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+1. Oops
Stiles was away on a two week fishing-trip with his father, and after a week and a half Peter started to realize he actually really misses the kid. Like really really bad.
He misses their banter, their mutual teasing.
He misses the way Stiles can somehow always see right through him, how well Stiles knows him. And how well Peter knows him in return.
He misses the way their arguments are nothing more than foreplay, how their seemingly hurtful words are always filled with fondness.
He misses Stiles to such a degree that he actually started to feel physically sick.
He wondered when exactly they crossed that line from being just fuck-buddies to whatever it was they were right now.
They’d been playing games for months now, but somehow it didn’t really feel like playing anymore. Well, of course it would always feel like playing, he doubted that he and Stiles would even get tired of playing their mutual games.
It just didn’t feel like that what they meant to each other was just ‘playing’ anymore.
They were compatible. They felt ‘right’.
He pulled out his phone and started typing a message.
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Even though he really loves spending quality time with his dad like this, he can’t help but feel a little home-sick.
He misses Peter.
No matter what other people – especially the pack and his dad – would think about them being together, it just felt right. They complement each other in ways he never even thought possible.
And it was not just the sex. It was everything.
His dad had just received a call from the station, apparently something important was going down and they had to cut their trip short. Stiles almost couldn’t help letting out an audible ‘yes!’ and a visible fist-pump, but he managed. After all, he didn’t want his dad to think that he didn’t like going on these type of bonding-trips with him.
He decided to not let anyone know he was coming back early, opting for the element of surprise, and just as he was reading the group-message Derek had put out about a pack-meeting, he received another message.
SocioPete: Would you like to be mine, ‘officially’ I mean? Miss your filthy mouth. x
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He walked into the loft, seeing the looks of surprise on everybody’s faces as they hadn’t expected him to be home yet. Although he almost felt bad for nearly ignoring them all, he absentmindedly let his eyes scan the room anyway, looking for Peter.
That’s when he saw the man he was looking for descending the spiral-staircase, clearly confused.
“Stiles?”
God he looked so good, with his white body-hugging shirt accentuating his body in all the right places, and that stupidly gorgeous face that tastes just as good as it looks.
The moment their eyes locked, Stiles just couldn’t contain himself anymore and he started to practically run towards Peter, literally jumping the man who caught him from mid-air with ease. Stiles just wrapped himself fully around him, clinging to the man as if his life depended on it.
“Yes!” He practically shouted while repeatedly plunging his mouth onto the man’s lips. “Yes yes yes yes yes yes. Yes, you asshole, you idiot, YES!”
“Yeah?” Peter smiled clearly not being able to hide his joy at the boy’s answer.
“Yes,” Stiles said once more while burying his face in the man’s neck. God he’d missed Peter’s scent.
Apparently Peter had also missed his scent, because the man almost sniffed a hickey into his neck.
“Mine,” the man whispered into his neck.
“Yours,” Stiles agreed while giving the man a little lick over his pulse-point.
It was then that he raised his head and noticed everybody in the room staring at them – which was kind of unsurprising, seeing as nobody even knew he and Peter had been fucking around.
“Oops…”
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“Dude!?!” Scott was the first to react, and if his jaw hadn’t been crooked to begin with, it definitely looked like it was hanging off its hinges on one side right now.
Allison just let out a little ‘aaww’ which apparently even surprised herself as she quickly slapped a hand over her mouth.
Isaac had covered his eyes with both his hands yelping something about ‘melting eyes’ and ‘being traumatized for life’.
Erica just muttered a ‘damn’ while she took a bill from her cleavage and handed Boyd a twenty. Boyd took the money with a barely noticeable self-satisfied smirk, getting a few ‘wtf’-looks in return.
Derek looked completely stunned, probably not able to form any coherent words for a while.
“Well, that certainly could’ve gone a lot worse,” Stiles whispered in Peter’s ear, earning a snort in response.
Slowly letting himself slide from the man’s hold, he brushed some invisible dust from his clothes and turned fully to the other people in the room.
“Well, um…,” he said while grabbing a hold on Peter’s hand, lacing their fingers together for the world to see. “ ‘Surprise!’ ”
– FIN –