The horror of another Halinski [1/?]
Title: The horror of another Halinski
Pairings: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski (established relationship), Peter Hale/Sheriff Stilinski, Scott McCall/Isaac Lahey
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 6,029
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters.
Warning: underage
Summary: Stiles doesn’t take the news well of his father dating the most dangerous guy in town.
Author’s note: This is my first Teen Wolf story =D It is set shortly after season 2 with the Alpha pack having left the town.
The fateful dinner started with a copious amount of water erupting from Stiles’ mouth. If the force of the eruption wasn’t enough to convey the message, the dead silence from the chatty teenager surely was.
“I’ll take all that as a sign of shock.” The sheriff calmly wiped his face with a napkin. In retrospect, it probably wasn’t a good idea to confide in his son while he was holding a glass of water. But he had been too nervous to think straight and had decided that the sooner was the better. Besides, his son usually reacted better while his brain was busy ordering his stomach to take care of the food that was flooding into his system.
“I… I think I got it wrong. What did you say, dad? Hahaha, I must’ve gotten it wrong. Who did you say you had a date with on Friday night?”
“Mr. Hale.” The sheriff quickly held up his napkin in front of his face.
“Hail? Like the stuff coming down from the sky…?”
“Yes, I’ve been so lonely that I decided to name a small ball of ice and set up a date with it.”
Stiles willfully ignored the sarcastic tone and nodded fiercely. “Good for you, dad! You know what they say! There’s no better friend than Nature!”
The sheriff let out a sigh and looked up from his plate. His heart broke a little at the confusion and worries etched in his son’s eyes. “It’s just dinner, Stiles. And, you know I’ll always love you the most. Nothing’s ever going to change that.”
“That’s not the point! He’s a dangerous werewolf! You know that!”
“Who are you to judge? You’re also going out with a dangerous werewolf.”
“But mine is all cute paws and soft fur!”
“He’s an Alpha.”
“With cute paws and soft fur!”
“Who slashed the throat of a former Alpha with claws hidden in those cute paws.”
“Urgh, I knew I shouldn’t have told you the whole story.”
“I’m the sheriff, son. You did the right thing.”
Stiles rubbed his head in frustration. He and Derek had told his dad about werewolves and what had actually happened under his nose, shortly after the Alpha pack had paid them a visit. They had needed all the help that they could get and had taken Chris Argent’s suggestion to include the sheriff’s department.
That was also when he had gotten himself a boyfriend. In the middle of a particularly nasty fight against the Alphas, Derek had tackled him to the ground and had blanketed him with his body. He had been reminded of the time when the kanima’s venom had forced them to stay intimate on the floor of the police station.
If he thought about it, he and Derek might have never gotten together without Matt’s help. Trapped in the pool together for over two hours had gotten rid of any animosity left between them, and the paralysis incident had stirred up a whole new set of emotions. Derek saving his life again, shielding his body with his own, had acted as a trigger. Amid blazing guns and bloody claws, he and Derek had gazed into each other’s eyes and had shared a brief kiss.
“Come on, Stiles. Don’t give me the silence treatment.” The sheriff pleaded as he chewed his mashed potatoes. He would rather deal with his son’s overwhelming babbling than utter silence.
“So you swing both ways for real! You weren’t just making me feel better when I told you I liked Derek.” Stiles thought about how his dad had told him that bisexuality ran in the family and that he had had a serious boyfriend in college.
“I would never lie to you, son. If you must know, that boy in college was called Orny. Now I wouldn’t make up such a name, would I?”
“Orny? What kind of a name is Orny? Was that his real name? He should’ve gotten himself a cool nickname like Stiles!”
“Tell me about it. Everyone called him Horny Orny.”
“Bwhahaha… Horny Orny! Ahahaha…” And, Stiles had thought that his name was bad.
The sheriff smiled at the familiar laughter. There were very few things more satisfying in life than hearing your hyperactive child giggle like a maniac. But the laughter didn’t last long and he soon found the teenager choosing his words carefully.
“So you’re attracted to him? You’re going out with him completely on your free will? He didn’t threaten to kill us both if you said no?”
“For god’s sake, Stiles, I respected your choice and didn’t ask you such questions about Derek. I expect you to do the same for me.”
“But Derek isn’t a murderer!”
