of it.

Stiles eyes narrowed not necessarily believing him as his body gave a full body shiver. “Right. Can we maybe go inside? I’m a little chilled.”

Arching his brow, Peter gestured his hand towards the front door. There was no reason to not allow the boy entry and he certainly didn’t want to be held responsible if he caught a cold. “Be my guest.”

They both walked into the door with more deliberate actions than the previous time the omega was in his dwelling. Last week, they had hardly made it inside and they were pawing at each other to get their clothes off. Peter won of course, the boy was naked fairly quickly and he was a sight. He still remembers trying to count all his moles on his pale skin. He lost count – maybe he will have another opportunity.

“Have a seat,” he gestured while he plopped down on his leather sofa, legs splayed open because one he’s an alpha and two, he’ll never pass up an opportunity to show off his crotch to an alluring boy. And the omega’s eyes did indeed travel towards his endowment momentarily, taking in his fill.

Maybe he can get lucky again. “My manners, did you need something drink?”

He shook his head as he nibbled on his bottom lip which was kind of arousing. The boy didn’t take Peter up on the offer of sitting either since he began to pace a little. “This is stupid. I don’t even know why I came here. We hardly know each other.” He focused on the front door. “I probably should just go.”

And that won’t do at all. If Peter had any hope of seeing that boy moaning and thriving underneath him once more, he had to find a way to reassure him. “Don’t be silly. You came over to seek me out. What is it that you need?” Besides, he was still curious as hell.

“Okay fine,” he breathed out exasperatedly as his feet stopped on the floor. “Again, it’s stupid but my five-year high school reunion is coming up.” Fuck, he assumed the boy was young but that puts him a few years younger than he surmised. “And you know, people like to impress one another. I just,” the adorable biting of the lip appeared again. “Okay, I just wanted to attend with a handsome alpha on my arm. There I said it.”

Peter smirked because yes, the boy admitted he was handsome and truthfully, he was also a little intoxicated with his squirming nerves standing in front of him. Yet, a high school reunion? He was definitely not expecting that to be the favor. “Clearly you could have any other alpha on the planet you could ask?”

He wasn’t opposed per se but one, a freaking high school reunion and two, does the boy not really have anyone else to ask?

“I mean,” his face was dejected as he answered. “Not really. My best friend Scott but he’s already going with this girlfriend. Maybe a couple of others but they would bitch the whole time. With you, you seem like you would have fun being petty and stuff. And there’s free food.”

He wasn’t totally wrong. He could be catty and play up the part of being a doting alpha. “Okay, say if I agree, what do I get in return?” Peter is not attending any gathering with a bunch of people half his age without some kind of reciprocity.

The eye roll was expected. “ I would like to say a fun evening out but I have a feeling that is not what you’re looking for. I’m almost afraid to ask.”

Clever boy. “Well, yes, I wouldn’t mind bending you over the sofa and having my way with you once more. However, you moaning like a porn star may disturb my nephew. But,” he reached over next to himself and grabbed the throw pillow. Tossing it on floor between his legs, Peter grinned. “I do have another idea.”

Honey dew eyes darted to the pillow and then met his Peter’s own deep blue ones. “Seriously? And you just said you didn’t want to disturb your nephew.”

Shrugging, Peter left his smirk across his face. “You’ll be gagging on my cock so he won’t hear a thing.”

The omega looked upon Peter, expression turning from disbelief to possibly contemplative. He could work with that. “It really shouldn’t surprise me that you are asking me to blow you.”

“As I much as I enjoyed your lips wrapped around my cock, let’s be real sweat boy, you thoroughly were into it. You loved my large member in your throat drinking down my release.”

Oh yes, Peter remembers vividly how lovely the omega looked sucking him down like he needed his jizz to survive. He didn’t even exhibit any gag reflex. Nope, he gave fellatio like his life depended on it. Plus, he looked so beautiful on his knees. Yes, the alpha yearns to recreate that moment and feeling once more. Sue him, he likes his cock being sucked and Stiles paints a very pretty picture.

Stiles stood stock still. He didn’t make any attempts to fall to his knees but he wasn’t leaving. Nope, he was pondering the idea. “God, another thing that I failed to remember about you – your cockiness.”

“Are you sure you don’t mean my cock? But on the other hand, there is no way you would forget the dick that pounded into you within an inch of your life.” Peter oozed out his tone laced with his signature charisma that is hard for many omegas to ignore. And for good measure, he rubbed the inseam of his pants that was closest to where his dick was now pressing harder into the material.

The boy took a few shaky steps forward, hesitating, yet his eyes did show a hunger behind them. However, he seemed to be contemplating if he really did crave to swallow Peter down or whether he was just doing this to agree to his terms. Frankly, Peter almost didn’t care for the reason, if he can have the sensation of the boy’s mouth on him again, he won’t care about the whys.

“I cannot believe I am seriously considering this. A blow job just so you’ll come to my high school reunion.”

“Think of it as mutually beneficial to both of us.”

There was a mumble of ‘asshole’ before knees hit the pillow between his spread legs. Fuck, the omega didn’t even have his mouth on him yet and he was already leaking pre-cum.

It took all of Peter’s control and the slim patience he was holding onto to not unzip his pants and pull the boy’s head over his engorged member. He found a way deep inside himself to cede control and let the boy take the reins. He may be anxious and for sure can be an ass but he was also an unselfish lover. He wanted Stiles to enjoy this moment as well despite yearning to have his cock free of the current cotton restraint.

Tentative hands reached up for the zipper as delicate fingers pulled on the metal clasp that held the teeth together. Peter angled his hip so to help the boy by shimmying his pants down somewhat to his thighs. Stiles eyes widened and tongue swiped across his bottom lip in seeing the large bulge hidden beneath the white briefs Peter was wearing.

Once again, hesitation swept across the boy as his fingers dangled in the air. “Why so nervous? “Peter asked as he reached to caress the boy’s right cheek. The omega leaned into the touch and sighed in contentment. “Where is that confident boy from last week, hmm?”

“Well, I did have a few drinks in me and we did some stuff first before you know that monster cock was in my mouth….” Peter grinned. True, the boy had displayed less inhibitions at first and the alpha had worked him up quite a bit before Stiles decided he wanted to stuff his throat with Peter’s cock.

Stroking his soft skin a few times, Peter hummed. “Take your time. I can be patient.” He meant it to a degree. Yes, he craved to get off but he also enjoyed having a pretty omega at his feet.

“Right” the tone was laced sarcasm. “Of course, you just want to get your rocks off. Fine,” he practically spat out as he reached over to pull Peter’s cock out from the offending underwear. He was going to respond and actually say something nice but once he was free of the trappings, he groaned out as the air hit his skin.

The boy surprisingly found the determination rather quickly since his tongue began lapping around his tip collecting his pre-cum. Dropping his hand, Peter moaned, “fuck…I remember that tongue now.”

Feeling his thickness get enveloped into the wet heat of Stiles mouth, Peter plopped his head back onto the couch to enjoy the sensations.

The omega swallowed him down as far as he could take him while licking on the underside of his dick, with his fingers wrapping around the parts he could not swallow down. He swirled around the slit to slurp every droplet that Peter leaked. He hallowed his cheeks and provided suction simultaneously. The stimulation of his tongue and his delicate hands pumping his shaft was almost too much and Peter realized he was going to cum embarrassingly quickly. He was acting like a fucking teenager being on a hair trigger but oh well…

Moaning around Peter’s throbbing cock, Stiles doubled his efforts and Peter mumbled out, “I’m going to cum.”

Stiles continued with the onslaught of his talented tongue and fingers as Peter’s balls drew up, he pulled off slightly as Peter yelled out,” fuck,” and exploded into the waiting mouth with some of his jizz landing on the boy’s chin. He shook through the aftershocks watching through slanted eyes the other swallow what he could and wiping away the parts that didn’t quite make it into his eager mouth.

Peter eyes hazed over while he gazed upon the boy now standing up on shaky coltish legs. He was fairly sure he noted a wet patch on the outer layer at his crotch area but Peter decided not to call him out on it. “Happy now alpha? Reciprocity paid in full?”

He wasn’t sure if it was quite paid in full but it was close – he got an orgasm out of it. Shoving his dick back into his underwear, Peter found his signature smirk. “I suppose for now. A for effort. B for technique and a D for bratty attitude.”

“Oh lord. I can’t believe I just blew you so I can have a stand in alpha.” He huffed out, “so F for fuck you.”

Well, Stiles can act offended all he wants. He is entertaining to watch and the boy clearly enjoyed it as displayed by his pants. “Speaking of, let me know when you’re free so I can take you shopping for something more appropriate to wear to this shindig.”

The boy’s nose scrunched up in defense. “My clothes are fine and besides it’s at the downtown Beacon Hills Hyatt. Not a Five Star establishment or anything too fancy.”

“Be as it may but I do have some standards. If I am supposed to be your alpha then this alpha takes care of his omega which means providing nice clothes.” And besides, he is fairly confident that Stiles will dress up very nicely.

“Whatever dude. We exchanged numbers before. I’ll text you.”

Peter grinned. “Excellent. It was a pleasure doing business with you Stiles. I’m sure there is more fun times to be had with you.”

The omega gingerly flipped him off with a huff as walked towards the door. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

Oh, he is well aware.

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Stiles slowly trudged up to his shared apartment with keys in hand. He felt safer not living on the bottom floor but currently, he wasn’t feeling the stairs. He could have taken the elevator but there were a couple of alphas waiting to get on so he decided to bypass it. He didn’t like to take any chances of being alone with alphas in a small contained space like that.

Not that he has really experienced any issues of the sort but he has heard enough of stories so better safe than sorry. You just don’t know what will ever happen.

Yet, he was regretting the five floors of steps he was climbing at the moment, huffing out deep winded breaths. And not to mention, his jaw was feeling a little achy. Fuck society claiming omegas are born to take cock from alphas because Stiles is sore damn it but yet, it wasn’t the bad kind soreness necessarily. And in reality, he only has himself to blame.

Peter does have a monster sized cock and Stiles is ruminating his life choices on so many levels right now. One, his damn jaw hurts from deep throating the damn alpha and second that he actually agreed to the act. And not only that, Stiles hardly contemplated the blow job before he dropped to his knees like a starving man in front of him. Peter must think so lowly of him that he was so desperate for cock.

Hell, he even thinks lowly of himself for easily giving in. Part of him really didn’t want to – didn’t want to give into the alpha and his stupid ask. Another part of him however, remembered how good it felt to have the weight of the man’s large member in his mouth. How good he actually tasted. Therefore, it wasn’t too difficult in wanting to swallow him down again.

But he realized going in there he would have some regrets once he came up with the idea to even ask the man to attend his high school reunion with him. Perhaps he only spent an evening with him and part of the morning (it was not until the late afternoon, thank you very much) but it was enough to get a read on the alpha. He could already ascertain how the other may react and what he might say.

Stiles isn’t dumb or naïve. No, he can be fairly astute and can usually understand a situation very well. He knew when he met Peter that night, that the man had turned on his alpha charm on to one hundred percent – comprehended that he was mostly saying things to get Stiles to melt and then to fall into bed with him.

His brain recognized the game but his omega nature was ignoring it. His insides were eating up the compliments and he couldn’t help but start leaking slick when the alpha told him all the dirty things he wanted to do him. All the ways he yearned to make Stiles cum.

He then decided at that moment to just throw caution to the wind and thought to hell with it. He is usually cautious and doesn’t jump in with both feet and take a lot of chances. But, Peter despite some of the sleaze factor, he was witty and funny. Plus, hot as fuck. He had a nice square jaw and a thick neck. His fingers were big and they looked like they born to find his prostate.

So, hell yeah, Stiles easily followed him to the bar’s bathroom and then to his home despite protests from his friends. They ended up relenting since he was related to Cora which kind of ew. They rightfully assumed her uncle wouldn’t strangle him and throw him into a landfill. Graphic yes but Scotty was worried for his friend’s safety. Plus, it was uncharacteristic for Stiles to hook up with strangers.

Yet, Stiles then proceeded to get pounded into over and over within an inch of his life. He blew Peter and Peter blew him and then the alpha ate him out. Peter may not have been too far off from the whole seven orgasms he declared. The night had been full of debauchery and so much fun. For sure memorable and having sex with Peter was a highlight of his life.

Then the next day comes and the awkwardness creeps in. Stiles had zero clue how you end a night of debauchery and leave something like that. He was fairly confident that Peter was one and done. Stiles was okay with that but he wouldn’t say no to getting sexed up with him again. Therefore, he was confused – did he say thanks and see you later dude sometime? Or did he just gracefully bow out?

He opted for neither and casually asked for his number. He figured it didn’t hurt anything. It was polite to ask and neither had to do anything with each other numbers. Stiles deduced Peter wouldn’t call him and he didn’t think he would reach out to Peter either. Yes, hot and engaging but also a little arrogant especially when dialing up the alpha charm. Needless to say, his expectations were low.

Stiles had done a decent job not thinking about their tryst but it was a little challenging with a sore ass. The first day or two, it was hard not recollecting that man with the talented fingers and massive cock. Then he was able to finally put Peter out of his mind until Scotty brought up the stupid reunion – asking if Stiles wanted to ride with him and Allison or just wanted to go stag.

The feeling of showing up alone or as a third wheel was heartbreaking. That was when he began operation find an alpha to attend with him. And his list wasn’t very long or even that hopeful so somehow his mind had drifted to Peter. It was a fleeting thought but he latched onto the idea and couldn’t quite shake it.

It was probably a bad idea. For one, the guy hardly knew him and two, he really had no reason to agree to go with Stiles. He didn’t owe Stiles anything. Yet, he sort of believed he could be the perfect choice as well.

From what he learned in that short span of being with the alpha is the man loves to be snarky and seems to love challenges. And this type of evening, Peter could ramp up his charisma and portray the best damn alpha out there. Perhaps make others envious that Stiles snagged such an amazing alpha which yay bonus points. And then once the evening is over, he could drop the persona he presented and go back to being his arrogant self.

Surprising or not so surprising was the man agreed but then expected a sexual favor in return. He really should have known that the alpha wouldn’t agree without receiving something back in return. He just was just a little caught guard how easily Peter suggested a blow job from him and how quickly Stiles agreed to the sexual favor. Part of him was annoyed but another part of him was again, to hell with it. Despite the cockiness and arrogance rolling off the alpha, Sties did like blowing him previously and he currently has evidence in his pants detailing how much he enjoyed it himself once more.

Fucking embarrassment that is but what done is done. He has a stand in alpha ready to go and he guesses he’ll get a new outfit out of the deal. Maybe a quickie blow job was not a bad price to pay.

Slotting the key into the deadbolt, Stiles twisted the metal mechanism and turned the knob to open the door.

Stepping inside, he closed the door and noted his dirty blond roommate in the kitchen standing behind the counter creating some sort of food.

Dropping his keys on the table by the door, he toed off his shoes haphazardly with his feet and strolled across the apartment towards the ktichen. He stopped when he neared his roommate once he noticed his lack of attire. “Jesus Jackson, why are you just wearing your boxers?” Yep, the alpha was standing there in just his underwear and nothing else as he prepared his sandwich. Yes, the other man is objectively well-built but he didn’t have to see everything he had to offer.

Spreading mayo on a second slice of bread, he shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe because I’m hot.”

“It’s not that hot,” Stiles reasoned as he focused on the sandwich. It looked good and now he was hungry. “Can you make me a sandwich?”

Placing the knife on the cutting board, Jackson reached for a cheese slice. “Have you looked at me? I am hot.” Stiles rolled his eyes at the arrogance. Reminded him of another alpha from earlier in the evening. “Why should I make you one?”

“Because you love me?” Seemed like a valid reason to Stiles.

Turning to face Stiles, the other cocked his perfectly manicured right brow. “Not all the time. You can be insufferable sometimes.”

“But you love me most of the time. And you can be a jerk sometimes so we balance each other out. So can you please make me a sandwich alpha?” Stiles wasn’t above using his sweet omega tone sometimes to get what we wanted.

Jackson playfully pushed him. “Brat. Go find something mindless to put on the TV and I’ll be there in a few minutes with the sandwiches.”

And victory for the omega!

Stiles did what he was told, sauntering over to the sofa and grabbing the remote before plopping down on the cushions. He casually flipped through the guide and landed on some cooking bake off show on the Food Channel. They could either watch the show or chat with one another since it was easy enough to do when the contestants were creating their creations.

Jackson drifted over a few moments later with two sandwiches in tow, handing a plate over to Stiles before taking a seat next to him. “Here you go princess.” Stiles stuck his tongue out but greedily grabbed the proffered food. Evidently giving head makes one hungry.

“What have you been up to?” The alpha asked before taking bite of his turkey sandwich.

Stiles didn’t really want to be honest but he couldn’t lie to Jackson. One, he just can’t lie to one of his best friends and two, Jackson just has a sixth sense when comes to Stiles keeping things or not being overly forthcoming. “Well, um…” Stiles hesitated breaking off a piece of his bread and showing into his mouth before finishing his thought. “I kind of sort of went to see the alpha I spent the night with last week.”

Eyeballing him, Jackson put his food down. “Cora’s uncle? The one who boned you for like twenty-four hours?”

Why does everyone think this tryst was longer that it really was? “And stop saying Cora’s uncle. It makes it weird.” Cora and he are friends for sure but not like besties by any means but it’s still odd thinking about sleeping with one of her relatives.

“Maybe so but that’s literally the only reason that Scott and I let you leave with him.”

Stiles rolled his eyes at the protectiveness that the two alphas have for him. They always did ever since they each presented with their secondary gender. The three of them had been attached to the hip since they were like four years old when they first met at the playground. That day forward they were inseparable – all their parents calling them The Three Muskateers.

They did everything together despite once they entered high school each finding different activities, hobbies, and some other friend groups. All three of them even lived together for awhile until Scott moved out to share an apartment with Allison – his on again off again and then on again high school sweetheart.

So yeah, the three of them had a long history with one another mostly one that entailed of the two alphas instinctively craving to protect their omega friend. A lot of the tines, Stiles liked knowing he had them in his corner but sometimes it could get stifling with them always looking out for him. Trying to shelter him to ensure he was safe and not doing anything stupid.

He knew last weekend when he had made the impulsive decision to go back to Peter’s with the thought of more orgasms on top of his mind that his friends would step in. He just knew they would try to stop him leaving with the stranger alpha or try to convince him otherwise that it was potentially a bad idea.

They did voice concerns but as Jackson mentioned, since he was related to Cora, they relented. And Jackson even tentatively agreed stating that Stiles never does anything like this, so let him have some fun.

“Okay, yes I get that is a big reason you didn’t protest more. So yeah, I went to see him and it was kind of stupid but I did and now I sort of have a date to the reunion.” Stiles quickly eked out. “More like a stand in alpha but whatever.”

He sheepishly gazed over at Jackson to gauge his reaction. He looked back at Stiles with his brows furrowed, evidently processing everything Stiles relayed. “A stand in alpha? And he actually agreed? And I seriously don’t get why you want to impress those losers.”

Jackson, an alpha and captain of the lacrosse team. Mr. Popular for a good amount of his high school career. Of course, he wouldn’t get why Stiles would want to impress and possibly make some of his former classmates jealous. Or at least show them that he was no longer a loser. Jackson had no desire to attend their high school reunion because yep, he doesn’t care. Stiles has still been trying to convince him to change his mind however but he doesn’t budge.

“I just do and… he’s hot. I took a chance in hoping he might agree and surprisingly he did. So yep, he’s going with me. Wants to buy me a new outfit.” Stiles shrugged his shoulders as he reached for his sandwich to take another bite.

Jackson mirrored Stiles with swallowing down some of his sandwich. “He said yes with no strings?”

Why did he have to be so skeptical? And Stiles sure as hell was not telling him what he did. Nope, his friend doesn’t need to know how much he likes Peter’s dick even though he pretty much gave him the play by the play after spending the night with him last weekend. He would prefer Jackson not to think he is a slut for cock.

“For the most part yes. Guess he was feeling chivalrous.”

Shaking his head, the alpha exhaled highly. “Based on what Cora said about him, highly doubtful. She said he can be an arrogant jerk and a little selfish. Are you sure he’s being open and honest and there’s no strings? Or you omitting something or maybe being oblivious to the alpha’s charms?”

Stiles swatted his hand at Jackson’s bicep but he didn’t even flinch. “Give me a little credit dude. I’m not that dumb. Yes, he has the alpha charm tone down to a science,” hence why Stiles fell into bed so easily with him. “But, no, there’s nothing. It’s not like a real date. He’s doing me a favor and I agreed to do a favor in return when he wants one. Nothing sinister.” Stiles is for sure now not going to bring up the sex part – one he’s still kind of embarrassed of what he did so freely and two, Jackson may lecture him for being an idiot.

Jackson sighed heavily, “Sti, I so don’t want to step on your game. I did high five you and shit after you got laid that day. So like good for you but…” Stiles anticipated a but so he was not surprised that Jackson tacked that on. “I get full veto power if he so looks at you crossed eye or hurts you in anyway. Got it?”

He really wanted to tell him he was over reacting. They were literally just going to be hanging out for a night. Not much Peter could do to Stiles in that short time frame. And if he did, they probably weren’t going to see each other again anyway. Yet to appease his friend and make his life easier, Stiles would just agree. “Fine,” he waved his hand in the air. “You get full veto power but you better not embarrass me in front of him.”

Stiles could see Jackson now telling Peter how he might kick his ass or something similar if he lays a hand on Stiles. Or overshare an awkward childhood story. Or just be an asshole. Anything was possible.

The alpha chuckled deeply from his chest, “now why I would do that Princess?”

“I hate you.” Stiles glared at his roommate.

“No you don’t.”

He hates him more now because he’s right. “Ugh, you’re the absolute worse.”

Eyes focusing back on the TV, Jackson took another bite of his food. “Come on, let’s see who’s going to win this bake off. I’m rooting for the one who just messed up her fondant.”

Stiles giggled. Jackson liked going for the underdog.

Waking up the next morning, Stiles turned over to reach for his phone. He unplugged the cord that was charging the device and glanced at his notifications. He noted a text message alert.

Opening up the messaging app, he saw it was from One Night Stand Alpha. Stiles both groaned and giggled at the name that he had hastily put in his phone last weekend. He might need to change that identifier now since he appears to be more than a one night alpha.

Reading the message, he saw the man was asking if this coming Saturday at 11:00 was amenable to go clothes shopping.

Stiles could do that time. He was lucky that he had a great job at the bookstore on Main Street. It was a small mom and pop type of place and the owner, Mrs. Townsend adored Stiles to the moon and back. She proclaimed no omega should work past dark and she didn’t believe he should work on weekends. He wanted to protest that he wasn’t a week damsel in distress and could take care of himself but then thought better of it. Those were kick ass hours and he only has to work the weekend sometimes when he needs to fill in for one of the part time students that work those shifts. So yeah, no brainer.

He hovered his fingers over the keypad before responding slightly debating if he really still wanted to go through with this plan. He could cut his losses and just not go or tag along with Scott and Allison. Yet, he really did want to show up with a sexy alpha beside him. The man was cocky and Stiles may not totally be on board with his terms but he already gave him head so he might as well just dig himself deeper in this hole he has dug for himself. Was there anything worse he could ask or do? Probably not.

Typing at his response to the man, Stiles replied that it was fine. Not that he really wanted to play dress up for him but it might be cool to have a nice outfit to wear.

[One Night Stand Alpha] Perfect, Send me your address and I’ll pick you up

[Pretty Omega] I can drive myself. You don’t need to come get me

[One Night Stand Alpha] I don’t want to take a chance of you weaseling out or trying to leave early

[Pretty Omega] Oh my god fine but I expect lunch out of this deal

[One Night Stand Alpha] Of course. I wouldn’t want you to starve. You’re way too pretty for that

Stiles may have blushed a little at the comment but he had already deduced that is how Peter speaks. He slides in some nice words to make the omega in anyone become gooey. He kind both hates and loves that he feels that way.

[Pretty Omega] I already gave you oral. You can stop with the flattery

[One Night Stand Alpha] You’re a clever boy Stiles. You can’t honestly believe that I’m not going to want another orgasm out of this

And Stiles really didn’t know how to respond that. Was he surprised? Not really. Was he irritated? Sort of. Was he like down for the idea? Probably.

So he did what he does best: ignored the other’s comment. He would not give him the satisfaction.

[Pretty Omega] I got to get ready for work. I’ll see on Saturday

[One Night Stand Alpha] Nice deflection. See you Saturday

Stiles rolled his eyes and tossed his phone onto his bed.

Mumbling out loud to the universe, “ugh, maybe this is a bad idea.”

Or perhaps it could be a really good one if his secondary gender had any say in the matter.

Chapter Text

Peter slyly smirked as he placed his phone down on the kitchen table, almost laughing internally thinking of his interaction with Stiles. Picking up his mug of coffee, Peter sipped it the hot, dark liquid as Derek made an appearance.

Hair ruffled, t-shirt rumpled, and sweat dripping his face, Derek had been working out. “Thank god, coffee.” He made a bee line towards the coffee maker and grabbed a mug. Pouring himself a cup, the other moaned as he inhaled the strong hazel nut aroma.

“Maybe you should have water and not coffee.” It was a suggestion but it was Derek’s body so he could do what he wanted.

Huffing, he took the few steps to the chair that was opposite of Peter. Taking a seat, his nephew narrowed his eyes. “I’m not stupid. I had lots of water already and now I want coffee..” He took a deep sip to show Peter how much he craved said beverage. “And what had you grinning like a moron when I came in here?”

“Nothing and none of your business.” And he wasn’t grinning. He was reflecting on a amusing shared moment.

Leveling him look, Derek didn’t appear convinced. “it’s the omega from last night. What did you do? Or what are you going to do?”

“That seems rather accusatory Derek.” A little sting to the ego. “I have you know that I am being nice. He asked me to go to his high school reunion and news flash, I said yes.”

Derek’s hazel eyes remained focused on Peter, trying to read him. “You seriously said yes?”

“I did.” He stated succinctly as he took another swallow of his coffee.

The other alpha appraised him for a moment, fingers grasping around his porcelain mug. “Firstly, you know Cora is going to be at that reunion, right?” Oh, he may not have thought of that little detail. “And secondly, you really want to go that? You must be getting something out of this. No way you would just say yes.”

“You wound me Derek,” Peter said in mock defense as he slid his chair back from the table. “However, I am not always the most chivalrous of alphas so yes, I did get something return and hope to cash in another favor as well if I work my alpha charm just right.”

“Wait,” Derek huffed out as his eyes widened. “Did you solicit him for a sexual favor? And not only that, while I was upstairs?” The younger man seemed a little put off with that realization.

Peter toothily grinned. “Derek,” he oozed out. “It was an exchange of goods. I go to his reunion thingy and he gave me a blow job. And I made sure his mouth was full so you wouldn’t hear anything so don’t get your panties in a twist.”

Nose scrunching up and twitching, Derek pursed his lips. “So not helping. I really hope he knows what’s he getting into with you.”

“I do believe he is well aware. He enthusiastically consented. It will be a win win for both parties.”

Derek arched his left brow, “somehow I think you’ll be the one coming out on top.”

“My dear boy, I’m always on top.”

And hopefully there will be a pretty little omega underneath him one more time.

Peter shouldn’t have been surprised a couple of days later when Cora showed up at his door with a scowl on her face. He was almost successful in shutting the door on her but she was devious and quick and stuck her foot in the door frame. “How is my sweet niece? What brings you to my humble adobe?”

“Cut the crap Uncle Peter,” she sneered and wiggled her way inside. Definitely a little firecracker that he loathed and adored at the same time. “First you bone one of my friends and now you are taking him to our high school reunion?”

Seething, she made her way to the family area to one of the easy chairs and plopped herself down dramatically. She crossed her legs in a gruff and attempted to cock her left brow like her brother does exceptionally well. It was a valiant effort but Derek will always win when it comes to eyebrows. “I cannot have you at my reunion. That would be so awkward and embarrassing.”

Walking over to the couch across from where Cora perched herself, Peter took a seat. He scrutinized her for a moment. “I will do my best to stay away from you. And you can ignore me.”

“That’s really not the point. Why are you even going?” Cora blew out some air and heaved inward. “I thought this was a onetime thing with Stiles. Not that I was totally onboard with it. But I was like the boy was taken with your sleazy charm and I didn’t want to be the bad guy saying he couldn’t get laid which by the way ew. I really wanted to sway him but I bit my tongue so he could have fun. And again, ew but at least I knew he would be safe with you.” She took a deep breath. “I don’t get why you’re going.”

Because orgasms.

Peter refrained from that response assuming Cora wouldn’t appreciate that answer that much. “It’s really hurtful that both you and Derek immediately don’t think I maybe be doing this out of the goodness of my heart.” She leveled him look showing she didn’t believe him one bit. “You won’t like answer I provide.”

Uncrossing her legs, she placed her elbows on her knees. “Ugh. Listen, being an omega, Stiles grew up somewhat sheltered. Over protective father and what not. Going to college, he got to spread his wings. Had some more freedom. Granted I don’t know or want to know how much he freedom he gave himself. But I do know he doesn’t sleep around much so you know just be gentle and careful and what not.”

“He’s on birth control so we were careful.”

“Uncle Peter!” She called out. “So not what I meant but okay, good to know that. I mean just set clear expectations with him, okay? Fuck buddies if it is, then make sure he gets that you are on the same page.”

Peter pinched the bridge of his nose. Doing the omega a favor was starting to be a lot of work having to defend himself to both his niece and nephew. Now he really hopes he can get in the boy’s pants again. He so deserves it at this point. “I appreciate you looking out for your friend.” Cora may only be a beta but she has many of an alpha instincts – sometimes more so than Peter does when it comes to looking out for others. “I have made it clear. Stiles understands where we stand. This is merely an exchange of goods and services so you can cease your shovel talk as admirable as it may be.”

“You’re an ass.” She huffed out while straightening herself back up. “And now I really don’t want to know what Stiles is giving you in return.”

Peter smiled. Or in this case, already provided. “I am not forcing him to do anything. I can be a selfish asshole but I am not a monster. Give me some credit. Do I want to see the boy sex drunk again? I wouldn’t oppose it but it’s not a requirement. I already agreed to go so I will go.” Again, he hopes to have another round with the boy but he won’t be a pushy asshole. Perhaps a little shove but he’ll back off if that is what the omega really wants.

“Okay, I do trust you. I just don’t like seeing my friends get hurt so I have to put my two cents in.”

“I love that you are that way but what about me? You’re not worried about your uncle getting hurt?”

His niece grinned. One that would rival Peter’s in fact. “You always seem to land on both feet. I don’t think you will be the one getting hurt. Yet, if that ever happens, I will console you.”

“Glad to know that I have you in my corner.”

The beta chuckled as she stood up and reached her arms into air. “Well…. Stiles still comes first,” she winked. “Just please don’t embarrass me at my reunion. Just stay on your side please.”

That could be a hard ask. “No promises my dear niece. You know I love to stir the pot.” He winked back at her.

“You’re impossible.” She made her way towards the door,” oh, mom wants you to come by for dinner soon.”

“I was literally just there. Did she not get her quota in for the week for nagging me?” He questioned with annoyance in his tone. He can only tolerate Talia in small doses and he had his weekly fill already. Heck, he thinks he should be off the hook for at least two weeks.

The beta almost appeared she was taking pity on him – feeling for her uncle with her slightly sorrowful expression. “I guess. She just said invite your uncle over. I don’t ask questions.”

Waving his head towards the other, he sighed heavily. Maybe he could send Derek in his place. She would love to spend more time with her son surely. “Okay, I’ll deal with it later like coming down with a highly contagious disease or something.”

Cora cackled out as she opened the front door. “She’ll see right through that but I like the creativity.” Stepping outside, she hollered back to Peter, “I got some shit to do which doesn’t include exchanging barbs with my dear uncle.”

“You secretly love it brat.”

“Some secrets go to the grave Uncle Peter,” she spat out as the door swung behind her.

Peter shook his head regretting that he taught Cora to be a lot like himself.

The day before Peter was supposed to pick Stiles up, he received a text message from the boy. He assumed the messaging would contain his address in which it did. However, it also held a follow up question of what should he wear?

Peter hovered over the contact of Pretty Omega almost immediately typing back ‘what does it matter?’ He stopped himself one because he realized that might be too brash and second, he would prefer to call and not do all this unnecessary typing.

Before hitting the call button, he questioned if he should change the boy’s contact name. Yes, objectively he is pretty but he probably should refer him to something that is not tied to his looks, yet he doesn’t know a lot about the boy. It wasn’t like they had a super long in depth conversation or anything.

Then he remembered that the omega had reminded him of a cat at least two times when they spent the night together. He swears the boy practically purred than once and then there was at least one instance of him cuddling next to Peter like a feline would.

Yep, Kitten it is. Quickly updating the name, he hit call.

The other end picked up with a tone of confusion. “What? Um hello?”

“Why is the hello not a statement but a question?”

The sigh was long and audible. The boy for sure wanted Peter to know he was annoyed with the question. “Because no one calls old man. Everyone texts. It’s awkward.”

Oh for the love of this generation. He pinched the bridge of his nose and inhaled deeply. “That’s weird. You need to have certain social skills. And I certainly heard no complaints from you the other evening about my veritably.”

“Whatever. I can still tease the shit out of you. And like seriously, why a phone call?”

“It’s easier. I don’t think it matters what you wear. You’ll be trying on clothes so something that’s easy to change in and out of.”

Hearing a door shut in the background, Stiles produced an inaudible noise as he sat down. “Okay. Just so you know my alpha roommate will probably be here when you come over. He’s kind of a cocky ass too. So you’ll probably either want to punch him in the face or high five him. I haven’t decided which way I think it might go.”

“He sounds like a charming individual. I’m sure we will get along.” As long as the other alpha stays out of his lane, it will be fine. He likes and can deal with alphas that are similar to him. Hell, it might be to his advantage – maybe this roommate won’t be a pain and rain on Peter’s parade like his niece and nephew already have. “And if not, I’ll try to be on my best behavior.”

A cackle reverberated from the received. “Yeah right dude. I’m sure your best behavior isn’t far from your worst.”

That was rude. The boy doesn’t know him well enough to deduce that even if he might not be all that far from the truth. “I can play nice Stiles. It’s not unheard of. “He can be. Maybe not a lot but he’s not always a selfish jerk. He has been known to do good things and help others in need. Yes, it’s not a usual circumstance for him but it can and does happen.

“Right…”, he dragged out the reply. “As long as you get something in return so sure I can see it.”

That wasn’t entirely true. He has done plenty of good things and has not asked for any sort of reciprocity. Yes, he has for sure requested something more transactional in the past so not unheard of. Yet, with Stiles, it is too much fun not to tease and try to convince him to offer him a favor back.

And really, according to Peter, they both will have gained something beneficial – sexual favors and orgasms never hurt no one.

“Not every time omega. Perhaps it’s just you that causes me to act that way.”

“Hmm, not sure if I believe that or not.”

Humming, Peter thought for a moment before responding. The boy already sees him rather selfish and not very empathetic so he wants to tread carefully. Even if they don’t have another sexual encounter, the omega is still fun to banter with. “Well, I suppose you’ll have to just to see if that’s the case or not. We will be spending some time together so perhaps your opinion will be swayed.”

There was a beat of silence. “Yeah, maybe but I feel like I got a fairly good read on you already – like I got a good sense of your shtick. But, sure we’ll see.”

The tone certainly didn’t indicate he was on a ‘will see’ basis but that was fine. Peter loves a challenge. “Excellent, I’ll see tomorrow.”

“Yep, tomorrow old man.”

Indeed – Peter was going to need to find a way to convince a scared kitty to believe him and then hopefully hear him purr once again.

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Stiles swiveled to try to get a better look at this backside in the mirror. He didn’t know why he cared so much as to how well his outfit looked on him. It was stupid and silly but the omega in him was just screaming to look nice for the alpha.

“He’s literally taking you clothes shopping.” Jackson butted in as he stopped at Stiles bedroom door. “Yet, I can’t decide if that’s weird that he’s doing that or whether I want to thank him for hopefully providing you some fashion sense.”

Taking one last glance at his butt in the cargo pants he was donning, Stiles flipped his friend the bird. “You’re a clothes snob. I like comfy clothes.” Yes, he preferred them to fit a little looser but this pair of pants did show off his ass rather nicely – the material contoured just right over his bottom.

“And sad looking ones too. I am actually curious as to what he’s going to dress you in.”

Stiles took the few steps to his dresser to grab his wallet, phone, and keys. “You act like he’s going to furnish a whole new wardrobe for me. It’s literally like one outfit for the reunion.”

Jackson scrunched up his nose. “Maybe but he’s an alpha so intrinsically he may want to provide more than that. Just don’t be surprised if he does and don’t turn him down when he offers to purchase you more clothing. You don’t want to bruise an alpha’s ego.”

“So you’re like you’re now team Stiles and one night stand alpha?”

He did get where his friend was coming from. Alphas tend to have a big ego but they also can get butt hurt easily if omega’s turn down gifts or don’t show then appreciation. It’s a balancing act as well because omegas cannot be over the top with the appreciation or an alpha may take things the wrong way if there is no interest. It can be exhausting towing the line but Stiles was confident he would find the right proportion when it came to Peter. He may not know him well but he understood his specific personality dynamic. He’s lived with Jackson long enough and they are similar so he shouldn’t offend Peter in anyway.

Shrugging his shoulders, “eh, maybe. If you can get laid on the regular, it might be good for you.”

