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Warm, early June. Saturday.
Stiles sighed, relaxed and tranquil while his three boys were out for the weekend, enjoying the state team’s baseball game. His dad, his wonderful husband and his newly vacationed son. The date was June 4th and Jamie (James), their son, was out of school and headed towards a brilliant summer, starting with the fresh age of six—officially a first-grader. Stiles, ever the one to be left out of sport events unless they were in the National Leagues, busied himself, stirring fresh lemonade and taste-testing to make sure it’d be right when done refrigerating. Humming to himself, he put the pitcher on the top shelf, something his mother taught him to do when making homemade beverages, and gently closed the cold appliance, wondering what else could keep him occupied while he awaited his family’s return. It was only around noon, but the boys had left early to avoid traffic, get good snacks and return to their seats before the crows could come in. Alphas should always be prepared, Derek. Be prepared for your family, Stiles’s father would say.
Stiles decided it was time to catch up with his friends.
Phone call? >CB: Stiles –Stilinski-Hale
It took few minutes for Lydia to respond back to his text.
Otp w/ Allison. 3-way? >CB: Lydia Martini
Stiles laughed. Considering the fact that the two were always on the phone together, he didn’t even know why he didn’t anticipate the three-way calls.
U know it>CB: Stiles Stilinski-Hale
Seconds later, Stiles’s new phone, courtesy of Derek, lit up with the face of Lydia.
“Hey, Lydia. Allison,” Stiles answered the phone with a smile in his voice. “Bored Omega over here. Send help.”“Hey, Stiles!” Allison’s voice rang out, ever the schmoozer.
"Hey, Mama Hale.” Lydia said with an amused conviction in her voice.
Stiles huffed a laugh. The girls, along with Stiles, were eager when they found on that Derek and Stiles decided on trying for baby number two. Stiles fell pregnant with Jamie when he was only fifteen, spiraling into loads of stress caused by snarky stares from the average high-schooler that knew nothing before they decided to judge him, adults who gave his dad hell for letting an Alpha “use his Omega son like that,” and of course, the elders who had nothing else to gossip about. Stiles was only twenty-one. He adored children, as would any Omega, but after being teased and chastised for having a teenage pregnancy with an overage Alpha, he wanted to be low-key about future kids. Now, though, he was ready. He’d already missed some of his prime years for conceiving, but he thought now, this was the time to make up for it.
“Not a mama, yet, Lyds. Well, not a new mama. Jeez, we just told you about it last week.” Stiles paced as he talked, a habit that he aquired since childhood. “We haven’t even tried much, yet.” Stiles chuckled, somewhat embarrassed about sharing his sex life with anyone other than his Omega Specialist.
“Stiles, you haven’t had sex with Derek in over a week? Why not? Did you smell his morning breath?” Allison joked, laughter causing her to accidently lean her face on one of the phone buttons.
“Allison, how are things with you and Scotty?” Stiles chided, playfully.
“Things are fine, and the sex was great this morning.” Allison teased.
“Oh please, tell me more.” Lydia’s voice came through.
“OK, first of all, ew, Ally. Secondly, ew, Lyds,” Stiles stopped pacing, looking through the window seeing a black car circle around the block a few times before speeding off, “And thirdly. Derek… decided to wait at least five days before we tried again. He keeps his laptop on his…pelvic area a lot, and he wanted to restore his sperm count. Or something.” Stiles finished the last part quickly, face flushing when the two girls busted out laughing.
“Stiles, you’re an Omega. You were born to do this. Alpha and Omega pairs have more of a chance of conception than others. In fact, have you heard of that big sperm and egg Bank Company? They’re helping gay dynamic couples conceive? But, anyway, you and Derek need some loving. Soon. Call us back after you’ve been dicked down really good.”