“Neither is Peter. Not anymore anyway. He told me he’s been a new man since he’s come back from the dead and I believe him. You just can’t hide some things from your eyes. And, he saved your life, remember? He also saved Derek’s when he could’ve killed him and become an Alpha again.”
“Oh, so this is just a ‘Thanks so much for saving my son’s life. I obviously owe you a nice meal’ kind of thing? It’s not a real date?” Stiles couldn’t help being hopeful.
“In which world is a ‘date’ not a real date?”
“I don’t know! Narnia? The Underworld? Asgard?” He was grasping at straws now.
The sheriff shook his head and held his son’s hand. “Listen to me, Stiles. After all these years, my old heart only beats faster on two occasions. First, when I perceive danger and need to eliminate the threat for the safety of our town. Second, when someone says something nice about you, implying that I’ve raised you right even without your mother. But when Peter came by the station last night to ask me out, it beat harder for another reason. And, I quite liked that.”
Stiles nodded and squeezed his dad’s hand. He now felt like the most horrible son on earth. “Sorry, dad. I guess I forgot how tough things have been on you since mom passed away. I have Derek, and you should start looking for someone that makes you happy too. And, if you think that could be Peter, then so be it. But be careful, okay? In case it’s not him, I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Nobody’s getting hurt unless he pushes me to stick with healthy food. And, in case you forgot, son, bad guys are my specialty. I think I can handle a short dinner with one of them.”
“Fine. But promise me you won’t hesitate to shoot him with a magic bullet if he tries something funny, okay? We could always go with self-defense. You’re the sheriff. Nobody’s going to question your judgment.”
“You do realize he’s Derek’s uncle, the only living member of his family.”
“So what? I don’t think he’s very fond of him!”
The sheriff chuckled. “Well, then I’ll have to find a way to eat what I want and stay safe without shooting your boyfriend’s uncle. Happy now?”
“Yes, thank you.”
Stiles tried to pay attention to his meal but it was no easy task. He might have accepted his dad going out with Peter for one night, but that didn’t mean he was going to let him become a sitting duck. He would be prepared in case his dad needed backup. He wondered if Derek knew anything about this disaster.
“Yeah, he mentioned a couple of times he might go through with it. I guess he finally did.”
Stiles gasped and clutched the phone. “I don’t know which part of your answer infuriates me the most! He mentioned it but you didn’t tell me? Even when he brought it up again, you still didn’t tell me? And, how can you be so calm and composed when the local hero is going out with the evil mastermind? The hero could get into some serious trouble or they could join forces! I don’t know which one would be worse!”
“What are you so worried about? It’s just one meal.”
“It usually starts with one meal! Then there’s coffee and drinks and another meal and dessert and yet another meal and…”
“Stiles.”
“Okay, it might be too soon to freak out but you know what Peter’s like! He can be very convincing! When he offered me the bite, he made it sound like it was the one last thing I needed to complete my awesomeness! If you ask me, I think he’d make a kickass salesman! But I saw through his evil soul and refused because I’m not gullible! Unfortunately, my dad’s different and he can be easily manipulated. I think he got it from grandpa. So could you see if you can change Peter’s mind? Please? For me?”
“Is that really necessary? It’s not like Peter can offer your dad a bite. He’s not an Alpha anymore. And, I doubt he wants to do him any harm. The station’s so understaffed at the moment. He wouldn’t have needed to lure him out to dinner. And, maybe he’ll stop being such a pain in the ass if he finally gets some. Think about it.”
Stiles gasped loudly as if he was sucking in all the air in his room. “You’re my boyfriend, Derek! You’re supposed to comfort me! Not torment me with impeccable logic and disturbing mental images! Oh god, I think I’m gonna be sick…”
The werewolf laughed. “Relax, Stiles. I was kidding. You know how a good boy and a bad boy end up? It’s just like in high school. The good boy’s attracted to the bad one for a while before he realizes he’s failing classes. Then he dumps the bad boy and signs up for voluntary work to redeem himself. Your dad’s going to be fine.”
“Okay, that’s a little more comforting. So can I trust you to come over tomorrow? So we can talk about how we’re going to follow them on Friday? You know I like to have backup plans. You can casually ask your uncle where he’s taking my dad and I can borrow your super-hearing skills to eavesdrop on them.”