Stiles sighed heavily and attempted to come up with a good retort when there was a knock at the door. “Shit, he’s here.”

“I’ll get it,” the alpha smiled slyly as he quickly pivoted on his feet.

“Wait Jackson,” Stiles eked out as he flailed to reach for the other to stop him. He didn’t want the alpha to embarrass him as soon as he opened the door but at least the other was wearing clothes around the house this time so he would take that as a win for now.

Taking a deep, calming breath Stiles strolled out of his room while Jackson greeted Peter with the obligatory hello. Part of him was excited that Jackson and Peter would officially meet (and not just give each other the side eye like they did at the bar) but another part was afraid of what might come out of Jackson’s mouth. He was like Stiles in that way – had no freaking filter.

Being an alpha, he had a protective streak a mile long and that was ten fold when Stiles was involved. He appreciated that Jackson would always look out for him and clearly yearned to have his best interest at heart. Did it get tiring? Sometimes but Stiles learned to get used to it over the years. He stopped fighting that battle years ago – Jackson’s alpha instincts were too strong to quibble with so Stiles just has learned to deal with his protectiveness.

So yeah, he was a little concerned that the shovel talk would eke out way unnecessarily but more importantly, he realized that Jackson could just as easily embarrass him instead. It was frankly a tossup as to what would come out of his friend’s mouth.

“Hello alpha, I see you officially met my roommate Jackson. He can be quite brash so don’t mind him.”

Peter smiled coyly as Jackson interjected, “and don’t mind him since he can be a brat.”

The alpha nodded with a devious smile, “I am well aware.”

And no Stiles cheeks didn’t turn a shade a pink and he most certainly was not getting flush from any innuendo the other was implying. “Okay, well Jackson, have a good day. I’ll see you later.” He wanted to make haste before he started leaking any slick before anymore innuendo came out of the alpha’s mouth because that would be way embarrassing.

“Uh no, wait a minute. It’s my duty as an alpha in your life to give him some shit and as your friend, to give you some shit.”

“Oh lord Jackson, it’s not necessary to give either of us shit.” Stiles neared Peter to hopefully encourage him to start walking out the door and escape his annoying friend.

Peter still grinned like the Cheshire Cat evidently enjoying the show in front of him but yet he remained silent. “It is, so my fellow alpha, you know if you hurt my boy, I’ll punch you in the dick.”

The other nodded seemingly not worried about the threat. Yet, Stiles was fairly confident that Jackson would probably do something thing like that if Stiles was hurt by an alpha either physically or emotionally.

“And make sure you feed this one, he gets hangry.”

He pointed his thumb towards Stiles as he huffed out an annoyed response. “I so do not.”

“You so do too Princess.”

He was going to kill him. Later tonight in his sleep. Glancing over to Peter, his smirk was even wider than it was before. “Princess, huh?”

“Oh no,” Stiles waggled his finger in Peter’s direction. “You don’t get to call me that. Jackson barely gets to call me that so don’t get any bright ideas.”

“Don’t worry. I already landed on Kitten.” Stiles eyes widened and once more felt heat radiated in his cheeks. Oh, this alpha did have a way of getting his omega to react – like he could just reach inside of him to pet him and he would roll over to ask for more caresses. It was infuriating. “You practically purred the other night and you cuddle like a cat.”

Jackson started laughing. Once he caught his breath, he clapped Peter’s bicep. “Dude, I like you. That’s fucking priceless. He is like a damn cat. How have I not noticed that before?”

“Okay,” Stiles flailed his hands in the air. “That’s enough for now. Let’s get going Peter.” He highly encouraged and slightly pushed the older man to move. Which thankfully this time he got the hint.

Stiles shut the passenger door probably a little more firmly than necessary but he was for sure irritated with Jackson so he believed he was justified. Waiting for Peter to start up the car, his eyes roamed through the insides of the interior.

He hadn’t really paid total attention the last time when he was in the vehicle. For one it was dark out and two he had been vibrating out of his skin with nerves and excitement of going back to the alpha’s place to get reamed.

Today, he noted the leather seats and the huge navigation system in the dash. His eyes roamed over towards the pony in the middle of the steering wheel. Right, he remembered that Peter bragged about having a Mustang.

The car started and the engine purred. It was a nice car no doubt. “What’s got you so pouty Kitten?” The alpha asked as he begin to exit towards the road.

Stiles skin prickled at the endearment. He couldn’t decide if he loved or loathed it. “Jackson,” he sighed. “He likes you.”

Peter’s head cocked to the side to glance at Stiles. “And that ‘s a bad thing? Don’t you want him to like me?”

“I mean yes, no. I don’t know.” It was weirdly complicated. Yes, he wants his friend to at least tolerate any alpha Stiles is friends with or in this case, a stand in alpha he supposes. He doesn’t want Jackson not to like whoever Stiles chooses to be with. It’s just, “I don’t know man. It was almost like he liked you too much which was odd. Not as odd as you being Cora’s uncle. I guess I wasn’t expecting him to be so gung ho about you.”

Snickering, Peter’s focused back on the road. “Well, you know what they say, birds of a feather flock together. Both of us are cocky assholes so better that then going at each other’s throats.”

He wasn’t wrong but still weirded him out a little. “I guess. Do you like him?”

“I literally said three words to him so I can’t really answer that question. Plus, he threatened to punch me in my dick and I am rather attached to that particular appendage so I don’t see us being friends. More like mutuals who will enjoy teasing you.”

“You are the absolute worse.” He was just like Jackson. Stiles was an idiot introducing the two of them but he didn’t really have a choice either. His friend would have found a way to find and speak to the alpha that sexed Stiles up and a current stand in alpha.

Sitting back In the seat, he watched the scenery and figured out what shopping plaza they must be heading to based on the streets they were passing by. “Hey.” Stiles squawked out as he reached for his phone in his pant’s front pocket. “Can you go by the Starbucks on Palmer Avenue?” He asked while pulling up the app.

“Seriously? I have to take you to Starbucks so you can get an overpriced cup of coffee?”

Scrolling through the menu, Stiles could almost hear condescension in his tone. “They have more things than just that. Are you a coffee snob too?”

“I just don’t believe paying for something that much that is mediocre at best.”

Yep, total coffee snob. “I was going to ask if you wanted anything so I am assuming not?”

“Correct.”

Stiles hit submit on his order for the cold brew just as the Mustang was pulling into a spot out front. He played on his phone for a few minutes to give the barista time to prepare his drink before exiting from the car. “Be back.”

Stiles sauntered in and waited by the pick up station. He kept his phone out to give him something do as he waited for his order to be finished. As he scrolled, he got an uneasy feeling so he nonchalantly glanced behind himself and noted an alpha not trying to hide the fact that he was staring at Stiles – the man was downright gazing at him and not even trying to hide it.

Actually, due to the look and the swipe of the tongue on his bottom lip, the man was ogling him like a piece of meat. Stiles couldn’t repress the shiver that ran through his body. Not only did the man make him uncomfortable but he was fucking huge. He had to weigh close to 300 pounds. He had a lot of bulk muscle but also some body fat as well. He was well into his thirties and was starting to bald. For sure not much of looker in Stiles book.

“Can I help you?”

The tongue swished along his lip once more. “Just admiring the view sweet thing.”

The hairs on the back of his neck were standing straight up but he found some courage. “Not sure if my alpha who is waiting for me in the car would appreciate you saying that.” He was fairly positive that Peter wouldn’t mind acting as his alpha in this case as well.

The fucking smile he gave Stiles was unnerving. He was grateful that he hadn’t run into a dude like this all alone or he would be in big trouble. There would have been no way he could have fought someone this size off of him if he had to. “I see,” the man’s eyes continued their roaming up and down his body and he was about ready to leave his beverage just to get away from this creep. “Your alpha is an idiot letting someone as pretty like you wandering around alone especially with no signs that you indeed have one.”

It was sort of a dated custom but there were alphas out there who did like to present their omega some sort of symbolic gesture that they had an alpha either through jewelry or even a tattoo. It was basically to show other alphas to back the hell off from what was theirs. It is not as common anymore since many omegas felt the symbol showed more as ownership and pride from the alpha and not specifically a sign for love and commitment.

Stiles really wanted to tell him to fuck off and he didn’t need to have any kind of symbolic gesture from an alpha. Luckily though, he was saved by the barista, “Stiles!” She called out his name for some reason as she placed the drink down in the take-out area.

Thanking the gods, he grabbed his beverage and hightailed it quickly around the offensive alpha before he could react and say anything more. He immediately made it out of the restaurant without taking a second look back. Quickly climbing in the car, Stiles breathed out in relief as he mumbled, “fucking asshole.”

Peter was quiet for a moment but then chimed in. “Something happen?”

“Just a freaking alpha who,” Stiles looked over at Peter who did appear to have sympathy written over his face. Yet, he just wanted to get on with the day. “It was nothing.” He took a sip of his drink and mostly got foam.

“Even though I just got a manicure, I am still capable of punching someone if some alpha needs to be taught a lesson. I could potentially ruin a nail bed but it would be invigorating. It has been a while since I have had to put another alpha in his place.”

It was kind of a nice offer. Kind of a hot one too. But he didn’t want any more trouble either right now. Plus he didn’t think he knew Peter welI enough to determine his sincerity of the gesture. “I don’t want you breaking a nail or anything.” His tone laced with some sarcasm, ‘ but thanks. I don’t know if he’s still around. He was just leering at me. It’s been a while since a creepy alpha has gotten under my skin like that. It’s fine. I’m fine. Take me shopping.” He flung his left hand out into the space in front of him. He just wanted to move on from the creeper and try to enjoy his day and his pricey cold brew.

Peter revved the engine a few times. “If you’re sure. I have been known to get my hands dirty so I don’t mind.”

Flashes of the alpha beating up the creep appeared in front of Stiles. For the second time this morning, he thought he was going to get wet between his legs thinking of Peter going all alpha brute with defending his honor or some shit like that.

And fuck, why was that turning him so much? God, his omega was a slut for this alpha’s masculinity. “Thanks, but it’s fine. I just want to leave the incident of the ogling creep behind me and not have it ruin my day.”

“I understand in wanting to do that but you change your mind, the offer still stands.” The other hesitated before putting the car in reverse. “ Yet, I do believe I was guilty of some leering the other weekend.” There was some guilt in the statement since Stiles knew the other didn’t want to be lumped into the same category as the creep but he also was fairly sure Peter wasn’t really in the same category as the dude he just encountered.

However he could not stop grinning, when he recollected the other eye fucking him several times that fateful night. It didn’t put him off exactly. “Well, you weren’t creepy, just on this side of sleazy though. Besides, those stupid blue eyes of yours show a different story than your demeanor and some of those bad pickup lines.” Yes, the man was a player but yet there was something more beneath the surface that Stiles got glimmers of – there was way more layers to this alpha than he lets on.

“Well, I guess my tell is out and for your information, those pickup lines worked perfectly on you.” He fucking winked.

“Well, I was horny and my stupid omega didn’t know any better.”

The other chuckled as he pulled out onto the main road.

And he was already convinced that is omega still may not know any better when it came to Peter

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As far as Peter was concerned, it was a draw. A freaking tie at this point in his mind with how the shopping trip was going.

The one hand, Peter enjoyed seeing the darker color materials of the shirts and pants the boy tried on as they contrasted against his pale skin. It was almost like perfecting a canvas with different color palettes. And not to mention, a lot of the items Peter had picked out, fit the omega like a glove. He did have an eye for fashion after all. The boy looked ravishing according to Peter and he had to physically stop himself from buying more than two shirts and two pair of pants.

Stiles wasn’t his and he had to make sure he didn’t cross any lines no matter how badly the alpha in him craved to provide more clothes for the boy. It was a fine balance teetering between a casual acquaintance and an alpha yearning to supply items for an omega.

Now, on the other hand why this excursion was a tie was because of the current state of said omega. He was now dragging his feet and had the tiniest of a pout going on. And the frown wasn’t really that necessarily. They had only gone to two stores thus far and he hadn’t really made him try on that many clothes despite his protests to the contrary. Anyways, Peter knows what he likes and some of the items didn’t work for Stiles so it did take some time to locate what worked best on the boy. So it wasn’t like they had been out shopping all day – it had only been a couple of hours.

“Isn’t it time for lunch? I’m tired and hungry.”

Walking beside some of the store fronts, Peter glanced at the display windows to see if anything else caught his eye that the boy may need for the reunion. “Soon. We have to do something about your shoes.”

“What’s wrong with my shoes?”

Everything!

Peter stopped in his tracks and side eyed the other with a cocked right brow. “You’re kidding right? Have you seen those ratty Converse? You need a decent pair of loafers to go with the nice outfit I just bought you.” There was no way hell he would be wearing beat up sneakers with the designer outfits he just purchased.

“Firstly, you could of cared less about my shoes the night we hooked up and secondly, no one should be looking at my feet.”

Peter pinched the bridge of his nose to calm before replying. “Your beat up shoes will reflect badly on me if you show up without a nice pair. And yes, there will be some other’s checking out your footwear. There are a lot of judgmental people out there.” And yeah okay, Peter can freely admit that he is one of those people and doesn’t want to be labeled as an uncaring alpha. “ Oh, believe me, I noticed your shoes. But yes, I let it slide because I knew I was going to get some action with a pretty omega so orgasms won out over what was covering your feet.”

“You’re unbelievable and a shoe snob. And it’s starting to feel like you want to impress my old high school peeps more than I do.”

“I do have a reputation to uphold.” Peter smiled and began walking again towards a shoe store that he remembered that should be located nearby. Yet, after a few steps Peter paused again when he noted Omega’s Secrets. Hmm, interesting.

Stiles elbowed himself between Peter and the door. “Absolutely not. I am drawing the line at you buying me underwear.”

A shame. Now Peter just might pout but he wasn’t going to push the issue. Once more, it wasn’t his place but it sure as hell was tempting to not only wanting to purchase some underwear for the boy but also wonder how he would look in something so delicate. “Fine but at least think about getting a nice pair of silk underwear in maroon or dark purple to match your shirts.”

“Match my shirts? That’s ridiculous. And besides no one is going to see my undies.”

Peter eyes roamed over Stiles now envisioning what he might look like in silk underwear and he realized it would be a delightful sight. “Sure about that?” He smirked thinking about the omega in noting but dark purple underwear, showcasing his pretty mole dotted skin.

“Oh my god,” his arms gesticulated widely in the air as he stomped away. “You literally have sex on your brain one hundred percent of the time.”

Peter was a little offended because that was not entirely true. He began walking to catch up to Stiles, “it’s more like sixty to seventy percent. Give me some credit Kitten.” He wasn’t a total sex fiend. Or at least not as much as he was in his youth. He for sure doesn’t sleep around as much as he once did. Not a slut by any means and he can’t help it, Stiles is unknowingly a little tease and a temptress.

“You’re not really helping your case buddy but whatever dude. Let’s just get these shoes so we can go eat. I’m starving.”

And then he remembered what the roommate had said about a certain someone can get hangry if he doesn’t eat. Well, he supposes they should be quick so he can feed the princess.

Luckily, the shoes didn’t take too terribly long. Peter wanted to purchase a black and brown pair but Stiles glared at him and promptly said black goes with everything. Peter relented but he wasn’t overly enthused about it. His credit card will surely thank him later though.

Forking some lettuce and placing it his mouth, Stiles scrunched his face up at Peter from across the table. He was dunking a curly fry in his chocolates shake. “Who the hell comes to a greasy spoon diner and orders a salad and a glass of water?”

Peter does that’s who. “I like to maintain my physique. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

The boy eye balled him for a moment like he didn’t understand. Yes, alphas are naturally stronger and usually bigger but they still have to work for it. It’s not an automatic thing to be muscular. Peter still needs to work out and count his calories. He works hard for his body build and in reality, he likes eating healthier options. But he does eat unhealthy foods too.

It was almost like the omega was a mind reader. “I guess but you still got to live a little especially at place like this.”

He has a point but he was rather enjoying his salad, and maybe he was trying to put on the persona of a healthier alpha. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to cheat at times.”

Stiles snorted as he dunked another curly fry into his double chocolate shake. “Right because you have to look amazing for all those unsuspecting omegas that you seduce and pick up.”

Rude.

“You act like that is all I do. And,” he waved his utensil towards the boy. “In my youth I was more promiscuous and went out a lot more. Yes, I had my fair share of betas and omegas. I won’t deny my past but I don’t go out as much as I once did. I don’t constantly pick up people anymore for one night stands. Yes, I do enjoy a good time and sex but contrary to what you think, that’s not the whole me. I can just talk with someone and hang out with them.” Granted, he enjoys having sex but he is more than that. Mostly anyway.

Scrutinizing Peter, the omega took a few more nibbles of a curly fry. “Yeah, maybe not you entirely but I think it’s close. I did see some glimpses of another you though. The other you was there but you don’t show it a lot.” Taking a sip of his shake, Stiles swallowed the ice cream before continuing and Peter wasn’t so sure if he liked knowing that Stiles could see through him so much the other night. Even if it was just a little bit, Peter’s is usually good at keeping up the walls better - being way less transparent. “So, if hooking up with people isn’t a main thing for you now, then why the other night to get your rocks off? Surely, there could be an easier way.”

Peter leveled him a look. “Honestly, I did still want to see if I had it and could charm an adorable omega into some fun, sexy times. The conversation was fun and yes, the more we talked, the more I had orgasms on my mind. Harmless and a good time to me.” He reached for his water and looked at the other from over the rim of the glass. “And what about you Kitten? It does take two Tango. You were most willing to come home with me. So even if you were bothered with anything I was saying or selling, you didn’t protest.”

Eyeballing him, the omega swallowed a bite of his cheeseburger. ‘Well, my omega isn’t always the sharpest tack.” He paused as he shook his head, perhaps thinking through more of an answer.” I knew you were feeding me a bunch a lines but hell, I have eyes. You’re hot, admittedly I enjoyed your sarcasm, and just like you – I wanted to get some. Your mouth was full of dirty talk so I was like fuck it. I don’t usually do shit like that so why not?”

Well the boy was certainly all in the other evening and into the next day. “Lucky me that you said fuck it and then let me fuck you two ways to Sunday. And probably one of the best lays you have ever encountered.” Stiles groaned out at the phrasing as he rolled his eyes “Oh come on Kitten, I have to be in your top three anyway.”

There was no possible way that the boy has had other alphas fuck him like Peter did and give him as many orgasms as he pulled from the boy. Maybe close but Peter was confident he was right up there.

Stiles didn’t answer right away like he intentionally wanted Peter to stew as he waited for the response. Glancing at Peter, he shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know, top ten anyway.”

“I call bull crap.” He wasn’t even entirely convinced that the boy has even slept with that many people. Both he and Cora have both admitted he doesn’t sleep around much. Stiles leaned back in the seat almost looking affronted so Peter realized he should be a tad more tactful. “I mean have you really slept with that many people? You did say you don’t usually do things like that.”

The boy leveled him a look and sighed heavily. “Not that’s any of your business but no. It’s been like two and half people.”

Two and a half? How does one sleep with someone only halfway. Yet, Peter couldn’t help but smirk at the response. He wiped the condensation of his water glass and fondly gazed over at the omega. “So I am top three?”

“Oh my god,’’ he waved his hand in the air. “This is exactly I why I didn’t want to tell you. I didn’t want to conflate your ego any bigger than it already is.”

It was somewhat of a fair point. “Maybe I am number one?” He just had to know now.

The other blew out his breath. “You’re impossible.” Oh, Peter knows. “But fine dude, yes. My first time was with my best friend. Not the one who I live with, Jackson. It was Scotty. I was like I want to get some experience before being with an alpha. So I asked him if he would have sex with me so I could see what it was like doing butt stuff. And he was like, hey, I’m curious about butt stuff so sure why not?”

“Butt stuff? Are you five?”

Stiles waved his hand towards Peter to shush him. “Anyway, we had sex. However, dude, I don’t recommend getting sexed up by your best friend. It was super awkward and weird. Yeah, we jizzed and stuff but,” he full on body shivered. “Awkward to the max.”

“Duly noted. No sex with best friends.”

“The other guy was in college. We slept together a bunch of times. We were sort of boyfriends but not really so the sex fizzled out Then there was a guy a party but he pulled out right way.” Ah, that must be the half Peter surmised as he nodded along to the boy’s ramblings. “But I have given a lot of head and quite of few hand jobs.”

And Peter can attest to the fact that the boy is well versed in oral. No doubt about it. Hopefully, he will be able to convince him to service him once again. Or two or three times. He's flexible with the number.

“You win, okay? So yes, your tops. But no need to go around bragging about it. Your cocky enough as tt is.”

“I will try my hardest.” Maybe. Not really.

Perhaps it won’t be too difficult to charm the omega again and persuade him to sleep with Peter once more since now he knows he was the best sex Stiles has ever had. And yeah admittedly, the fact does stroke his ego.

It just may prove to be difficult to not brag about that fact and even now, he can’t help but preen and smile as the looks across the table. Oh yeah, he’s the best the boy has ever had. And perhaps the best he will ever have.

“You don’t have to walk me to my door.” Stiles grumbled out as he walked down the hallway to his apartment. Peter swayed by his side, taking some smaller strides to keep pace with the boy.

“I’m an alpha and a gentleman. Of course, I’ll walk you to your door to ensure you make it safely inside.”

Stiles stopped and eyeballed Peter. “Not so sure about the gentleman part.”

Peter planted his feet on the discolored tiles. The floor could use a good cleaning in his opinion. “Now Kitten, I was very gentlemanly like the other night. I made sure you were well taken care off several times over.” Again, Peter loves orgasms but he is by no means a selfish lover – he makes sure his partners are wanting for not and he knows for a fact, Stiles was boneless and could hardly form two words together after Peter was done with him.

The boy shook his head and proceeded to scuff his sneakers on the floor with the few remainder steps towards his door. “So,” he pulled the key from his pocket and stuck it in the lock. “I guess I’ll see you in a couple of weeks for the reunion?”

“Unless you think we need to practice more looking like a real couple?” Peter wouldn’t mind seeing Stiles again – trying to egg on him and get under his skin a little. The boy is fun and right now, being quite the challenge and Peter is enjoying the game. Yet, he doesn’t want to push too hard because then potentially game over and that would be a travesty.

He seemed to ponder the suggestion for a few moments since he didn’t respond right away. “I don’t know. Maybe but, “the boy gestured with his hand up and down his body. “This is going to be off limits either way. There will be no getting into my pants no matter how much flirting and cheesy pickup lines you offer up.”

Well, that was a pity. Hopefully he can change the boy’s mind at some point. “I do hope that doesn’t mean touching all together. Surely, you are going to want me to touch you at the reunion. Hand holding, hand on the small of your back, and sweet caresses here and there?” And some ass grabbing if he’s lucky.

Shoulders deflated; Stiles’ honey brown eyes focused on Peter’s own sea blue eyes. “Okay, yes, we should do that. I do want to show everyone that I have an amazing and attentive alpha who enjoys doting over me. Over the clothes only though. No hand wandering under the clothes.”

The boy really drove a hard bargain. “I will do my best to honor your wishes but it will be difficult. “His hands have a mind of their own after all and he cannot be blamed if his palms grab a handful of his butt cheeks.

“Well you just said you were a gentleman so I don’t think it should be too hard for you.”

Fuck, he did just say that, didn’t he?

Sounds like he has quite the challenge to sway a Kitten with his charms.

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Stiles placed the shopping bags down by the door and stepped toward the kitchen. Opening the cabinet dedicated to snacks, Stiles grabbed the Twizzlers. Grabbing a couple of strawberry licorice, he stuck one in his mouth and made his way over to the family area where Jackson was sprawled on the couch.

He had his legs splayed which seemed like default mode for alphas – like they wanted to show the world their endowments. For some reason, he was wearing only his boxers again as he watched some kind law and order show.

Stiles squeezed onto the last sofa cushion and pushed at the other to move his thigh. His roommate looked at him and only shuffled slightly to give Stiles more room. “You’re scrawny and skinny.”

“Still would like to stretch out. And why are you in your underwear again?”

“Because I’m hot.” He knocked knees with Stiles. “Sizzling hot, we’ve been through this already.” He winked.

Stiles rolled his eyes at his friend. “Whatever dude,” he teased while he chewed on his candy.

“What did the nice hot alpha buy for you?” He swiveled his body to focus on Stiles not the TV. “Inquiring minds want to know. And did he get the flirt on with you?”

He wasn’t surprised that Jackson wanted to know more details from the day but he also was hoping he would at least wait a few minutes before pouncing on him. “A couple of outfits and a pair of shoes.” He noted his friend was preparing for a follow up question but Stiles swiftly cut him off. “And yes, the alpha in him appeared to want to provide more but I shot it down nicely so no bruising to the arrogant alpha’s ego.”

Chewing on the licorice, Sties swallowed as his roommate gestured with his hand to continue. “Yes, oh my god. Of course he got his flirt on. Did you think he wouldn’t? I’m fairly confident his brain is rated X.”

Snickering Jackson, cocked his head. “Yep, I could tell he was a sly one and oozes quite a lot charisma. So does that mean you’re going to sleep with him again?”

Starting on the next Twizzler, Stiles leveled a look at his friend. “No, maybe. I don’t know. He is hot so…”

The alpha shook his head in disbelief, grinning a mile wide. “Sti, you literally gave me a play by play the day after the man you dicked you down real good. And you’re going to hedge on whether you want to sleep with him again?”

Chewing on his candy, Stiles pondered the question. Sure, he wouldn’t mind having sex with the alpha again. Hell, he already blew him but,” I don’t know. I don’t want to come across too easy. And he’s so fucking cocky, I kind want to make him work for it if we do.” Pausing, he swallowed the rest of his snack. “And seriously, you’re still on team one night stand alpha? I thought you would want to protect my virtue or some nonsense like that.”

Shrugging his shoulders, the alpha exhaled. “You already slept with him after only talking with him for a half an hour so I think the ship has sailed with you not being easy as well as your virtue.”

“Hey,” Stiles objected. “It was more like we spoke for an hour.”

Shaking his head, his roommate held up his finger. “Semantics. You don’t usually do shit like this and enjoyed the dicking so keep enjoying it. And I might be living vicariously through you at the moment. At least one of us should be getting some action. Plus, I can tell he’s a sarcastic shit so yup, a perfect person for you to have sex with.”

“It’s not like you are hurting.”

“I’m in a bit of a dry spell but that’s fine. Have fun, be careful, and use protection.”

Stiles still wasn’t sure he was going to hop into bed with Peter again. Or at least right anyway. Yes, he did want the cocky alpha to work for it a little more and hopefully the omega in him can be more immune to his stupid pick up lines and magnetism that shows through his cocky exterior. “You know, he has a super hot nephew who is an alpha. Maybe you can hook up with him?”

Jackson rolled his eyes and swiveled his body to face the TV once more. “Your matchmaking skills are subpar at best. And an alpha at that? Don’t think so.”

“Maybe you need to broaden your horizons dude.”

Side eyeing Stiles, Jackson sighed. “Maybe but for the time being, perhaps you should focus on yourself and figure out what it is that you truly want out of whatever is you have with this alpha. Keep your eyes wide open, communicate and ensure you are both on the same page. I don’t do well with comfort. You don’t want me consoling you and your tears with a tub of ice cream Princess.”

Stiles playfully pushed his friend on his arm. “Oh I know. Don’t worry, I would so call Scott but also there were will be no tears. We’re totally on the same page.” He thinks so anyway. He hopes so. “Peter is a strictly a stand in alpha who is accompanying me to our high school union who also wanted to buy me some clothes. And that’s it.”

“That’s quite the mouthful to define whatever the hell is you have with him but yeah, okay.”

“Well, that is what it is.” Stiles eked out through a yawn. He was a little sleepy with all the shopping they had done today. “Dude, think I’m going to take a nap.”

“Enjoy and sweet dreams of a certain alpha and his humongous cock.”

Glaring at his friend, Stiles stood up to shuffle towards his bedroom. “You can be such a jerk.” Yet, it was very possible that Stiles could very well dream of Peter’s dick.

A couple of days later, Stiles hovered over Peter’s contact info. Part of him thought he had made a valid point that they maybe should get together one more time so that perhaps that they would be more comfortable with each other – that way they would look more of the part of happy alpha/omega couple. The rational side of his brain wasn’t so sure.

He already has a fairly good read on the alpha and is convinced he has his playbook down well. Yes, the man may veer from it but he’s clear with his cards on the table. And Stiles isn’t sure if he is quite ready to play the game the alpha is playing. He believes he can give the man a good competition but he’s not sure if he can keep up.

Despite his efforts and his higher reasoning, his omega dynamic can hinder him and he already knows that part of him, has weak knees for the alpha’s charm. He can try to deny he’s impervious but he knows he’s not. It’s irritating but there’s not much he can do but hope that he can continue to go to toe to toe with him for the immediate time being.

And currently, his secondary gender is winning since he has a yearning to see the alpha. He may regret it but what’s life without some regrets?

[Adorable Omega] so hey alpha, I was thinking…

[Cocky Alpha] always pleasant to hear from you Stiles but you know I prefer actual talking

Stiles huffed and rolled his eyes. Of course he does. He’s old.

[Adorable Omega] fine

He gave himself a moment before pressing call, needing to collect his breath and get his head screwed on the right way.

“Kitten, how are you? I have to say I wasn’t expecting for you to reach out so soon.”

Stiles fluffed up a pillow and placed it on the headboard. Leaning back, he sighed. “Yeah, I wasn’t but I did get to thinking about what you said the other day.”

“I said a lot of things. I am intrigued as to which item you are bringing up.”

Stiles pinched the bridge of his nose. The man has a knack for finding innuendo in everything. “Not that. No, when you suggested that we should maybe hang out to practice more looking like a couple. It may not be the worse idea.”

He didn’t have to see the man to know that he was probably grinning and potentially plotting. “Anything particular you have in mind?”

“Not really. Coffee?” Then remembering the Starbucks chat. “But you’re a coffee snob so not sure.”

The other snickered. “Yes, I can make a mean cup of coffee at my house. Sunday is pancake day. You can come over to enjoy pancakes and coffee.”

Breakfast did sound yummy but, “not sure if that’s a good idea.” Him and Peter at the alpha’s house? That could be a set up for who knows what and Stiles isn’t sure he would be able to resist his charms in that kind of environment.

“My nephew will be present so you don’t have to worry about me feeling you up over breakfast.”

“No offense dude but your nephew was upstairs last time I was there and you still received a blow job so not as reassuring as you think.” Yep, Stiles wasn’t born yesterday. He can tell what’s up.

The man snickered again. “You do make a valid point. I promise to try to behave.”

Stiles hadn’t known Peter that long so he wasn’t sure if he could really take his word at face value or not. But, might as well throw caution at the wind. Someone wants to make him pancakes and his omega is a lusty idiot. “Okay fine, let me know the time and I’ll be there.”

“Splendid Kitten. I look forward to seeing you.”

And annoyingly, Stiles felt the same way.

Twirling the noodles between the tines of his fork, Stiles shoved the sauced spaghetti into his mouth. It was delectable. “This is really good pops. You really outdid yourself.”

His dad grinned at him from across the kitchen table as he chewed on a piece of garlic bread. “I’m not half bad in the kitchen now. I do alright”

“And you couldn’t have figured that out while I was still living at home?” The older man shrugged his shoulders like what are you going to do about it?

Wiping some sauce from the corner of his mouth, he glanced at his dad who was wearing a contemplative face. “What?” He knew that look – his old man wanted to say or ask something and was trying to figure out how to do just that without ruffling any feathers.

“I heard that you’re going to your reunion with an alpha. Hadn’t realized you were seeing anyone.”

Stiles eyes widened as he placed his fork down on his plate. “Bloody hell, who told you that?”

“I’m the sheriff Stiles. I got my resources.”

It had to be Jackson. He was the only one who knew besides from Cora and she wouldn’t speak to his dad. The only other person it could be, would be Scott and he hasn’t told anything to him yet. Shit, he needs to tell Scotty right away or he will be butt hurt. “I’m not seeing an alpha. He’s just a stand in alpha. Nothing more.”

“What the hell is a stand in alpha?”

“You know someone who is helping me out like a pretend boyfriend but not. He’s just being an alpha to me for an evening.”

His father stared at him with a quizzical look like Stiles grew two heads or something. “A stand in alpha?” Stiles nodded his head. “And what exactly is he getting out of this if he is helping you?”

“A funtastic evening with Stiles.” There was absolutely no way he would be sharing with his father what he already exchanged with Peter. No freaking way. Not in this lifetime.

“I see. And who is the alpha exactly? And do I finally get to threaten someone with my gun?” He asked while he took another bite of his bread. “You know I have been waiting a long time to do that?”

Oh, Stiles knew. Hell, he was fairly sure his dad had a speech memorized as well. “There is no need to threaten anyone. It’s not like that and even if it was, you still don’t get to do that.” His dad pouted towards his spaghetti. His father was totally disappointed that he couldn’t wave his pistol in front of one of Stiles suitors. Unbelievable. “He’s Cora’s uncle. That’s how I met him.”

Again, his father so does not need to know they net at a bar and Stiles proceeded to have a one-night stand with the man.

“Her uncle? How old is this guy?”

He honestly didn’t know. “Um, he’s like old like old that he doesn’t like to text. I have to literally talk to him on the phone.” His dad arched his left brow in disbelief that Stiles thought that was odd. “Yet, he’s good looking for his age so there’s that.”

His crinkled his nose. “Hmm, not sure if I am thrilled with the age difference. He’s nice though, right?”

“For a cocky asshole? Yeah, he’s nice.”

And perhaps Stiles shouldn’t have described him that way with the aggrieved sigh his dad let out. Now Stiles was his focus and not the spaghetti dinner. “So older and an ass?”

“Sarcastic and witty too.” Stiles winked at his old man. “You would be surprised how well we banter. And seriously dad, it’s not a big deal. It’s one night. The whole gang is going to be there. If anything goes south for any reason, they will gang up on him. Plus, Jackson has already threatened to punch him in the dick if he hurts me in any way shape or form.”

His dad began twirling his noodles now. “Makes me feel a little better.” He grinned. “Just be careful. I do want to be a grandfather one day but not yet ready for that yet.”

“Oh my god dad!” Stiles sputtered out as the garlic bread fell to the plate. “There is none of that going on.” Or at least not now. His dad doesn’t need to know they already had sex and that Stiles isn’t totally opposed to falling into bed with the alpha again.” We’re just whatever. He’s helping me out and that’s it.”

He nodded his head but not emphatically in agreement. “Seems weird but as long as your safe, I can’t say or do much except put my two cents in. So be careful and don’t do anything stupid.”

Well, it was kind of too late for that last part. “I will Pops. I’ll keep you in the loop and stop prying for information about my life from my friends.” He waggled his finger towards his dad, “got it? Jackson and Scotty are not your personal spies.”

“I wouldn’t have to if my own son didn’t keep things from me.” Stiles began to protest but his dad held up his fork to gesture he wasn’t finished. “Listen, I don’t actively go looking for information. They both just can’t shut up when I’m around. They just start spewing things. Things I could care less about most of the time. I think they just see me as a cop and assume they have to be a hundred percent truthful and not hide anything.”

That made sense. He could totally see his friends being bumbling idiots in front of his dad. It’s annoying but yep, they both probably don’t shut up around his dad. He just hopes neither drops the whole one night stand thingy to his father. That would be embarrassing and hard to explain. “Fine. I get it. It’s frustrating and I get it. I promise I don’t hide big things from you.”

“I know Stiles. You’re a good a kid but I still get to worry about you. That will never change no matter how old you are or wherever you are living.”

“Thanks dad. I also get to worry about you too.”

They went back to eating their dinner, neither saying anything for a few minutes. Stiles being grateful that they had moved on from Peter.

Or at least they were not talking about him out loud.

His mind on the other hand, drifted towards the alpha.

There was just something about him that kept Stiles drawn to him.

It was going to be interesting having breakfast with the man.

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Peter swirled the amber liquid in the glass, ice cubes clanking on the side. He leaned back on the patio chair as his eyes flickered towards the backyard. It wasn’t a huge space by any means but there was some grassy area with a few bushes that flowed into some larger trees that flanked the yard.

That was one of the things that Peter had liked about this house before he bought it. It provided some privacy but the area wasn’t overly large which he was thankful for. He didn’t want a high maintenance yard nor was he much of a green thumb so the area was a perfect combination.

Taking a sip of his whiskey, he sighed in contentment as the leaves on the branches slowly moved to the soft breeze that was in the air. He almost felt like he could fall asleep in the peacefulness that surrounded him.

“Contemplating life?” The voice loomed behind him. His nephew took the few steps and sat on the chair next to him. “You seem deep in concentration.”

He shrugged his shoulders and took another sip of his drink. “A little. A certain omega is playing hard to get. Can’t figure out if I’m enjoying the chase or irritated by it.”

Derek huffed and leaned forward putting his elbows on his knees. “You’re in this deep of thought about getting in the omega’s pants? And here I thought you might be trying to solve world hunger. Silly me.”

Glaring at his nephew, Peter crossed his ankles. “Brat. Anyway, I invited him over for pancake breakfast.”

“What? Who are you and what have you done with my uncle?”

“Very funny Derek. We both agreed it might be beneficial to hang out a little more to get more comfortable with each other. We figured that would make for a more realistic relationship at the reunion.”

The younger man stared at Peter for a few moments, wetting his lips and appeared to be pondering what he wanted to add. “Okay, I mean I sort of get that. Why not meet somewhere? It’s odd you inviting someone over for breakfast.”