Stiles hung up to the sound of the girls laughing. Only fifteen minutes had passed and Stiles was feeling like a typical Omega. Stuck at home, making sweet, homemade juices, talking to his Beta friends about his Alpha’s future fetus. Stiles didn’t hate his dynamic, or even care about stereotypical rumors about Omegas. Most Omegas were adored, treasured, even. Unless, of course, they’ve been through a pregnancy during their freshman year of high-school and had to work their tired fathers out to take care of a baby that didn’t belong to them. Stiles was caught in his own world of reminiscing his time in high-school when the doorbell rang, startling him out of his thoughts. Stiles was still in his nightgown, planning to change after the lemonade was finished. Patting his gown down to buff out any wrinkles, he opened the door with a closed-mouth smile.
Standing there was a tall and broad-shouldered man. Obviously an Alpha. Smiling deviously down at Stiles who stood there, quite shyly. The Alpha stared at Stiles for several long seconds before Stiles spoke up. “Um…my Alpha isn’t available right now,” Never tell someone that your Alpha isn’t home, just say that they’re not available, Stiles remembered his father telling him that after he presented as an Omega, “I’ll let him know you came as soon as he’s…ready,” Stiles stammered, not prepared for such a visitor.
Things were quiet, and Stiles was about to shut the door, when the Alpha straightened his posture and grated out a laugh. Stiles slightly bared his neck, something that was instinct to an Omega when they felt unsure about encounters with Alphas. The Alpha, tan and brown-eyed with a mustache and a manicured beard, cleared his throat before finally speaking. “I’m just a new neighbor. Moved here today, actually. Decided to greet everyone to help me get familiar with the neighborhood.”
Stiles internally sighed with relief, still wishing his Alpha was there, but no longer feeling as threatened. “Oh, that’s great. It’s a wonderful neighborhood, in my opinion. Hopefully you like it here. Which house did you move into?” Stiles asked cheerfully. The Alpha in question stammered a bit before answering.
“Actually, I moved in down the street, right behind this one,” he answered briskly.
Stiles didn’t mind meeting new neighbors, but his senses automatically perked up when he collected the new information. He studied the Alpha briefly, noting that he still hadn’t asked for a name. “Oh, that’s cool. We’re butt buddies,” he laughed, clearly his throat when the man gave him a solid and configuring look. “Your name is..?”
“Duncan,” he said, quickly, as if being falsely convicted of something, “Duncan Ortega.”
“Duncan. My favorite donut place,” Stiles joked, pleased when the laugh emitted from the man signaled that he understood the pun. “So, uh, what are you doing on this street?”
Duncan leaned on the door, causing it to open wider than Stiles was comfortable with. Stiles wasn’t tall, as most in his dynamic weren’t. Only 5’6”. Duncan had to be at least 6’3” and could easily see over Stiles’s head and into the house. The Hale house was large and had the nickname of, “The Hale Mansion.” Derek was an attorney, and worked hard for his earnings in order to support his family. Their house was easily the biggest around for miles, and even though Duncan was nowhere close to seeing every room, his eyes branched off to look inside from time to time. Stiles was still not convinced, so he subtly attempted to step on his tippy-toes.
“I just happened to be driving around the streets on this pretty day. I saw your gorgeous, little face in the window, and had to pay my dues.” Stiles’s eyes widened and he thought back to when he was pacing on the phone near the window, blinds and curtains open because it was a perfectly sunny day. Suddenly, the fact that he was still wearing his nightgown made him feel even tenser. “Oh. Thank you…” Stiles trailed off, because what could he say to that? It was typical for his kind to be complimented in such ways, but for the Alpha to outright say something like that after knowing Stiles had his own was strange. He had a hankering to pull the collar of his gown down to show his mating bite—to show that he was already taken—but he didn’t want Duncan to see any more than he needed to.
“Looks like my Alpha is calling,” Stiles said skittishly, “I have to go back insi—”
“I didn’t hear anything,” Duncan retorted and stuck his finger in his ear as if to clean out anything that was blocking him from hearing. I know I’m getting older, but I don’t think I’m going deaf, quite yet. I’m not even sure if werewolves can go deaf.”