“You mean abuse my ears.”
“Oh, come on. Tilting your pretty head and focusing a little is far from abuse! Plus, the dinner’s on me. We can think of it as a date with some fun on the side.”
Derek took a moment to consider his options. “Are you going to withhold sex if I say no?”
“What? Of course not. I don’t want to be that kind of a boyfriend. I simply trust you to make the right choice on your own.”
“Then I’ll make the right choice by staying out of other people’s business.”
“But they aren’t just other people! They’re my dad and your uncle! And, don’t you feel weird that another Stilinski/Hale couple could be on the horizon? Try to think about Friday dinner as a recon mission. We’re just checking out the competition! I know you’d hate to lose. We’re Team Alpha!”
Derek snorted before delivering the final verdict. “Good night, Stiles.”
“Derek, wait. Derek…? Derek??”
The line was already dead.
“Are you sure you wanna do this?” Scott whispered across the table while he fixed his wig. It was itching behind the ears.
“Do I look unsure to you? When I’m sitting here dressed like a girl? Do you know how much it hurt to wax my legs? And, why are you whispering?” Stiles pushed a long, blond hair out of his face.
“Because if I can hear Peter talk, he can hear me too!” Scott kept his voice low. He didn’t want to enrage a violent werewolf; life was already tough without Allison.
“Relax. He’s too focused on my dad to care about other tables. He better be.” Stiles squeezed his fork and glared at the back of Peter’s head. “And, I didn’t bring you here to question my decision, buddy. Keep using those lupine ears. Let me know the second he says something vomiting. The rest, I don’t need to know.”
Scott nodded before holding his nose. “Exactly how much perfume did you use? Did you pour it by mistake or something?”
“Hey, I needed to cover both of our scents, okay? He could totally recognize the scent of our house on me and the lupine smell on you.”
“Why is yours a ‘scent’ and mine a ‘smell’? Are you discriminating werewolves?”
“Fine. Your lupine fragrance. Satisfied? Now focus and keep the channel open. Or you’re paying for your share of the meal.”
“Oh, hell no!” Scott’s eyes widened and he quickly turned his head to check if Peter had heard him. “Phew, it looks our cover’s still intact. But did we really have to pose as a male/female couple?”
“Of course! It’s the best way to attract the least attention. Do you know how hard it was for Lydia to make sure I didn’t look too beautiful? She has awesome makeup skills and I have an awesome face! It was torture for both of us!”
“I’m just worried Allison might get the wrong idea. I don’t want her to think I’m dating other girls when I’m supposed to be waiting for her to come back.”
“Why would she come here, Scott? It’s not exactly a place for a father and daughter. I bet everyone’s on a date here. Besides, even if she finds out, it might work to your advantage. Studies show that females are more attracted to males who attract other females.”
“Really?” Scott perked up. “So should I take a picture of us and post it on Facebook?”
“Only if you want to lose your best friend and live in misery forever. Now keep tabs on that table, will you?”
Stiles went back to chewing his straw to death. It was a pricey restaurant and all he could afford was a glass of lemonade and a chicken salad. He was too distracted and furious to even think about eating, so the plate of salad was in front of the hungry werewolf. After all, he needed Scott to work his ears without any interruption from his stomach. He knew for a fact that a werewolf’s stomach produced thunderous noise when it was empty.
“Oh, he says your dad has beautiful eyes.” Scott pricked up his ears.
“Oh god, it’s finally starting.”
“And, they’re even more beautiful when you look at them closely.”
“Seriously? That’s what he’s going for? I thought he’d have better pickup lines! Who falls for that? It’s the twenty-first century!”
“Uh, your dad apparently?”
Stiles’ jaw dropped as he saw his dad turn suspiciously red. “That can’t be a blush. Maybe he ate something wrong. Perhaps he has fever. Or I’m just imagining things. Hey, does he look a little red to you too?”
“Why else do you think I… Oh geez, his heart is racing.”
“What?! You think he’s gonna have a heart attack? So he’s red because he’s sick!” Stiles shot up from his seat before Scott kicked him in the shin.
“Oww! Couldn’t you just tell me to sit down? My legs are vulnerable with no hair to protect them! I didn’t even wear stockings because of the weather!”