“My coffee is better than anywhere else. It seemed easier.”

“Okay, I guess I can make myself scarce so you can flirt with him in peace.”

Leveling his nephew a look, Peter sighed. “I told him you would be present. That was one of the biggest reasons why he agreed to come over so you need to be there.”

The other sighed loudly. “Not that’s going to stop you from doing anything.” He heaved a huge breath. ”And I don’t want to be your wing man.”

Swirling the amber liquid in the glass, Peter glared at the younger man. “I don’t need you to be a wing man. With you there, I will behave more but true, it’s hard to not be charming when pretty omegas are around but I am going to do my best to try.”

Snickering, Derek lifted his elbows off his knees and reclined back into the chair. Cocking his signature right brow, “sounds like torture to me. What do I get out of the deal?”

Of course he would want something in return. And he can’t blame his nephew, he learned from the best. “I’ll do some of your chores or wash your car.”

The other wore a pensive look as he thought about Peter’s suggestions. He was silent as the cogs in his brain were turning. “Yeah, I like the idea of you washing my car. But in a Speedo so I can take pictures for Cora. That way she can tease the hell out of you.”

“Fucking evil spawn you are.” The younger man just smirked like Peter would in this type of situation. He waved his hand at this nephew in annoyance. “Fine, I’ll wash your damn car in a Speedo.” He knew he would regret that later but he needed Derek present.

“Great,” he rose up and stretched his arms towards the now darkening sky – the sun starting to set allowing for some pinks to shine through here and there. ‘Nice doing business with you Uncle Peter.”

Peter had an urge to flip him off but he refrained. He can be the bigger person on occasion.

Pancake Day!

Peter wiped his palms down the front of the apron that was tied around his waist that was donned in big red letters Kiss the Chef with a pair of dark red lips. Maybe he was going for a little subtlety. Or not. One could be wishful after all.

He had the griddle heated with the batter ready to go but wanted to wait for Stiles to arrive before he actually started cooking. Glancing at the table, he grinned seeing all the various toppings he procured for this breakfast. Peter got blueberries, strawberries, sliced bananas, chocolate syrup and whipped cream. The boy should hopefully not go hungry.

With all the various toppings laid out, he already had set the table for three and poured some Mimosas. It was going to be a good breakfast day.

As he was admiring his domesticity, a rap at the front door signaled that the omega was here. Peter took a breath and walked towards the foyer to open the door. “Kitten,” Peter purred out as he drunk in the sight of the boy in front of him. His brown hair was messy like he didn’t bother to comb it out; yet it was sexy bedhead.

The boy wore a Captain America graphic tee with a pair of tan cargo pants accompanied by the damn scruffy Converse. “Glad you could make it.”

He swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbling. “Me too. Um.,” he held up a plastic bag. “Wasn’t sure if I should bring anything or not so there’s some d doughnuts just in case.”

Peter reached out for the bag. “Not necessary but I’m sure we can make use of them.” He sidestepped away from the door to allow the omega inside. “Let me show you to the kitchen. I don’t think you saw it before.” Which is a damn shame now that Peter is thinking about it. The boy would have been lovely bent over the kitchen table. Maybe one day he can make that a reality and use the chocolate syrup and whipped cream too. But right now, he had to focus and not think such thoughts – he said he would try.

Gesturing to the chair closest to the refrigerator, “have a seat. I made Mimosa’s. Help yourself while I get the pancakes on.”

Big doe eyes widened. “Fancy drink. Cool.” Stiles slid onto the chair and immediately reached for the champagne flute and took a sip. His face contorted into a disgusted look. “Interesting.” He plopped down the offending glass back on the table.

“I have regular orange juice.” Peter supplied as he placed the bag of doughnuts on the counter and then proceeded to pour the batter onto the griddle.

“It’s fine. I can drink the fancy drink.”

Peter snorted. “Okay, if you change your mind, let me know.” The batter began bubbling and Peter flipped over the pancakes and quickly yelled out to Derek to come downstairs for breakfast.

“Wow, I cannot believe how many toppings you have.” Stiles said in awe. “I’m going to have to have a separate pancake for each one.”

Plating up the pancakes, Derek entered with his eyes raised to his eyebrows. “I agree that is a lot of toppings. Don’t’ recall having that many before.” The brat stated as he slid into the chair across from Stiles.

“We were just out of them last week.” The alpha played it off nonchalantly.

“No, no. Fairly sure you never go this overboard when it’s just me.” Peter put the plate in front of his nephew and then quickly elbowed him in his bicep. Freaking evil spawn he is.

To his credit, Stiles didn’t say anything as Peter continued with their breakfast and took his own seat. “You remember my nephew? This is Derek and Derek, this is Stiles.”

“Hey dude. I remember you. I told my roommate you were hot.”

Derek looked a little lost as he squared his face. “Thank you I guess.”

Hand hovering the different toppings, Stiles seemingly was contemplating what he wanted to use first. Grabbing the bowl of strawberries, he grinned. “No problem dude. I got a picture of him on the my phone if you want to see. I think you two should totally go out.”

Peter had to stifle a laugh as Derek leveled him a look. “Oh yes. I can almost see it.” Peter grinned. He wasn’t positive how Derek would take to Jackson’s personality but it would be fun watching to find out. Perhaps he’ll help Stiles with this idea. He's always up for a little entertainment.

Stiles nodded his head. “See? Just let me know dude.”

“Stop calling me dude. And highly doubtful.” He closed his mouth as he reached for the blueberries.

The three of them sat in silence while they ate. Peter wasn’t much for small talk and he knew his nephew wasn’t far behind him on that road. He had hoped Stiles would steer the conversation more but he was busy shoving his face with pancakes and making obscene noises in the process. Fuck, that boy had a mouth on him - focus Peter!

After adjusting himself three times, he opted to get up and make more pancakes before he said something lewd. Luckily, Derek decided to come through with some conversation. “What is it that you do for a living Stiles?” And what an excellent question. He should have thought about that. He had no clue what the omega did job wise or maybe he was still in school.

The omega wiped his mouth before responding. “I work at the small bookstore on Main. The Bookery. I like it. Maybe not what I want to do with the rest of my life but I enjoy it. And Mrs. Townsend the owner is super sweet. it pays the bills so I’m not looking to go anywhere anytime soon.”

“That sounds nice.” Peter interjected as he plated more pancakes and then placed them on the table in front of the others.

“Oh yeah, I know that place,” Derek offered as he reached for the maple syrup. “I found an old book of poetry there a couple of years ago. It is leather bound. It was a neat find.”

Stiles smiled as his eyes darted across the table taking in all the various toppings once more. “Cool. Yeah, we got some realty cool old used books. Even some limited-edition ones. I’m sure your book is way awesome.”

Derek grinned. “It’s in my room. I can show it to you if you would like after breakfast.”

Glaring at his nephew as the omega chimed in,” for sure. Yes. I would love to see it. Old books are truly fascinating and sometimes it seems like they even hold a certain smell.”

“Great, I haven’t read it recently but I’ll be glad to pull it out for you.”

Peter was about to interject something but he didn’t know much about poetry. He tried to come up with something to say to stay in the conversation but then Stiles spoke up first. “What about you Derek? What do you do?”

“I am a trainer at a gym. Sometimes part time instructor if they need help with classes.”

The omega smiled widely while he shook his head. “So does not surprise me with all those muscles that you have. Freaking Adonis man.”

Derek preened like an idiot and Peter had enough so he swiftly kicked the younger alpha in his shin which caused him to give Peter a what the fuck look? How about his nephew was the one to bring up being a wingman and here he is talking about waxing poetry with Stiles. And inviting him up to his bedroom. Then the omega gushing about his damn muscles. How is Peter now the third wheel in all of this?

And he’s truly behaving like a gentleman so like what the hell is going on? He hasn't flirted even once.

He needed to intervene like yesterday. “I do accounting by the way.” That may not have been the best interjection due to the silence that loomed. “Do you need another pancake Kitten or something else to drink?”

“Well, that sounds kind of boring.” It pays the bills very much thank you. Yes, maybe not as exciting and thrilling as Derek’s job but it’s not the worse ever. Plus, he still works out – just doesn’t work at the gym. Fuck, it does sound like boring. He's floundering but Peter Hale doesn't flounder. This was all Derek's fault. He should have taken his chances and just had breakfast with Stiles alone.

Stiles reached to grab the champagne flute to take another sip of the Mimosa and made another disgusting look. He’ll have to remember to; play poker with him some day – Peter will be able to read him like a book and rack up the winnings easily. “Um, no I’m good. I want another pancake but I think I went too overboard on the first one and for this one, I need that chocolate syrup and whipped cream like oh my god, like right now.”

Peter gestured with his hand above the table, “of course. Knock yourself out.”

Luckily, after the somewhat awkward work chat, the three of them finished up their breakfast and even chit chatted about some mundane things that included everyone. However, the conversation was still a little stilted but Peter wasn't going off the rails so it wasn't the worst. Once Peter noted the others were done eating, he began collecting the items off the table.

Stiles approached the sink with his dirty plate, “let me do this. You made this amazing breakfast. I can wash up the dishes.”

Peter appreciated the kind offer, “don’t be ridiculous. You’re the guest.”

The younger man nodded as he tapped the granite counter top with his index finger. “It can be annoying but it’s the omega in me. It is screaming for me to clean up and wash the dishes so it’s fine.”

Cocking his head towards the omega, he could tell he was being sincere. He felt bad since he asked him to come here and now the boy is going to work. Yet, he could tell he was antsy like he felt compelled to do this task. “If, you’re sure. It’s not necessary but if you really feel like you need to, then by all means.” He knows all too well how dynamics can affect a person – the secondary gender and can be very loud and demanding and hard to ignore so sometimes it’s just easier to give In and not fight the internal instincts.

“Thank you alpha,” he said through a sigh of relief. The tone pleased the alpha in Peter knowing he did something to make the omega happy. Score another point for Peter – thus far no flirting and he made the omega happy.

“I’ll look for the book while you finish up.” Derek interjected as he swiveled to walk out of the kitchen with Peter quickly following close behind his nephew, not giving himself time to preen any longer since now he was on a new mission.

As they approached the stairs, Peter caught the boy on his arm. “Seriously Derek?”

Turing to face Peter, his characteristic right brow arched questionably. “What is your problem?”

“My problem,” he hissed out and then scanned the area to ensure Stiles was not in the hearing area. “Oh Stiles, I have an old book of poetry in my room.” He emphasized in a high-pitched voice. “Why don’t you come up and see it. Maybe I’ll read it to you as you get naked and lie down on my bed. Also, I can show you all of my big muscles while we’re at it. And then fuck like rabbits.”

Derek’s hazel eyes grew in size. “Are you freaking kidding me right now? Like none of that happened whatsoever. And really, you, Uncle Peter are acting jealous? I thought you just wanted in his pants again? This is kind of hilarious.”

Peter does not do jealous. It’s a not a good look on him at all so he prefers not to acknowledge envy. Therefore, Derek must be on a sugar high from all that syrup. “I am not and I do want in his pants or his mouth on my cock. I’m good with either scenario.” And there is nothing funny about any of this according to Peter.

Derek displayed a toothy grin as he flung Peter’s hand off his arm and returned the gesture by clasping Peter’s bicep. “You’re an idiot.” He released his grip and went towards the first step. “I’m going to get the book. And maybe you should start to think with that head above your shoulders and not the one below your waist.”

Peter scrunched his nose as his eyes flickered to his crotch. He happens to like thinking with that head thank you very much.

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Stiles ran his fingers over the old leather-bound book. He could also smell the antiquity rolling off the pages. “This is so cool. You really did purchase a great find, Derek.”

He cooed out as he turned the pages. The alpha was sitting next to him on the suede couch, their knees almost knocking together as they gazed upon the yellowing pages. “Yeah, I was super excited when I located it.”

Stiles almost wished he had found this book or at least some kind of neat gem. The few years he has worked at the bookstore he has for sure been afforded some great opportunities to add to his collection but nothing quite this unique.

Flipping through more pages, he heard a throat clear which caused Stiles to look up and over to where Peter was sitting across from them.

The older alpha was in an easy chair with large cushy arms that seemed in a sharp contrast to the rest of the more sophisticated furniture. His left brow was cocked as his sea ocean blue eyes almost glared. “As much as I am pleased you two are getting along, I do believe Kitten we were supposed to get to know each other a little more to make ourselves a little more believable.”

“Oh right,” Stiles shifted, he was so caught up with the poetry that he had forgotten that tidbit. “Yes, we should do some of that.” He looked over at Derek sheepishly.

Derek sighed softy while closing the book. “I have a few things I need to take care so,” he gestured his hands between Stiles and Peter, “you two do what you need to do.” Standing up, the alpha smiled, “nice officially meeting you Stiles. Continue keeping my uncle on his toes.”

Stiles nodded, “sure dude.” He wasn’t entirely sure what he meant by that statement but perhaps it was in regards to that they are almost cut from the same cloth – the sarcasm and witty banter. “And you too man. Nice getting to know you better.”

“Bye nephew.” Peter slid in with a tone that seemed to be non negotiable.

Stiles noted the other alpha didn’t respond vocally to his uncle, no, he only replied with an eye roll and walked away.

Sitting back into the sofa cushions, Stiles crossed his arms across his chest and exhaled. He realized that they should get to know each other so to speak but he also felt like the other was being a little dismissive at the moment. “Okay, so, I guess we’re doing this. What is your favorite color?”

“Basic but sure we can start with that,” Peter laced his ankles together as he sunk further back in his seat. “Black but sometimes gray.”

“Doesn’t surprise me. I like red, like a darker red in particular.”

The alpha smiled in mirth. “Kitten, your choice also doesn’t surprise me in the least bit. Your skin complexion is a perfect contrast to such a vibrant color.”

His cheeks felt warm and he realized he was blushing -probably close to the shade he just stated that he liked. Fucker! Taking a deep breath, he uncrossed his arms to relax and to not act so defensive. “What do you like to eat? And please don’t say anything snobby.”

He was expecting the answer to be caviar and lobster or some shit the average person couldn’t afford to buy. The alpha looked upon him fondly. “Okay,” he paused like he was really trying to decide how to answer. “It’s more of an event. Even though my sister gets on my nerves, I do love when she cooks for Thanksgiving. The turkey, stuffing, green beans, and whatever potato concoction she serves up. I really enjoy the home cooked foods she presents.”

Well, he wasn’t expecting that. “Interesting and sounds delicious. Me, curly fries and pizza. Hell, I could eat pizza every day.” The older man arched his brow inquisitively yet just nodded his head. “DC or Marvel?”

Chuckling, Peter uncrossed his ankles and leaned forward. “Neither. I don’t do super heroes. And you?”

“I kind of expected that. Marvel for movies and DC for TV shows. Total no brainier if you ask me.”

‘I see,” the other stroked his chin with his fingers, rubbing the hairs that were starting to sprout. He must be working on growing a goatee. And truthfully, the scruff was kind of sexy as hell. “I suppose we should have a decent story on how we met as well.”

They should. People will for sure ask how they met and got together. And in reality, Stiles wants it to be a kick ass story. “I’ll come up on with something. Have to think about it.” And shit, the reunion was coming right up and, “crap, I forgot to tell my friend Scott I have a date. I have to call him and let him know.”

He stood up and padded around his pockets for his phone. “So yeah like I probably should get going,” He took a few steps and then paused. “Do you think there’s other questions we should ask each other?”

Peter clapped his hands together and rose up to meet Stiles. “Probably but we can either text any questions we think of or ask in the car ride over to the hotel.’

That was a solid plan. Stiles could work with that and he already knew that he probably would have more. Lots more he ‘s sure. He is a curious little mother fucker after all. “Cool, yeah. So the reunion starts at 7:30.”

“I’ll pick you up at 6:30.” Stiles was about to protest that it was a little too early but the alpha continued before he had a chance. “I don’t like getting to places late and I am guessing someone is going to have some nerves to work out as well so we should give ourselves extra time.”

It was reasonable and he kind of hated that this man who hardly knew him had deduced that already about him. “Fine, fine,” he waved his hand. “Pick me up super early.” Stiles started walking towards the door and grabbed the knob. “Thanks for breakfast. It was really good. And tell your nephew thanks for showing me the book.”

“Anytime Kitten,” the other’s voice cracked slightly as the tone stuttered. “I mean, I’m sure we can always come up with another time if you want to join us again.”

Stiles cocked his head towards the alpha and grinned. It was enlightening to actually see a crack in the alpha’s confidence – he was a little off his game at the moment. Interesting! “Right. I might just take you up on the offer.”

“Great,” the other reached out to the door since Stiles still hadn’t opened it.

Between the two of them, the front door was finally open revealing the outside and Stiles noted his blue Jeep outside. Part of him wanted to stay and tease to see if he could find more cracks to the man’s exterior. Yet it was Sunday and he still had laundry and some other chores to tend to. The jesting and his curiosity would have to wait. “See you later alpha.”

“Good bye Kitten.”

And fuck, he was really starting to like that term of endearment from that alpha. He wasn’t sure if it was the omega part of him or just him in general that was starting to warm up to the nickname.

Stiles stared at his phone for a few moments, trying to find the courage to call Scott. His alpha friend will not be as understanding as Jackson. He just knows he will have some unkind words to say about him going to the reunion with Peter. Yet, he will also be sad if Stiles doesn’t just come out and tell him aloud it either. And then confront him asking why Stiles kept it from him.

Pressing call before deliberating anymore, Stiles plopped back on his bed with his head being cradled by his soft pillow as he waited for the other to pick up. “Hey Sti,” Scott answered almost breathless. “How are you? You need a ride for Saturday?”

Twisting his free fingers in his sheets, Stiles took a deep breath. “Hey Scotty. I’m good and that’s why I’m calling.” He hesitated. It was going to be challenging – Scott won’t necessarily judge Stiles choices but he is the more protective and reasonable of his alpha friends. He will want to determine the pros and cons. He’ll want to encourage Stiles to really think about things unlike Jackson who is more impulsive and was like just go for it.

“So, I am actually going with someone so I won’t need a ride but thanks for the offer. Now you and Ally won’t have a third wheel.”

Silence filtered through the end for a few seconds. “Are you seeing someone? When did that happen?”

“Well,” he dangled the word for a moment before continuing. “Not really. More like a stand in alpha for the evening. I didn’t want to show up stag nor be a third wheel. I appreciate you Scotty but you and Ally can be nauseating and then Cora will be with Isaac so I just…” He didn’t want to look like a loser and be alone. “I wanted a date.”

Scott must have been lost for words once more since silence loomed again. “A stand in alpha? What the hell Stiles? Who is the guy? And does Jackson know about this?”

He should have expected twenty questions from his friend but it was still a little annoying. He was a big boy and he shouldn’t have to defend himself. Yet he also understood Scott’s secondary gender was not going to allow him to not question Stiles. The alpha in him would need to ensure he was good. “Yes, Jackson knows. He is actually on board with it and…” Taking a deep breath, Stiles just decided to blurt it out. “Cora’s uncle. The guy I had a one-night stand with.”

“Seriously Stiles? You hardly know him. You slept with him once and now you are asking him to take you out?”

Closing his eyes, Stiles inhaled and exhaled before continuing. “It’s not that big of a deal. I wanted to go with a handsome alpha on my arm and he fits the bill. He’s catty and doesn’t expect much.” Okay, the alpha wanted a blow job but Scott so does not need to know that detail. “It’s not a date. He’s just being my alpha for one night. Nothing more. Nothing less so there’s really nothing you should be freaking out about.”

There was a long pause on the other end. “ I get why you don’t want to show up alone. I know you’re not stupid and would weigh the pros and cons and not put yourself in a precarious situation. But as one of your best friends, it doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

Snorting, Stiles opened his eyes. “If it makes you feel better, Jackson already threatened to punch him in his dick if he did anything stupid. And you’ll be there and Cora. It’s not like I’m really going to be alone with him that much so you’ll have plenty of time to give him the evil eye.”

“That does make me feel better. And I’m going to be the one to hold him down if Jackson gets to punch him in the dick.”

“Of course, Scotty.” His friends were for sure protective weirdos. “However, I don’t think it will come to that but if does, he’s all yours.”

Stiles heard a muffle in the background. “Shit, I have to go dude. Ally needs me for something. Hey, if you change your mind, you can still ride with us. If he makes you feel uncomfortable at all during the evening, we got your back and can take you home. And Sti, if you are secretly pining for this alpha and he likes you back, I’m happy for you dude.”

“Thanks Scotty, I appreciate your love and support but to do be clear, there is absolutely no pining.” He insisted despite the omega in him turning to goo when around the irritating man.

“Okay man, see you on Saturday. Bye.”

The phone disconnected before Stiles had a chance to respond. He was grateful that Scott only got a little worked up and had his back no matter what.

Now, he hoped Peter would behave because he really does like his monster cock (not that he’s ready to admit that to the alpha) and would prefer no injuries to that particular organ.

Stiles knocked on the office door and opened it slightly but didn’t enter until he got the okay from his father. His dad looked up from his desk at the intrusion, smiled, and waved his hand for Stiles to enter.

Walking in carrying a brown bag, his dad smiled wider. “You brought me dinner?”

“Sure did Pops,” he cooed as he laid the bag down on the big oak desk and took the chair opposite from him.

His dad immediately reached for the bag and started pulling out the contents to place them on the hard surface. “This is none of the fake stuff?” His face was bright when he noted the fires and real meat burger.

“Sure is Pops,” Stiles piped in as he grabbed the bag holding the curly fries. “You deserve it. Dig in.”

The older beta did just that, unwrapping the burger and taking a big bite. He moaned around the bite and then side eyed Stiles. “Wait, are you buttering me up for something?”

“Dad?” Stiles guffawed in offense. He would never. Okay, he so would but not this time. He just wanted to be nice to his dad and give him a treat. “No, it’s been a while and I just wanted to.”

His dad scrutinized Stiles for a moment, going into cop mode assessing the situation for truths or any inconsistencies. “Oh hell Stiles, did that alpha get you pregnant?”

“What?” He practically spat out the curly fry in his mouth. “No dad. We’re not even. Oh my god, just no. And you really jumped to that conclusion?”

His father shrugged his shoulders and took another bite of his meal. “Don’t know son. Sort of seemed reasonable with the way you’re acting but if you are and whenever you are with child, you can always tell me.”

“Yes, I will. You’ll be the first to know. Well, the baby’s daddy will be the first but you’ll be next in line. But, “Stiles waved his hand. “That’s way in the future.”

“Good. I mean I’m glad you’re not but it you were, it would be okay.” His dad paused to take a sip of water from the bottle he had on his desk. “How’s things with that stand by alpha or whatever.”

“Stand in alpha.” Stiles corrected. “Fine, we’ve talked and we’re still on for the reunion. And before your mind goes all over the place again. That’s it and nothing more. We’re not dating so no more jumping to conclusions mister.”

Leaning back in his chair, the sheriff held up his hand. “Okay, got it. Still seems odd to me but whatever. Again, be careful and I hope you have fun.”

“I’ll try. It won’t be bad. The gang with be there sans Jackson but otherwise, we’re getting dressed up and hanging out so it all should be good.” He hoped so anyway. He prayed that Peter wouldn’t be too annoying and think about sex the whole evening. He just hoped the alpha would be on his best behavior but he wasn’t totally counting on it either.

Stiles and his dad finished their dinner and talked about random until his father really had to get back to work and work on some cases.

After he said his good byes, Stiles walked outside towards his Jeep plucking out his phone from his pants pocket and noted he had a missed text from Peter. All it said was question and Stiles hovered over the keyboard to type a response and then remembered the alpha was old and didn’t like texting. Therefore, he sighed and pressed call instead as he approached his vehicle.

“Kitten,” the alpha voice oozed charm even over the phone which made Stiles knees wobble. He had hated his omega dynamic reacted so much to the other man. “I am somewhat surprised you called.”

“Well, you texted and assumed you would rather have a phone call so what’s up?”

Snickering, the alpha responded after a few beats. “I was wondering if you knew which color shirt you were going to wear. I want to make sure we complement each other and not contrast.”

Stiles pulled the phone away from his ear and stared at the device in disbelief. Was that man serious right now? Did it really matter? “Not that I think it matters but probably the purple hue.” He hadn’t totally decided but it was leaning towards purple. It was a different shade from a lot of his tops he owns so he thought he would just go for it.

“Wonderful. I can work with that. If you change your mind, let me know so that I can change accordingly. And you may not think so but it’s a good look when alphas and omegas complement each other with their clothing styles.”

Personally Stiles thinks it weird but he’s not going to argue with the man. He may not know Peter well but he knows enough that he is a snob, likes to look good, and loves to make an impression on people. “It still seems like you’re trying to impress my classmates more than me at this point.”

“When we’re together, you are technically a reflection of me and vice versa. And besides, I like to stand out and dress to impress.”

Stiles opened the car door and climbed into this beloved Jeep, shaking his head. More regret filling his head as to why he thought it was a good idea to ask this man to his high school reunion.

He was truly insufferable and impossible.

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Peter sighed as he made his way to the kitchen. Derek insisted on inviting Cora over for dinner and he didn’t feel like being ganged up on and he knew he would be when it came to the two of them. They always feel a need to tease him. Perhaps he himself is to blame for those traits since he has a habit of doing the same and therefore, they learned from the best.

He had almost opted to sit this dinner out then Derek mentioned he was making ribs and Peter could not turn down the small family gathering once those words escaped his mouth.

Neither he nor Derek are the best cooks in any way shape or form but they both have perfected a handful of meals over the years that each like to whip up and share. Peter has done some decent jobs with a few casseroles and pasta meals.

For Derek, he had found a made from scratch barbeque sauce and dry rub online that he mastered after a few tries. Despite having found it online, Derek cherishes the recipe like it’s some family heirloom or something sacred. It’s cute and endearing. And he has to admit, I’s hell of good, hence why Peter will put up with the teasing from the evil spawns this evening.

“Smells delicious Derek,” Peter complimented as he pulled out a chair to sit from across Cora. The table was already set so there wasn’t much for him to do except wait for the food to be ready.” And hello Cora.”

She smiled but her mouth wasn’t fully grinning. “Uncle Peter.” Her eyes flickered over to her brother who was placing the ribs on a serving platter and then landed her brown orbs back on her uncle. “So, you’re still planning to go the reunion with Stiles?”

Her tone was laced with disappointment and he hated to bring more of it but, “well I did make a commitment.”

Ribs placed on the glass table top, Derek huffed out on his sister’s behalf. “Not like you have broken commitments before.”

That was rude and somewhat factual. “Well, I am going to look dashing, have a well-dressed omega on my arm that I help style, and the boy does have a great ass. Not to mention nice nimble fingers and a very intoxicating mouth so why would I back out?” Besides the mingling with people Cora’s age, it shouldn’t be the worst evening ever.

Scrunching up her nose disgust, Cora exhaled. “Just ew.”

“I knew the only reason you wanted to go was to try to get in his pants again.” Derek interjected like he just had the biggest epiphany ever as he took a seat to the left of Peter.

Peter failed to see the problem. He was fairly certain he hasn’t kept that part a secret.

“I’m so going to tell Stiles that.”

Peter grabbed the tongs and reached for some of the delicious looking ribs. “Go ahead but the boy is clever. I’m fairly confident he’ll pick up on the game I’m playing.” And that was half the fun- toy and flirt with the boy until he turns two shades of red. The omega will either continue to play hard to get or give in to Peter’s charismatic personality once more. Either way, Peter will have a good time.

“You’re insufferable. Just stay like far away from me so I don’t have to witness you dial up the sleazy charm.”

“As much as I would like to honor your wishes, I’m sure the boy will want to hang out with his friends and sit with you.”

The beta inhaled deeply. “Oh how did I not realize that?” She simmered for a few minutes as she spooned some macaroni and cheese on her plate. “Ugh, just lavish compliments on me all night to make up for any nausea I may experience. I’m wearing a kick ass dress and I plan to look fabulous.”

Peter grinned at his niece. He was quite sure she would be beautiful. “I am sure I can manage that. But just in case, you may want to have some anti-nausea meds nearby.”

“You’re freaking impossible!”

Peter spun around to get a better look at himself in the mirror. He wanted to ensure that his black slacks he was donning accentuated his ass. Stiles wasn’t the only one with an amazing backside. Peter had one as well so he craved to endure that his bottom looked fantastic. He wasn’t below using his body to help him tempt a certain boy tonight. In his book, if you got the assets, you might as well flaunt them.

Nodding in affirmation, he continued to check himself out. He opted for a lighter shade of purple than what Stiles would be adorning. The boy would have more of a dark plum hue while Peter’s shirt would lean more towards lilac. Therefore, they would not be matching exactly, but would compliment one another perfectly. They should make an excellent pair and no would should doubt that they are not really together.

He thrown on a black belt with a sliver buckle to keep his trousers secure and accompanied his button down top with a black suit jacket. He had gone back and forth on the tie but ultimately decided against it. The reunion wasn’t formal and he really wanted to showcase some of his chest hair so he unbuttoned for the first few buttons to do just that. Again, he wasn’t below showing off his goods so to speak.

Perhaps, a certain omega with be enticed with the some of the skin Peter will be showing off. Oh yes, Peter outdid himself with this ensemble.

“Derek,” he called out as he strolled to the threshold of his bedroom door.

It took his nephew a few moments to arrive but he did with an annoyed scowl on his face. “What?” He huffed out.

“I just need your opinion on my outfit. I’m leaning towards stunning but just want to get your thoughts.” He didn’t really need a second opinion but it didn’t hurt to get an outsiders perspective.

The alpha crossed his arms across his chest and cocked his right brow. “I’m not the one you’re trying to fuck.”

“Whatever,” he shooed at his nephew. “Just don’t be a brat for a second and let me know what you think.” He turned around with some flare in his step so the alpha could take in the whole picture.

The boy rolled his eyes with a sigh. “Fine. You look like a drug lord. Happy now?”

Interesting. He can work with that especially if the omega is into that kind of look. “Yes, thank you nephew. I almost feel like one now too. You have boosted my confidence even more.”

“You are so weird.” He swiveled on his feet to make haste and then hesitated. “If you happen to get lucky, I don’t want to over hear anything.”

Peter would like to correct and state when and not if, but the omega has been leading Peter on somewhat of a cat and mouse game so it for sure could be if for this evening. Laying on a big smirk, “don’t worry Derek, I have ways to keep the boy quiet.”

“I second what Cora said last night. Ew.”

Nothing yuck about the thought in Peter’s mind. He just hopes he can find way to make it happen once again.

Peter was still flying high as he approached Stiles apartment door. Derek’s drug lord comment gave Peter more pep to his step. He wasn’t sure why he preened with the description but it did bolster his fortitude to another level.

Creasing out the few wrinkles on his lapel that he gathered on the drive, Peter inhaled and knocked on the door.

He took a step back so he could allow space for both the omega to rake his eyes over Peter and vice versus. Yes, since he helped pick out the outfits for the boy and has technically seen him in the shirt and pants – he was still not all donned up with hair product and what not. Plus, he hasn’t seen the ensemble paired with the nice pair of loafers he purchased for him.

The door opened and Peter plastered on his charming smile and….

“Hello.” The alpha matched his smirk accompanied by a right arched brow that would out cock Derek’s any day. Maybe Stiles was onto something. Perhaps Derek and Jackson would be a good match. “He’s still getting ready. He should be done in a moment.”

Nodding his head, Peter shifted in the hallway. The alpha hasn’t invited him so he hoped that meant Stiles was indeed almost ready. “Thank you.”

The other apprised him, his eyes taking in his appearance with some scrutiny. “I like the outfit. Good choice.”

Oh, the boy wants to talk fashion. “My nephew thinks I look like a drug lord and I’m not offended. I believe I am rocking this ensemble. It’s not always easy looking this good but I try.”

Jackson’s smirk grew even wider. “I can see the vibe,” His hand encircled in front of him. “And I get what you mean. I think people believe I wake up looking this amazing but I have to work for it as well. Yet, I still look fairly great when I roll out of bed.”

“Yes, me too.” Oh, Jackson totally gets him. “It’s nice to hear someone else say that.”

“No problem dude,” Jackson clapped on his upper bicep. “I understand for sure.”

“Oh my god,” Stiles voice rung out from behind Jackson. “Stop bonding with my stand in alpha. It’s weird dude.”

Rolling his eyes, Jackson stepped out the way to allow Stiles to get to the door and Peter could finally see the boy all dressed up. And he did look radiant. Peter did a fine job picking out the right color palette to compliment his skin tone. And the trousers fit like a glove – they narrowed at his thin waist, flared out a little at his hips, and he could already tell, the material gathered nicely on his backside.

Well done Peter Hale. Well done!

“Whatever Princess.” He teased. “Have this one home by midnight or he’ll turn into a pumpkin.”

Pushing at his friend’s arm, Stiles spat out, “I will not.”

“Will too. Totally seen it happen before.”

Stiles took the few steps into the hallway as he cocked his head towards the other, “you are so making shit up.”

Laughing, Jackson placed his hand on the door. “Okay kids, have fun and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” He hesitated before continuing, “actually that doesn’t leave much. So all I got is to use protection.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to come?”

The door started swinging shut, “I’m good Sti.” The other alpha insisted as the door completely closed behind him.

“You look ravishing,” Peter oozed out as his blue eyes traveled up and down the omega who stood before him.

The boy blushed a beautiful shade of pink that Peter has now seen quite frequently. “Um thanks but you’re the one who picked it all so I can’t take much credit.”

True but, “yes but you still wear the clothes well and dressed up very nicely.”

The blush remained, “you look handsome too alpha.”

“Thank you.” He held out his arm towards the younger man, “shall we go?”

Smiling, Stiles linked his arm with his surprisingly without a retort. “Let’s do this.”

The ride to the Hyatt didn’t take too long and was relatively quiet. Stiles didn’t say a lot yet he nibbled on his nails for most of the journey. He was nervous so Peter was glad they were arriving a little early to give some time to calm down.

Finding a spot not too close to get this precious baby dinged and not too far because he didn’t walk too long of a distance, Peter pulled in and turned off the ignition.

Unbuckling his seat belt, he turned to look over at the omega who was now running his palms down the front of his slacks. Peter quickly batted his hands away. “Don’t mess up your nice pants. No sweaty palms allowed.”

Leveling a look at the alpha, the boy groaned. “Nervous. I haven’t seen most of these people since I graduated. It’s like I want to make a good impression and show that I made something of myself but also, it’s like why do I care?”

And now he has no idea how to respond. He’s bad at pep talks. “Human nature maybe?” Stiles narrowed his eyes. “I don’t know Kitten. Did you have a tough time at school and feel like you have to prove something?”

Silence permeated through the car for a few minutes before the omega answered. His eyes drifted towards the entrance of the hotel before he spoke. “A little I guess,” pausing before continuing. “It wasn’t the worse but I’m an omega and some alphas are real assholes so let’s just say I do have some bad memories but lots of good ones too. So yeah, maybe I do feel like I have something to proof.” Eyes landed back on Peter; he did the adorable biting of his bottom lip. “It’s stupid, isn’t it?”

Now it was Peter’s turn to think before speaking. It’s hard for him to gather what it’s like to have lived in Stiles shoes being an omega. An alpha as his secondary gender for sure brought him more opportunity and respect. Plus, he was never one who lacked confidence. “It’s not stupid if you feel that way. However, even though I have not known you very long, I don’t think you need to prove to them anything. So just go in there with a handsome alpha by your side and have a good time. And don’t worry about what anyone thinks.”

With the fondness written over his face, staring back at Peter; he realized that maybe he wasn’t a shit pep talker after all. He might have hit that morale boosting right out of the park. He kind wants to pat himself on the back. And on top of that, he does believe every word he said to the younger man.

“Well not sure if you’re blowing smoke up my ass to get another blow job or are just being nice but thank you. I did need to hear that. And you’re right. I’m going to take a page out of Jackson’s book and not care what they think.”

“It wasn’t just for blow job points but since you brought it up, did it work?”

He rolled his eyes with a shake of his head. “Already told you dude, my payment was paid in full so no longer getting into my pants.”

“Well technically, your lips would be wrapped around my cock so I wouldn’t be getting into your pants. You would just be getting into mine.”

Stiles stared at him open mouth. “You really are impossible.”

“Fairly sure that has already been established.”

“I,” the boy spattered as his arms waved in the air. “Let’s just go inside. I can’t with you right now.” He opened the car door and paused. “No innuendo tonight. Please behave. I might have said I don’t care but it will still be nice to show them all a nice alpha I am with and not one who can be sleazy.”

Peter toothily grinned. “That’s not very nice Kitten. I’m not that sleazy. I am just very good at dialing up my alpha charm and whit. I can’t help it that I am so charismatic that omega’s melt around me.” He wanted to add including you but he bit his tongue this time.

“Cocky asshole.” He muttered as he stepped out of the car. “Rein in the charisma then as well.”

Now, he was asking a lot. Charisma is a feature of Peter Hale after all.

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As they approached the lobby, Stiles noticed a directional sign towards the appropriate ballroom. The location was fairly easy to spot with another sign saying Beacon Hills High School Reunion accompanied by a large balloon arch at the double doors.

There were a few people scattered about mingling in the hallway but not a lot which wasn’t surprising since they were a little early. Stiles didn’t really recognize any of them in which he was grateful for since his nerves were still somewhat shaken. He had calmed down quite a bit but there was still some anxiety floating nearing the surface. “You want to head in or just hang out here for a little while? I haven’t heard anything from Scotty yet.”