Stiles’s mouth gaped open and his eyes grew large. An Alpha-Were.
“You know, you have the most beautiful eyes. I’ve seen a lot of Omegas, but never any with eyes like yours. Bright and big, like molten gold.” Blushing at the praise, Stiles knew it was time for him to conclude the conversation with Duncan.
“I’ll see you around, Duncan.” Stiles said quickly, and shut the door, being sure not to slam is as not to threaten the Alpha. He locked the door, as well as checking the locks on the other doors that lead to outside, also deciding to close the blinds and curtains downstairs to ensure his safety. His heart beat loudly when he peeked through the curtains and saw the same black car from earlier.
Come over now. Please.>CB: Stiles Stilinski-Hale
He texted Scott, his best friend and trustworthy Alpha, and prayed to whoever was listening that he’d answer quickly. Few minutes passed before he received a text back.
Sure..im down the street anyway.>CB:Scottie McHottie
Stiles sighed and busied himself with one of his favorite shows. Beta Tested, a talk show hosted by a Beta to speak about Alpha and Omega issues and gossip without seeming biased. The conversation today was about whether Alphas should be allowed to help other Omegas—besides their own mates—with their heats. Stiles chewed his lip nervously and jumped when the doorbell rang. He could tell it was Scott, because he heard Allison, too. Even so, he checked through the peephole. Crystal clear, as Derek made sure to install certain fiber glass that wouldn’t allow staining. Derek, just because we have the money to do things, doesn’t mean we should do them…new installation for the glass for a peephole? Really? Stiles opened the door and immediately pulled the Alpha and the Beta in, making sure to re-lock the locks.
“Woah, Stiles, what’s going on?” Scott asked, brow furrowed when he sensed the distress emitting from the Omega. Allison looked faintly concerned, too, probably less than Scott because they’d talked earlier on the phone that day.
“…I don’t know,” Stiles lied. “I just—I’m lonely without my family here. You guys are the next best thing.”
“Jeez, I feel honored,” Scott joked, feeling more light-hearted knowing what was bothering his best friend. Stiles just stared at him with wide, worrying eyes. “Sleep over party?” Stiles asked bashfully, biting his lip and smiling, already feeling better. He was probably worrying for nothing.
The sleepover was fun, and Lydia, Jackson, Erica, Boyd and Isaac ended up coming, too. It wasn’t exactly a party, but nonetheless, it was refreshing to get to hang out with everyone once again. Erica, being herself, brought several interactive games that simulated sports and dancing. By the time they all decided to calm down and call for pizza delivery, Stiles was extremely sweaty—more so than Omegas usually get, and the others seemed to notice, too. After getting several asshole-ish comments from Jackson claiming that he smelled and looked sweaty, Stiles went upstairs to take a quick shower. Stepping into the shower, Stiles made sure to bath his self with a subtle fragrance. He washed his hair, which was long, dark and thick, curling at the ends. Derek loved Stiles’s hair when it wasn’t so spikey, and Stiles did anything to try to please him, thus Stiles wore his hair with a bang in the front—how it fell naturally, without any gel. Turning off the shower as he finished, he stepped out and dried his feet before stepping into his shower slippers. He was a very lush Omega, and despite being rich, he wouldn’t have it any other way. There was an en-suite bathroom in almost every bedroom in the house, and the master bedroom—Stiles and Derek’s—was no different. Stepping out of the bathroom, Stiles laid his drying-off towel down, and got his phone out. The iPhone 6s Plus Derek bought for him was different from all the other Androids he’d ever owned, but Stiles found a way to work it, eventually. Putting a touch of lip-balm on his already-pink and plump lips, Stiles posed naked for his phone camera, taking several intimate photos for Derek’s viewing pleasure. Beauty marks littered the Omega’s body. There were hardly any places where less than three of them were found. Derek absolutely loved Stiles’s beauty marks, and was please to know that he was the only one who’s ever seen all of them. After taking a good amount of pictures to select from, Stiles picked out a pair of sexy—but not too sexy—panties and a matching bra. It wasn’t atypical for male Omegas to wear effeminate clothes. It was unheard of for even the most masculine Omegas to not own some form of women’s lingerie. Not that stereotypical clothes were a big deal in the Omega community. People only cared about what the Alphas wore, and sometimes fussed over the Betas.