“Shh! He’s gonna hear us.” Scott ducked his head and dug into his salad. If they were going to get caught, he might as well finish his meal.
Peter tilted his head at the familiar voice coming from a few tables behind. It sounded like the Stilinski boy. He had been too preoccupied with his cute date to notice his presence earlier. He had no idea why the boy smelled like he had been floundering in a sea of women’s perfume, but he could make out the faint scent of lilac on the teenager. Given how he could smell it on the father as well, he could only assume that they had lilacs in the house.
“Is everything okay, Peter?” The sheriff wondered if he was a boring date. He hadn’t been on a date in ages and nobody could be rustier than him even if they tried.
“Well, now that you ask, I’ll have to say you’ve been hiding that addictive smile of yours. I’m wondering what I could do to change that. You know I was drawn in by your sexy smile among many other things.” He heard a choking sound from the troublesome table and resisted snorting. He could do so much worse than this.
“Haha, I’m sorry. You wouldn’t believe how nervous I am right now. I wouldn’t blame you even if you regretted asking me out.”
“Now don’t hurt my feelings like that. I always know what I want and I keep my eyes on it until I get it. And, for the past couple of weeks, all I’ve been watching is you.” He ignored the gagging noise followed by a strong odor of contempt.
“That’s very flattering. I’ve actually seen you around here and there but I never thought you were checking me out.”
“Then what did you think?”
“I thought you were making sure I didn’t shoot your nephew for going out with my son.”
Peter laughed and took a sip of his red wine.
“I have to admit I was tempted once or twice, ever since I found one of my cuffs around Stiles’ bed post.”
Peter rolled his eyes at the sound of a chair getting knocked down. It would’ve been hard to miss it even without werewolf hearing; he had to keep the sheriff’s attention focused on him. “I can try to talk to Derek if that would make things easier for you.”
“You would? You think you could tell him to wait until next year to do spicy things with my son?”
“No, that would only make the boys go for it more often. But I could teach him how to give Stiles the maximum pleasure. If they’re not going to stop, they might as well make the most of it. You should know I’m very experienced with handcuffs and light bondage in general. Would you like to hear some of my fondest memories?”
Peter grinned as the smell of shock and horror rolled off both Stilinskis and the McCall boy. Then he heard the unmistakable sound of two sets of feet hurrying towards the counter. Now that the brats were out of the way, he could enjoy his date in peace. He would smooth the ruffled feathers of the sheriff and let him know what he would like to do with him for the rest of the evening.
Stiles was on his bed, chewing the end of his blond hair, when he heard the window slide open. Ever since he had told Derek that sneaking through the window was more romantic, his boyfriend had stopped ringing the doorbell.
“Derek!!” He sprang forward and threw his arms around the werewolf. He was grateful for the quick response time even though it hadn’t felt quick enough.
“Hey, are you all right? I almost didn’t recognize you.” Derek ran a soothing hand up and down his boyfriend’s back as he observed the disguise with great interest.
“I feel better, now that you’re here. I didn’t get changed in case you wanted to meet Stilia Stilinski.” Stiles left the muscular arms and took a step back to let Derek take in the sight of him.
“She has blue eyes, like mine before I became an Alpha.”
“Yeah, Lydia insisted I needed to change my eye color to complete the look.”
“You look gorgeous.” Derek pulled the teenager back into his arms before frowning at the weird sensation. “What are these digging into my chest?”
Stiles swatted the hand that came up to his breasts. “Hey! You can’t just cop a feel like that! Where are your manners?”
Derek pushed his face between Stilia’s breasts and sniffed. “What are these? Bird seeds?”
“Yeah! Canary seeds to be exact. Don’t they look real?” Stiles fondled the stuffed nylon stockings. “It was one of the most recommended materials on crossdressing websites!”
Derek had to laugh at his boyfriend’s thorough research. “Why didn’t you go with good, old water balloons? You only had to pose for a short time. It would’ve been easier.”
“Duh, have you met me? My limbs flail out of control all the time! What if I accidentally stabbed myself with a fork? My boobs would’ve spilled all over the table and it would’ve gotten everyone’s attention! We would’ve been forced to skip town!”
“You would’ve left me behind and taken off with your dad?” Derek felt his heart sting. He thought that they had settled into a solid relationship.