Peter’s face was rather expressionless. “It’s your reunion Kitten, I’ll follow whatever you want to do.”

Stiles did appreciate that sentiment. However, this was one time he would be perfectly content with the alpha taking over the reins and leading. Stiles wasn’t sure what he wanted to do. His brain was frazzled and would prefer someone else to take charge and make the decision for him.

“Um,” he swiveled around and still didn’t notice anyone he knew so he decided to just go for it. “I want to go in. Maybe we can check out the food and scope out a table for the gang.”

Peter out stretched his arm, “lead the way.”

Once more, Stiles took the proffered arm and linked his own with the alpha’s. Taking a deep breath, he took the few strides underneath the balloon arch and then into ballroom. There was music being played by a DJ lined up at the back wall that was at a volume that you could still hold a conversation without having to yell.

Eyes further scanning the large room, Stiles noted there were several long tables on either side that aligned two opposite walls. They held food that appeared more like finger foods and appetizers. There were at least twenty to thirty round tables with chairs that surrounded the dance floor and a few other seats scattered around. He also notated the right back corner had what looked like a cash bar (thank you student government for having the foresight for that necessity).

He still didn’t see anyone he was friends with but there were some familiar faces so Stiles made sure to smile when a couple of them walked by. They smiled back but didn’t slow down to chat. “I don’t really see anyone I know. I want to get a drink and find a table.” Maybe in the corner where no one would find him and he could blend into the wall.

“Sure that’s a good idea? The last time you had a drink in my vicinity, led to a rather rambunctious evening between the two of us.” It did and it had. Stiles’ brain was definitely a little foggy and cloudy but he absolutely knew what he was doing and what he was agreeing to. It hadn’t taken long for him to sober up once they started fooling around. But yes, there were some lingering effects that did cause him to lose a few inhibitions and made him not be so nervous around the alpha. The foggiest did for sure boost his confidence around Peter.

Stiles tried his hardest to quirk his brow but he failed. “Yeah, true. Yet I would think you would encourage it then since you have always have orgasms on your brain.”

The alpha grinned widely. “Kitten, I thought we already established it isn’t all the time. Just most of the time. Plus, I did promise a certain omega I would try to behave. As much as I am selfish, I like a challenge too. You tipsy would make things too easy. And consent is sexy Stiles. I would never take advantage of you or anyone in a drunken situation.” Stiles was pleased to hear that and really, he sort of realized that. During their sexy times night, the alpha did check in with him numerous times and encouraged him to drink lots of water. He had appreciated that. “But flirting is still absolutely on the table.”

“Oh course it is,” he shook his head. “Come on.”

They started walking towards the back of the room where the bar was located when he heard a feminine voice call out. “Stiles? Is that you?”

And Stiles swiveled to see whose voice was asking. He startled and smiled when he saw the barely five-foot strawberry blonde standing there looking stunning as usual. Lydia Martin, Miss Fashionista herself adorning a pencil black dress that hugged all her curves. She was beautiful with her hair curled tight to her shoulders and makeup blended into the shades of perfection.

They were never super close but she had dated Jackson for a long time so there was a time they did run in some of the same circles. Therefore, they would talk and sometimes study together since she was super smart and Stiles wasn’t that far behind. However, she also terrified him as well. She’s a beta but her personality and some of her characteristics always screamed alpha to Stiles. He never quite understood how someone like Lydia Martin could be a beta but she was. In reality, she reminded him of Cora in a lot of aspects – fierce, protective, and can be rather intimidating.

In the end, after she and Jackson broke it off, their study sessions slowly dissipated and soon it was more just a wave in the hallway when they passed each other. He had missed some of those interactions with her but he also kind of knew they probably wouldn’t be lifelong friends or anything.

He smiled before leaning in for a perfunctory hug. She reciprocated the gesture and then pulled away apprising him in the process. He could see her calculating eyes checking out his clothes with a quick side eye glance towards Peter. “Looking good Stiles. I’m impressed seeing you more than in flannel. It’s a good look on you.”

“Thanks. You look amazing too.”

She flipped her red hair off from her right shoulder while she focused on Peter – eyes now roaming him up and down. Scrutinizing him as she just did with Stiles, she held out her delicate hand towards him, with a sly smile. “Lydia Martin. I assume you are the one I should be thanking for providing Stiles some fashion sense?”

Rude! Flannel and graphic tees are amazing thank you very much.

“Pleased to meet you, Miss Martin.” He took her hand in his and pulled up it his mouth and gently kissed the back of her knuckles. “Peter Hale and I assisted with some shopping. He is the one who put it all together and looks dashing.’

Stiles shivered at the comment even though the alpha was still locked onto Lydia. And he was fairly sure Lydia even shuddered at the chaste kiss on her fingers. He hated to admit, the alpha was definitely good with that stupid charm and if he keeps it up tonight, Stiles knees are going to be jelly by the end of the evening.

Ugh, he hated that his omega was not impervious to that alpha charisma he oozes. He wanted to be immune to Peter Hale’s whit and magnetism but he realized since the first night he met him, it was nearly impossible not to be pulled in by him.

“I see.” She grinned while she removed her hand. And was she blushing? Did Peter cause Lydia’s cheeks to pink with his touchy greeting? “Stiles is one lucky omega to have found you.”

“Actually, I would say I am one lucky alpha to have found him.”

Oh shit, Peter is good. Stiles may end up having a slick problem too. He not only caused Lydia to preen but he threw a nice compliment his way as well. “We’re both lucky.” Stiles chimed in getting the other’s attention. “It’s good to see you Lydia. Some of the others will be here if you want to catch up with anyone else.” He didn’t want to be rude yet he was ready to move on before any arousal snuck in during their conversation. Plus food and drink sounded awesome.

“Jackson?”

Scratching the back of his neck, Stiles tried to act nonchalant. “He’s actually not coming. Stuff to do or something.”

Her left manicured brow arched beautifully. “Right. Coward. After all these years, he’s still afraid to see me again. Oh well, tell him I said hello and that I think he’s a loser.” Stiles nodded his head like a bobble head. He never knew the true reason they broke up. Jackson would skirt the issue or come up with different half-truths so after a while, Stiles stopped trying to figure it out. And truthfully, his friend seemed happier not dating Lydia so he just let sleeping dogs lie.

She spun on her heels and left with a parting thought. “Oh Stiles, nice shoes by the way. I would say this alpha is a keeper.”

And the queen bee was off! She was irritated and dismissive and Stiles was for sure curious once more about their break up but his curiosity would have to wait.

Hearing the alpha snicker, Stiles eyeballed Peter. “What?”

“She likes your shoes.”

Stiles glanced down towards the floor at the expensive loafers adorning his feet. “Ugh, she’s like the one exception. Like literally no one else is going to care about my footwear.”

“Whatever you say Kitten.”

“You’re so annoying.”

Stiles really needed that drink now.

They both got some drinks. The choices were scant so Stiles opted for a rum and coke while Peter purchased a gin and tonic.

As they began to search for a table, he felt Peter’s hand on the small of his back to help guide him. He didn’t totally hate it and may have leaned into the touch. As they made their way around some former classmates, Scott approached with Allison on his arm. “Hey Stiles, we made it.” His friend said almost breathlessly.

“Hey man. We were just about to find a table. Perfect timing.” He surmised as he noticed his best friend’s focus drifting towards Peter. “Oh right, you remember Peter? Cora’s uncle.” The alpha nodded with the same scrutinizing expression that Lydia had held. “And Peter this is officially Scott and his amazing and beautiful girlfriend Allison.”

Since Scott was still frozen, Peter was the one who broke through the ice first. “Pleased to officially meet you, Scott.” He held out his hand for the other alpha to shake. He did albeit hesitantly. “And the lovely Allison.” He smiled as he took the beta’s hand into his. “I hear you were the one celebrating your birthday so I have you to thank for the reason I met Stiles.”

“You’re welcome.” She replied in a genuine sounding greeting. “You both look amazing.”

“Thanks,” Stiles interjected since Scott was still staring awkwardly at his stand in alpha. Like he was trying to find the words to say but couldn’t quite formulate any threat. Which was fine, Jackson already did that. “Let’s find a table.”

They all agreed and found a table to sit together. It wasn’t exactly in a back corner but it wasn’t front and center either. It would do.

Once they settled, Scotty got up to get drinks for himself and Allison.

“Cora and Isaac should be here soon. She texted they are parking now.” Allison gave the update while she looked at her phone.

Peter leaned into Stiles, “Isaac?”

Quizzically looking at the alpha, the omega exhaled. “Do you serious not know who your niece is dating?”

“The evil spawn is not always the most forthcoming with information.”

Stiles chuckled. “Okay, he’s a beta and super nice and they have been dating for a few months.”

The alpha nodded. “I will be sure to interrogate her at another time.” The words barely escaped his lips when Scott was back with both Cora and Isaac in tow.

“Look who I found.” Scott beamed like an excited puppy who had retrieved a ball.

“Well hello Cora,” Peter oozed with his signature flare. “You look absolutely stunning. Your dress is beautiful. Your hair and makeup impeccable.”

Stiles attempted an eyebrow quirk towards the alpha. Sighing, the beta slid out a chair from across the table. “Laying it on awfully thick, aren’t you Uncle Peter?”

“Well, you said to be rather complimentary so I am.” Stiles didn’t miss the smirk but he sure as hell missed the reason for their little niece/uncle banter. “And you seemed to have forgotten to tell me you have a boyfriend.”

Rolling her eyes, Cora took her seat while Isaac pushed in her chair. “Whatever, I’m already nauseous seeing you here so you can stop with the overreaching compliments.” She huffed with narrowed eyes. “And this is Isaac and Isaac this is my annoying uncle. Happy?”

“Extremely.” The alpha smirked.

Oh, Stiles is beginning to catch on. That makes sense. Of course, Cora would not be thrilled to see her uncle at her high school reunion especially with one of her friends. “I’m hungry,” Stiles turned towards Peter. “You want to go get something to eat?” That could help the quibbling relatives and his appetite.

“Sure Kitten,” he pushed back his chair as Stiles heard an audible groan coming from Cora.

Yep, it was a good time to step away.

As they made their way to one of the various food tables, Stiles was stopped by a couple of familiar classmates – two beta girls that he had shared multiple classed with. They chatted for a few minutes catching up with Stiles making introductions between them and Peter. As like before, the alpha plastered on his grin and the stupid allure of Peter Hale seeped out like a cesspool that his former classmates ate up. They smiled and giggled and were instantly smitten with the alpha.

Perhaps the man puts a spell on people. Stiles may need to look into that.

“How did you guys meet?” Emily asked.

And oh shit! Stiles was supposed to come up with the epic meet/cute backstory. He did but then he didn’t and oh…his mouth opened and closed a few times like a fish gasping for breath out of water. He eyeballed Peter who was watching him with both amusement and anticipation. The freaking bastard. “Oh, you know.”

He was done for. He had nothing and then felt a quick hand squeeze in reassurance, not even realizing that the alpha took his hand into his. “You want me to share Kitten?”

The two girls swooned and said “aw” in unison as they eagerly awaited for the alpha to share the story.

“Um,” yes he did? Or no, maybe he didn’t. What would the man say? He was sort of terrified to hear what he may come up with. Oh, he hoped the alpha didn’t embarrass him.

“Well, it’s rather corny but,” he leaned in toward the girls like he was telling them a highly regulated top secret. “It was at a bar.” Stiles grasped the man’s hand sharply giving him a hint not to go there but he had a feeling any threat Stiles threw his way would be ignored so he just took a deep breath and prayed to all gods listening that the alpha would not share about them having sex after just meeting. “And it may be hard to believe but we saw each other from across a crowded a room and our eyes met. It was love at first sight.”

His former classmates were taken in – wide eyed with the tale being spun before them.

And all Stiles could think of was, it was what? Stiles eyes widened as the beta girls cooed. “Love?” Stiles blurted out.

“Okay Kitten, you’re right. It was lust at first sight but it quickly delved into love. You were just so enamored with me and frankly, it was hard for me to resist you once I saw how deep you had fallen.”

“Ha, maybe more like annoyance at first sight.”

And seriously? Enamored and he was deep in love with the alpha?

Peter grinned like the Cheshire Cat. “He gets a little embarrassed since everything happened so fast but really, it was just like the movies.” He inclined his head towards Stiles. “Right Kitten? Like everything happened in slow motion and stopped moving except for us. We were pulled together by some entity and oblivious to all around us. It was really quite moving.”

Grinning, he released Stiles’ hand and used that arm to pull Stiles close to his side. “And we’ve been inseparable ever since. I personally think it’s one of the greatest love stories ever.”

Quickly leaning in for a chaste kiss on his left temple, the alpha questioned, “don’t you agree Kitten?”

He was going to kill him.

The man was truly insufferable.

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Peter ignored the heated glare coming from the omega. And really, he only had himself to blame for not coming up with their backstory for how they got together. Peter had given him the ball and he chose not to slam dunk it so Peter didn’t have a choice but take over and score himself.

“Seriously?” The boy finally eked out once the beta ladies left (complimenting Stiles on his shoes before doing so and once more, kudos to you Peter). Stiles was able to find his voice more. “Love at first sight from across a crowded room? That’s what you came up with?”

“I certainly didn’t see much effort coming from you.”

His mouth did the whole adorable open close thing. “I had one. Then I didn’t like it and then sort of forgot to come up with another meet/cute but it was going to be amazing. And now, you went and said that. Whatever that was.” He flailed his hands in the air evidently trying to make a point.

It was lost on Peter. “Well, it’s not my fault you forgot. You should be thanking me. You were drowning without a life preserver and I threw one out to you. I saved that nice ass of yours so you’re welcome, Kitten.”

“I…” he stammered as he waggled his finger towards Peter. Actually, Stiles was rather cute when he was flustered and frustrated. He may need to ramp up his game. “You know, just don’t share that unlikely fable again.” He huffed and turned away.” I’m hungry. I’m getting some food.” He began to walk towards where the food was and abruptly stopped in his nice-looking loafers. “And just for the record, if anyone fell hard first for anyone it would be you. Not me.”

“Whatever you say Kitten.”

“And you don’t have to say that pet name every single time.” He grunted out.

Perhaps not be he can tell it gets under the boy’s skin in a good way. His face turns pink and the omega practically trembles each time. Nope, he’s not losing that pet name any time soon.

He followed Stiles to where the food was located admiring his backside the entire time which reminded him, that he was supposed to try to get a nice handful of the boy’s ass cheeks. Watching the pants curve around his bottom, Peter reached over to grasp the right butt cheek and squeezed which elicited a muffled screech from the omega.

“What the hell?” He yelled out as he turned and faced at the alpha. “What was that for?”

“I couldn’t resist. Your ass was calling out to my hand.” His hands do have a mind of their own after all.

Crossing his arms over his chest, the omega inhaled. “You said you would behave tonight.”

Cocking his head, Peter blew some hot air from his mouth. “This is me behaving.” Actually, Peter believes he has shown an immense amount of restraint. He hasn’t propositioned the boy yet or tried to goad him into a hand job in the bathroom. So yeah, thank you very much – he deserves a pat on the back for his control this evening thus far.

And really, if the omega didn’t have such a fine-looking ass, Peter wouldn’t have been compelled to pinch it. It’s not his fault. Well, it might be a little since he picked out the pants to accentuate that feature but still – he can’t be blamed when the boy was sauntering it in front of him like that.

“Oh lord. Just keep your hands to yourself for the rest of the night Mr. Sex on the brain all the time.”

Well, that might be asking a little too much. This alpha only has so much self-discipline.

It wasn’t the worst night ever but it wasn’t the best either. Mostly, it was because Peter got bored. Really bored. Stiles and his rag tag group of friends talked about memories of school for most of the time. Peter could really only nod a long and interject a few antidotes himself but it was hard to stay relevant due to their age differences Therefore, he didn’t contribute much to the conversation.

So for the most part, Peter listened and pretended to stay in engaged.

He then wanted to test out how long it would take Stiles to notice that he draped his arm on the chair behind him. He was also curious to see how the boy might react. It was silly but he didn’t have much else to do but amuse himself.

And interestingly enough, it didn’t take long for the omega to at least subconsciously realize that Peter’s arm was in close proximity to him.

The alpha watched as Stiles body language changed to a more relaxed state. He did recline more into the chair and there was even a sight lean more towards Peter. He evidently didn’t mind the closeness so he decided to drop his hand down onto the boy’s shoulder.

His body startled a little at the touch but otherwise, he didn’t react much. After a few more minutes, the boy inched even closer to Peter.

He couldn’t help but smile somewhat in victory but truthfully, he did preen knowing the omega did want to be more in his space. Many omegas are very tactile especially with alphas but they also can be leery – needing to gain more trust from an alpha before giving themselves over to an alpha’s ministrations.

Either Stiles trusts him or he’s just really needing that proximity to an alpha to help him feel safe and secure. Peter was fine with whatever reason it was – he wouldn’t lie, the alpha in him was also internally contented with a placated omega by his side.

Not one to squander an opportunity, Peter lowered his hand even more and pulled the boy closer which caused Stiles to wring out a gratified sigh. Yet, it was followed by a big yawn.

Perhaps, it was time to call it a day and truthfully, the alpha was fine with that. He put in enough time at this reunion. “You want to head out?” He practically whispered onto the top of Stiles head. If he wasn’t quite ready to leave, Peter didn’t want to disrupt whatever the hell it was they had going on at the moment.

“Um,” the omega debated before answering. “I don’t know. I was thinking about another rum and coke and I haven’t done any dancing yet.”

Peter didn’t know how much of a lightweight the boy was or not but he was small and lithe so he wasn’t sure another alcoholic beverage was the best idea or not. He preferred not to leave with a drunken omega draped on his side. “How about just a coke?” He suggested. “And do you want to dance? I didn’t know you knew how or even wanted to.”

He could almost envision the younger man out there on the floor swaying his hips back and forth. Yet, he also witnessed him not being the most coordinated so he wasn’t entirely sure which way it would go.

Leaning forward slightly, Stiles cocked his head to focus on Peter. “You’re seriously cutting me off?” His tone was infused with more surprise than annoyance. “And not really. I mean yes. I don’t know. I kind of have two left feet. Just seemed like the thing to do.”

“Kitten, if you want to dance, then dance.”

His eyes looked upon Peter quizzically. “Are you coming with?”

“I’m no Fred Astaire but sure, I’ll dance with you.”

Stiles was the first to stand up and Peter hated to admit that the alpha in him already missed the contact. “Surprising. You act like you are amazing in everything.” The sarcasm was not lost on Peter as the boy held out his hand.

“As much as it may be hard to believe, I do have a few limitations. Not many granted but there’s a few of them.” He smirked as he placed his hand in the other’s and allowed himself to be pulled up.

They strolled to the fake wood flooring that was set up for people to dance on. There were quite a few people already moving their bodies to the fast-paced song that was playing but they were easily able to find a spot where there was enough room to move about.

Peter was delighted to watch Stile swaying to the sounds. Yes, the boy would never win any awards and there was some flailing mixed into his gyrations but mostly, he was rather fluid. The boy knew how to swivel his hips as well as gyrate that fine butt he had been endowed with.

He even allowed Peter to place his hands on his hips and move with him as they swayed to the music when a song slowed down in melody. He half expected Stiles to leave the dance floor but instead he even conceded to have Peter pull him closer as he wrapped his hands behind the alpha’s neck.

They swung their movements back and forth as their feet moved slowly around the little space they had created for themselves. Their foreheads touching at first until the boy moved his head which revealed his long pale column of neck.

Peter nuzzled into the spot and inhaled sweet omega scent. He was never one who relished too much in the distinct scents and fragrances all omegas seem to have ingrained into their pores. Yes, he could parse out different odors here and there when he was with one of them, but mostly their sweet underlying aromas didn’t do much for Peter.

Or maybe, he just ignored the essence they emitted. Or didn’t care because he was more focused on other things like orgasms.

However, right now at this moment, Peter was fairly sure he could get lost in Stiles’ bouquet of spices. He had an urge to lick and lick and then dive into the richness of the boy’s fragrance. Maybe sinking into the abundance of sugary sweetness and lilac and only coming up to breathe once in a while.

Inhaling once more, Peter’s tongue darted out and was this close in making a large swipe on the pale, tasty morsel…” Hey Stiles, we’re heading out.” Peter practically growled at the interruption as the younger man pulled away from him with the sound of the voice next to them.

“Hey Scotty,” the omega swallowed trying to compose himself.

Interesting, maybe Peter wasn’t the only one being affected but… he shook his head to clear his fuzzy alpha brain. He wasn’t thinking straight. The pheromones were confusing him and that’s all.

“Allison is tired so you know.”

“Right, it was good seeing you man. We’ll have to get together soon.” He smiled as he looked upon Allison. “Have a good night.” He squealed leaning in towards the beta to give her a hug.

The three of them chatted for a few moments until the attention was brought to Peter. “It was nice to officially meet you.” Allison declared. “I hope you two enjoy the rest of your evening.”

Holding out his hand to shake hers to bid her good night, Peter exchanged some pleasantries with the beta before Scott interjected. “Get him home safe. And call me Stiles if you need anything.”

Not much of a goodbye from the other alpha but Peter didn’t expect much. The boy for sure has some skepticism towards Peter and he can’t really blame him. He probably would do the same if his best friend was an omega and hanging out with an alpha he barely knows.

Once the happy couple sauntered off, Stiles stifled another yawn. “Maybe we should go too.” Peter offered noting the boy still showed bouts of tiredness. “It is getting late and I do have it on good authority that you will turn into a pumpkin at midnight.”

The omega leveled him look, not really impressed with Peter’s reasoning. “You do realize that’s not a thing, right? I don’t actually turn into a pumpkin.”

“Well Jackson seemed very convincing to the contrary.”

“Oh my god,” his hands gesticulated in the air. “You two are the absolute worse. It’s terrifying how well you get along with each other.” He huffed out and pivoted on his loafers, “but yeah whatever, I’m tired. We can leave.”

And Peter was grateful he encouraged the boy to leave since it still took almost forty-five minutes to do so. The omega kept running into classmates he wanted to chat with and some other acquaintances that he just mostly said hello and goodbye too. Then there was the bathroom stop on the way out to the car.

Yes, it took a while to finally make out to his car and Peter felt like a wall direction for a while, yet his confidence was boosted a bit since a few of Stiles former classmates did appear to be checking him out so of course he grinned and winked at them. Perhaps there was a swoon or two.

Peter still may have it indeed.

“This is getting to be a habit,” the boy skulked down the drab hallway towards his apartment.

Maybe, but they did spend most of the evening together so it only seemed right to walk him to his door. “Well, I did say I was going to be a gentleman so...”

The omega grumbled something under his breath about his ass being groped. Yeah well, semantics.

Approaching the door, Stiles pulled the key out from his front pants pocket and put it in the lock. “I hope you had some fun tonight. Yeah, we exchanged favors but I still didn’t want you to have the worse time ever.”

As the door flung open, Peter pondered the question. He did spend the night with people half his age who he didn’t know so it wasn’t the greatest by any means. Yet, he was able to spend time with Stiles and get under his skin more so all was not lost. “Well, let’s just say it wasn’t the worse time but I would be okay never going to a high school reunion again.”

“Fair,” the omega concurred as shuffled back and forth on his feet. “So I guess this is it? Thanks.”

Peter wasn’t sure if he was in agreement. He hadn’t wrangled a second blow job from the boy yet. “You have my number if you want to roll around in the hay again. Or you said you enjoyed the pancakes.”

Stiles considered him for a moment. “Right, a booty call. We’ll see. But sure, pancakes could be fun again.”

The alpha will take it for now. “Okay, then goodnight,” he oozed out in his signature alpha tone while he leaned in to place a kiss on the boys’ lips.

And… was that a hand pushing him away on his chest? Peter cocked a quizzical brow at the younger man. “Not even a goodnight kiss?”

Stiles studied him for a moment and exhaled. “Kissing leads to tongue in mouth. Tongue in mouth leads to hands on hips. Hands on hips lead to fingers wandering under the shirt. Fingers on skin lead to a naked Stiles getting fucked on the couch. “

Peter glanced around the boy towards the sofa envisioning such a scene. “I fail to see the problem.”

The eye roll was rather dramatic in Peter’s opinion. “Of course, you don’t Mr. Sex on the brain but I am trying to prove that I’m not that easy.”

He couldn’t help the grin that formed on his face. “Okay Kitten. Whatever helps you sleep at night. And I promise it will be a chaste kiss to the lips and nothing else.”

The boy breathed heavily and gestured with his hand to go on so Peter did. Once more he leaned in toward the other and inclined his head to line up their mouths. He did as he promised and placed an innocent kiss on the boy’s mouth but he may have lingered for a minute savoring a tasty sugary omega.

Pulling away, Peter smirked. “Satisfied?”

“Yes alpha, thank you.” The omega responded in a breathy tone and Peter may have noted a slight body tremble coming from the other.

He wasn’t sure if he or the younger man were quite satisfied but he bit his tongue for now. It looked like he was going to have to play the long game if he really wanted those succulent lips around his cock again.

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Stiles blinked awake as he stretched his legs down the length of his bed. He had slept well. Remarkably well in fact. The night out must have made him more exhausted that he thought.

Throwing the sheet off his body, he swung his legs off the mattress and sighed contentedly remembering the evening.

Surprisingly, it had worked out well. He wasn’t totally sure how Peter would act so therefore; he was a little nervous about spending the whole night with the alpha. And the man for the most part did act gentlemanly and doted on Stiles. He was almost the perfect alpha.

Almost was the key word due to the farfetched fable on how they met and the ass groping. But otherwise, he was relatively well behaved and Stiles doesn’t have many complaints.

His classmates seemed Impressed with his date and state of dress so he would chalk up to a great win. So yay for his great idea to get a stand in alpha. Not all of his ideas are bad.

Plus, the alpha had danced with him which was unexpected.

And nice?

Stiles is by no means a great dancer. He flails a lot and doesn’t have a lot of rhythm but he does enjoy swaying his body to music. So yeah, he was happy when Peter offered to go to the dance floor with him. He wasn’t going to turn down having some musical fun and getting to bounce around.

He assumed when the songs went from upbeat to slow, Peter would want to go back to the table but instead he placed his hands on Stiles hips and pulled him closer to his chest. The omega had wrapped his hands around the alpha’s neck and let him take the lead.

Stiles was off caught off guard with both the gesture and how much he was actually enjoying it.

And he so didn’t want to. He didn’t want the omega in him to react to the alpha’s body language but it had proved to be challenging when the other man started to nuzzle into his neck. He was grateful the alpha had a good hold on his hips because his knees began to wobble when he felt the hot intake of breath on his skin near his collar bone. And fuck, he had some felt wetness start to form between his legs but luckily, not too much slick had leaked out.

He was also fairly sure he shivered and was anticipating a tongue to lick a stripe but then good ole Scotty happened.

Yep, his alpha best friend had interrupted whatever the hell was happening and just maybe that was a good thing.

Stiles ruffled around the cabinets to find a clean bowl and some cereal. It may almost be lunch time but hey, this is Stiles first meal of the day and cereal is really food you can have anytime during the day.

After gathering all the items and pouring milk into the bowl, Stiles sat down at the kitchen table as the front door opened.

“The princess is finally awake,” the voice barreled into their shared apartment.

Stiles glanced up at his roommate and best friend and noted he was adorning workout clothes and had lingering perspiration beaded on his face. “Better then whatever the hell you were doing.”

The alpha huffed as he went to the sink to refill his water bottle. “You’re just jealous that you can only aspire to have a rockin bod like this.”

“I’m good.” He shoved a mouthful of Cheerios in his face. He was fine being a scrawny omega. It has worked out well enough for him in the past so he doesn’t see the need to change anytime soon. “So I assume you had a good workout?”

The other nodded as he pulled out a chair from across from Stiles. Taking a seat, he swallowed a big gulp of water. Breathing out, he sighed. “I did. I tried out a class today. Kicked my ass but the trainer was hot so I may sign up for it.” Taking another sip of water, Jackson used his free hand to gesture a go ahead and speak. “Reunion fun? And did Peter get his flirt on with you?”

“It was actually kind of fun. Lydia says hi and said not to be a stranger.” The alpha gave him an unimpressed look. Maybe one day Stiles will find out the true reason why Jackson doesn’t want to be friends with her. “Of course he flirted with me. The man literally thinks of sex twenty-four seven.”

Jackson leaned forward and placed his elbows on the table. “And did anything happen? Anything going to happen like how did you leave things?”

That really was a good question. How did they leave things? Mostly up in the air he supposes. He did potentially have another breakfast planned with Peter but in general? Nothing specific. “Nothing happened. And, not really, I guess. He said I come over for breakfast sometime and since he’s a sex fiend, offered a booty call whenever.”

Stiles took another spoonful of his cereal as Jackson stared at him. “You’re going to take him up on it, right?”

“Breakfast or the booty call?”

Reaching over, the alpha flicked him on the back of his hand which caused Stiles to glare at him. “Moron. The booty call. If the man wants to get in your pants again, let him get in your pants again. You’re being ridiculous trying to protect your virtue when that shipped has already sailed. He was the best sex you have ever had so why are you denying yourself?”

“Because,” okay, maybe he didn’t have the best answer to that. “I don’t know Jax. What if I go and catch feelings for him in the middle of oral or him eating me out? This alpha has made it known what he wants and yeah, I wouldn’t mind jumping in bed with him again but my omega brain may start to think other things.”

His friend reclined in his seat while he looked over at Stiles more fondly this time. “I can see your conundrum.”

“Big word,” Stiles teased.

Flipping Stiles off, the alpha continued. “If you really think that might happen, then yeah maybe you should take a step back. If not, go and enjoy yourself. But, are you sure he’s not wondering the same thing? That he likes the idea of bedding you but perhaps he’s worried about getting too invested as well?”

The thought hadn’t really crossed his mind. Peter has made it clear he wants to bed Stiles again and hasn’t really expressed much more than that, yet the man is also a player. And players don’t usually come back for seconds, do they? Especially someone like Peter.

Interesting to ponder but Stiles was fairly sure he had Peter’s game down – that the alpha really just wanted to get his dick wet.

Softly rapping his knuckles on the door that was slightly ajar leading into his dad’s office, he heard the sheriff, “come in.”

“Hey dad.” Stiles stumbled in holding a brown paper bag that contained dinner from the diner down the street.

The older beta looked up from his pile of papers that he had strewn across his large wooden desk. “Hey kiddo. This is a surprise This is like twice in a couple of weeks.” He smiled as his nostrils twitched. “Smells delicious.”

“Maxine’s.” Stiles placed the bag holding the Styrofoam containers on the desk as he slid into the chair across from his dad. “I thought you might be hungry and assumed you would want to hear all about the reunion.”

The beta nodded and reached into the brown sack and pulled out their dinner. He opened the box that was on top labeled John and smiled. “The real stuff again? Nothing fake and French fries?”

“Yes pops. You’ve been working hard so go on and dig in.” Stiles gestured with his hand as he licked his lips staring at his own burger. Maxine’s makes the best burgers ever!

His dad practically moaned around his first bite. Wiping some grease residue from around his mouth, he then unceremoniously shoved a few crinkled cut fries into his mouth. He looked happy eating his meal. Stiles watched his dad enjoy his food as he took bites of his own.

They ate in companionable silence until about they were halfway done, his dad laying his partially eaten burger back in the container. Cocking his brow at Stiles, he licked his lips. “I do appreciate this, Stiles. I really do but are you trying to sweeten me up? Need to tell me something?”

“Dad?” He questioned offended. Okay, he has done things like that in the past so he gets why his dad would be skeptical but it still wounded him a little. He really didn’t have any ulterior motives this time around. “Just being nice.”

The older man nodded his head but his gaze still showed some doubt. He definitely was wearing the sheriff’s hat right now. “The stand by alpha didn’t you get pregnant, did he?”

“Oh my god dad, no. I told you there is nothing like that going on between the two of us. Why does your mind always go there? And, it’s stand in alpha.”

His dad waved his hand as his head shook. “You kids are weird.” He reached for his burger again. “If he ever becomes more than that weirdness, I get to brandish my gun. And I don’t know, real meat equates that you’re going to tell me you're pregnant.” Stiles will have to make sure if and when that date ever comes with a pregnancy announcement, he will not give the man a burger.

“Stand in alphas are a thing and no you don’t.” Stiles waggled his index finger at his dad. “It is highly unlikely or any alpha for that matter, so there will be no flashing of your gun as I have pointed out before.”

“Oh, come on Stiles,” his dad pouted into his bun. “I’ve been waiting my whole life for that moment. You can’t take that away for me.”

The omega sighed. “You’re horrible.”

His dad grinned like he just won the lottery. “Dad’s duty and all that. Now tell me about the evening and if this stand by alpha was good to you.”

“Stand in,” Stiles muttered under his breath.

Maybe, he should have talked to his dad over the phone instead.

A day later after a long shift at work, Stiles sighed as he laid down on his bed. He glanced at his phone, almost itching to reach out to Peter but he wasn’t sure why he wanted to. Yes, the alpha is fun to go toe to toe with, yet was there another underlying reason? Maybe. Stiles wasn’t completely sure. Jackson was sort of right; Stiles really did want to indulge with Peter again but he wasn’t convinced if it was the smartest thing to do.

Debating his life choices, Stiles suddenly came up with a good reason to reach out to the older man.

[Adorable Omega] I just realized we never took a pic of us all dressed up

Stiles hit sent and waited. He assumed that was a decent way to contact the man and it was true. He really wouldn’t have minded having a photo to remember the evening by.

Almost immediately, bubbles started appearing on his phone as the alpha typed his reply.

[Cocky Alpha] Hello Kitten. We can remedy that at any time.

And… interesting. Stiles wasn’t quite sure how to handle that response.

[Adorable Omega] Good to know but it’s a lot of work to get that dressed up

[Cocky Alpha] We can always go for something less casual. Less clothing if you prefer if it’s easier.

There it was. The man really does think about sex and getting Stiles naked most of the time.

[Adorable Omega] A truly generous offer.

[Cocky Alpha] I do aim to please in my generosity. It is a character trait I inhibit after all.

Stiles giggled out loud as he rolled his eyes. The alpha was truly something else – such an arrogant shit yet Stiles was still drawn to the sarcasm like a moth to a flame. He was infuriating and intriguing at the same time.

And he hated to admit it, a fucking tempting offer – less clothes in the vicinity of the alpha would mean that Stiles could have his world rocked again. Yet, a part of him still craved to have the alpha work for it. Peter is a player and hasn’t disputed that fact. If the man really wants in his pants again, then he needs to show Stiles that he has changed his ways somewhat. Mostly not sleeping around with a ton of others.

Stiles isn’t delusional. He knows you can’t treat an old dog new tricks and can’t really ask the man to not fool around since they are not dating or exclusive or anything. He doesn’t want to change the person necessarily. Peter is Peter and that is part of his charm and personality – a big reason why the omega in him grew weak in the knees when he first interacted with him. There’s definitely an attraction there so Stiles can’t deny that.

Yet, Stiles isn’t naïve either and he knows himself. He is reluctant to open himself up too much and become too vulnerable around the alpha. He is nervous that pesky feelings may creep in if they mess around too much so the omega does want to tread carefully and keep the alpha at bay somewhat.

It was a conundrum of epic proportions (as Jackson noted) since Stiles was on the fence and really the alpha was sending mixed signals. If Peter was still really the player he was, then why does he keep flirting with Stiles? He should be done with him and ready to move on to his next conquest.

So yeah, perhaps Jackson was onto something that the alpha could be getting invested in Stiles as well. It was sort of hard to believe but maybe.

Either way, he needed to be cautious and take things slow.

[Adorable Omega] A truly tempting offer. Maybe breakfast instead?

[Cocky Alpha] Any time Kitten. Just try to give me some warning before showing up.

And Stiles did truly believe that.

Now, he just had to figure out how he wanted to go from here?

Chapter Text

It had been a long but uneventful week. Peter was glad it was Friday and that the weekend was upon him.

Once he got home, he had quickly discarded his work attire and changed into something more comfortable – a dark gray t-shirt and a pair of black joggers. He was aiming for super casual and comfort.

He then aptly poured himself some whiskey over some ice cubes in a tumbler and made his way to the back deck. His place for solitude was always waiting for him and he was grateful as he fell into one of the cushioned chairs, noting they were overdue for a cleaning when he saw some dirt on the fabric.

Taking a sip of the amber liquid, Peter sighed contently as his scanned the backyard. Scrunching his face, he saw some overgrown weeds. Maybe he would sic Derek on the unruly weeds. He could use his muscles and youth and get the chore down quickly.

Speaking of, if he recollected correctly, his nephew was working an earlier shift today. Perhaps they could order in and watch something mundane on the TV. That plan sounded like a wonderful distraction to have a mental mind break from work as well as a certain omega who has been quiet all week.

Peter had been surprised that the boy had reached out as quick as he had after the reunion but now, it’s been almost week and it’s been radio silent. He supposes he could make an effort but he’s trying not to be pushy and the omega did indicate he was taking things slow. However, Peter hasn’t quite put a finger on what is it exactly that they are doing so does going slow really qualify? Hell, if he knows. Maybe he’ll give it a couple more days and text him since he prefers to text. Peter can ask about joining them for breakfast again. That seemed like a safe topic and environment and the boy appeared very amenable to the idea.