Stiles was feeling risky, and he straddled one of Derek’s pillows that he usually slept on for the next round of pictures. Stiles was wearing petite, frilly, pale yellow panties with a bra just thin enough to show his pointed nipples if he were to get cold. After reviewing both the naked set of pictures and the set with just his undergarments, Stiles either deleted or saved whichever ones he deemed acceptable.
To Derbear:
[Photo Attached]
Riding your pillow while the pack is downstairs ;) Miss u <3
>CB: Stiles Stilinski-Hale
He sent the ones with him on Derek’s pillow.
To Derbear:
[4 Photos Attached]
>CB: Stiles Stilinski-Hale
He sent the naked photos without caption.
He decided to put on some blue and white shorts and a white spaghetti-strap for pajamas, not feeling uncomfortable with his wardrobe around his pack. Upon pulling up his shorts, he noticed that the blinds to their bedroom window were still open, although it was fairly late. Walking towards them to properly shut them, he saw the curtains from the house across jerk shut. He stared for a moment, before deciding that it was nothing, for his own good health.
Walking back downstairs, he saw Lydia and Jackson making out on the loveseat.
“Hey, no, stop. If I don’t get to make out with my mate, no one does,” Stiles said, jokingly, yet equally as disgusted, “Where did everyone go?”
“They went to take showers so they didn’t end up smelling as bad as you did. God, Stilinski, I’ve never smelled an Omega get that…smelly.”
Stilinski-Hale, Stiles thought.
Stiles rolled his eyes at Jackson. “That’s because I’m all pent up and my pheromones are taking over my body,” he scoffed. Stiles heard one of the many showers in his house running, indicating that either Allison and Scott or Erica and Boyd were occupying it. After everyone got out of the shower, Boyd and Erica decided it was time to say goodnight, and retreated back into their respective guest room. Allison and Lydia wanted to watch a chick flick, so they also went to another room. Meanwhile, Scott and Jackson stayed with Stiles in the spacious living room.
“You should be in there watching Dear John with them,” Jackson belched out, nursing a Bud Light.
“Be quiet, Beta.” Scott defended, then winked at Stiles from the other side of the couch. Jackson rolled his eyes, and turned back to the TV. Star Trek was on. Not better than Star Wars, but it’d do. The three ended up falling asleep in the living room while the girls cried over the movie.
Derek Hale was enjoying the view of the grand outdoors from their hotel room. It was night time, and they’d just got back from one of the best baseball games of the season, by far. He enjoyed spending the day with his in-law and his son, Jamie. As an Alpha, it was good for him to be away from his Omega to bond with his child alone. The game was over, though, and it was getting later into the day. Jamie was sunburned, skin red and ready to get some relief in the hotel pool, while Derek retreated back to his own hotel room to relax. They stayed at a fine, five-star hotel, nothing less than expected from Derek Hale. It had several floors and excellent customer service. The two Alphas decided to stay in separate bedrooms. Jamie and his Grandfather in one room, while Derek stayed in another. They were across from each other, but John decided that if Derek need some “alone time with Stiles” via Skype, or whatever, he should be in a different room. Derek nodded at the idea. The sheriff and Jamie were down in the indoor pool lounging area, but Derek was ready to take a shower and a nap, maybe even turn in for the night. They’d eaten plenty at the game’s concession stands, catching several hotdogs that were launched at them. Not the usual route of food Derek went for, unhealthy as hotdogs may be, but everyone who goes to a baseball game needed a fresh hotdog, he thought, though he preferred to give his family fresh fruits and vegetables, hardy meats with plenty of protein, and possibly some desserts afterwards.