“No, you dumbass. I meant ‘we’ as in ‘you and me.’” Stiles poked his seedy breasts and Derek’s sculpted chest for emphasis.
“What about your dad?” Derek trapped the teasing finger in his palm.
Stiles shrugged. “I don’t know. He has a job here and he may have found someone who’d look after him.”
“Hey, you’re overthinking it.” Derek brushed the blond bangs to the side and kissed Stiles’ forehead. “They went out on one date and we don’t even know if it’s going well. Besides, you think Peter’s capable of looking after someone? Oh, please.”
Stiles chuckled at the mocking tone and pressed his lips against Derek’s cheek. “But Scott told me it didn’t sound like Peter was lying when he used those lame pickup lines. Although I wouldn’t be surprised if Peter has mastered the art of lying through his fangs, without his heart skipping a beat. Hmm, but it’s kinda true that the Stilinskis have addictive smiles so maybe he didn’t have to lie.”
Derek smiled to see the smile in question; Stiles always mirrored his smiles. “Even if Peter’s serious about getting to know your dad, that doesn’t mean the sheriff wouldn’t go to the end of the earth with you.”
Stiles buried his face in the werewolf’s neck and let out a wounded sound. “But he blushed, Derek. My dad doesn’t blush. He forgot how to blush. Or at least that’s what I thought. I was apparently wrong.”
“Stiles, I can imagine it hurts to see your dad with someone other than your mom. But hasn’t he been lonely enough? Think about how much lonelier he’d be when you leave for college.” Derek hugged him tighter so that the words would sting a little less.
“I know. But I only have a year and a half left with him and I don’t want to share him.”
Derek swallowed a few times to keep the envy and bitterness down his throat. Sometimes it was impossible not to miss his father when he was near a father and son who cared so much about each other.
“Oh, Jesus… I’m so sorry, Derek.” Stiles kissed the stiff throat a few times. He was slowly getting better at detecting his boyfriend’s moods. “I shouldn’t have whined about my dad in front of you. My bad.”
“Don’t worry about it. It’s good to see you value your time with him while he’s still around.” Derek released the human and sat down on the bed.
“You’re not mad at me? I should’ve been more considerate. Sorry.” Stiles flopped down on the chair in front of his desk.
“Considerate? You? Have you met yourself?” Derek teased with a grin.
“You want me to answer that as Stiles or Stilia?”
“Come here so I can kiss you both.”
“Oh, you kissing monster.” Stiles skipped into the werewolf’s arms and enjoyed a breathtaking kiss. His lip gloss made Derek’s lips glisten and he forgot about the disaster. Derek’s lips had a tendency to make him forget about everything else.
Bleep.
Stiles jumped and pulled out his cell phone from the skirt pocket.
“Where did you get this blouse and skirt anyway? Don’t tell me you bought them.” Derek kneaded his boyfriend’s ass while he unlocked his phone.
“Nah, these are old stuff from Lydia’s aunt. She got ‘cleansed’ in one of those fancy retreats and lost a whole lot of pounds.”
“Good for her.”
“And for you too apparently. You can’t keep your hands off me.”
Derek was about to argue that it was just the new look that turned him on when Stiles squealed in horror. “What is it?”
“It’s dad! He’s going to get a drink with Peter!”
“And?”
“What do you mean ‘And’? He’s getting a drink with Peter! He’s not coming home right away! Does this mean he managed to digest food in front of that oily creature? Do you think Peter’s trying to get him drunk to have his wicked way with him? Oh god…”
“Stiles, your dad’s a mature adult. He knows what he’s doing. He’ll be home just fine before you know it.” Derek didn’t give his boyfriend a chance to say another word and kissed him deeply. He would gladly help Stiles pass the time until his dad got back.
Stiles was draped over the werewolf after losing himself twice in the pit of arrrousal. Nothing had a more calming effect on him than listening to Derek’s strong, regular heartbeat. It worked better than Adderall and it had no side effects.
He let out a contented sigh as he snuggled closer to his boyfriend. Derek was warm, they had showered together, and he had gotten more than he had hoped for with his drag. Everything felt right in the world and nothing could possibly…
“Uh, oh… The wheels inside my head just started to turn again. Quick! Lips!” Stiles lifted his head from Derek’s chest and let his boyfriend kiss him. Where was partial amnesia when he needed it?