Closing his eyes, he almost felt like he could drift off to sleep for a few moments but then he heard soft footsteps approach. “I’m home.” Derek greeted as he stood next to Peter. “Let me know if there’s anything you want in particular for dinner. I can make something.”

Tilting his head upwards, Peter popped open his right eyelid as he swirled the contents in his glass. “Thinking of ordering in. Maybe watch a movie.”

Derek stared at him, almost judging inquisitively. “Are you spiraling? Why are you spiraling?”

“I’m not.” Not really. He didn’t think so. Maybe he is. “I haven’t heard from Stiles all week and contemplating as to whether I should make the move to reach out to him first or not.”

“Fuck,” the other alpha scrubbed his head over face. “Worse than I thought. If you want to see him, then call him.”

Derek made it sound easy but Peter didn’t really think it was that cut and dry. He didn’t know what to say. Hey Stiles do you want to come over for pancakes again and then drop to your knees to provide a nice blow job? He wasn’t sure how well that would go over. Or even how best to present it. “Believe it or not, despite my seductiveness, I’m a little lost for words at the moment.”

His nephew breathed out heavily. “I do find that hard to believe. I’m surprised you’re not just going with, hey Stiles, want to come over and bounce on my big cock for a few hours? It will be a grand ole time.”

Peter’s other eye flew open as he grinned at the younger man that may have had some sarcasm laced in his tone. “That’s genius Derek. Do you think that will work?” It was bold and crass but to the point.

He should have expected the finger flick onto the top of his head. “I thought you were the smarter one of the two of us.”

Peter thought so too but clearly, he’s missing something right now. He was getting ready for a witty retort when he heard the doorbell at the front door. “Great, company,” he sighed dejectedly.

Derek smiled like the Cheshire Cat. “It’s Cora. She said was stopping by to see you. Had to ask/tell you something so have fun with that.”

Peter did his best impression of a Derek scowl. “Wonderful, so I get two evil spawns for the price one this evening. Lucky me.”

The younger alpha held onto his stupid grin as he started to retreat from the back deck. “Yes, lucky you. Let me know when and where you want to order dinner.”

Peter waved his nephew off as he rose up from the chair with a sigh. He really hoped Cora wasn’t coming by to annoy him. His week has been long enough at it was. He doesn’t need her jesting tonight.

His niece was a whirlwind when she entered the residence. Toeing off her shoes and pulling her knees up to her chest as she sat on an easy chair. Declining a drink, her expression wore both mirth and merriment and that concerned Peter.

The alpha made sure to pour himself some more whiskey before taking a seat across from the bratty beta. “I assume this not a social visit.” Peter crossed his legs and narrowed his eyes at the younger woman.

“Always assuming the worse.” Her eyes glistened.

“You wouldn’t stop by unexpectedly otherwise. What do you want?” Peter wasn’t born yesterday. Cora is shrewd. She has reasons and Peter would just prefer if she would get to the point. She may want to tease and talk in circles but Peter just wants his dinner at this point.

Sighing, she unfolded her legs and arched her brow. “Fine. You’re taking most of the fun out of this.” Exhaling, the gleam to her face returned. “Mom wants you to bring Stiles over to dinner. After I told her you two went to the reunion together, she said she wanted the omega you are dating to come over.”

He was going to kill his niece. Slowly. Leveling her a death glare, Peter shifted and uncrossed his calves. “First, you are horrible. And I hate that you take after me so much. Secondly, Stiles and I are not even dating.”

The toothy grin remained on the beta’s face. “Try telling mom that. She’s insisting.”

“I’m afraid we have come down with explosive diarrhea. Maybe in another life time perhaps?” Or never if Peter had his way.

“You know she’ll just reschedule and nag you until you give in.”

She had a valid point. Swallowing some of the amber liquid, Peter swiped the bottom of his lip to savor more of the taste. “Well Stiles may not agree to go and are you really going to put your friend in that position?”

The twinkle in her eyes did not go unnoticed. “I’m sure you can be very convincing. And I’ll make him a cake to make up for it.” Peter eyeballed Cora. “He really likes cake. It will be fine.”

“I hate you right now.”

Jumping up, Cora stuck out her tongue. “And Derek will want to be there because he’s not going to want miss it. “

“You both truly are evil spawns.”

“I know.” She sauntered over to the door towards where she knocked off her shoes. “And don’t’ forget, you still owe me washing Derek’s car in a Speedo.”

He glared at his niece. “Tell your mother that I am sorry that’s she going to be one child short very soon.”

Cackling, Cora shuffled he feet back into her footwear and opened the door. “Love you too Uncle Peter.”

He waved his free hand at the younger woman and blew out some hot breath between his lips. Well, he has a reason now to reach out to Stiles.

It was opposite this time around. Peter was standing in Stiles’ apartment as the omega was seated looking upon Peter quizzically – apprising him with his doe brown eyes as they wandered over Peter. Perhaps trying to peek inside his resolve of steel.

Well, maybe not quite as grid iron as usual. Peter tends to be a rather confident and stoic alpha. Not much bothers him. Very rarely he does he exhibit any sort of anxiety but right now, there were a few nerves bubbling to the surface.

Peter and Talia are both alphas but with her being older, he does tend to defer to her more often than not. And as much he despises her nagging, he does love her and respect her. He much rather poke his eyes out then bring a potential partner to dinner at her house but he also feels obligated to comply. Deep inside, he wants to please his sister. It’s another alpha trait he just would assume throw out the window.

Yet, he can’t seem to deny the pull either so now he’s here in front of Stiles hoping the omega will agree to this crazy idea.

“So,” the boy dragged out as he continued to stare at Peter. “You need a favor from me this time?”

“I do.” He took a deep breath as he thought about Cora putting him in this predicament in the first place.” You see Cora babbled to her mother, my sister about how we went to the reunion together. And now Talia has latched onto this idea that we are dating and wants us to come over for dinner.”

Peter was impressed that he got it out all in one breath and by the look of Stiles features, he wasn’t too off putted by the idea.

“Alpha Hale wants us to come to dinner together?” The boy gestured with his hand between the two of them.

Shuffling his feet on the beige carpet, Peter nodded his head. “Yes, I know it’s a lot and crazy but you can blame Cora for putting you into this scenario which by the way, she said she would make you a cake.”

“Well, I do like cake but it is a big ask.” He could already see the cogs in his brain working overdrive. “I think it’s only fair if I agree and do something for you, you do something for me though. You know mutually beneficial and all.”

Peter could not contain his smile. Of course, Stiles would throw his words back to him like that. He didn’t know if he wanted to throttle him or give him a high five for the ingenuity. He should have realized stepping into his home that the omega wouldn’t just agree flat out. Nope, he was going to use this request to his advantage just like Peter had.

“Right Kitten. It would only be fair.” Peter concurred and relaxed assuming that he boy was going to agree so he decided to take a seat so they could hash out the exchange. “Did you have anything in particular in mind?”

He adorably scrunched up his nose. “Not really. Don’t rush me. It needs to be good.”

“Of course,” Peter continued to grin as the boy attempted to look contemplative. He rubbed his chin with his fingers for a few moments and then went towards tapping his index finger on his temple. He shifted on the sofa and gave a look of an aha moment and then immediately shook his head at the idea that had evolved in his hyper active mind.

It was equal parts charming and frustrating. Peter really didn’t think it would be that hard to come up with an ask. He knew something right away that the boy could offer so he wasn’t sure why he was struggling this much. However, he gave him a few moments to think it over before he broke the silence, “still thinking? We can circle back to it later.”

The boy crossed his arms over his chest with a low huff. “No, I want to do the terms now so you don’t back out. And I don’t know. Trying to find something to top you but it’s hard.” Oh, he could tell the boy something that is hard right now but he digressed. “Let me guess, you already have an idea.”

“I do,” he oozed out his alpha charm. “it’s easy. You can look pretty on your knees again as you swallow down my cock.”

There was a louder huff that emanated from the boy this time. “So I go to dinner at your sister’s place and give you oral? Not sure how that benefits me asshole.”

Peter thought it was rather obvious. “Uh maybe because you like my alpha cock and enjoy the taste. And let’s be real Stiles, you came from sucking my dick before so I think it benefits you greatly.” Due to the glare the omega gave him, Peter gathered, he didn’t quite feel the same way. “Okay fine, after you blow me, I’ll rim you. You can’t pass up that offer. My tongue in your ass and I’ll make sure you orgasm at least twice.”

Uncrossing his arms, the omega shifted once more on the seat cushion as Peter noted some pink forming on his cheeks. Oh yes, he may have found the golden ticket.

“Fuck,” was mumbled under his breath yet it was clearly audible. “I totally shouldn’t agree to that. You really are all about the sex.” His tongue swiped the bottom of his lip. “But,” the boy squirmed. Maybe he’s leaking slick just thinking about getting eaten out. “Ugh, fine. Blow job and rim job in exchange for the dinner. I just hope I don’t regret agreeing to that.”

“Splendid.” Peter jumped up and started removing his belt from his pants.

Stiles hands flailed in his direction. “What the hell are you doing?”

Again, Peter thought it was rather obvious. “Getting ready for the blow job.”

The omega sighed loudly and signaled stop with his hands. “Not now dude. Jackson could come home at any moment. No, we need to set up at a time.”

Well, that was rather disappointing and somewhat of a mood killer. “Fine, let’s set up a time for our sexual adventure.” He was going to push for sooner than later. He yearned for that boy’s wet mouth around his dick.

Stiles gave him a weird look. “Don’t call it that. We’ll title it like dessert date.”

Now it was Peter’s turn to oddly eyeball the boy. “Dessert date?”

“I don’t know. Aren’t we both getting a treat?”

Well, he couldn’t argue with that. “Fine, dessert date it is. Just pick a day that is good with you.” He offered as he re buckled his belt.

“Weekends probably best. You got more room at your place. Are there times when Derek is not around?”

“Derek is a big boy. He can handle some moaning and groaning.”

“Nope, not happening. Your nephew is not going to over hear anything we do.”

This was getting harder and harder to negotiate. “Well remember, part of the time, your mouth will be full.” Peter wasn’t surprised that he was given a death glare. “Okay fine. I’ll have to see when he works and when he won’t be around.” Perhaps it will be better – that way he can take his time with the omega and possibly drag out a few more orgasms between the two of them.

“Let me know the options and the time for dinner.”

“I will and please wear the maroon shirt I purchased for you. We do want to impress once more.” Stiles didn’t say anything, probably expecting to be asked to wear something nice. “Well, it was nice doing business with you again Kitten. I do look forward to when we actually do the exchange of goods and services.”

Narrowing his eyes, the omega stood up. “You make it sound like a business transaction. And don’t get used to it. I’m cutting you off after this next time.”

Peter was fairly sure it was an idle threat. He now knew a few more buttons he could push with the omega to get what he desired and for that matter, clearly what the boy also craved. He was definitely looking forward to doing just that – he couldn’t wait to see how far he could actually nudge the boy in the future.

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Stiles smoothed down the silky material down his flank as he strolled to the family area taking deep breaths as he went.

It was stupid. So stupid. He didn’t know why he agreed to go to Alpha Hale’s house for dinner. Well, he did know why because he evidently is turning into Peter – he was swayed by the promise of orgasms from a tongue by a certain alpha and that was just idiotic.

Well, maybe only a little idiotic.

And now he was anxious. He has interacted with the woman alpha a few times over the years since she’s Cora’s mom but not a whole lot by any means. He hasn’t really been in her presence for an extended period of time especially with the focus primarily on him.

As he approached the family area, Jackson glanced up from whatever television program he was watching. Letting out a whistle, the alpha cooed, “looking good Princess.”

“Thanks.” He twisted his fingers together. Why was he so fucking nervous?

“Is this actually a date this time? Or are you still being stupid?”

Stiles was a little insulted but his friend was basically right on point so he stuck out his tongue at him. “Stupid, I guess. I told you that we are not dating.”

His friend shook his head with a sigh. “Okay then why are you going to his sister’s place for dinner? That sounds more serious than doing just doing a favor.”

Ugh, why does he have to interrogate him like his father? Why can’t Jackson just let sleeping dogs lie? “Well, it is, a favor” he stated sheepishly, nibbling his bottom up. “We kind of have an arrangement so…”

The alpha smirked widely as he apprised Stiles. “Holy Hell Sti, is he giving you the big dick down in exchange for going to dinner with him?

He was horrible and the omega so couldn’t lie to his best friend. “Not entirely,” he shuffled his feet on the carpeted floor under the scrutinizing gaze of his friend. “More like a friendly blow job and rimming.” There he said it and really, he feels a little better coming clean to Jackson. It was hard holding it in.

Snickering, the alpha knee slapped himself. “Was that also the favor that was exchanged when he took you to the reunion?”

“You’re so annoying.” And he was sort of surprised that the alpha deduced that so quickly. “That time it was just a blow job. Happy now?”

Crossing his legs, Jackson appeared smug. “Well, I am trying to decide if I want to congratulate you for being more of a slut for his dick than I originally realized.” Stiles rolled his eyes at his friend – he was not a slut for Peter’s monster cock. Or maybe he is. Shit, he really does like his big dick. “Or hit you over the head for not doing more with said dick. I would have thought you would have wanted to impale yourself on it again.”

“I told you already. You know I don’t want to come across too easy and I want him to work for it more.” See, Stiles can be reasonable.

“Sti, you literally agreed to join him for dinner in exchange for sexual favors.”

Waggling his finger at his ex-best friend. Yes, ex it is for sure since he called him like that. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water,” I.., shit. Just shut up.”

Jackson laughed at him as Stiles felt the vibrations of his phone go off in his pants pocket. Pulling it out, he saw a message from Peter saying he was here. “He’s here so I am leaving now.”

“He’s not coming up to get you?”

“Absolutely not. I don’t need the two of you bonding any more than you already have.”

There was definitely a pout that formed on the alpha’s face. It was so the worse that he got along with Peter so well. “When should I expect you back this evening?”

“Um,” that was a good question. Peter and he had their tentative dessert date set up for after the dinner. Maybe he’ll be too tired to want to come back home or the alpha won’t feel like driving. “Not sure. I might be spending the night at his?”

“Hot damn, you’re getting your rim job tonight? Better bring a change of clothes.” He was so right for that so he quickly replied to Peter that he would be a few more minutes.

Climbing into Peter’s car, Stiles threw his sling bag into the back seat with a slight huff. Closing the door, Peter glanced in his direction. “Are we in a mood already Kitten?” The alpha asked as he eyes roamed to the back of the car.

Fastening the seatbelt, Stiles side eyed the alpha. ‘It’s Jackson. He’s so irritating and annoying and ...” fucking right half the time. “I might have let a few things slip out and now, he’s just standing on a soap box and ugh, never mind. “

Stiles knew what would happen once Jackson was filled in with everything. He realized he would be team Stiles and one night stand alpha. He just wasn’t prepared to hear everything he had to say and be told that he’s practically an idiot. “And, not to mention, he’s literally pouting that he didn’t have a chance to commiserate with you. I mean, how is that my life now?”

Peter snickered as he began to pull away from the apartment building. “You know I may need to amend how I feel about your alpha friend. I do believe I like him.”

Stiles leveled a look at the other. “You’re the absolute worse.”

“Now now Kitten,” Peter said in comforting tone laced with some sarcasm as he placed his hand on Stiles’ knee and squeezed. “Don’t get your panties in a twist now. You still have a long and exhausting evening to go.”

Plopping his head on the head rest, Stiles exhaled. The alpha was right. First an awkward dinner with one Talia Hale and then potentially multiple orgasms with one Peter Hale. How did even he get here? Oh he remembers now – his stupid omega is an idiot and weak for Peter’s sleazy charm and monster cock.

They arrived at Alpha Hale’s house relatively quickly – quick enough that Stiles didn’t have a chance to get more anxious.

As Peter pulled into the long drive, he hummed under his breath. “Looks like Derek is already here.”

Stiles swiveled to side eye the driver. “Derek is going to be here too?” Stiles just assumed it would be him, Peter, Talia Hale, and possibly Cora.

“Unfortunately, so. The evil spawns known as my niece and nephew will be in attendance. The brats wanted a front row seat to see me squirm. Sorry, that puts you in a rather uncomfortable position.”

Damn straight it does. “Cora better well bake me two cakes for this.” The car came to a stop and Stiles nerves bubbled once more to the surface. “On second thought, you can just take me home. Send my apologies to your family.”

Peter ran his thick digits through his short hair as he stared out through the windshield. “I understand. It’s a big ask.” Stiles was somewhat surprised that the alpha seemed to be contemplating doing what Stiles requested even if he wasn’t quite sure that it was the right thing to do. He should go through with the dinner. He made a commitment but it didn’t mean he wanted to. “But are you sure? You’ll be missing out on my tongue in your ass and at least two orgasms?”

Sighing, Stiles glared at Peter. He shouldn’t have been surprised that was where his mind went. “You know,” he spat out, scrunching his face up. “Sometimes you’re so infuriating and… fuck,” his stupid omega mind was going to win this round. He really did want the alpha’s tongue in his asshole. “Fine, let’s do this.” Stiles agreed but made sure he turned his head so he wouldn’t have to see the satisfied grin on the alpha’s face.

Peter rang the doorbell as Stiles took a deep breath. He wasn’t sure why the woman intimidated him so much but she did. And since he has not interacted with her much over the past few years, he really wasn’t sure what to expect. She was always nice to him when he did see her, yet, her presence just screamed formidable and terrifying to a somewhat meek omega.

“Baby brother,” the older alpha cooed as she welcomed Peter into her arms. “I’m so glad you could make it.” She grinned widely as she let go of the embrace and focused on Stiles. “Hello Stiles. It’s been a long time. Too long.” She held out her hand and he quickly took hers into his. Her grip was tight but not hurtful and the handshake provided him a chance to look upon her. Her straight black hair was pulled taut in a bun. She wore a silky green button up blouse accompanied by a slim pencil black skirt. And interestingly, a pair of strappy heels that made her taller than both Peter and Stiles. She presented her strong image well and he could see how much Derek resembled his mother. More so than Cora but all the Hales were beautiful in their own right.

“Hi Alpha Hale. It has been. Thanks for having us over.”

Releasing their handshake, the elder alpha nodded her head. “So polite and respectful but please, call me Talia. No need for anything so formal.”

He breathed out knowing he didn’t have to be quite so formal. “Now do come in. Dinner is almost ready. I have both Cora and Derek finishing up so the food should be on the table momentarily.” She back stepped from the door to allow them full entry into foyer. “What would you like to drink Peter?”

“Any wine that you have would be wonderful.”

She nodded her head as she turned to Stiles. “And what would you to like to drink? I have many options.”

The wine sounded fantastic and perhaps would calm some of his nerves but he has no filter on a good day. And he already knows what happened when he imbibed alcohol with Peter the last time. He probably should play it safe just in case. “Water will be fine. Thank you.”

“Very well. You know where the dining area is. We will join you shortly.”

Peter closed the door behind them and immediately placed his hand on the small of Stiles back to lead him the right way. His fingers slowly caressed the bottom of his spine either to play up the part on doting alpha or to calm Stiles more. In reality, Stiles didn’t care as he leaned into the barely there caresses. He almost felt like he could purr and fuck, he was like a cat, damn it.

The dining room came into view and there was a large oak rectangular table that was probably big enough to seat ten but tonight there were only five chairs surrounding it. There was chair at either end, one chair on one side, and then two chairs on the other side. Peter guided him to the side that held two chairs and slid out the one for Stiles. He took his seat and Peter helped him push it in.

“Someone is being rather gentlemanly this evening.” Stiles admired taking in the table setting. Talia had brought out the fine china for this occasion.

Taking the seat to the left of Stiles, Peter tilted his head. “it’s not that uncommon and you have witnessed it before.”

He was sort of right. Stiles has seen glimpses of Peter being a gentleman. “Not sitting at the head of the table?” Stiles queried but he was fine with the alpha sitting right next to him – felt more at ease but thus far, Talia hadn’t terrified him too much.

“I will defer to Derek this evening,”

Stiles nodded and reached for the cloth napkin and placed it on his lap. Everything was so nice and he hadn’t even seen the food yet but he could smell spices and seasonings wafting from the kitchen. “Shit, I should have brought something. I’m a horrible guest. What was I thinking?” Oh god, he probably made a terrible impression now. Hell, he even brought donuts to Peter’s for breakfast.

The same hand from the car was on his knee again and he kind of hated how quickly the comforting touch made him feel so instantly better. “It’s fine Stiles. Don’t get yourself worked up about it. Talia surely wasn’t expecting you to bring anything.”

He didn’t know if that was true or not but he did feel a little bit better with the alpha saying that and gently squeezing his knee.

Before he had a chance to spiral or think any more, Cora appeared with a huge smile on her face carrying a platter of chicken. “Hello Uncle Peter,” she taunted as she placed the large dish on the table. “And hi Stiles. Glad you could join us.”

Stiles wasn’t usually a petty person but he felt tonight called for some pettiness. “Cora,” he slyly matched her grin. “I expect two cakes. One chocolate and one red velvet.” It was only fair; she was a big reason why he was in this situation. Okay her and the promise of a tongue in places that feels really good.

Her right eye almost twinkled as she cocked her manicured brow above it. “I see someone is rubbing off from you Uncle Peter.”

“I don’t necessarily see that as a bad thing Cora.” Peter interjected.

“Yes of course Stiles. I’ll bake you two cakes and will try to have them to you as soon as I can.”

“Awesome.”

There was a lot of food and Stiles almost didn’t know where to begin. There was roasted chicken, some angel hair pasta with marinara sauce, green beans, corn, mashed potatoes, and yeast rolls accompanied by cinnamon butter.

Yet, he was grateful for the distraction the food brought since everyone was focused on eating and the conversation was generally about the family bringing everyone up to date with their lives. Basically, Stiles shoved food in his face and nodded along with some of the chat until the plates were empty. And then, it was focus on Stiles time.

“So Stiles,” Talia addressed him questionably. “Cora says you work in a bookstore? How do you like that?”

Quickly wiping his mouth free of any leftover crumbs, his eyes landed on the alpha at the head of the table. “Yes, I do. I love it. My boss is super sweet. It’s a great gig. Do I see myself doing that for the rest of my life? Probably not but right now, it’s great.”

“How lovely. It’s not always easy to find something that we love to do when it comes to work.”

She was right so he nodded in agreement. He understands there’s a lot of people out there that work because of the money, not because of the love of the work.

“He works at the bookstore on Main.” Derek supplied. “That charming one that gets old books in frequently.”

“Yes Derek,” Peter practically snarled causing Stiles to side eye the alpha. “We already know how much you like the bookstore and adore the book of poetry that you absconded from there.”

Snorting, the other alpha shook his head. “You’re being ridiculous again. I bought the book and yes, I enjoy it. Maybe you should go check out the store someday so you’ll understand.”

Picking up his glass of red wine, Peter took a sip after swirling the contents. “Perhaps I should.”

“Boys, no bickering when we have a guest.”

Stiles didn’t really understand what the hell was going on but he’ll take it since the conversation shifted from him.

Yet, it didn’t last long. “Sorry about that Stiles.” Alpha Hale looked upon him fondly. He was going to respond that it was fine but she continued on as she stroked the glass stem of her wine glass. “Tell me exactly how you two met and got together? Cora wasn’t exactly forthcoming on the details.”

And oh shit. How has Stiles still not come up with the epic meet/cute story yet? He just knows his eyes probably showcase the classic a deer caught in a headlight look as he took in the occupants of the table.

Talia’s expression was curious. Cora appeared smug – an expression he has seen on her uncle before. Derek was more concerned like Stiles might blurt something out embarrassing to his mother.

And Peter, the smirking asshole leaned on his left elbow staring at Stiles with his sea ocean blue eyes. “You want to do to the honors Kitten? The last time you said you didn’t like the way I told the story.”

Oh, he was going to kill him again. “Um sure,” he swallowed deeply as he took a deep breath. “It’s kind of cheesy but believe it or not, our eyes met across from a crowded room. It was love at first sight.”

As he relayed the corny story like Peter did from the reunion, he couldn’t even look at the man. He already knew he would be grinning like a maniac that Stiles used his stupid story. And he was for sure going to catch flack for it.

Once again, Stiles wondered how in the world that this was his life?

Oh, he remembered – tongue in his ass later.

Stupid omega

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Peter knows he can be ass. Hell, it’s an inherit trait by now - so ingrained into his soul that sometimes he doesn’t know how not to be. However, he is trying his hardest to not have it shine through at the moment.

And its hell of difficult with the omega sitting beside him rehashing the same tale Peter spun at the reunion on how they met. And impressively, the boy has retold it pretty much word for word. Peter also made sure to interrupt like Stiles did and emphasize it was annoyance at first sight and not love. That had caused a death glare to be casted his way.

Okay, the asshole tendency came out with that and he couldn’t help the smirk on his face as the omega spun the web more. He was going to get flack later no matter what so he might as well say his two cents. Hopefully, the boy won’t back pedal on the blow job because of it.

It’s just he couldn’t help it – the boy is just wonderful when he is flustered and backed into a somewhat corner. He blushes, stutters, and flails. It’s quite the sight and amusing in Peter’s book.

On the plus side, Talia seemed engrossed and didn’t even question the preposterous story. Cora sat back and luckily didn’t say anything on the contrary and Derek just wore a befuddled look. All in all, despite the squirming and an egregious glare from the boy, it went fabulously.

Peter did note the omega did breathe a sigh of relief when the table was cleared and apple pie was brought out. The alpha just hoped the younger man didn’t get too full. After all, he had some jizz to pour down his throat later.

Opting to be a nice guest, Peter cleaned up the dessert and started putting items in the dishwasher. Plus, selfishly, he was ready to make haste. He had dessert number two coming up soon.

“I have to admit I was rather skeptical when Cora first told me.” Talia loomed next to him placing a forgotten glass into the sink. “I really didn’t think you were dating an omega or at least thought it was just a thing you did for one evening. But,” her lips pursed as Peter rinsed out the glass. He side eyed her waiting to hear what she was going to say. “Stiles is an excellent fit for you. Someone who can keep you on your toes. From what I remember of him, he can be sarcastic and feisty.”

Oh, he is and more. “He can be. Glad you approve dear sister.” And was he really? This was all a charade to not have her nag him to death. He wasn’t really expecting to get any kind of blessing out of this. He didn’t know how to feel about her liking an omega he brought to dinner. This was completely new and alien territory for him.

“Treat him well baby brother.” She smiled while she rubbed his upper arm. “I am happy that you found someone.”

And fuck, she might not be as happy if she knew the whole truth. Perhaps it was time to leave now.

It was Peter’s turn to sigh in contentment as they finally reached the car and were on the way to his place but not before he gave his nephew a hint to not rush coming home. The younger alpha had morphed his face in disgust and an annoyed huff.

“That wasn’t really so bad, was it?”

Stiles hadn’t said much since he started the car. “Actually no. I was more scared thinking about it than it actually was. Your sister still screams intimidation but she was cool.”

He can’t argue with that – she is for sure a very formidable alpha. “I do hope you’re still up for our second round of treats?”

“Yep,” the p was popped for emphasis. “I brought a change of clothes in case we were too tired to take me home. I hope that’s okay. Don’t want to assume or anything,” The omega spoke as he looked out the window.

That explained the bag from earlier. Truthfully the alpha in him wouldn’t mind having the omega sleeping next to him – breathing in his sweet aroma. Hell, having the boy nearby would probably be relaxing. Yet, he’s not going to pressure or even be the one to make the call. Even if he doesn’t feel like driving and Stiles wants to go home, he’ll take him home. It’s fun to tease and jest but he doesn’t ever want the boy to truly feel uncomfortable.

“It’s fine. You are more than welcome to spend the night if we decide we are too exhausted. I think it was a good idea to be prepared.”

He shook his head in agreement. “Cool.”

The rest of the short ride was rather quiet. When they pulled into the drive, Stiles spoke up. “You know, maybe we should start with the rim job and then do the blow job. As much as I hate to admit it, you have a valid point. I’m quieter with your massive cock in my mouth so that way, we can be louder before your nephew comes back home.”

Peter quirked his head. “Clever. I like the way you think but no.” The boy started to protest but Peter held up his hand. “By the time I am through with you, you’ll be a pile a goo which means your mouth probably won’t work as well. I don’t want to take that chance.”

“Unbelievable,” he muttered under his breath.

Perhaps but it was a valid point per Peter.

They exited the vehicle and made their way to the house. Peter locked the door behind him and slightly encouraged the boy towards the stairs by leading him with his hand placed on the small of his back. The boy huffed out something inaudible, yet he still went where Peter led him to.

Once arriving in his bedroom, he closed that door for privacy and made his way towards his bed as the omega stood nervously in the room. “You are anxious again?” He questioned while Stiles took his right thumb nail into his mouth.

“A little.”

And that wouldn’t do. He could make a snarky comment on what he can do to help calm him but instead he took a few steps towards the boy and cupped his right cheek. Slightly caressing it, the omega leaned into the touch and whined just a little. “So tactile and responsive.” He wasn’t even sure if Stiles realized how much he reacted to an alpha’s touch. Or maybe it was just Peter’s touch? He may need to find out a way to figure that out but that’s for later.

Coming back on line with an eye flutter, he groaned. “Why do you do that?”

“Because your omega enjoys it and the sensation seems to calm you down.”

Batting his hand away, Stiles shook his head. “Let’s just get this show on the road.”

That was fine by Peter. Plus, he had to admit his cock twitched at the bossiness of the brat. He back walked to the bed and sat down with a sly smile as his eyes roamed over the boy. Taking in his fill, he reached for one of his pillows and tossed it on the floor between his splayed legs. The boy’s eyes attempted a quirk and then traveled to his large endowment. Darting his tongue out to swipe at his bottom lip, Stiles grumbled. “We can’t do this on the bed? Like you lean on the headboard?”

Ah, perhaps he was trying to find more comfort or just wanted something different. However, Peter is going to be a little selfish with this dessert date. He’s waited long enough to enjoy this prize again. “I don’t think you realize the picture you paint when you’re kneeling between my legs.”

Blush formed on his cheeks and he appeared like he wanted to say something but instead he just dropped to the pillow. Because whether Stiles liked to admit it or not, his omega was hungry for Peter’s cock. Verifying, Peter’s thoughts, the boy Immediately had his fingers work on Peter’s belt and began unfastening the buckle. Next was the top button to his pants and the zipper. The alpha helped to pull some of the material away but he let the boy pull out his massive girth that was trapped under his briefs.

His dick sprung forward in temporarily relief after it’s bindings were taken away with some pre-cum already forming at the tip. “Fuck,” he mumbled. “How do I keep forgetting truly how big you really are?”

The alpha in Peter preened. Yes, he was probably a good ten inches. “Well, my cock is awfully excited to see you and that mouth of yours.”

He was anticipating a snarky retort or hesitation but the boy dove in licking the tip and swirling around the slit. He proceeded with soft little kitten kisses up and down his shaft. Peter couldn’t help but tangle his digits in the boy’s brown hair. “You are like a kitten with those kisses.”

There was a glare, yet the omega continued his love (or worship) for Peter’s cock from moving onto tongue swipes all around his cock. He arched with a moan when the tongue pressed on the underside on a vein. “Fuck, you ever want to quit the bookstore, you could make a living sucking alpha cock.”

The licking subsidized as the boy pulled off his member slightly, with drool connecting the two of them. “You want me to quit my job and go into sex work?”

“Well, just oral work. Not all the way.”

“Right,” he said sarcastically as he swallowed Peter’s dick down once more as far as he could take his length.

The alpha moaned as the friction got more intense and the boy hollowed out his cheeks. “Don’t knock it. You could make decent money.” He could just barely make out the word that was rumbled around his dick. “I can still tell you said asshole.”

“I’m just being complimentary.” Peter afforded through another groan.

Air hit his hard cock as the boy pulled off once more. “Are you going to keep up with the running commentary?”

It was tempting since the boy is a joy when flustered. But his dick would disagree at the moment. “Carry on.” He insisted while he tug the boy’s hair lightly to encourage him to engulf his cock once more.

Stiles swallowed him down and brought his hands up to wrap around the part he couldn’t fit in his mouth. Peter wondered how much time it would take Stiles to swallow his whole length. Maybe he could convince the omega to practice with him weekly until he can take him to the root. Sounded like a plan to Peter.

Now, though, he would enjoy the sensation of his fingers moving around, circling, grasping, and even migrating to message his balls. Between the digits, the tongue swirling around, and the wet heat of his mouth; Peter was enjoying the feeling. He was becoming harder with every suck and suction.

With his tongue diving into his slit once more and his hands doing a jerking motion; Peter was getting close. His balls were drawing up. “I’m going to cum down your throat.” He hoped it was enough warning since he barely eked out the words when his orgasm hit him.

“Fuck,” he shouted as his jizz shot into the boy’s eager mouth. Stiles continued his onslaught with his tongue. Not letting up licking or sucking – he was evidently wanting to ensure that Peter was taken care of through the aftershocks. Or maybe he was just eager to swallow more alpha cum down his throat.

The boy pulled off and Peter looked through slotted eyes as the omega wiped his tongue along his red swollen lips. He already appeared debauched. His brown eyes locked on his for a moment almost like they were etching this memory into their minds but then it was broken when he spoke, “my turn now.”

The words were almost demanding but they were just as shaky as his body when he rose up from the floor. His limbs lose and not entirely stable. Yet, the boy was making a point showing Peter he was ready to move on to the next step since he was already unbuttoning his shirt with trembling fingers.

Peter almost offered to help but he had a sense that Stiles wanted to show control right now so Peter deferred. Yes, as much as he is satisfied right now, it is no hardship to eat the omega out. His slick is divine and he wants to give the boy what he had offered. He wants him to enjoy it and quake under him. If it means being passive while he gets ready and leads them towards their next treat, he will do just that.

Therefore, he kicked off his shoes and dropped his pants to the floor, kicking them to the side. He debated taking his briefs all the way off but since they were not having actual sex, he opted to keep them on so he tucked his spent cock into his underwear and pulled them back up to the waist.

Placing the pillow back on the bed, Peter stood up and noted that Stiles was now completely bare. He had divested himself of not only his shirt but his pants and underwear as well, “Back or on front?” He asked as Peter took in his milky white skin – remembering all the moles he had licked the time they were together. How responsive he was when Peter played with his nipples. “Peter?”

And oh, his staring must have been longer than he thought. “I would prefer to see you fall apart but I think if you kneel on the bed, it will be easier.” Maybe, for round two, he will have Stiles lay on his back so he can watch his face come apart.

The boy immediately scrambled on top of the duvet and quickly presented himself ass up. For someone who had been a bundle of nerves walking into the bedroom, they must have dissolved during their oral fun. The boy is showing no signs of modesty between his nakedness and vulnerability at the moment.

Peter took in the pale expanse of his back as well of his pretty hole that was already leaking slick. His bedding was about to get messier. “Someone is eager.” Peter licked his bottom lip anticipating the sweetness and tartness that was going to hit his tongue.

“It’s hard not to get excited about having a tongue in your ass so…” his head nodded in Peter’s direction. “Are you going to stare or put that snarky mouth to work?”

Bossy once more. He had an inkling to swat the bottom that wiggled in front of him but that wasn’t on the menu tonight so regretfully he would have to check that craving for now. Yet, his cock twitched just thinking about swatting that ass a few times.

Adjusting himself, he climbed on the bed and settled himself between the omega’s bent legs. Inhaling, his nostrils could smell the arousal dripping between the boy’s thighs. Oh yes, this was going to be a treat for sure.

Leaning in, Peter took a long swipe of his tongue from the boy’s balls up to his asshole catching some of the leaking fluids as the omega quaked. Savoring the substance in his mouth, Peter then concentrated on just the entrance – circling the rim a few times while sporadically inserting his tongue collecting sweet omega slick each time.

Stiles moaned out “alpha” a few times and arched back towards Peter as well. Yet, he mostly teased at first with the same motions but as Stiles got increasingly louder, Peter pushed his tongue further into the muscle that flexed around him.

He continued suck and lick around his hole, swallowing any liquid that leaked from the boy. Yes, in fact it was dessert and he yearned for more but he also craved to get the boy off.

“We didn’t discuss it being on the menu but my fingers can go deeper and hit that sweet spot” Peter offered as the omega whined and pushed back more into Peter

The boy took a moment to answer. “Yes fine, it’s a chef’s special just recently added to the menu.” Inhaling with a tremble, he continued, “use your fingers now. I need….”

“I just love your dirty talk, Kitten.” He jested as he plunged one of his thick digits into the boy’s quivering hole.

“Fuck,” he groaned out as more slick leaked around Peter’s finger. “Still snarky even in bed.”

And now Peter must find a way to negotiate to get this boy naked once more with the caveat of spanking included. “And you are rather bratty.” He stated succinctly as he pushed another finger inside of him. “Now, let me work my magic.”

For once the boy didn’t retort back and allowed Peter to do just that. The alpha quickly made his way up to three fingers pushing and probing deep inside as the omega moaned wantonly. After a few swipes against his prostate, Peter added his tongue once more to dial up the sensation as well as drink up the nectar that was oozing out like a sieve at this point. He rotated from licking around the rim and pushing inside next to his fingers.

“Fuck,” Stiles groaned as he pushed back onto Peter’s thick digits.

He kept up the ministrations for a few more moments, when he heard the boy call out, “I’m going to cum.” Peter continued to lap as syrupy goodness exploded inside his mouth as well as through the aftershocks.

Once the boy stopped trembling, Peter ceased his servicing. He didn’t want to over stimulate; they did have a round two coming up.