He looked at his phone and saw a text from Stiles, in which read that he was having a faux slumber party with the pack because he was lonely. Derek didn’t mind. He trusted his pack to protect Stiles and not mess up their house. Stiles was the only Omega in the pack, and they took great pride in defending and protecting him at whatever intense. Derek texted back his ‘OK’ to Stiles, and stepped into the shower, bringing his phone and speaker in with him. He felt a bit disconnected, usually taking showers with Stiles and missing the feeling of scrubbing down his Omega, but just when he started to dread the feeling, his music died down and his phone beeped to indicate that he got a notification. He decided to put it off until he got out the shower.
About fifteen minutes later, Derek toweled himself off, blessing the shower head’s amazing pressure for relieving any back irritation he had from sitting down for so long. He stepped into a pair of fresh pair of briefs, fitting snuggly against his skin. He turned on the Samsung TV—a nice, pristine flat-screen—and saw that Friends was on, a show he and Stiles always let play until they’d fall asleep. He picked up his phone, ready to do some late-night web surfing, checking his business portfolios and his personal networks. When pressing the home button on his, he noticed that there were unread messages he forgot about when taking a shower. He saw that that were from Stiles. Derek went from smiling wide with squinted eyes, to mouth gaping and wide eyes. Stiles had sent him— “Don’t call them ‘nudes’, Der, you’re not hip enough,” —naked pictures, a rare treat he got occasionally when going out on business trips.
Stiles was dripping wet from head to toe. His thick, dark hair was mussed up, as if to indicate Stiles toweled it down—he hated it when his hair dripped everywhere. Stiles wasn’t smiling in the picture. He was biting his pink and plump bottom lip with his perfectly straight teeth, eyelids hooded and topped-off by thick, arched eyebrows. Stiles’s breasts weren’t large—as most male Omegas weren’t—but they were a handful, enough to fit in a training bra. His chest was puffed out proudly and his nipples were flesh-colored puffy, as they always seemed to be. Stiles’s heat wasn’t until the end of every month, but he sure looked like he was going into it. Derek was so damn grateful for Stiles’s natural beauty. Many Betas tried to achieve the ethereal look Omegas had through plastic surgeries and expensive beauty products. Going to the next picture, Stiles seemed to go down lower, showing off his milky-flat belly, something Stiles’s high metabolism helped maintain. The last naked picture was of Stiles sitting with his legs tucked under him, showing off his little cock that was a characteristic of many Omegas. It was pink at the tip. Stiles wasn’t hard in the picture, but he always seemed to be blushing there. Two more pictures came in, this time, Stiles was covered, but just barely. He had on frilly French vanilla colored bra with matching panties. The pose, though, was what made Derek get up and grab the Omega toy out of his bag. Stiles was straddled on the main pillow he slept on, the first picture showing him in the position, and the second and last picture showing the wet spot he left on the pillow case, probably enough to seep through to the actual pillow.
The Omega toy was a sex toy picked out from an Alpha-Omega store. It was basically a flesh jack. It came with a tiny bottle. The bottom was for the Omega to gather slick in. The bottle was to be distributed at the top of the flesh jack, producing the slick when in use, as if to simulate actual fucking. Stiles packed two of the small bottles for Derek to use, and when the Alpha unscrewed one, he groaned in satisfaction. He used the pictures to stimulate his erection, his own large dick dripping in eagerness at the thought of Stiles.
He was very happy they decided on separate rooms. Even though their son hadn’t shown many werewolf capabilities, he didn’t want to risk being heard. When he came, he groaned out loud, cleaned himself up and texted Stiles his appreciation.
He went to sleep especially sated.
After everyone had woken up and eaten breakfast, they decided it was time to leave, again, Stiles was alone.
If you need any help with anything, just give us a call, Stiles. Allison had said while walking out of the door to leave.
I’ll be fine, Ally. Derek is going to be home later on tonight. Of course Stiles was exciting for Jamie coming home, too, but he wanted Allison to get off his back with the assurance of an Alpha presence
Stiles didn’t want to be stuck in the house like yesterday, and planned to head out and enjoy himself while his family was away for the time being. He checked the temperature and saw that it was saw that it’d be over triple digits today in Northern California, so jeans were out of the question. He went to his closet and skimmed through the many dressed he owned. He didn’t want to dress too “up,” but he wanted to look good walking around the neighborhood. He decided on a subtle orange sundress, not to fancy—no designs—but enough to show off his curves and a slit of his leg. The dress was fitted enough to show the crater of his belly button. Next, Stiles slid on some sandals He kept the curtains closed as to retain the cool air from the shade in the house before he left for his stroll. He didn’t exactly have a destination in mind, but figured it’d be nice to stop by the diners he’d always visit as a child and when he was pregnant and craving. It was early, a Sunday morning. There weren’t many clouds, but the few that were out were big, fluffy cumulous ones, shading the sun and bringing temporary relief every time it did. The sun did feel good on his skin, and he was likely to return home sun kissed. He was humming, smiling at the people passing by and ignoring the catcalls he received when walking around the boulevard. Omegas were biologically weaker than their Alpha and Beta counterparts, so Stiles made sure to carry some kind of protection with him whenever alone. He felt a sharp squeeze on his ass that made him yelp and turn around, smacking assailant—which, in reality probably didn’t cause much pain to Duncan because he was an Alpha and—
Wait, Duncan?!
“What in the hell is wrong with you? You think going around grabbing peoples’ asses is funny?!” Stiles shrieked when Duncan’s shoulders shook with laughter.
“I’m—I’m sorry,” more laughter, “I just couldn’t help myself, I do that to many of my friends. I forgot that it’s a different world up here—California. I really am sorry. I meant no harm by it.”
Stiles stared at Duncan with wide eyes and a stern face. “Well…as long as you never do it again. I’m sorry I slapped you. Must be embarrassing, being an Alpha and getting smacked in public by an Omega.”
“Oh, you slapped me? I thought it was the wind.” Duncan joked.
“Hey,” Stiles retorted with a friendly pushed at Duncan’s shoulder. “What are you doing here?”
“I was going to go for a bite to eat at the diner down the street. I haven’t really had the time to go to the grocery store.”
Stiles bit his lip, thinking if it was the right thing to do, before asking Duncan if he wanted to tag along with him.
“I was just about to go to The French Laundry down the street. They have the best bread you could ever imagine. It’s pretty expensive, though. We can go together…if you want,” Stiles said bashfully, making sure his voice provided a friendly-tone and not a flirty one.
Duncan gave out a small smile. “Just lead the way.”
Stiles nodded, the diner was three blocks away, but Stiles could use the walk. Duncan strayed behind Stiles, claiming that he was in a busy text conversation and that he’d be right behind him. Stiles swore he could hear the shutter snaps of a camera, but when he looked back, Duncan just gave him a big smile and a thumbs up gesture.
When they arrived at the diner, they sat in a two-person booth. Stiles asked many question that he was interested in, and they fell into casual conversation. The food was absolutely wonderful. They traded numbers, and by the time they were full and had walked the calories off, they were back at the Hale residence. “That was pretty enjoyable. Better than I expected,” Stiles said, wiping the sticky sweat forming above his eyebrows.
“Did you think I wouldn’t be able to have fun,” Duncan playfully asked, walking Stiles to the porch.
“I just never know what to expect when I’m out with another Alpha. My Alpha, Derek, he usually gets super jealous, so I don’t really go out too much without him, you know? It was…fun,” Stiles laughed at his repeated adjective. “He’s been at a baseball game with our son and my father this weekend. It’s been pretty lonely.”
Duncan seemed interested at that. “So he wasn’t here when I came by yesterday,” he asked off-handedly.
Stiles swallowed a bit, cursing himself mentally. “Well, no. But they’re coming back later on tonight,” Stiles responded, still a bit nervous from the admission.