Wiping his mouth of leftover slick residue with the back of his hand, Peter fell to the right side of the bed. Stiles shakily moved his wobbly knees and collapsed away from the wet spot he left of the coverings. Peter would need to wash them later but that was a tomorrow problem.

“Fuck,” the boy whined as he plopped his arm over his eyes. “You do know what you’re doing,” almost breathlessly he continued. “I hope your nephew didn’t come home during all that. That would be super embarrassing if he overheard me.”

Preening at the praise and knowing he wrecked the boy, the alpha in Peter could help but smile. “I think I heard him.”

“What seriously?” The arm flung away from his face and his head swiveled to meet Peter’s eyes.

Still smiling, “if you didn’t notice, I was kind of busy so I have no idea.”

“Jerk,” he playfully shoved at Peter’s now sweaty chest. “Like I know you promised two orgasms but I think I need some time to recover.”

Truthfully, he needed a little time as well. “Sure, we can rest for a bit.”

And just maybe they both fell asleep in a blissful state.

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Stiles didn’t mean to fall asleep at Peter’s. He was relaxed and sated and thought he would just rest his eyes for a few moments before the alpha pulled a second orgasm from him. Instead, he was out like a light and woke up in his bed, with covering on top of him that appeared sometime during the night.

No doubt, the mattress was super comfortable and he slept like a baby. Plus, admittedly, he didn’t hate waking up to the scent of alpha everywhere. Stiles also realized that alphas just all seem to carry a heady scent – some have more oak and cedar embedded in them. While others permeate with musk. Some like Jackson just seem to carry a rich rain forest fragrance to them. In reality, Stiles notices the odors but usually they don’t much for him. Mostly, he can sometimes smell the perfumes wafting from them and other times, he doesn’t notice at all.

But fuck with Peter, Stiles feels like he can bathe in the man’s scent all day. He’s almost a combination of it all – fresh pine after a mid-morning light rain mixed in with a fresh water lake that matches his eyes. Yes, his omega just might want to dive in an only come up with air when needed.

And yep, he totally didn’t know how to feel about that.

Stretching into a starfish position, Stiles deduced he was alone in the bed. Popping his eyes open wider to get more acclimated to the room, he noted the alpha didn’t seem to be in the bedroom at all. Sitting up with the covering pooling at his waist, Stiles debated with a shower. It wasn’t his place but he felt a little icky since he was positive, he slept in dried cum all night.

Glancing around the room, his eyes caught his sling bag on a wing backed chair by the door. Peter must have retrieved it for him since he completely forgot about it. So he deduced, a quick shower was on the table for sure since he had his change of clothes.

Stiles felt more human again once he was under the hot spray and soaped up his body. He hoped the alpha didn’t mind that he used his products.

Once he was dried off and dressed, Stiles made his way downstairs and his nose was assaulted with a sweet cinnamon smell. Strolling to the kitchen, he saw Peter at the griddle preparing something. “Smells so good. I hope that it was okay that I used your shower.”

“It’s fine. I do hope you found everything okay.” Plating what appeared to be French Toast, Peter swiveled and set the dish on the kitchen table. “I also hope you’re hungry.” Stiles nodded and took a seat and eyeballed the bacon and the glass of orange juice. “Just regular orange juice this time.”

Reaching for the glass, Stiles smiled. “Thanks. You didn’t have to go to all this trouble dude and sorry that I fell asleep.”

Peter quickly had his plate ready and took a seat from the other side of the table. “It’s fine. I think we were both tired. I was going to make breakfast anyway so it’s not a hardship. Normally, it would be pancake day but Derek is covering for someone at the gym.”

Biting into some bacon, Stiles exhaled. He was actually relieved that he wouldn’t have to see Derek this morning. He was going to be way too embarrassed if the alpha had overheard him the night before. “Cool. Thanks.”

Peter nodded and cut up his French Toast. Taking a few bites, he paused to consider Stiles. “However, I do believe I owe you another orgasm.”

He did.

“Well, I guess we can schedule something.” Maybe. It was stupid. He didn’t actually need the alpha to get him off again. They could just end whatever the fuck it is that they have been doing together. Stiles doesn’t even know how to define it. Like are they really friends with benefits because he wasn’t sure if Peter qualified as friend. They for sure were not dating. Yep, maybe more like boner buddies. That could work to describe this weird relationship.

“Sure Kitten. I did rather enjoy our dessert date. Pencil me when you have some free time.”

Yeah okay, this might be a thing again.

And he was fairly confident that he wanted it be a thing again and that his omega would make sure of it. Which may not be the worst thing ever.

They had chatted through breakfast and Stiles helped cleaned up because yes once again, his dynamic screamed to aid in doing the dishes. They had even sat on the back deck for a bit conversing or more bantering with one another before Peter drove him back home. It was almost domestic like and Stiles didn’t hate it.

Once arriving back to his place, Jackson was dressed in his workout gear, holding a water bottle, and appeared to be on his way out since he wasn’t sweaty or smelly. “Thought I was going to have to send out a search party.” The alpha groaned as he pocketed his keys that were on the small table by the door.

“I texted you.” He knew his roommate would be worried about him so he made an effort to periodically send him messages. “You going to the gym?”

“Yep, it’s a last-minute thing. Just found out hot ass dude is going to be there so…” His eyebrows rose to the top of his forehead. “And you? Did you get your dicking?”

Stiles walked around his friend with a gruff. “We each got an orgasm but there was no actual penetration.”

“Oh lord, you’re being more than a Princess than usual. At least it’s something, I guess. Yet, for the record, I still think you’re being stupid.”

“Well, it’s working for us.” He attempted to say with some authority but the delivery felt somewhat flat so he stuck out his tongue for emphasis.

Snickering, Jackson shook his head. “Okay Sti. I’m heading out. You can tell me more about the sexual adventures of Stiles later. Or should I say the adventures of how to be sexual with an alpha and not actually receiving a good dicking.”

“You’re the absolute worse,” he jested as he waved off his friend. He so would not be telling him anything.

Okay, he just might.

Stiles took some time to just chill out once his friend left. He lounged out on the sofa and ate junk food as he watched some mindless TV. He figured he deserved it after his night with both having to eat dinner with Talia Hale and then be eaten out by her brother Peter. The Hales exhausted him so he was going to enjoy some down time.

Jackson had also had texted saying he was going to run some errands so Stiles queued up another show to waste more time. About halfway through some crime show drama, there was a knock on the door. He hoped it wasn’t an unsolicited visitor because he didn’t feel like dealing with that Hitting pause, Stiles lumbered his way up to open the door. “Dad?” He was surprised to see his old man at his door step. He would stop by unexpectedly here and there but it was a little unusual.

Noting he was wearing his sheriff’s uniform, he deduced he was either on his way to work or on his way home. “What’s up? Everything okay?” He wanted to make sure all was good to quell any anxiety before any bubbled up too much.

“Yes son. I was on my way home and decided to just stop by and instead of calling. Is this a good time?”

The beta wasn’t portraying anything serious yet it still seemed a little odd. “Yeah sure. Come in. Jackson isn’t here.” He moved to allow his dad to come into his apartment. Closing the door, he gestured towards the small living space. “I was just watching TV.” He explained as he took his seat on the sofa once more as his dad sat in the beaten recliner that he had retrieved from behind a dumpster a couple of years ago. “What’s up?”

His dad’s eyes danced around the space. Probably eyeballing that things were in need of any repair. He always looked out for Stiles no matter what. He knew there were a few water stains near the ceiling that he hoped his dad wouldn’t spot or he would try to climb up the roof himself to assess any water damage. His eyes wandered for a few more moments before focusing on Stiles. “You know how we have a station barbecue every summer?”

Oh yes. There were some fun memories from when Stiles was a kid. The station would run on a skeletal crew with a rotation that allowed every police officer and deputy to attend. The parking lot would be cleared out of all police vehicles and it would then hold grills, tables, games, and some tents for shade. Stiles loved it when he was kid since so many of the games were more targeted to younger children but he still managed to have a good time as he got older socializing with everyone and eating because yummy burgers. “Sure do Pops. Is it that time of year already?”

“Yes, it is, believe it or not.” He crossed his legs with a glint to his eye. “So I am officially inviting you and that stand by alpha.”

And what?? “Dad? Again, it’s stand in and why? I told you we’re not dating.”

“Because whatever ridiculous thing you are saying or how you’re classifying this relationship with him, I don’t believe you. Besides, this sounded like a great opportunity to meet this alpha. He won’t feel cornered or trapped. Or be my entire focus since I’ll be manning a grill for part of the afternoon.”

He sort of made a point. If he ever introduced to the alpha to his dad, it would be better in a bigger setting yet, “I don’t know if he’ll want to go dad. Us doing favors for each other is I guess you can say complicated.” Or odd or not something he wants to admit to his dad. Nope, there’s no way he can say, hey dad, Peter and I are boner buddies. So not going to happen.

“I’m sure you can make it uncomplicated son. You have cerrtainly gotten me to do a lot of things over the years just with batting those brown eyes of yours. I’m positive that this alpha probably can’t say no to you.”

Well, Stiles wasn’t positive but also, his dad could be right. Thus far, Peter has agreed to a many of things and has respected his boundaries. It’s just that he knows there will be another price to pay. There is no way the annoying alpha will just agree to going with him. Nope, he will for sure want something sexual from Stiles in return.

And Stiles isn’t sure if he cares that much if the exchange of services are similar as before. After all, he is entitled to another orgasm from the man. “I’ll see what I can do. No promises.”

“That’s all I can ask son. Tell Jackson come too.”

“Sure will. You want to stay and watch some TV with me?”

His dad smiled and rose up from the chair he had been sitting on. Taking a seat next to Stiles, he nudged him with his elbow. “I would like that.”

A few days later, Cora texted and asked when he would be at home. He let her know and she promptly showed up at his door at 5:30. Holding out a rather large circular container towards Stiles, she grinned. “I believe I owe you a chocolate cake.”

Making grabby hands, he gathered the cake from his cake. “Actually, I think it’s two but I’ll take this for now.”

He walked his prize towards the kitchen as Cora made her way inside. Placing it on the counter, he decided he could use a treat before dinner. “Wanna a slice?” he called over while opening a drawer to retrieve a knife.

“Sure. Where’s your annoying roommate?”

Slicing a couple of generous pieces onto plates, Stiles made his way to the living area where Cora had already made herself at home. She had flopped onto the sofa and had her sock clad feet propped on the coffee table. Smiling, she reached for her offered plate as Stiles got comfy next to her. “Thanks.’

“Thank you and he’s working or working out. I don’t know.” Forking into chocolatey spongey decadence, Stiles practically moaned around his first bite. “Fucking delicious.”

“Glad you approve.” She took a few bites as well but didn’t garner the same reaction. “So do I want to know how things are going with you and my uncle? Derek told me you two were doing the hanky panky again.”

Stiles glared at his friend. “Firstly, how old are you? Secondly, I don’t know. Fine. Odd. And I just prefer to classify it as boner buddies and it seems to be working for us.” He thinks so anyway. Actually, he’s not even completely sure. “How about you and Isaac? How are things between the two of you?”

The beta side eyed him as she pointed her fork towards him. “We’re fantastic actually and don’t change the subject. I want to say ew but you and my uncle are both definitely weirdos and possibly stupid idiots.”

“Um thanks?”

“Listen Stiles, if you’re happy, that’s great. I still think it’s weird but you guys are two consenting adults and if he hurts you, I’ll break his face.” She stated casually as she shoved another bite of cake into her mouth.

The omega smiled at his friend. “Thanks Cora but I don’t think that will be necessary. We’re not that serious.”

Shrugging her shoulders, the beta nodded her head. “Okay then, good talk.” Scraping the remnants of the frosting off the bottom of the plate, Cora tilted her head to gaze more at Stiles. “So speaking of being stupid, Uncle Peter made some kind of deal with Derek and now has to wash his car wearing nothing but a Speedo.”

“Sounds interesting.” And possibly sexy as fuck – Peter Hale in a Speedo wouldn’t leave much to the imagination. Would probably see the outline of his huge dick and sculpted buttocks. It certainly could be a sight to behold.

“I thought you might say that.” She giggled. “He’s washing the car this Saturday and you should go. I am being promised videos of the spectacle and I want you to take them for me.”

Looking skeptically at his friend, Stiles attempted to cock his eyebrow but failed spectacularly. “Why don’t you just go and watch?” Stiles wasn’t totally against going and staring at the alpha but he was curious as to why she was encouraging him to do so.

“Look, it’s going to be hilarious but I do not want to bear witness to my uncle half naked and prancing around with his endowment showcased. I can laugh at the videos and fast forward parts I don’t want to see and besides, I thought you might enjoy the show.” She stated succinctly with a wink.

Yes, he probably would indeed. “I mean I can but I don’t want to intrude.” It also could be a good opportunity to ask Peter about going to the station barbecue.

Waving her hand, “you won’t trust me. I have a feeling my uncle will love to swagger in front of the omega he’s been fooling around with.”

The blush crept onto Stiles’ face. He had a feeling she was probably right. He could totally see Peter seizing this opportunity and dialing up his flirting tenfold. “Okay, fine I’ll do it,” he tried to ooze out a reluctant tone but he was positive he failed. It really wasn’t much of hardship and he hoped that Cora didn’t pick up on that too much.

“Perfect. “I’ll let you know the details.”

After Cora left, Stiles couldn’t help himself. Now that he knew he would be seeing Peter in a few days, he wanted to reach out to the alpha.

[Adorable Omega] So I kind of sort of need another favor

[Cocky Alpha] Hello Kitten. Sounds like we may have a need for another exchange of mutually beneficial services?

[Adorable Omega] I suppose so. I guess I’m coming over on Saturday to video you washing Derek’s car so we can negotiate then. It was Cora’s idea.

[Cocky Alpha] What a pleasant surprise and I’m not shocked that my meddling niece asked you to do that. Yet, I cannot wait to show off my newest swimsuit. And I’m sure we can come to another lovely agreement

Stiles wanted to roll his eyes and huff out loud but he who the hell was he kidding? He was sure the alpha was right. They would probably will come up with something insane.

The omega just can’t seem to say no to what the alpha offers.

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“Why are you so giddy?” Derek’s voice loomed from across the kitchen as Peter bounced over to the kitchen table with a mug of coffee.

Glancing up to his nephew, he grinned widely. “Because a certain omega will be here soon to stare at my ass for most of the morning. I made certain to concentrate on my glutes all week.” Derek’s not the only who works out. Peter maintains a healthy workout body as well. Maybe not as much as his nephew but he does his due diligence.

The younger man sighed loudly. “I thought this would be a fun idea to embarrass you and make Cora laugh but now I have to suffer witnessing you flaunt yourself in front of Stiles for most of the morning.’

“Blame it on your sister. It was her doing. I am only taking advantage of what was presented to me and I personally don’t plan on squandering this opportunity.” Oh yes, Peter is going to work on showcasing his body in hopes of getting the boy riled up. He hopes to see the flustering and the blushing. What started out as an annoying repayment has now become something fun to look forward to.

“I already gave her a hard time and she laughed and told me to shut up and cry about it.”

Snorting, Peter reached for his coffee. “You know I think she’s slowly becoming my favorite of my sister’s spawns.”

“Ass.” The younger alpha teased back. “I’m going out to the garage to make sure we have all the supplies.”

Taking a sip of his hot beverage, Peter nodded. “Okay, I’m going to finish up in here and then get changed.”

Peter couldn’t decide if he wanted to wear a shirt or go bare chested. He was prone to sunburn but if he was already showing off his ass, he wouldn’t mind getting his pecs involved as well.

Still debating, he heard Stiles vehicle pull up in front of the house since it’s no shade of quiet. Glancing in the mirror, he opted to leave his torso bare – might as well leave the omega wanting more.

Peter got down the stairs and outside noting that Stiles had the tailgate open and was pulling some items out. There was a beach chair, a cooler, and a bag that Peter assumed contained snacks. “Someone came prepared.”

Yelping, Stiles startled and peered over the swing gate of the Jeep. “I wanted to make sure I was comfortable and wasn’t really sure how long it would take for you to wash a car.”

Peter grinned. Oh, he’s going to take his time. Hell, maybe he’ll even wash Stiles Jeep. Might as well swagger this ass for as long as he can. “It’s fine. You should be comfortable.” The omega smiled and shut the door. Grabbing his chair from the ground, he stopped as his head became eye level with Peter’s body. Straightening all the way up, his eyes roamed very obviously across his chest down to his bulge.

Adam’s apple bobbling with a light shade of pink dotting his cheeks, Stiles moistened his lips. “Wow, so like I see you’re ready.”

“Yes I am. Tell me Kitten, like what you see?”

“Um,” he stammered. There was the flustering and uneasiness. “Definitely have everything out there. That swimsuit doesn’t cover much.”

No, it doesn’t. And maybe Peter squeezed into a smaller size at that. “Well you have it, might as well flaunt it.” Peter winked as he spun around for affect. “Now why don’t we find a place for you to set up so you have a bird’s eye view?”

“Yeah sure.”

Derek brought over a few buckets filled with soapy water and sponges as Peter got the hose set up. He wasn’t a connoisseur of hand washing a car but he had a good idea on how to do a decent job. So once all the supplies were set up, he deemed himself ready to not only wash Derek’s but to put on a show for Stiles.

“I’m heading inside for now so I don’t have to witness the spectacle of you flirting with the omega.” Derek stated in almost teasing tone. “I think he’ll take enough video.” He pivoted to walk towards the front door, “oh, try not to break his brain. I can only imagine what you are going to do with a tight, wet swimsuit on and flaunting that fact in front of him.”

Peter toothily grinned at the other alpha as his eyes traveled across the way to where said omega was perched in his chair. He was not quite in ear shot and the distance should keep him from getting any residual water from splashing onto him. “Not sure I can promise that dear nephew but I will try to dial it down a notch if it seems he’s going off line.” Yet, Stiles does paint a pretty picture when his eyes go unfocused and he becomes somewhat speechless.

“Whatever,” the alpha waved his hand. “I’ll come back out in a few to see if you need anything.”

Peter didn’t think he would need much as long as he had a contented omega leering at him. Yelling over at the boy, “get that phone ready Kitten, I’m going to start washing now.”

Stiles smiled and gave a thumbs up while he reached for his phone.

Okay, Peter really put his hips into it so to speak. He made sure to swivel his hips and bend down when cleaning the tires. It would have been easier to crouch but he wanted to showcase his ass so he bent over instead. Every once in a while, he would glance over his shoulder to see Stiles reaction. The omega for the most part, kept his phone up recording the alpha but he definitely noted the boy adjusting himself more than once. Yep, he was enjoying the show.

And he was convinced if he strolled over to where he was, the boy’s face would be pink and he would be leaking slick. He did desire to do just that but he took a deep breath and continued on his task. As much as he wanted to get the omega riled up more, he was also over washing Derek’s car and just wanted to complete the task.

Once he rinsed the car, he began to towel off the water residue and droplets. By this time, he noticed Stiles wasn’t recording any longer but he was still watching Peter intently, Therefore, he ensured he swayed his hips more and shook his butt for a good measure. He also made sure to turn to face him and stretch his glistening chest so the omega had a good view of his wet torso.

Throwing the wet towels on the drive, Peter began collecting the buckets and cleaning supplies to one area. As he triaged the items, Stiles collected his things as Derek came out to play supervisor. “Car looks good. I could see that Stiles was getting a lot of video evidence.”

“Glad you approve nephew. Want to make yourself useful and help me clean up?”

The other alpha huffed but he did what he was asked. He dumped out the used, dirty water and threw the wet sponges in the laundry area. While Peter put away the cleaning supplies and gathered all the wet towels.

The only thing left was to coil the hose and turn off the water. Both he and Derek went to grab it at the same time and their fingers hit the nozzle. Water came flying out immediately, getting Peter wet again and falling onto Derek as well. The other alpha cursed under his breath but it was the squeal that caught Peter’s attention.

Standing in front of them was an omega who didn’t look very pleased – his shirt had caught the brunt of the water that arched out. His hair was somewhat damp and his pants had some water splatter too. “Shit, sorry.” Peter exclaimed as he dropped the part of the hose he was still gripping on.

“It’s fine.” He gritted out. “Just startled me and the water is cold.”

“Yes. Sorry. Let me get you a towel or something.”

“I’m fine. Thanks for asking Uncle Peter.” Derek grumbled out as he collected the hose. “Going to put this away and change.”

Peter nodded his appreciation but Derek was probably being more helpful because he wanted to get dry. “No, it’s cool. I can just go.” The omega pointed his thumb towards his vehicle. “I don’t live that far and I’m not that wet.”

“I thought you needed to ask me something.” Stiles’ face contorted as he remembered that yes, Peter was correct. “Listen, I need to take a shower. I think I have some clothes that don’t fit me anymore. You can change into them and then we can talk.”

The younger man almost looked like he was going to protest when he opened his mouth but then he didn’t say anything but sigh. “Okay, I don’t want to put you out but dry clothes do sound nice.”

“Great.”

Peter was able to guide him to his bedroom with minimal protest. Stiles declined having his clothes washed and dry due to the length of time it would take so Peter grabbed a plastic bag so he could put said clothes into it.

He found some clothing that longer fit him tucked in a bottom drawer and handed the items to Stiles and pushed him towards his en suite before he could object. He offered the shower if he was interested, otherwise, Peter left him to his own devices collecting his change of clothes as he headed towards the guest bathroom.

Yes, he would have preferred to shower and change in his room but he knew Stiles has been in his room a couple of times previously so he assumed the omega would feel more comfortable there.

Peter was grateful for the hot shower especially after tugging wet spandex of his ass cheeks. Once he felt more human again, he toweled dry himself off and stepped into dark gray joggers accompanied by a teal-colored Henley. At this point he was going for comfort – he had already impressed Stiles for the day so he assumed he could dial it down for now.

Approaching the family area, Peter noted that the omega had made a space for himself on the left side of the sofa. He had his legs curled up on the cushion and was scrolling through his phone. As Peter inched closer, his breath hitched. The alpha in him wasn’t quite prepared to see the boy wrapped up in his clothing. The old t-shirt that was emblazoned with Yellowstone National Park hung low to right side of his shoulder. The faded maroon color contrasted with his pale skin nicely and emphasized his collar bone very obscenely. The black sweat pants were bunched up at his ankles yet Peter couldn’t tell how big they were on the boy with how his legs were twisted up.

“Oh hey,” the omega paused his scrolling and glanced up at Peter. “Derek said he was going… actually I don’t remember. He said somewhere and he would be back soon.”

Peter nodded but his stupid alpha was still mesmerized by the omega wearing his clothes. It liked it. The alpha liked it a lot actually. And he didn’t know what to do about it – how to feel about it. He has never had a reaction like this before and it was odd but invigorating at the same time.

“Earth to Peter.”

His eyes flickered from the long expanse of pale collar bone to honey dew eyes that were staring at him quizzically. Shaking his head to come out of the daze, “yes sorry.” He took a seat on the opposite side of the sofa and inhaled deeply to calm his inner alpha. “Thanks, well, that gives us time to talk about your favor that you need to ask.”

The boy shuffled and turned to face Peter. “It’s kind of crazy how many favors we keep having.”

It was. Maybe it was odd. Peter didn’t know for sure except that he kept getting a blow job and an orgasm out of it so he won’t complain. “I guess we’re just that kind of people.” He frowned internally at that lame response. “Oh, I forgot, you need a drink or anything?”

Waving his hand at Peter, Stiles shook his head. “Nah, I had enough sustenance while you washed the car. If you call that washing. I think someone was having way too much fun.”

Maybe just a bit. “I didn’t hear any complaints.” The boy’s cheeks flushed beautifully.

“Anyway, so yeah favor. It’s ugh, kind of awkward. See,” the boy bit his bottom lip nervously that Peter has determined is default mode when the boy is anxious. “There’s an annual sheriff’s station barbecue every summer and it’s coming up soon. They take shifts so everyone can attend. The whole place is basically closed off for food and games. It was awesome when I was younger. Now, I go for food and socializing and,” he paused as his eyes looked at Peter sheepishly. “Fuck, so my dad wants my stand in alpha to come. And he’s really not taking no for an answer.”

Peter stared at the younger man for a few moments as he gathered his thoughts. His dad? At police barbecue? Lots of police with lots of guns. Hell, that seems worse than the high school reunion. “So you are asking me to go a barbecue where your dad will be with a gun and lots of other police with guns?”

Stiles face scrunched up in confusion. “You think they are going to shoot you?”

Running his fingers through his hair on the top of his head, he exhaled. Peter is usually rational but yet, “the thought has crossed my mind. After all I did deflower you. Your father may not be pleased so he could potentially shoot me and all his buddies would cover for him. My body may never be found nor any justice served.”

Stiles snorted and Peter really failed to see the humor in his explanation. “You didn’t deflower me dude. I’m an adult and my father is not that stupid.”

“Well, we already established that your previous sexscapades hardly qualify so yes, I indeed did re- deflower you.”

The omega wheezed out now, still very amused. “That totally sounds like something I would say. It’s fine alpha, you don’t have to come.”

And fuck, he slid in the alpha moniker. It would be hard to say no when he addresses him like that. The omega is good – knows how to get under his skin and wiggle his way in getting what he wants. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t. it’s just another big ask so I think it would call for extra reciprocation.”

He should totally get two blow jobs out of this. Stiles nodded in agreement as he leaned his elbow on his bent leg. “I suspected as much. I assume you want the whole nine yards this time.”

Interesting and he doesn’t seem like he would object to putting more on the menu. The alpha couldn’t help but smirk as he wetted his bottom lip with his tongue. This exchange could possibly offer him the prize that he has been yearning to collect again. Yet, he wanted the toe the line carefully. Was it worth it going all in on just mutually beneficial services? Or was it best to still play the long game? His dick and his mind were on two different thought processes with which way to go.

“You know I am a selfish man and as you proclaim, enjoy sex quite a bit.” And his brain was going to win out this time, “if we’re going to have sex again, I want it to be because you want to, not because we are exchanging favors.”

The omega sat up straighter as his eyes narrowed in concentration. “Interesting,” he finally said after a beat of silence. “That’s where you draw your morally gray line? Everything else is good for an exchange but not the actual act itself?”

“Color me surprised as well Kitten but yes it seems that is where I draw the line.”

“Okay then, then what else would else would you want? There is no way you’re just settling for something like we did before.”

And he is not wrong about that. “Correct. I want full access. Kissing, licking all over your body including those dark rosy nubs on your chest. Sucking your cute omega cock. Of course you looking pretty on knees. Plus letting me leave a nice mark on your neck and oh, a couple of smacks to your bottom.”

Yep, that should do it. Peter can so live with all of that. Would he prefer to sink into the omega once more? Yes, but this was a close second. It would still make for a very delightful evening.

As par for the course, the boy squirmed and flushed. Just thinking about what Peter wanted to do him evidently got him worked up. “That’s a lot you want to add to the menu.” He was half expecting a but or some kind of challenge. “And you want to spank me?”

“You tend to be a brat in bed. Trust me Kitten, I do enjoy a bossy bottom but the alpha in me yearns to smack that sweet ass of yours when your mouth gets away from you.” Oh yes, the pale butt cheeks will look very nice in a light shade of pink.

The boy mumbled ‘fuck” under his breath but tried to remain in control. “I really shouldn’t agree to this with you again.”

Peter leaned over to get more into the boy’s space and practically whispered. “Ah but Kitten, you know you enjoy it as much as I do.” Stiles could try to deny it but he craves the interaction as well. Probably as much as Peter at this point but it’s still cute to watch as he battles his brain.

There was a sharp intake of breath. The omega’s control was slipping and Peter was fairly positive he could convince the boy to cash in the favor right at this moment. Yet, he wouldn’t. He’ll cede the control to Stiles and let him decide the when and the where. It’s hard and frustrating but it’s better that way – he can get more of what he wants and for longer with Stiles pulling the strings.

“So I should probably go.” He muttered under his breath not all that convincing. “I’ll let you know the details and we can set up our next dessert date.”

Inclining away from Stiles, Peter nodded. “Yes indeed. I look forward to our next dessert date.”

In reality, was it just dessert this time? Peter thinks it’s going to be more like a four-course meal and he can’t wait to have fun and see the boy fall apart once more.

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Stiles grinned like a toddler on Christmas morning at the cake pop and plastic cup filled with his favorite flavor of cold brew. Reaching for the cup, Stiles beamed across the table. “Thanks, Jax for the amazing treat.”

“Don’t get used to it. My generosity is fleeting.” The alpha smiled as he reached for his own cup of some refresher he purchased. And it was a true sort of. Jackson can be frugal but also generous at the same time when it comes to his friends.

“So…” he dragged out the word for emphasis. “Anything new with the hot instructor at the gym?”

The alpha leveled him a look over the rim of his cup. “No Princess. Other than when he does teach, his class kicks my ass.”

“He should totally ask him for his number.” Stiles declared as he picked up his chocolate cake pop. It was a tossup between cookies and cream and chocolate and today the chocolate won out.

“Yeah sure,” he blew out some hot breath. “He only ever has a gaggle of girls surrounding him after class who swoon over him. Plus I’m stinky and sweaty. I’ll pass.”

Stiles took a bite of his treat and hummed around the goodness. “If he likes you back, he won’t care that you smell.”

His friend eyeballed him while he wrapped his fingers around his cup. “Tell you what, I’ll just do that once you realize that you and Peter are not just boner buddies. Which for the record, is super weird.”

Now it was Stiles turn to glare at his friend. “Well, that’s what we are and even so, Peter doesn’t want anything more. He’s a cocky player – an alpha with charm and sex appeal. He doesn’t want anything serious.” And Stiles thinks he’s okay with that. He has fun with Peter. They don’t necessarily need to be anything more than what they are. The man has a big cock and they banter – what else does he need?

“Okay but has he been playing the field lately?”

“He’s been playing me.” By flirting and pushing his buttons. Hitting certain pleasure spots. Oh yes, the alpha has for sure been toying with him quite a lot.

Jackson sighed audibly, “no dumbass, has he been messing around with anyone else?”

Stiles thought about the question for a moment. “I don’t think so.” He’s fairly confident that Peter isn’t going out and hooking up with others but he wasn’t one hundred percent sure. “It’s possible but I guess he’s not.”

“See? If the man was still being a being a player, he wouldn’t keep dabbling with you.”

Stiles wasn’t totally convinced. Peter seems pretty set in his ways. “Maybe but I am a sure thing. Mostly. He doesn’t have to work as hard to get something from me as he would if he picked up a random stranger.”

Jackson reclined back in the chair, apprising Stiles with his stern eyes staring into his insides. “I think he’s working harder than you think. And even if you are easier than a rando person, he wouldn’t keep agreeing to these favors or what not. Because they seem rather high maintenance. He evidently enjoys being with you.”

His friend was making sense. He really was but Stiles still had a hard time believing it or maybe he didn’t want to believe it. Taking another sip of his beverage, he let the thoughts ruminate around his brain for a few moments. “I guess you could have a point but I don’t know.”

“You know what Sti? I’m going to do you a favor. Invite the man over and I’ll talk to him. We’ll swig back some beers and watch a game or something.”

Stiles balled up the napkin that his cake pop had been on and lobbed it across the table at his friend who easily ducked out of the way. “Absolutely not. You are forbidden from talking to him.”

“You’re no fun. Please let us hang out. We won’t just talk about you. We can talk about fashion and how amazing we are.”

“You’re worse than my father. And stop trying to steal my stand in alpha to be your weird cohort.” He pouted. “Besides, Peter is coming to the station’s barbecue. Dad is making him come and you usually stop by. So, I am assuming you’ll find a way to ingratiate yourself between us.”

Jackson smirked like a cat who caught a canary. “That is fucking awesome that your dad that. Oh yes, I’m not going to miss it for the world. I can watch you squirm and be buddy buddy with your boner buddy.”

He really hated his best friend sometimes. He really was the worse.

Stiles spun to observe his reflection in the mirror. He couldn’t but grin like a maniac. He figured two can play that game and he believes he maybe even upped the hand.

Peter freaking Hale pranced around in that way too tight swimsuit showing off his ass cheeks. The alpha flexed his biceps way too unnecessarily and made a show pumping out his chest more than once. Washing a car didn’t need all that extra pomp and circumstance but of course Peter would step it up a notch.

Stiles understood almost right away what the older man was trying to accomplish and boy, the omega wanted to show how unaffected he was. Yet, it was clear that was never going to happen. Stiles did get turned on. He’s not blind, okay? Peter can be a cocky asshole and leak sleaze from his pores but he is one sexy alpha.

Therefore, Stiles yearned to dish out too. He hadn’t been sure when or how but then he realized the barbecue at the station was the perfect time to get payback.

He made sure to grab the smallest crop top he had owned which in this case was a dark red one that had picture of cat on it that said Meow (and yes, Stiles caught onto the reference of being called Kitten). He then made sure to pick out his shortest shorts that were a lighter denim with long pockets that drifted below the hem line. They also were dotted with some small holes that his pale skin would peak through.

Yes, staring at himself in the mirror, he believed he would get his revenge and have one turned on alpha for company.

Smiling at himself, he heard a throat clear behind him, “going to a club or just grabbing a burger at the station?”

“You know that I’m not going to a club Jax.” But he was trying to go for that vibe with his clothing options.

“That poor alpha. He’s going to be as hard as rocks and won’t be able to do anything about it since your father will be around.”

Twirling to face his friend, Stiles continue to grin. “Good. He made me wet the other day actually, he made me wet in more ways than one so he deserves to have a massive hard on for the afternoon.” Seemed more than fair to Stiles. “You want ride with us?”

The alpha nodded his head. “Um no fucking way. I don’t want to be enclosed vehicle with the two of you. Besides, I’m probably going to head out before you’re ready to leave.”

“Okay, he should be here soon. And Scotty isn’t going. Busy or something.” Stiles wasn’t surprised since Scott hadn’t attended in the last few years.

“More food for us. I’ll see you over there and try to behave.”

Stiles wasn’t sure if he could do that or not.

Operation get under Peter’s under skin was working. Actually, it was working more quickly and better than Stiles could imagine.

He had barely got himself buckled into Peter’s car when he noted the alpha was already visibly reacting. The man was white knuckling the steering wheel and oh so subtly tried to adjust his large endowment in his khakis with this left hand.

“Everything okay alpha?” Stiles asked teasingly as he widened his pale legs. “You seem tense.”

The older man side eyed Stiles yet still focused on the road. “I’m fine. You know meeting your dad and spending the afternoon with a bunch of police officers.”

Nodding his head, Stiles looked out the passenger window at the various buildings that lined the road. It was a good story but he was fairly sure that wasn’t the underlying reason of his tension. “Interesting. You usually seem so unaffected by things.”

There was a snort. “Well Kitten, it may come as surprise to you but even with all my exquisiteness, I do have some imperfections. I can’t be perfect all the time.”

Whipping his head to look at the other man, Stiles’ mouth gaped open. “You truly are the embodiment of cocky alpha, you know that?”

“Someone has to be.”

“You really are impossible.” Stiles breathed out as he relaxed into the leather bucket seat.

He’ll work on getting under Peter’s skin once they get there. Two can play that game. Stiles will do what Peter did – he’ll make sure he bends over a lot and stretches frequently to show off his milky white stomach.

They had to park across the street since the whole area around the sheriff’s station was cordoned off. As they walked over, Stiles noticed quite of few people had already arrived. He smiled knowing everyone who worked there would be able to take some time away from work to have fun, socialize, and eat some good with family and friends.

It was a nice tradition that was done each year that did bring most members of the force in attendance. The small festivity was closed off to the general public yet they would never turn anyone away if someone happened by and wanted to join in some fun.

As they approached the entrance, Stiles felt compelled to reach for Peter’s hand. He wasn’t sure if it was because he wanted to keep up the charade or because for some reason he needed some confidence. He wasn’t usually anxious when attending but today, he had some butterflies flapping around. Maybe it was because he was so damn exposed and was concerned that some alphas may gawk at his ass.

Yet, he was able to take a deep calming breath when Peter didn’t reject his gesture and actually squeezed his hand like he knew that Stiles craved some reassurance.

“Stiles” The voice called over happily as his dad approached seemingly out of nowhere.” Glad you’re here son.” The sheriff smiled, pulling the omega into a hug. Releasing from the embrace, his dad quickly focused on the alpha next to him. “And you must be Peter? The alpha who Stiles has been hanging out with?”

Their hands were still interlocked but he was clasping Peter’s left hand so he was easily able to shake his dad’s hand without letting go. “The one and only. Pleased to meet you sir.”

“Polite but please call me John. I do really want to get to know you a little better but I do have to make a few rounds so neither of you leave without finding me. And Stiles,” his dad looked at him sternly. “Couldn’t you have put more on some more clothes? Jesus kid, one of my deputies might take you in for indecent exposure.”

Stiles sputtered out a chuckle. “It’s not that bad Pops.” The beta’s facial expression indicated he didn’t agree.

“Keep an eye on him Peter. This one has a knack for finding trouble.”

He does not. Well mostly anyway. “I will do my best John. It was nice meeting you and look forward to more chatting later.”

The alpha let out an audible sigh as Stiles watched his dad retreat back to wherever he was assisting. “Are you intimidated by the father?”

The slight intake of breath didn’t go noticed before Peter answered, “for a beta he has a formidable presence. Again, he knows how to work a work gun and I have thoroughly debauched his omega son so there may be a little anxiety.”

“That’s kind of adorable.” Peter glared at him. “Oh stop. You got off easy so far. I know he wants to interrogate the shit out of you so for now, let’s go play some stupid carnival like games and you can win me a dorky prize.”

“Fine.” He mumbled and this time Stiles squeezed his hand for reassurance.

After playing some games, Peter did manage to win a prize for Stiles and he chose a bright pink teddy bear. They socialized some with Stiles running into some deputies that had known him since he was kid and then it was time for food.

Stiles pulled out his phone as they waited in line since it vibrated. “Jackson is parking now. We’re going to get him food too.”

“Wonderful, I can commiserate with him and we can talk fashion and how wonderful we are. And you can flit around with all the deputies you know.”

Flit around? Yep, he’s old. “You know,” Stiles scrunched up his nose. “I don’t think I like how well you two have bonded.”

“Would you prefer us to hate each other?”

Perhaps. No. Actually it was a tossup really. “I don’t know. Just stop commiserating with him.”

“Okay Kitten.” Stiles noticed the alpha liked to do that. He was so easily agree to Stiles yet he was realizing he said it more to please him and not necessarily because he was going to actually do it.

Once they got some burgers, chips, and drinks; they made their way to a table under tent where there were lots of folding tables and chairs set up. “What do you think?” Stiles pondered as he opened up a bag of sour cream and onion chips and looked at the pink bear sitting next to his plate. “I think Pinky is too on the nose to call it. Maybe Rose?”

Peter had a soda can in his hand as he looked over to the stuffed animal. “For a teddy bear?”

“Yeah, you’re right. Ooh I know, I’ll call it Berry Bear.” The coloring was brighter than a strawberry but it seemed fitting.

Peter nodded and took a sip of his Diet Coke as his eyes wandered interlaced with lust. “Cute top by the way. Seems perfect for you.”

He had been wondering when the alpha may comment on his outfit today and hoped the man would approve of the choices. Yep, take that Peter Hale -there’s some payback for you. “Believe it or not, it’s an old shirt but I when I saw it, I was like I know an alpha who would appreciate the graphic.”

Peter smiled and appeared to have a remark on his tongue yet he was stopped. “Hey Sti.” Jackson called out sliding into the chair next to Stiles. “And hello Pete. Thanks for getting me some food.”

“Sure and this is Berry Bear by the way.” Stiles pointed to the teddy almost prideful.

His friend glanced at the plush. “Cute and let me guess, ole Petey, you won it for him?”

“Yes,” the older man grinned widely and preened like he beat the most skillful game ever in winning Stiles a prize. In reality, it was a basic ring toss that just about everyone won something who played. The games here are more about having fun and not too challenging.

“So Jax,” Stiles spoke in soft even tone in hopes of placating his friend. “Dad hasn’t interrogated Peter yet. I have a few people I want to catch up with and evidently Peter is excited to talk fashion with you.” The two alphas looked at one another and spoke something silent among themselves. “Yeah okay, you are both weird and the cockiest alphas I know. Anyway, can you show some restraint and behave yourself while I go off for a few after I’m done eating?”

It was sort of a big ask. Jackson could either be a lot of fun just talking shit with Peter about snobby things or he could try to pry more to figure out their odd relationship dynamic. Yes, he kind of wants to know where Peter’s head is at yet ,he feels like he should be the one to be asking and figuring it out and not his friend.

“Of course, Princess. Anything for you.” His lips curled upward as he grabbed his burger.

“That’s so not as reassuring as you think it is.”

He snickered yet Peter chimed in a surprising non teasing tone. “Kitten, go have fun. I can tell you have known a lot of these people for years. I promise, we won’t talk about you. Mostly but you’re bound to come up. But I really do want to speak with Jackson about style.”

Again, it seemed odd to Stiles but whatever. Maybe it wasn’t the worse thing the two alphas got along. And God knows, he would not want to talk about what they seem so interested in talking about. “Okay.”

He agreed but somewhat hesitantly.

“Oh and Kitten, maybe try not to eat too much. I was thinking we could possibly get dessert later.”

Stiles eyes widened since he instantly knew what the alpha was implying. How was it now the tables seemingly have turned on Stiles? He was playing the part of tease and now the man has gotten the upper hand.

Ugh, he was so dang frustrating!

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Peter stared almost mesmerized as Stiles collected the trash and threw away the items into the receptacle nearby. A stray wrapper had fallen to the ground (probably purposefully) and the omega had made a show of bending over just so the bottom part of his ass cheeks stuck out from the way too short shorts he was donning.

The alpha grinned and wetted his lips with his tongue. The boy knew what he was doing and Peter for sure knew what the omega was trying to achieve. And honestly, it was working. From the moment he laid eyes on Stiles earlier, he had been hard and aroused. He looked scandalous and Peter yearned for a treat. He’s just hoping the boy will reciprocate and want to have their dessert date later today.

They hadn’t set a time yet, only put some days out there but nothing set in stone. But now Peter wants. The boy was teasing him and the alpha really only has himself to blame. Stiles is clever and smart. He can dish it out just like Peter so he realizes that the omega is for sure paying the alpha back for his car wash performance.

And honestly, Peter is okay with that. If Stiles wants to strut around in clothes that barely cover him and Peter can ogle at his milky white skin, he won’t complain. He is perfectly contented to stare at him and all his allure.

A hand waving in front of his line vision caused Peter to come out of his Stiles trance. “Earth to Pete.” Jackson jested. “Are we chatting or are you going to stare at Stiles the whole time?”

“I wasn’t…” he lied but it was rather obvious what he was doing. “I just zoned out looking at the crowd. Sure, we can talk. It will be a nice distraction until his father grills me instead of the burgers.”

The other alpha snickered. “I’ll tell you I tend to word vomit in front of the man. I start gushing random shit out to him like all the time. So be cautious and not overshare. I’m sure you’ll be fine though. He’s super curious about you but at the same time very interested in the alpha who Stiles has been hanging out with.”

Peter likes to believe that he can he handle himself well under pressure yet this did seem like a different ballgame. But if Stiles handled Talia, he can deal with his father. “Well, I am sure it will be fine. We did promise not to talk about Stiles, so fashion?”

Jackson smirked; a coy smile that would match a Hale’s mischievous one any day. “I didn’t promise.” There was a gleam to his left eye that caused Peter to swallow. “Relax,” he waved his hand towards Peter. “I’m not going to say I get this whole boner buddy thing that Stiles likes to call it but he’s getting to feel good and seems happy. As long you as treat him right and he wants to continue to be a weirdo, then awesome dude. Just don’t get him preggers. Sti can be hormonal as it is and I so don’t want to live with that shit.”

“Duly noted on all fronts. And trust me I am not ready to have children yet.” Actually, he hadn’t thought about it much. It could be nice to have some little Peter’s running around the house one day. They would be good looking perfect little beings. But that was way in the future.

“Awesome,” he laid his hands out on the table with palms up. “So fashion?”

In which they did some talking about different styles and designers. Jackson admitted he had an Armani suit but couldn’t usually afford a lot of the brand name designer clothes. He tended towards higher price points and nicer materials fits though when he did shop – just not the most outlandish ones out there. As much as he would like to peruse the shops like on Rodeo Drive, he wouldn’t be able to get much without going in debt.

Peter tended to agree. He could absolutely afford more and is snobbish enough to purchase the upper echelon of designer brands but he’s also somewhat of a tight wad – he doesn’t like spending a lot of money on things if he doesn’t have too. There are enough decent articles of clothing that the alpha can purchase and stay within a better budget. Yes, he probably spends more than most people but he does rein in it and tries to remain practical when necessary.

Their conversation flowed well and Peter didn’t mind it. It was a change of pace and even refreshing to speak to someone who could relate to Peter on many levels. Most of his family can’t relate and don’t get him when it comes to his style sense. He has seen what Stiles throws on so he knows he wouldn’t understand either. Plus, the younger man is just about as a cocky asshole as Peter so yeah, he wasn’t minding the chatting that much.

“I think your reprieve is over.” Peter followed where Jackson’s focus was landing on. And he soon saw what he was speaking of – Stiles leaning into his father holding the bright pink teddy bear in his left hand and still managing to talk animatedly to the beta. And they were heading in this direction. “Yep,” the younger alpha sighed as he slid the metal chair back. “That is my sign. Good luck to you and it was kind of fun. Anytime you want to throw some beers back, let me know.”

Peter nodded. It sure wasn’t the worse time he ever had and it was probably going to be better than what was to come.

The Stilinskiis' approached as Jackson was starting to move away. The three of them exchanged some pleasantries and then the alpha was off to somewhere. Ever being the gentleman, Peter stood up to greet the elder beta and like before extended his hand. “Sheriff. I’m assuming you have time now to chat.”

“Yes. Good thing, I found this one conversing with some of my alpha deputies. The boy being clueless as the day he was born. Laughing and chatting and I know they were staring at his ass. I’m not stupid but I also like to think those men know better when it’s my son. Anyway,” he breathed out as he took the seat that was occupied by Jackson mere moments ago. “As I said before, you can call me John.”

“Right. Yes, thank you John.”

Stiles sighed as he sat next to Peter. “Dad, they were not staring and remember to be nice to him.”

The sheriff leveled a look at his son and waved him off. “I’m been waiting most of my life for this. I’m going to get to enjoy it even if he’s just a stand by alpha.”

“Stand in dad. Not stand by.”

The beta huffed around his breath. “And you’re okay with that?” He asked as his focus was now on Peter. “I haven’t heard of such a thing but he keeps telling me it’s a thing.”

He’s heard of it. Not a lot maybe and nothing he or anyone has known has been one. “Truthfully, I’m just here for the ride and for the lovely favors we have been exchanging.” And perhaps that wasn’t the best way to express what he wanted to say. “I mean Stiles and I do have fun together so whatever he wants to classify our dynamic as, I am okay with it.”

“I see,” the other nodded his head. “I like that you’re agreeable. What do you do for a living?”

“Dad?” Stiles piped in from beside him. “Are you seriously going to ask him twenty questions?”

The sheriff side eyed his son. “It’s only the second one.”

Peter got it. The man wanted to know what kind of alpha Peter is – is he stable? Is he loyal? Can he be a provider? “I’m an accountant. Maybe not the most glamorous job but the pay is decent so I don’t have a lot of complaints.”

“Nice. And just how old are you?”

“I will be thirty five in a couple of months.” He sensed the man wasn’t entirely pleased with the age difference between him and Stiles due to the slight tick to his right eye. “Experience and knowing how to navigate certain things in life come with age. Plus, my career is stable.”

And shit, why was he trying to sell himself to the sheriff? Did he really need the man’s approval for any reason? Not specifically except for maybe helping Stiles out showing his dad he is hanging out with a good alpha. Yet, the alpha in him was relieved and pleased when he noted the sheriff appeared less stress and more relaxed in his seat.

“Listen Peter, I like your answers.” The beta crossed his hands and interlocked his fingers to rest them on the table in front of him. “Stiles evidently likes whatever the hell you two have going on but I do need to know what or if any intentions you do have with my have son?”

“Dad? Oh my God.” The beta waved off the grousing coming from his son. Peter didn’t even have to look to know that the omega was probably both red in the face and pouting.

And he shouldn’t be surprised with the question but he was woefully unprepared how to answer it. In reality, he had no clue how to respond because he had no idea. He did know he needed to tread carefully on how best to word anything he says. He doesn’t want to be overly truthful about hey I want to bang you son. He also doesn’t want to present to the sheriff that they are nothing more than friends with benefits.

Plus, he has a strong desire to ensure that Stiles doesn’t feel bad about how Peter spins things. Yes, they are exchanging favors but it’s not like he hasn’t grown attached to the boy either. He doesn’t want to ruin what they have nor does he want to overstep and say something from left field.

Mimicking the sheriff, he laced his fingers together and inhaled. “Honestly John, I don’t know. Stiles and I have been helping each other out a few times. We both seem to enjoy each other’s company and our personalities meld well together. Neither of us spoken much on what we expect and we may or may not. I think that’s what we enjoy – the unexpected. I can tell you though no matter what, I will make sure he’s safe and never hurt him.”

“Well, I appreciate you being honest and that’s all I can ask for. Plus, Stiles happiness and safety. I may not get this whole thing but thanks for taking the time to speak with me and being there for Stiles.”

“Okay then,” Stiles yelled out. “Are we good now Pops? Did Peter pass all your tests?”

The sheriff smiled fondly at his son. “For now. To be determined if this escalates into something more.” The beta stretched and rose up from the metal chair. “I hear too much food was bought. Take home some burgers and dogs and whatever else before you two leave.”

“Yes, dinner.” Stiles first pumped into the sky with glee.

The older man snickered. “I’ll talk to you later Stiles and nice to finally meet you Peter.’

“You too John.”

Once the man was out of earshot, Stiles slightly nudged him with his elbow. “That wasn’t too horrible, was it? Yet I shouldn’t be surprised my dad was totally going to embarrass me and make things super awkward.”

Peter cocked his head to look upon with the omega was now petting the pink bear. “As I thought for how a police interrogation would go, it wasn’t horrible. Yet, I’m good not going through that again,” pausing, Peter collected some thoughts before continuing.” You know I think I might get it though. I would probably act the same way if it was my child. I’m sure my protective alpha trait would come out tenfold.”

Stiles sheepishly smiled, “yeah? You might be right. I like to think I would be the cool parent but I would probably be totally irrational and embarrass the hell out of my spawn too.” Reaching out to Peter to gingerly touch his bicep, his smile broadened. “Thanks for the stuff you said to my dad. It does mean a lot. I know we haven’t quantified a lot about our dynamic so I do appreciate you saying all that stuff.” Now, it was time for Peter to blush a little. “Now, let’s play a few more kiddie games, grab some food to go, and then head out.”

Peter could get behind that idea.

They did play a few more games and Stiles won a sheet of stickers, enjoyed placing said stickers all over Peter’s shirt. After, the omega conversed with a few deputies and then they were presented with too many leftovers to take home.

Throwing the bag of food in the back of the car, Peter started the ignition but waited before pulling out. “I was serious about having dessert today.”

Squirming in the seat, Stiles adorably bit his bottom lip. “Um, I don’t know. Isn’t Derek going to be home and I don’t have a change of clothes with me.”

Peter tapped on the steering wheel. “I can get us a hotel room if you would like and I’m sure I can wrestle up some more of my old clothes for you.”

“I haven’t even given you back the last set of clothes I borrowed.” Peter shrugged his shoulders. He didn’t care. It’s not like they fit him and admittedly, he did enjoy seeing Stiles in his shirt and pants. “And no to the hotel. Makes it seem more transactional than it already is.”
His fingers drummed a beat for a few more moments before turning on the car. At this point he didn’t think he would be able to convince Stiles. “Or do you think if we share some of this food with Derek, he would give us a pass for our sexy times? I mean there is no way we’re going back to my place. Jackson would never let me live it down if he overheard me moaning and shit.”

“It is a lot of food. I do think it may go a long way in appeasing Derek.” And whatever, his nephew can just deal with it. Peter yearns to be selfish and his way with Stiles. On the plus side, it Is super fun and entertaining to annoy his nephew. “And don’t worry about the clothes. It’s not like they fit me anymore anyway.”

Stiles didn’t answer right away, eyes cast through the passenger window with his left jiggling. He wondered if the boy was leaking slick right now thinking about all the potential fun they could have. Peter hoped he did as well and did want to push for an answer so he knew which way to drive – to his or Stiles place but then just decided to go to his own dwelling. There was a lot of leftover food. If anything, they could eat and watch something on the TV. He could still find a way to enjoy the boy’s company without having an orgasm or two.

Was it his first choice? Nope but like the previous times, it’s better to give the omega the control and let him decide. Usually that way works out wonderfully for Peter. And Stiles is happy too not feeling pressured.

“Yeah okay.” The words were soft but Peter still heard them loud and clear. “I actually like totally keyed up so I’ll deal with any potential embarrassment if Derek overhears anything.”

Peter’s smile formed immediately, “wonderful Kitten.”

They both worked quickly in tandem putting the food in the fridge and a few bags of chips in the pantry. Peter’s thoughts were that they could do their fun times in two parts – one part before dinner and the second one after they eat. After all, it was agreed on that Stiles would spend the night and currently it is way too early to go to bed and he was fairly confident that neither wanted to wait until later to get started. And on the positive side, Derek was currently not home yet he would be later.

“So,” the alpha practically purred as he pushed the omega towards the small kitchen island, placing his palms on the exposed skin near his ribs. “You have been a tease all day!” He murmured as he leaned into the younger’s neck and inhaled cinnamon along his collar bone.

Stiles gasped out lowly, “well,” he whispered as he inclined his neck more to allow Peter more access. He took in the pale expanse greedily with some light nips and licking. “It’s only fair. You did the same thing to me when you washed the car. Flaunting all your assets.”

Oh, Peter is aware. His intention was for sure to get Stiles flustered but he had no idea the boy would try to one up him and he is so not complaining right now. “If I would have known you would have dressed so pretty and present yourself so nicely,” he rocked his now very bulging dick on Stiles thigh. “I would have done it much sooner.”

Groaning and arching into Peter’s cock, Stiles sputtered out, “please alpha.”

“Even your words are so pretty and enticing.” He cannot wait to wreck the boy once more. Licking a long stripe once more along his neck, Peter mumbled into the skin, “remember we have a buffet on the menu tonight? Everything but penetration.”

The younger man nodded his head. ‘Yes,” he barely stated. “Please, let’s go upstairs now.”

Part of him really yearned to just pull down his shorts and bend him over the island but the alpha refrained. “Okay Kitten, I cannot wait to devour you.”

Pulling away from the boy, he quickly threw his arms around the boy’s back and legs to pick up in a bridal carry causing the omega to yelp out in surprise.

He noted some wetness between the omega’s legs. Ah yes, they were going to have a fun time and Peter couldn’t wait to suck down that sweet liquid release from the boy.

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Stiles blinked awake and quickly adjusted to his surroundings. He was in Peter’s room, on his bed and there was still daylight trickling through the windows.

Shifting on the mattress he groaned out in soreness. Fuck, Peter had practically fingered him to death and which now he noticed, the alpha was not presently in bed with him. His eyes traveled over the bare spot towards the night stand where Berry Bear was perched. The alpha must have retrieved the animal from the kitchen from where Stiles had last seen it.

The beady eyes stared back at Stiles. “No judgement from you,” he waggled his finger at the plush. “I’m an adult and can do what I please.”

Sitting up and ignoring the bear’s judgmental stare, Stiles stretched and inhaled. His nostrils could barely make out some food cooking. Glancing at the clock on the bedside table, he noted it was almost 7:00. Stiles’ nap must have been almost a couple of hours and Peter must be cooking up the burgers.

Sliding out of bed, Stiles padded to the connected bathroom and paused as he took in his reflection in the mirror above the sink. “Holy fuck Peter,” he eked out as he saw his appearance. He was sexed out and that was not even having the whole enchilada. His brown hair was completely disheveled and there were some bite marks near his nipples and his hips. Turing slowly to check out his backside, he noted some pinking on his butt cheeks – nothing too bad but there was enough of a discoloration. Peter had for sure enjoyed smacking his ass a few times and truthfully, a new kink may have been unlocked for Stiles.

Swiveling back around, the omega reached up with his fingers and directed them towards the large hickey on the right side of his neck that he avoided initially. Pressing down on the demarcation, he hissed out somewhat. The alpha had sucked a nice bruise on his neck – it was rather big and almost indicated a symbol like gesture to other alphas to stay the fuck away.

He didn’t want to think about the potential meaning too much since he was hungry. Plus, he knows Peter tends to lose some control when in bed so he probably just went overboard and it didn’t mean anything by the image he left behind. Either way, he kind of liked it – he liked being able to showcase such a mark left by a sexy alpha.

His eyes caught some clothing on the large counter as he turned on the faucet to splash some cool water on his face. Guess, he was borrowing some of Peter’s clothes once more which was nice since he didn’t feel like putting his own scantily clad clothes back on.

After pulling on the soft gray t-shirt and black sweats, Stiles made his way downstairs towards the kitchen. His bare feet slid on the tile floor as he stopped abruptly when he noted it was Derek hovering near the table and not Peter.

His voice squeaked out, “oh hey Derek.” His focus drifted to the place settings and saw three plates which meant the alpha would be joining them for dinner. “I didn’t know you were here. Um, did you like overhear anything.” He asked as he scratched the back of his neck with his nerves on full display.

Derek leveled him a look, “what do you think?” Stiles swallowed and felt his cheeks grow flush. “Luckily I plopped my air buds in but you’re still not exactly quiet.”

“Sorry about that. But hey, you’re getting dinner. And,” Stiles scanned the kitchen, “where is Peter?”

The alpha cocked his left brow seemingly not that impressed that food would make up from what he heard but he also didn’t seem to be that irritated either. “He’s out on the deck grilling.”

Stiles nodded his head rather impressed with Peter grilling. “I didn’t know the man could grill.”

The other shrugged his shoulders, “he does on occasion. I think the food might almost be ready.”

Gesturing with his thumb behind him, Stiles back stepped. “I’m going to see if he needs any help.”

Nodding, Derek crossed his arms over his chest, “you good?”

“Yeah, really good. “He stumbled out not knowing where this question was going. In fact, he was really good after all the sexy adventure time with Peter. “Why? I know I’m acting strange but are you worried about me?”

Derek snorted, “just making sure since it looks like my uncle almost mauled you to death so checking in.”

Oh, bloody hell! Stiles quickly reached up with his right hand and touched the bruise on his neck. “Thank you, Derek, but everything is swell and now I’m going to find Peter.”

Stiles wasted no time bolting from the kitchen, not wanting to hear anything else that Derek might say. He was embarrassed enough as it was so he didn’t need the alpha teasing him anymore than he already has.

Spotting Peter over the grill, Stiles approached him tentatively to not spook him. He so didn’t want to be responsible for making the alpha burn himself accidently. “Hey, you need help with anything?” He asked as he sidled up to the alpha,” and it totally smells delicious.”

Peter turned slightly towards Stiles voice but mainly focused on the burgers in front of him. “Ah, Sleeping Beauty emerges. I think I’m good. Just got to throw some cheese on them. Derek could maybe use some assistance with setting the table.”

And yeah, no. Stiles doesn’t think he can be alone with the other alpha right now. Way too awkward for the omega. “He seems to have everything under control. Thanks for the clothes and sorry for passing out for so long.”

Throwing some cheese slices on top of the patties, Stiles could see the alpha almost preening as he puffed out his chest. “It’s fine Kitten. It means I did my job well. I wanted to exhaust you and I did.” He reached for the plate he had next to the grill and began putting the now cooked hamburgers with melted cheese on the dish.

Once he turned off the grill, Peter faced Stiles and grinned like a maniac as he eyes roamed over Stiles taking in his appearance. Stiles couldn’t help but swallow deeply under the scrutiny. “Well, I had a suspicion you would bruise like a peach but yet my expectation had fallen short. Your neck looks even better than I imagined it would Kitten.”

“Glad you’re enjoying your handiwork.”

Still smirking, Peter cocked his head. “I am. Perhaps you’ll let me add some beautiful marks another time?”

And Stiles really didn’t know how to respond to that. Part of him wanted to say Hell yes – mark me up real good alpha. Yet another part was cautious and hesitant. Did he want a boner buddy that left hickies and didn’t mean anything by them? He wasn’t so sure. Yes, in theory, he likes the idea of being marked by the alpha but if Peter was just doing it to do it, he may rather not have a bruise left by the man. He would rather the gesture mean something, yet maybe he could make an exception and just go with it. “We can maybe talk about adding more to the menu.” He answered in a flat tone not wanting to give away his uncertainty. And totally trying to act nonchalant but he wasn’t sure if he pulled it off.

“Very well then.” He sheepishly smiled and Stiles just knew the alpha was already contemplating ways on when and how. And yep, Stiles was for sure curious now how he would indulge Stiles at some other time. “Shall we eat? I’m sure Derek is famished.”

“Yes, I know I have worked up an appetite.”

Stiles had been a little concerned about how the conversation might go over dinner and whether Derek might say anything to tease him or even stare at his neck. Yet, the alpha didn’t. He just ate and made some small talk and Stiles was eternally grateful for that.

“So nephew,” Peter dragged out the word while he wiped his fingers of the last remnants of grease on a napkin. “Stiles is going to be spending the night.” And there goes his reprieve – let the discomfort commence.

Derek narrowed his eyes and groaned under his breath. “Thank goodness I am charging my ear buds so I don’t have to hear anything that might make me gag.”

Waving his hand towards his nephew, Peter cocked his left brow. “Nothing worse than you have heard watching porn. I think you’re just being a prude because you need to get laid yourself.”

Derek scrunched his face in possible disgust. “You know, I still can introduce you to my roommate. He’ll have no issues sleeping with you if you’re in need.” Stiles interjected. It was as good as time as any to bring up Jackson again as a possibility for Derek. He still thinks they could have fun together.

Peter agreed with a nodding of his head. “Yes nephew. It could potentially be a good match for you. He’s kind of an asshole with some brattiness intertwined. And you’ll probably enjoy shutting him up.”

The alpha glared while he looked between both Stiles and Peter. “Right? Because I want to sleep with someone who is a combination of the two of you. Sounds like perfection. Sign me up now.”

Stiles had a chip in his hand and was ready to crunch but paused. “Hey, I think I should be offended at that.” He spat out. “And rude by the way.”

Both alphas chuckled, yet Peter was the first to respond. “I don’t mind sleeping with a brat.”

He blushed hard. Stiles could instantly feel the heat in his cheeks. There was no way to hide the coloring and how he was feeling. Yeah, he knew the alpha liked sleeping him since hey, they keep messing around but to actually hear the words – it is more validating.

“Nauseating,” Derek grumbled under his breath.

“Well,” Stiles came back to himself. “Jackson is obsessed with someone right now anyway even though he’s too chciken shit to do anything about it so I won’t harass you about him right now.”

The alpha smiled in both relief and satisfaction. “Great. One last thing I will be pestered about and for the record Uncle Peter, I don’t need to get laid.” He stated succinctly, inclining his head towards his uncle.

“I beg to differ. Your sexually constipated and need some relief.” The older alpha jested while he laid on his signature smirk.

Derek pushed back his chair on the tiled floor and leveled the older man a look. “We can stop talking about my sex life now. I would rather go back to your nauseating one where you two are complete idiots. That is much more fun.”

Stiles felt like he should be insulted once more. He didn’t think he was an idiot. Or much of one anyway. “Well, I don’t think insulting Stiles is much fun.” The omega pouted but he tried to take it good naturedly. From what he could gather, Derek and Peter like to tease and banter with one another as well so he assumed the alpha was just having a good time so he figured he wasn’t being mean spirited or anything like that.

“I’ll make it up to you later Kitten.” Peter cooed and Stiles believed him.

And boy did Peter make good on his promise. A couple of hours later, Stiles was heavily breathing as he laid on the bed trying to recover from another near-death experience by way of Peter’s fingers. The alpha knows how to use his dexterous thick digits – has an uncanny ability to find the right spot inside of Stiles and zero in on the specific nerves relentlessly.

He had an urge to lean over and plop on Peter’s chest but refrained with a lot of will power. He wasn’t sure if the gesture would come across as too much of a romantic sign. He didn’t want to be too needy but hell, he kind of wanted to cuddle. It was challenging to toe the line between casual and not so casual and not wanting to scare Peter off. If Stiles acted too clingy, the alpha may want to call off their boner buddies’ thingy they got going on.

“You’re quiet,” the alpha’s voice was soft as it cut through the silence. “Did I exhaust you once more? Satiate you into silence Kitten?”

A part of Stiles really wanted to respond with, ‘you really are a cocky fucker’ but it was actually an accurate assessment. Peter did finger him and eat him out until he literally had no brain cells left. “Yeah, I think you did.”

Fuck he yearned to roll over and immerse himself in alpha scent and have the older man rub circles on his back until he fell asleep. “For sure sleepy,” Stiles mumbled as Peter hummed contentedly; the both of them staring awkwardly towards the ceiling. The alpha evidently didn’t know what to do with his hands now either - probably not wanting to push any limits as well or make Stiles uncomfortable. “So Peter, are you like cool with how things are?”

He didn’t want to ask or push but Stiles needed some answers to give him some guidance on how things truly were with them. He didn’t expect a whole truthful answer but was hoping for something to give him a clue. “I mean I know you like orgasms and all but you’re good with being boner buddies?”

The other man didn’t answer right away and Stiles wasn’t entirely sure if he wanted to hear what the other might say. He can handle with what they have now but he also wouldn’t mind if there was more. The alpha was growing on him and having more intimacy with the man wouldn’t be horrible in any way. They both got a long with each other – the alpha was fun and they had some things in common. Stiles could see more with the man but he also knows that Peter is not exactly the settling down type.

“I do enjoy our dessert dates very much. Are you okay with them?” He asked as he turned to face Stiles. “I like to push your buttons but don’t want to force or pressure you. Are you feeling uncomfortable?”

Stiles gazed upon the sea ocean blue eyes locked on his in concern. Yes, the man can be an asshole but he’s also caring. He does look out for Stiles wellbeing and he appreciates it. “Nah, I would have totally told you if you were. Trust me, I am, or I am willing in all this. Just still want to make sure we’re on the same page.” He certainly didn’t want to put his heart out there if there was not going to be any Reciprocity. Nope, he didn’t want to get hurt or look stupid.

So yeah maybe Stiles was slightly on a different page or perhaps the alpha just hasn’t caught up to his chapter yet.

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Peter stared at his niece as he crossed his right leg over his left leg with a sigh. He tried to get comfortable in the leather arm chair but he wasn’t having a lot of luck. At least the bourbon was decent. Talia didn’t skimp on her alcoholic beverages. “So…” He let the word dangle hoping Cora would finally admit why she begged him to come over. At least his sister was out so she wouldn’t pester him.

“You act like I have ulterior motives in wanting to spend time with my most favorite uncle on the planet.” The beta kept a straight face as she sat back into the cushions on the sofa.

“I know for a fact you do. You take after me after all. And,” he darted his tongue out to lick the rim of the glass before continuing. “I’m your only uncle so you can stop buttering me up now.” Whatever it was, it could ‘t be worse than when Talia insisted that Peter bring Stiles to dinner.

She gasped in mock defense, “you wound me Uncle Peter.”

“Spit it out brat.”

Tilting her head, she sheepishly smiled with a hesitant breath. “Mom wants to have a birthday party this year.”

Peter pinched the bridge of his nose with his free hand as he inhaled deeply. “Do I even want to know why? The woman always yearns for something low key and is usually fine with just a dinner with family.”

“I know right?” Her tone was too chipper. Peter had a feeling where this was going and he was fairly sure he didn’t want to hear it. “She was like I want to have a party this year. It would be a great opportunity for my sweet baby brother to bring the omega he is dating back over to the house.”

Yep, it was close to where his mind went to. Taking another sip of the amber liquid, he sighed. “Somehow, I don’t think she quite put it that way. And seriously? She couldn’t come up with a different annoying ploy?

Shrugging her shoulders, Cora pulled her feet up and tucked them under her legs. “I’m sure the cogs in her brain were turning. It’s not the worst thing ever. At least it will be here which makes it easier for you to sneak away.”

She wasn’t wrong but a party? It didn’t sound fun no matter what. He would rather go a dentist to get a tooth pulled with no Novocain. “So once again, I need to convince Stiles to join me and our family for an evening?” He was fairly certain it wouldn’t be a hard sell since the omega seems to be enjoying all the perks with their arrangement as well but it was getting a wee bit old – how many times can they really do this back and forth?

“You know somehow, I don’t think it’s going to that hard of an ask. You two have been spending a lot of time together. And if not, we both know how swaying you can be.” Her right eye twinkled in a way indicating she was right.

He couldn’t disagree with her. He can be very persuasive and true in fact, the two have been spending more and more time together. He thinks Stiles would agree but does the alpha really want to ask him to do this favor? He’s already done the Talia thing. “Listen, I will bring it up but I’m not actually going to utilize my swaying charm this time around. If he says yes, fine, we’ll be both there but if he says no, I’m not pushing it.”

The beta smiled like she won a victory lap or something. “Awe, you did care.”

“Brat,” he sniped out since he couldn’t come up with anything better to respond.

“A birthday party?” Stiles asked in a surprise tone as he cocked his head at the alpha.

Peter had waited a couple of days before approaching Stiles about the ask. He went over to the omega’s place bearing some cookies in a goodwill gesture. Seeing the honey brown eyes light up in excitement, Peter knew he made a good call with the bakery choice. “Honestly, it’s an odd thing for my sister. She’s usually more low key in her celebrations but this year she asked for a party as well as your attendance.”

Stiles chewed on one of the chocolate chip cookies as he pondered the request. “Okay…”, he paused. “Lots of people going to be there?”

“I honestly don’t know. Listen Stiles,” Peter leaned forward more towards the omega who was sitting crossed leg on his beat-up sofa. “I’m not going to lie and say I don’t enjoy our wonderful mutual beneficial arrangement we’ve been having. The orgasms are divine and your mouth is sinful. Yet,” he exhaled because shit, he could hardly believe he was going to say this next part. “This time, we can do no strings attached. We don’t have to agree to a pre-arranged menu. You could say yes or no unless you really want something from me in return. The ball is in your court.”

The younger man stared at Peter for a few moments with his mouth slightly agape accompanied with wide eyes. “Color me surprised Peter Hale.”

“That makes two of us.”

There was sound of laughter as the omega shook his head. “I mean spending more time with your family not sure high up on my list but birthday cake sure does sound yummy. Plus, Cora still owes me more cake.” The boy’s lips curled upward, “so you really don’t want to negotiate an exchange of services? I almost feel like I should come up with something good.”

If it means getting the boy in his bed once more, he sure as hell does but he didn’t know how long they could keep this up for. Is it fun to chide and negotiate? Hell yes. Have maybe they exhausted this back and forth? Possibly. Plus, Peter was fairly confident he could find alternate ways to tease Stiles and hopefully convince him to at least blow him again. “No but yes. It’s entertaining but I also don’t want the exchange of favors to become routine. And then it has a possibility of becoming old and maybe not as fun. However,” Peter held up his finger since he assumed he needed to throw in some reassurances. “It doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy orgasms with you and will not refuse if you want to mess around. I’m just saying it’s not contingent for me this time around. Yet, if you feel like you need to compromise, I’m all ears.”

Fuck, when did Peter decide to become more of a moral character? Well, just a little – he would still do whatever Stiles asked of him. Yep, he was still totally gray on the morality scale.

Swallowing the rest of the cookie, Stiles gazed upon Peter like he was trying to really see inside him – to actually read him to deduce if was being entirely truthful. Or perhaps he was pondering his favor to ask of Peter. He was for sure entitled to one if he was so inclined. The alpha wasn’t sure how the omega would go with this. “Okay,” he breathed out. “I’ll go to the party with you.”

Peter sat up waiting for the rest of whatever Stiles had to say – whether he did want to add a favor exchange or there were conditions. Perhaps he would just add on a but like he wanted an overpriced coffee or had exclusive rights to leave the party whenever he wanted. Yet, the omega didn’t tack on anything else. Nope, he just stared longingly at the box of cookies like he was contemplating if he really should eat a second one.

“Okay,” he breathed out. Peter wasn’t sure how relieved he was. Yes, the boy was going to accompany him and that could potentially help the nagging from Talia. Yet, it seemed weird that it was not conditional. He wasn’t sure how to act now that they didn’t have any form of reciprocity. “Great,” he clapped his hands together like an idiot. “Nothing else? You’re just good with going?”

The boy’s eyes drifted from the cookies to Peter. “Pretty much but I may ask you do something for me in the future. I haven’t quite decided yet.”

“Fair enough.” He wondered what the boy could ask of him but it almost didn’t matter. Peter was fairly confident he would just agree to it. However, he did sort of hope it involved the boy’s mouth around his cock.

He smiled as he reached forward to grab another cookie. The door to the apartment opened while the omega’s fingers dangled over the treat.

“Shit sorry,” Jackson blurted out as his feet clamored into the room. “Didn’t realize you had company.”

Stiles waved his hand at his friend. “It’s fine. We’re just talking.”

Jackson’s nose scrunched up like he was annoyed or something. “Well glad I didn’t interrupt anything gross but on the other hand,” he focused on Peter. “When the hell are you going to dick down my roommate?”

“Jackson!” Stiles eked out and Peter didn’t even have to look at him to know his cheeks were probably a nice shade of pink.

“What?” he barked out. “It’s a valid question.”

“And none of your business.” Stiles grumbled. Peter tended to agree but admittedly, he kind of enjoyed the brashness of the other alpha and how it flustered the omega.

Jackson waved his hand towards the omega like he disagreed with that statement, “whatever. Hey Pete since you’re here, let’s throw back some beers, order pizza, and watch something dumb on the TV or we can talk about Stiles. Whichever is fine with me.”

“Absolutely not,” Stiles interjected. “No Jax, you don’t need to be buddy bubby with Peter.”

“Sure, I do Princess. What do you say big guy?”

Peter felt like a deer caught in some headlights. He didn’t want to go against Stiles and potentially make him upset. Yet he and Jackson had talked about doing such a thing. He’s kind of an ass but truthfully, Peter doesn’t hang out with a lot of others. It’s usually with his family or trying to pick someone up – doesn’t usually just converse and shoot the breeze. “Um, I wouldn’t mind since we discussed it at the barbecue but if Stiles is uncomfortable with it, then raincheck.”