“Well, Stiles, we wouldn’t want a jealous Alpha on our hands, would we?” Duncan asked with a dark glint in his eyes.
“Nope. No jealous Alphas for Stiles,” Stiles stammered, digging for his keys in the small pocketbook he brought.
Stiles had just recovered his key when Duncan lifted his chin. Stiles, doe eyes wide and frozen in place, stood as the Alpha wiped a crumb from the corner of his lip with his thumb, and sucked it into his mouth.
“You were right. The bread was delicious.” Duncan said, and walked away with his hands in his pockets. Stiles’s breath picked up and he quickly went inside. He’d left his phone at home, and was relieved to receive the text from Derek saying they’d be back by evening. He decided to take a shower so he could be fresh for his Alpha.
And get Duncan’s stink off of him.
After John was dropped off back at home, Derek headed to his own home with Jamie asleep in the back seat. He pulled in the driveway, clicking the garage remote so it’d be open when he arrived. He breathed in the fresh smell of the garage and carried Jamie into the house. The home alarm system, which announced an entry from the garage door, sounded, and Derek quickly typed in the code to silence it. The house was empty and warm—not temperature wise, more like a feeling. There were several rooms in the house on the bottom floor, and Derek couldn’t sense Stiles in any of them, so he went upstairs. Passing the guest rooms, Derek went into Jamie’s bedroom to change him into his pajamas. He ruffled his hair before exiting.
Jamie showed several signs of Alpha dependency, so Derek was sure he was either an Omega, like Stiles or a Beta.
Walking further down the hall to his and Stiles’s bedroom, he slowly opened the door, as to surprise Stiles. He was ambushed, quickly recovering when Stiles jumped into his arms and starting scenting him. Derek received several face-smashing kisses on the mouth, leaving a sweet scent behind.
“I see that I was missed,” he laughed.
“Jamie?” Stiles asked, still clinging to Derek’s body.
“Asleep. He’s been out like a light since we started driving.”
“Perfect,” Stiles whispered, “you ready to make a baby, Daddy Hale?”
Stiles was hot, and Derek reached up to feel his cheeks, feeling like he somehow messed up Stiles’s heat date. He hadn’t realized that he asked aloud.
“Not in heat. I just missed you.”
“Stiles, it’s late and Sunday night. I’ve been gone all weekend, babe. Can’t we just go to sleep? I’ll make it up to you tomorrow.”
Stiles’s face turned upside down in a frown and he was off of Derek in seconds. “Fine.”
Derek grabbed his overnight bag and put it under the settee at the end of their bed. Stiles had already showered up, so he tucked himself in the covers of the bed. It was hot tonight, being so near to summer, but the house was always cold at night to make sure Derek didn’t overheat. Stiles didn’t mind, because Derek was usually the Big Spoon, making it warm.
The Omega couldn’t hide the fact that he was a bit disappointed that they couldn’t make love that night, but he understood. Derek went into the bathroom to brush his teeth for the night while Stiles flicked through channels on the TV. He stopped clicking when he received a text on his cellphone.
[1 Photo Attached]>CB: Duncan Ortega
Stiles’s hummed to himself, somewhat forgetting that they’d exchanged numbers earlier today. His eyes widened and he gasped loudly when he opened the picture message. It was a picture of Duncan with his pants pulled down holding himself. Stiles’s throat remained dry no matter how many times he swallowed, immediately deleting the picture from his messages.
He felt…aroused. But only because he was so pent up!
“What happened, babe?” Derek called, peaking out of the bathroom, wiping facial cleanser from his face. He sniffed the air in a wolf-like fashion.
“Just saw Chris Evans on TV…he looked really good, sorry.” Stiles lied, thankful when Derek walked back into their en suite. He glanced at his phone again, seeing another text from Ducan.
Should I open it?
Tapping the ‘open’ button, the text read.
Stiles! I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to send that! –Duncan
Stiles ignored the text and turned his phone off, waiting for Derek to join him in bed.