Stiles exhaled loudly as his eyes roamed between the two alphas. “Great, I could potentially be the bad guy here,” he threw up his hands in exasperation. “How is this my life? I could never have predicted you two getting along.” Pausing, the boy ran his fingers through his brown locks. “I get veto power over the show and where to get food. And.” His finger waggled in the air, “no talking about the Stiles.”

“I knew it.” Jackson replied almost disjointedly but Peter understood. Yes, it could be fun to commiserate with Jackson and tease Stiles but he could see why that would irritate him.

“Agreed.”

Shaking his head, Stiles rose from his seat. “Good, now that’s settled, I’m going to change into my PJs to get comfier and hey,” he looked over at Peter. “Maybe Jax can come to the party and finally meet your nephew.”

“Are you seriously still on that?”

The omega smiled mischievously. Of course he was and really Peter almost couldn’t blame him. He could almost see the two alphas getting along fabulously. “It shouldn’t be a problem. And I actually think it’s a good idea.”

Huffing, the other alpha shook his head. “He got you in on it. Probably no escape now.”

“Cora will be there if anything. You guys can go find a corner and talk about others if no sparks fly.”

Jackson leveled his friend a look. “Fine, I do love talking shit about others but now me and Pete get to talk about you for a least a little bit.”

“Ugh, you’re a pain. Just until the pizza arrives.”

Seems like Peter isn’t the only alpha that Stiles negotiates with.

Once the pizza was ordered, Stiles retreated to his room to change leaving Peter and Jackson to commiserate on their own. And they did chatter a little but it was more of Jackson telling Peter to stop just messing around with Stiles and to grow a pair and like see how the omega really felt.

Peter was offended but the other alpha wasn’t totally off mark. Perhaps he should talk to the boy and determine what they actually are towards one another or what they might want. As Jackson so astutely asked, “are you good with just being boner buddies forever or do you potentially want something more? Perhaps something more meaningful?”

It had been a valid and blunt question in which Peter was eternally grateful when the knock on the apartment door came indicating the pizza was there. He would have to ponder pesky feelings later.

Peter was pleasantly surprised how much he enjoyed the evening with both Stiles and Jackson. They ate pizza and all inputted their own commentary with the murder documentary the omega insisted on watching. There was some laughter and Peter realized that Jackson could also keep up with some of the bantering between he and Stiles. He had to admit that it was fun sitting back and enjoying himself with others who were not his immediate family members.

“So,” Stiles lisped out as they were collecting some of the trash that was left behind. “Looked like you had fun? Jackson not too much?”

The other alpha had excused himself saying he had a call or text he needed to attend to. “I did actually. It was nice.” He admitted rather easily. “He was fine. I can see he really cares about you and he’s also kind of an asshole. My kind of alpha.”

Snickering, Stiles put a beer bottle into a recycling bin aligned next to their trash receptacle. “He is a great friend. Pain in the ass most of the time but I love him. Still think it’s oddly weird you two get a long but I guess it’s better than you two being at odds.”

Peter tended to agree but part of him wasn’t sure why it mattered he needed to Jackson to like him. Didn’t really matter if they got along? “Yes, I suppose it is. Would hate for there to be a reason for someone to come between you and my dick.”

Snickering, Stiles faced Peter. “And back to sex on the brain. I’m Impressed though. I think you made it almost two hours.”

“It was a challenge, Kitten. Yet, it has been known to happen on occasion.” Smiling, he reached for the keys in his front pocket. “It is getting late. I probably should get going. I do require some beauty sleep after all.”

The omega returned his smile. “Right. Well, you know if you ever just want to do something like this again, let me know. It was cool you know to do something different with you. Like if you want to. No pressure or anything.”

He was freaking adorable when he rambled. “You are so fucking cute right now.” The words barely escaped his lips when Peter realized he had said them out loud. The boy’s eyes widened in surprise to that admission.

No one has ever said that Peter Hale was a coward. He loves to face obstacles and not much would make him back down in defeat.

Except maybe a blushing omega staring back at him with a deafening silence between them. “So,” Peter stepped back and looked towards the front door – his quick escape route in sight. “I’ll text you about the time of the party. Thanks for tonight. Bye.”

Once he climbed into his vehicle like The Flash, Peter inhaled realizing pesky feelings may need to be scrutinized sooner than later.

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Stiles took a quick glance in the mirror and shrugged his shoulders indicating good enough. He believed he was mostly behind the stage of needing to look good for Peter and making an impression with Talia. He didn’t want to look like a slob by any means but he assumed he didn’t need to look like a slut or a fashion model either.

He figured he had Peter in the bag so to speak and Talia had already gushed over him So, he was going to dress comfortably going to her birthday party. And if he was lucky, perhaps the alpha would call him cute again but hopefully this time not run away like a scaredy cat. It had been unexpected to hear yet also kind of a relief. To Stiles, that confession should indicate that the alpha may indeed like him more than just for orgasms. He would have to press more but for now, he had a birthday party to go to.

As he stepped out of his bedroom, he noted Jackson leaving his own. The omega paused checking out the alpha. He could smell the cologne doused over him and noted the dark red button up shirt accompanied by tight black slacks. “Someone decided to deck out. Are you trying to impress Peter’s nephew?”

His friend scoffed at the question and laid on a smirk. “Sti, I dress like this all the time. It’s not for no one but myself. And by the way, I already reached out to Cora to be my life saver. Explaining to her how my best friend is torturing me.”

“Torture? Really Jax?” Stiles giggled as he moved towards the living room. “What did Cora say?”

“She basically said huh, how did I never think of matching you two together? Then something about yes you can be annoying and she’s has my back no matter how things go.”

Cora is for sure someone they can always depend on. Definitely someone you want in your corner unless she’s teasing you to death. “Nice. I personally think it will work out but it’s fine if not. Are you ready to head out?”

“Yeah. And Petey is going to drive your scrawny ass home or to his place? I am probably not going to want to stay that long.”

“Yes,” he exhaled as he grabbed his keys from the side table by the door. “And it’s weird that you call him that.”

“Right because it isn’t weird that you call him a boner buddy?”

And yep, Stiles didn’t really have a good retort for that one. “Let’s just go.”

“As you wish Princess.”

Ugh, Jackson was so infuriating sometimes.

They arrived rather quickly to the Hale’s residence and Stiles was relieved that there were not too many cars scattered around. He wasn’t sure how people were invited and was hoping for a somewhat smaller crowd. So far, it appeared that way which made the omega happy – he just prefers more intimate gatherings and nothing too big or over the top.

Talia actually greeted them at the door and she told them to help themselves to some appetizers that were laid out in the kitchen and any drinks that accompanied the items. However, Stiles eyes roamed the area trying to locate a certain alpha.

“Well shit,” Jackson stuttered out. “That’s weird.”

Stiles glanced at his friend to see if he could gather what was going on, “what is weird?”

“The hot gym instructor is here.” He mumbled out. “This is going to be awkward. Fuck.”

Stiles took a quick glance around and was wondering who he was speaking of. “Small world dude. Maybe won’t be though. You might just get lucky with one or the other.” The omega surmised as he continued to scout the area. “Which one is he?”

“The guy over there by the window. Has dark hair and wearing the dark green shirt.”

Immediately, Stiles zeroed in on the location. His eyes widened as his mouth gaped open when he instantly recognized who he was speaking of. “Oh my god!” He tried to stifle the shock to not alert anyone else of this amazing revelation. “You’re kidding right?” Jackson shook his head. “That is totally Peter’s nephew. That’s Derek the one I wanted you to meet.”

Jackson didn’t say anything right away. The alpha mostly focused on Stiles with his eyes wandering every so often to where Derek was still standing. “How I ever not met him before?” Stiles didn’t know but neither of them had really been to Cora’s house often or interacted with her family members. “Well shit, I don’t know if it’s better or worse that they are the one in the same.”

Much better according to Stiles. “Well, doesn’t matter. Come on,” he yanked on the alpha’s bicep to encourage him to move but his feet were planted to the ground like a well rooted tree. “I’ll introduce you.”

“Nah I’m good Sti. You’ll embarrass the hell out of me. I’ll approach him when I’m ready.”

He eyeballed his friend skeptically not sure if he believed him or not. “it’s only fair I get to embarrass you for all the times you embarrassed me in front of Peter and will you really go up to him? Or are you just saying that?”

“I look fabulous and my ass is sinful in these pants. I’m not going to waste this opportunity. I just need a few moments to decide what I’m going to say.” He exhaled and cocked his head. “And your alpha is incoming.”

Stiles eyes drifted where Jackson was focused and noticed Peter walking towards them. “He’s not my alpha.” He mumbled under his breath.

Smirking, Jackson waved Stiles off right as Peter came before them. “Whatever Princess. Hey there Petey. This one needs something to eat. I’m going to search for Cora and have a few words with her and then hopefully manage to have some fun.” The asshole winked and nodded his head as he stepped away.

The omega scrunched his nose in annoyance at his friend but he wasn’t totally wrong either. Stiles was hungry and wouldn’t mind eating. “Jax is being challenging today and boy, do I have to tell you something interesting.”

“Really?”, the alpha’s right brow cocked in curiosity.

“Yes, but food first please.”

Peter led him towards the kitchen where some food items were spread out. It seemed like a lot of food just for appetizers but Stiles wasn’t complaining. They each loaded up with several different items like meatballs, crackers and cheese, and some veggies and dip.

After grabbing some beverages, Peter found a spot for them to sit near one another on a larger sofa in the living room. They were a little secluded since most of the guests were mingling in the kitchen and the family area. Some had even filtered outside.

“Okay Kitten do tell.” The older man practically purred as he twirled a carrot stick into some ranch dressing.

“Yeah, like oh my god,” he squealed turning to face the alpha directly. “The guy Jackson was crushing hard on at the gym Is you’re not going to believe but it’s Derek. They are one in the same. Crazy it is but hey, I was right on that I believed Derek might be a good fit for him.”

Peter pursed his lips and nodded his head “Well that is interesting. Does this mean Jackson is actually going to talk to my nephew? If we leave it up to Derek, it may not happen.”

“Oh I think it was his plan. I sense some matchmaking this evening.” Stiles could barely contain his excitement. He just knows deep down they could be great together or at least have some fun together like Peter and Stiles have done and perhaps will do again in the near future.

Peter nodded his head as he swallowed some of the food he was munching on. “We’ll see Kitten. Derek can be very constipated when it comes to dating so don’t be too disappointed if things don’t go the way you hope.” Oh, he probably would pout about it.

“So…” Stiles let the word dangle as he scoped the room and noted some of the various party goers. He wondered how many were friends or family. “How long are you planning to stay at this shindig?” Stiles wasn’t necessarily opposed to spending time at the party eating and gossiping with Cora. And yeah, hanging with Peter but he was also good not staying all that long either.

“Got other places to be Kitten? Other things to do?” The alpha questioned but Stiles could hear the undertones of teasing. Hell, he was almost certain the man was trying to implicate some innuendo in all that.

Eyeballing the man, Stiles forked a yummy looking meatball. “Not specifically. Just curious.”

“Maybe someone wants to ask for that future favor now?”

Oh yes, the alpha was definitely going for it. He just can’t help himself. Sex on the brain all day every day. And truthfully, he wasn’t totally off base. Stiles could feel his cheeks burn. He just had a way of getting under his skin – Stiles always tells himself he’s going to put up a strong front with the alpha but usually caves and melts right into him. “I thought we agreed no reciprocation this time.”

“We did. Just seems like you are keyed up and need some release. Just letting you know I am available to help out if that is what you need. Never say Peter Hale is not altruistic.”

“Oh my god! Seriously?” Yet, Stiles could feel the start of slick leaking between his legs. The asshole just has a way of riling him up. The omega just can’t himself when he’s around the alpha – like a moth drawn to a flame. “I just…. fuck. I have no words.”

The older man leaned into towards Stiles to whisper in his ear, “it wouldn’t be the first time I left you speechless.”

And fuck, Stiles was done. Turn him over right here, right now. His brain was offline and he was fairly certain his legs wouldn’t work if he stood up right now. “It would horrible for us to leave so soon.”

“It’s either that or I take you in the bathroom and my sister might even be more annoyed.”

And nope, he doesn’t want anyone to hear that. “Okay fine but what about Jackson and Derek? I am curious to know what happens.”

“I’m sure we’ll both get a play by play later. Your place or mine?”

“Yours. It’s nicer and bigger. And I think Berry Bear is secretly a voyeur so I rather not have sexy times in front of him.”

Jumping up quickly with a plate in one hand and extending his other towards Stiles, Peter smirked, “shall we?”

Stiles didn’t hesitate and placed his hand in the alpha’s palm. “Let’s do this thingy.”

************

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good.” Derek moaned as his head plopped back onto the wall behind him. He prayed to every god out there that his mother and sister wouldn’t hear him. He was fairly sure he caught a glimpse of his uncle making haste so he wouldn’t have to worry about any teasing from him but the others – it could happen so he really hoped no one would overhear his antics but Jackson was making it extremely difficult to not be loud. The alpha knew what he was doing – definitely was experienced in giving blow jobs.

Slipping his fingers in the other alpha’s shorn hair, Derek pushed his dick further in his mouth. Feeling the suction, Derek knew he might not last much longer especially with the onslaught of his tongue licking the underside of his shaft and then moving towards the slit in repeated actions. “Yeah, just like that. Mmm, feels good.” And yep, Uncle Peter had been right before – for the moment he had thoroughly enjoyed shutting the other alpha up. Loved shoving his thick cock inside his mouth.

Hallowing out his mouth and allowing Derek to get his member to hit the back of his throat (because yes fuck, no gag reflex), Jackson sucked and licked a few more times. Sensing his balls drawing up, the alpha knew he was ready to explode down the other’s throat. “I’m going to cum.” It was a feeble warning and he already sensed that Jackson was anticipating the onslaught and had no qualms not pulling off before he got his prize.

Jackson was for sure ready so Derek groaned out as his cock spewed ejaculation inside the other’s eager mouth. He acted like a man starved swallowing every drop and even attempted to suck Derek dry. He didn’t release Derek’s rapidly deflating cock right away – no , he remained fixated on his shaft through all the aftershocks. Just when Derek believed he was reaching to the point of over sensitivity, the other man pulled off.

Smirking up at the alpha, Jackson wiped away the remaining jizz from the corners of his mouth. “You tasted amazing. I’m kicking myself being such a chicken shit and not introducing myself at the gym.”

Yeah, Derek remembered seeing in him in his class weekly. He did think he was hot but it was always awkward to try to initiate anything. After class, he was tired and sweaty and there were always a gaggle of beta girls shoving their boobs in his face. Plus, he sometimes gravitated towards the shy end so he wasn’t necessarily going to make a move on anyone anyway. Or at least in that type of environment. Maybe a club but his place of employment? Not so much.

Now though, neither one of them had been shy or awkward. Nope, Jackson flashed a smiled, showed off his fashion sense showcasing his tight ass cheeks, and oozed a charm that would rival his uncle’s. He kind of hated that it turned him on so much but he was gone in an instant. Just like how he has witnessed Stiles reacting to his uncle. He was drawn to the charisma and wanted more of it. And still does.

“Well, it takes two to tango and now I guess we can make up for lost time.” Yeah, the alpha may have made him week and caused his brain to go off line for a few moments. Yet, he was still in control enough to know what he wants and he is defiantly craving more of whatever the other alpha is giving.

The other still smirked as he rose up from the floor to come face to face with Derek. “Yes, for sure. I’m never going to hear the end of this from Stiles that he was right about us.” He leaned in and licked a stripe across Derek’s neck. “But it will be worth it to hear his I told you so.” Inhaling near his ear lobe, Jackson’s mouth whispered on his skin causing his skin to prickle, “Is it rude to leave? I want to fuck that amazing ass of yours like yesterday.”

And, fuck yeah. Derek wants that more than he cares to admit. “I think Peter left too so fuck it. Yes, let’s do our best to get out of here.” Hopefully his mother would be understanding. Hell, she might be happy that her son met someone. He just won’t tell her what they’ll be up to.

“Great, my place, I guess. Your uncle probably took Princess to his.”

“Yeah okay.”

Yet, it could be fun to be loud and obnoxious so his uncle could overhear his sexcapades for once.

Chapter Text

Peter idly drew circles on the omega’s naked back. There were a few sweaty steaks but mostly the bare skin was covered with a constellation of his moles. His thick digits traced them as the boy chest laid on his own, breathing slowly through his sleep.

The alpha wasn’t usually a cuddler after sex – no, more of a wham bam type of guy, don’t call me, I’ll call you. Yet, right now he was perfectly content to lay on his bed after a couple rounds of sex and having a sexed out omega basically passed out on his chest.

It was a heady feeling, almost an alien one to experience but he wasn’t mad about it. Perhaps confused since it was new territory for him and he didn’t quite know how to navigate it. Yet, he found himself not minding trying to figure it out especially if it meant having Stiles going along on the journey with him.

And he suspected the omega would. He didn’t think he would need to prod or encourage. No, he truly believed the younger man would be a willing copilot.

“Mmm sorry,” the words were spoken quietly into his chest cavity. “Didn’t mean to fall asleep on you.”

The boy shifted like he was going to move off of Peter but the alpha kept his hand firm on his back to encourage him stay put. “It’s fine Kitten. I’m actually enjoying the after-sex bliss for once. It’s kind of nice.”

Sleepy infused honey dew eyes peaked up at him, “hmm, interesting.” He wiggled a hand out from the sheet that was covering his bottom half and reached up towards his face to lightly cup his cheek. “I think so too. Truthfully, I think I could get used to something like this. If you want, I mean.”

The fingers on his cheek trembled with the confession so Peter quickly removed his hand from the omega’s back to steady his unsure fingers under his own. Leaning into the touch, Peter closed his eyes and inhaled – taking in their combined scents of sex and contentedness. “Actually Kitten, I do believe I could as well.”

He wasn’t positive but he was sure he noted a slight uptake of breath coming from the other. Stiles must have been anxious but now somewhat relieved that Peter agreed with him. “So um, like you want to do this thingy more without the exchange of favors?”

Popping his eyes back open, he removed Stiles hand from his face and proceeded to lightly kiss his knuckles one by one. “Not contingent but I think I’ll always enjoy riling you up with some form of negotiation.” Oh yes, Peter will have fun haggling with Stiles when comes to sex. He’s sure there’s a whole world of kinks out there that Stiles hasn’t even begun to experience and would love to indulge in.

Blushing, the omega giggled. “I’m sure you’ll always want to find a way to arrange for a blow job. Just so you know alpha there will be more than sex and oral all the time.”

“You want to be wined and dined is that it?” Peter didn’t have a problem doing those things with Stiles. Hell, he almost welcomes it. He hasn’t really done that before with someone and the thought doesn’t bother him.

“Well, it would be nice,” he smiled as he sat up straighter with the sheet pooling at his waist. “Shit, I need to check my phone. We have to know what happened with Jax and Derek” He reached over towards the night stand to grab his phone, “not that I’m not enjoying this chat because I am. I just have to know and then we can get back to talking or whatever.” He waggled his eyebrows to be suggestive but it failed a little and Peter couldn’t help but chuckle.

He watched as the younger man fumbled with his phone and then how his eyes widened accompanied by a open mouth that gestured wow. “Holy, they did it Peter. They actually fucked. I can’t believe. I mean I can because hello, I called it from a mile away. But…”

“Take a breath Kitten.”

“Right sorry.” He looked up from his phone with a wide smile. “I wonder who topped.”

Peter blew out some hot breath. “I would rather not think about what my nephew does or does not do during sex.”

“Oh right. I’ll just ask Jax later.” Putting the phone back on the nightstand, Stiles cocked his head. “You think it will be more than just sex between them?”

Peter reached his right hand out to tug the omega closer to him. He yearned to have him lying on his chest once more. “I don’t know,” he hummed as the boy placed his head back on his torso. “Derek can be emotionally constipated so it’s hard to say. Just be happy for what they did have if nothing more works out.”

“Hmm, “the other hummed out peacefully. “Either way, I just hope they are not as stupid as we have been.”

“I plead the fifth and we’ll keep that admission in this room and this room only.”

The omega giggled which caused Peter’s chest to vibrate. “I’m a little sleepy but kind of hungry too. Maybe we can eat something in a little bit?”

“Whatever you want Kitten.”

“Thanks alpha.”

They did nap for a little bit with Peter slipping out from underneath of Stiles to retreat to the kitchen to make some food. His stomach growled as he remembered they both only ate some appetizers before bolting from the birthday party so it made sense that he was hungry. And it was a while ago – he noted the clock said that it was almost 10:30 at night.

Finishing up both sandwiches, he plated them as he heard the front door open and close. Derek must be home, yet he heard two sets of feet.

Peter stepped out of the kitchen with his prepared food and was met with the sight of both Derek and Jackson. Each looked about as disheveled as Peter and Stiles. “Greetings Derek and Jackson. Wasn’t expecting to see the two of you.”

Derek shrugged as his shoulders, “thought I would annoy you with some porno like noises.”

“How considerate of you. However, I’m sure your mother won’t be pleased you skipped out on her birthday party early.”

“Youi did!”

Well that was true, “but she expects me to be rude and disrespectful on occasion.” Talking a few steps towards the stairs, Peter paused. “I have an omega to feed so you two enjoy yourselves.”

“The sandwich looks good,” Jackson interjected. “I’m hungry too.”

Derek shot him a look, “I’ll feed you, my dick.”

Peter shuddered at the comment but Jackson seemed pleased as his face lit up at the thought. Derek grabbed his hand and slotted them between Peter and the staircase. “Excuse us,” he jested as he pulled the other alpha up the stairs behind him.

“Rude,” Peter mumbled under his breath as he followed the other two to the second floor yet turning towards his own bedroom.

Closing the door behind him, the noise caused Stiles to stir and blink open his eyes. “You brought food?” He blearily stated with grabby hands.

“Yes,” he shuffled towards the bed and handed over one sandwich once Stiles was sitting up. “And Derek and Jackson are both here evidently wanting to annoy us. But I’m fairly sure we can annoy them more.” Oh yes, the alpha knows what buttons to push that make Stiles super loud.

The omega smiled as he took a bite of the sandwich. “Oh wait, they’re here? Maybe I can find out who tops.”

“Ew and just no. And they probably switch it up.” Peter didn’t know why the boy was so curious about that.

“I suppose and come on; they are kind of hot together. But yeah, Jax is my best friend so I guess it is a little ew.”

A lot per Peter. He wants nothing to do with knowing about his nephew’s sex life.

They ate for a few minutes when Stiles gave Peter a considering look, “you know my dad is going to want to meet you again?”

He was afraid of that. Yet, he was sure he could handle John Stilinski once more. “I assumed that would be the case.”

Stiles was about to answer and paused when a bed creaking noise infiltrated into the room from across the way. “I still think it’s funny that a big strong alpha is afraid of my beta father.”

“Stiles, he’s an experienced Sheriff that owns a gun who is highly protective if his only child. An omega child at that. “

The younger man smiled and cocked his head as moans now began filtering into the space. “It’s cute but relax, I think he really wants grandchildren so he’s going to open his arms wide for you.” Peter’s expression turned to disbelief. “Not now. Don’t worry. Just saying for the future. Way in the future.”

He blew out a sigh of relief as he heard more moans. “Okay, I have heard enough of those two. Let’s show them how it’s done. I’m know I can pull some noises out of you that will overtake both of them.”

“I never thought I would be doing competitive sex with one of my best friends but fuck yeah alpha. Fuck me hard and real good.”

The boy was going to be the death of him.

As promised or threatened depending on how you looked at it, Peter was joining Stiles and his father for dinner. At least the meal was at Stiles place - somewhere neutral and Stiles had offered to cook. He mentioned that he wasn’t the best cook but had a few go to meals in his wheelhouse.

“Hello Peter,” the sheriff greeted him at the door. “Nice seeing you again.” The older man smiled but it held some mirth. Yep, the beta probably had the I told so conversation with Stiles and wanted to gloat that he was right about the two of them all along.

“Greetings John, my pleasure in meeting with you once more.” He held out a bottle of white to the older man. “I brought some wine to go with dinner.”

Hearing a pan clank from the kitchen, there was a soft curse word and then a high-pitched squeal. “Hey alpha. Thanks for the wine. I could use some for sure.” He noted the soft smile coming off the boy and Peter may have melted a little knowing it was all for him.

The sheriff shook his head. “He’s had some challenges yet the food smells good so he must be doing okay.” Stepping aside, the man grabbed the bottle from Peter. “Come on in. I’ll pour us some glasses.”

The two of them chatted as Stiles finished preparing dinner insisting, he didn’t need any help. The conversation was fairly light but the man definitely enjoyed jesting Peter. “I knew you two were more than this stand by alpha or whatever. One of the reasons I was made sheriff because I am damn intuitive. Stiles have been oblivious but I saw the writing on the wall.”

Peter would like to just blame Stiles but he was just as oblivious as the omega so he didn’t disagree with the sheriff and just let him preen.

Dinner had been about the same with nice conversation and only a few embarrassing stories of Stiles when he was younger. And the omega had been correct that his father seems to want grandchildren since he dropped the hint on more than one occasion.

Otherwise, it was pleasant and the sheriff only threatened him once about shooting him in the balls if he ever hurt his son. And since he is really attached his balls, Peter promised to be the best alpha ever.

Soon, the evening wrapped up with the good sheriff saying good bye and with Peter helping Stiles clean up from dinner.

He quickly found himself caging in the boy from the back as he placed a plate on the drying rack. Putting his hands on his small waist, he pulled him close with a slight squeak and whispered in his ear. “That wasn’t so bad but still glad the evening is over. He reminds me of Talia. They might get along.”

The omega pushed back into Peter’s heat as he spoke, “I don’t know what you’re implying but we are not hooking those two up. Already too many of us intertwined as it is.”

Peter chuckled, “are you going to deny me of matchmaking?”

“For this one, yes.” The boy rubbed his ass on Peter’s ever-growing erection. “And you’re distracting me.”

Licking his ear lobe, Peter continued to speak quietly, “that was the point dear boy. I want a second dessert and hoping you’re hungry for my cock.” It was a somewhat stressful night. Peter believes he’s entitled to a blow job and then he’ll eat Stiles out. It’s not like it’s a hardship or anything.

The omega groaned as he continued to grind back on Peter. “You know,” he sighed out. “Just because we’re together now, doesn’t mean I’m going to blow you every day.”

“I realize that, Kitten. I just expect it every other day.”

“Oh my god,” he eked out and managed to turn himself around to face Peter. “And you’re probably serious too.” Peter leaned forward to kiss the boy on the lips, slowly and languidly.

Pulling apart, the alpha looked at the other fondly who was now starting to appear flushed and somewhat wrecked with the little they had done. “Only slightly. I have told you that you paint a lovely picture on your knees for me. I would love to see that as much as I could but,” he titled his head with affection. “You have given me something I never thought I could have. Something I have never experienced before. Kitten,” he moved his hands to cup the omega’s face. “I am happy just being with you even if we never had sex again. However, selfishly, the more the better.”

Giggling, Stiles reached up and placed his hands on top of Peter’s. “That must have been super hard for you to say. Thank you.” Smiling deviously, he moved Peter’s hands away from his face. “I think you would implode never having sex again but I do appreciate the sentiment. Now though, you got me worked up so can we go fuck now?”

Peter didn’t have to be asked twice. “With pleasure Kitten.”

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3 Months Later

Stiles fell down next to Peter with a sigh as he sunk into his alpha’s side. And yes, Peter was his alpha. Leaning into his heat and comfort, Stiles hummed as the sofa cushions enveloped him. His eyes wanted to droop shut but he had to stay awake. “Who knew planning a party and playing host would be so exhausting?” Peter wrapped his arm around him and pulled him ever closer. “So happy though that your sister would open up her house for us to have Scotty’s and Allison’s engagement party.”

“Like to think she did it for me but I am fairly sure it was because of you.”

Smiling, Stiles grabbed Peter’s hand. “What can I say? She likes me a lot especially since I got her brother to settle down somewhat.”

“I think she just likes you more in general.”

It was possible. Sometimes Stiles still gets nervous around Talia Hale since she does have an imposing presence yet they get along. She has been nothing but nice to him so he really shouldn’t be nervous around her but it’s hard not to be. “Yeah maybe. I think she thinks like my dad, she wants a niece or nephew – you know babies.”

Peter snorted on top on of his head. “She’ll be waiting a while.”

Stiles nodded in agreement as he noted Cora approaching holding a slice of cake on a plate. She held out the plate towards Stiles with a wrinkle to her nose. “I wasn’t interrupting anything nauseating, was I?” She questioned as Stiles reached for the dessert.

“Nope. Thanks for the slice but you still owe a whole cake.”

Eye rolling, the beta snickered. “I know. Been busy.” She smiled down at both Peter and Stiles. “You know now that the two of you are a happy couple, I was the catalyst to convince mom to have a birthday party. Looks like my plan worked.”

“Somehow that doesn’t surprise me,” Peter interjected. “It could have backfired. Stiles could have said no to attending.”

Smiling like a kid on Christmas morning, Cora wasn’t deterred. “I know you two idiots better than yourselves.”

“Hey,” Stiles waved his fork at the beta. “That’s not nice and,” turning to face to Peter, “why do people keep saying that?”

“Because it took us a while to get here Kitten but that’s okay. We made it and that is what counts.” The alpha cooed and leaned down to Stiles left cheek to press his lips on his skin.

Hearing a gagging sound, Stiles glanced at Cora. “And that is my cue to move on. I got to go find Scott and Allison They should be safer than you two. Granted, I already made the mistake of searching for Jackson and Derek. They are way worse than you guys. I threw up in my mouth a little.”

“Aw, glad to hear they are doing fantastic. “Stiles teased yet he knew firsthand the two of them together can be overkill sometimes. Neither shy from PDA which surprises Stiles when it comes to Derek especially. But he understands that Jax has for sure pulled the other alpha out from any insecurities he has had.

Sticking her tongue out, Cora turned on her heels. “I should find the new fiancés too because I know you’re not going to want to stay until the end of the party.”

“You got that right Kitten. It is blow job day after all.”

Rolling his eyes, Stiles stood up. “Off to mingle. Try to do the same before we head off.”

Stiles ran into his dad first and gave him a great big hug. They chatted and then Stiles was off but not before promising him that he and Peter would have dinner with him very soon.

He then quickly was able to find the newly engaged couple. Scotty with tussled brown hair, grinning like a puppy grabbed for Stiles to bring him in for a big hug. “Thanks man. This is such a great party.”

“You’re welcome, dude. Does this mean I am best man over Jax?” It seemed fair and right to Stiles.

Releasing from the embrace, Scott looked upon him fondly. “You know I can’t play favorites dude. Both are you are my best man.”

“But I still rank higher though?”

Allison snickered which caused Stiles to look her and get distracted by the diamond on her finger. “Let me see that bad boy again.” He demanded as he reached for her left hand. She willingly gave over ring finger for inspection. Scotty did well. It was a decent size rocked surrounded by a gold band. “It really is stunning Ally and you’re positively glowing.”

“Thanks Stiles,” her cheeks turned pink at the compliment. “Maybe you’ll have one yourself some day?”

Valid and interesting question but he nor Peter were there yet but sometimes it was fun to think about. “Maybe one day. Right now, we’re just enjoying each other.”

“Happy for you man,” Scott clapped his shoulder. “And I’m glad he’s treating you right and makes you happy.”

“Me too Scotty.” Stiles hummed happily as he chatted with the happy couple for a few more minutes before they were whisked away to the next person who wanted to offer their congratulations.

Stiles was ready to go after that and he was sure Peter was to but he had one more couple to seek out before leaving because he has to tease them.

It took a bit but he finally found Jackson and Derek outside – they were a little hidden and secluded from the majority of the people in attendance but Stiles found them. Rounding a bush, he neared the alpha’s who were leaning against the back of the house. Luckily, they were not in an uncompromising position. Or maybe not, he was still curious as fuck as to who topped and neither would tell them – nope, they both would just smirk at him instead. And it was truly annoying.

“Why are you two out here hiding from everyone?”

“Because maybe we wanted to be alone Sti. Guess it didn’t work.” His best friend sassed.

Stiles crossed his arms over his chest as he eyeballed the alphas. “It’s an engagement party so you need to be social.”

“And let me guess, you’re leaving?” Jackson questioned as Derek snorted.

Uncrossing his arms, he waggled his right index finger at his roommate, “this is about you, not me.”

“Typical Princess behavior,” Jackson teased as he wrapped his arm around Derek and pulled him closer. “What do you say babe? We’ll send our best wishes to the happy couple, have a polite chat with your mom, and then get out of here to fuck?”

Derek leaned into the other alpha and quickly kissed him on his cheek. “I like that plan. You guys are going back to Uncle Peter’s, right?”

Stiles nodded. That was usually the plan anymore. Stiles spent a lot of evenings at Peter’s while Derek was at Jackson’s and Stiles’ apartment. It was beginning to happen more and more though. Stiles suspected there would be a change very soon in living arrangements. “Yep, and you two behave and don’t anything I wouldn’t do.”

“Well, that doesn’t leave much,” Jackson joked.

Rude but he probably wasn’t wrong.

“I’m tired,” Stiles gasped out as he sat on the king-sized bed. That would be the last time he planned and hosted an engagement party. If Jackson and Derek ever get engaged – they are totally on their own. “Will you rub my feet alpha?”

“Of course, but,” Peter strolled to his walk-in closet and came back out with a gift bag that had pretty pink tissue paper sticking out the top. “I was going to wait until your birthday but then just decided what the hell.”

Stiles’ eyes raised to his hairline in curiosity as he watched the alpha take a seat next to him on the bed. “I do like presents.”

Smiling, Peter reached into the bag and pulled out an item and handed it to Stiles. It was heavy and he soon discovered it was book that had been ensconced in tissue paper. He rubbed his palms on the leather and noted it was a book of poetry. “A book of poetry?”

“From your bookstore no less.” Stiles cocked his head. “I stopped by one day take you to lunch and had forgotten you had an appointment and you were not there so I perused the store and found this book. Thought you might like it.”

The book itself was beautiful with red letters embossed on black leather. “Seriously? You finally come by and I’m not there.” His eyes darted from the book and back to Peter. “Fuck, you really hated that Derek and I bonded over his book of poetry?”

“I have no idea what you are talking about.”

Stiles giggled as he ran his fingers along the binding. Of course, he would play dumb but the omega decided not to call the man out on his jealousy. After all, it was rather cute and endearing. “I love it. Will you read it to me one day?”

“I would love nothing more.”

“Thank you alpha. I love it.”

He could see the alpha preening. He smiled as he shifted and reached back into the bag once more. Stiles hadn’t realized there was more so he watched intently as Peter plucked out two more items. One was a smaller square box that he placed in his lap, the other was a little larger in size and in a rectangle shape. He handed it over to Stiles but with some trepidation.

“I hope you like it but if you don’t, I understand.”

Interesting, Peter is usually so sure of himself and not usually anxious. Stiles found it hard to believe that he might not like anything that the alpha gifts him. “I’m sure it’s wonderful.”

He lifted the cover off the box and quickly was met with something unexpected. With trembling fingers, he reached for the red velvet choker that held a silver paw shaped pendant dangling from it. Stiles rubbed the pendant as he turned it over and noted the engraving on the other side said Kitten.

He stared at it with no words, not knowing how to respond. “I’m not a traditionalist by any means Stiles. This gesture isn’t meant to be anything other than I just want you to feel safe if you feel the need to show other alphas you are taken. You can wear it out or in your home or just put it in a drawer.”

Stiles looked up and saw the sincerity in Peter’s eyes. The alpha cared for him so much. And yeah, it was amazing he wanted to ensure that Stiles had something to show other alphas that he had an alpha. Yet, he was fairly sure he was a possessive ass too but he loved him for it. “It’s beautiful. I love it. Thank you so much.”

The other visibly exhaled and showed signs of relief. “What’s in the other box?” Stiles inquired with a point of his finger.

“Oh,” Peter smiled as he lifted the lid on the smaller box. That held a black velvet bracelet with a dangling pendant as well. Holding it up, Stiles gazed upon it. “I got myself a bracelet.”

“Is that a dog bone?”

The other shrugged his shoulders. “It seemed appropriate since you always accuse me of having a boner.”

“That is fucking fantastic and you would wear a bracelet? I can’t even wrap my head around this. This is great. Wait, what does your engraving say?”

“Cocky.” Peter looked at Stiles sheepishly. “It had a character limit so I couldn’t necessarily spell out Charismatic and Asshole seemed a bit brash.”

Leaning over, Stiles kissed Peter on the lips. “Thank you. I love it all. Please put the choker on me. I want to wear it now.”

Stiles turned around to allow the alpha to clasp the choker behind his neck. Once it was secure, Stiles reached up to the dangling pendant and carefully rubbed it between his fingers. Adjusting himself back around, he watched as Peter put on his own bracelet. “They are so beautiful. I am glad you didn’t wait and the gesture does mean a lot.”

The other smiled, “I’m glad. I didn’t want to push or make you uncomfortable.”

“You’re not. And I would so tell you.”

“That is true,” Peter titled his head downward. “So as I lovely thank you, what do you say?” His demeanor was coy but his tone was direct. “You want to get on your knees for your alpha and give him a nice blow job?”

“You really do have a one-track mind.” Stiles taunted but slid off the bed onto the floor without pretense. He was a sucker for the man’s thick cock in his mouth. He might do a subtle protest but he was usually just as on board.

The cocky alpha just smiled because he knew. “But you still love me.”

“Yes, I still love you even when you’re being the impossible Peter Hale.”