He tried his best to concentrate on Derek’s face. His hands caressed the stubble on his chin while he deepened the kiss. Every time Peter’s creepy face sneaked into his mind, he poured more love into Derek’s. Why couldn’t all the Hales be awesome as his? He felt bad for his dad who was stuck in a bar with a faulty Hale.
“Bleah, I give up. I keep seeing your uncle’s face and it’s ruining the kiss.”
“Great. Now you’ve ruined it for me too.” Derek shuddered and finished the glass of water that was on the nightstand.
“What time is it? Why isn’t dad home yet? I didn’t hear my phone make a sound, did you? Should I try his cell? Please tell me my dad wouldn’t put out on his first date.” He was about to go fetch some bleach for his imaginative mind when he heard the sound of a car engine through the open window.
“That’s Peter’s.” Derek kindly informed his boyfriend who pushed his upper body out of the window.
“Derek! Hurry! Tell me what they’re talking about.” Stiles motioned the werewolf to come forward.
“Stiles, I thought we talked about this. I’m not going to invade someone else’s privacy just for your curiosity.” Derek stepped forward but made his opinion clear.
“Privacy? Who cares about privacy when my dad could be in danger?”
“Exactly what kind of danger do you think he’s in?”
“I don’t know! That’s why I’m asking for your help!”
When his boyfriend didn’t come any closer, Stiles gave up and leaned out farther. The two men were on the porch, seemingly speaking in a low voice. He couldn’t hear anything but he definitely saw Peter’s hand climb up his dad’s shoulder to his face. “Oh, you’re going to be sorry for that, mister.”
Stiles fetched the lacrosse ball from his desk and threw it as hard as he could. He hoped that all the practice would be worth it and that he wouldn’t hit his dad by mistake. He almost fell out of the window but Derek caught his legs. They both ducked under the windowsill before the men could see them.
“Ouch.” Peter picked up the ball from the ground and looked up at the second floor. It didn’t hurt but the message was clear; the son of his date didn’t approve of him. He would have normally seen the ball coming but he had been distracted by the attractive face in front of him.
“My apologies, Peter.” The sheriff winced as he recognized the ball. “I’m sure it’s nothing personal. I haven’t dated in a while so he’s not used to seeing me with someone other than his mother. Give him some time and he’ll come around.”
“Don’t worry about it. I understand. It’s completely natural, especially since he’s only a teenager.” Peter put on a gentle smile.
“That means a lot to me, thanks. Is there anything I can do to apologize for him?” The date might have started awkwardly but he was determined to end it better.
“Well, I’ve been thinking about your lips all evening.” The werewolf grinned.
The sheriff nodded but couldn’t hide his nervousness as he looked down and rubbed his right shoe against the ground.
“Listen, if you don’t feel…”
“No. I had a really good time tonight. A goodnight kiss would be a good way to finish a good date.”
“Good.” Peter knew that the fastest way to gain your date’s trust was to use his favorite word.
The sheriff swallowed his nerves and brought his hand up to Peter’s face. Werewolves did seem to have slightly higher body temperatures than humans. As Peter leaned in, he closed his eyes and decided to go with the flow. He had to trust his body to remember how to kiss.
“Dad! Why aren’t you coming in already? Your curfew was twenty minutes ago! We have rules in this house for a reason!”
The sheriff let out a sigh. How did he get a hold of his megaphone? “You mean your curfew!”
“I think you missed the memo, dad! It’s the Stilinski curfew! That means it applies to both Stilinskis!”
The sheriff wanted to tell him that he was an adult and therefore didn’t have a curfew, but he didn’t want to broadcast their conversation to the whole neighborhood. “Fine! Give me a minute! I’ll be inside right away!”
He waited until his son disappeared into the room but it never happened. “Stiles! I asked you to give me a minute!”
“What for? Dad, I really need you up here. I stubbed my toe pretty badly. It’s bleeding!” Stiles acted as if he had lost some of the precious Stilinski blood.
The sheriff’s expression changed at the alarming information. Excessive blood loss due to an intensely stubbed toe was a realistic possibility for his son. “I’m coming, son! Don’t move and take deep breaths for me!”
“Okay. I love you, dad!” Stiles gave him his most grateful smile and saw his dad explain something to the bad wolf. It seemed like he wasn’t in the mood for a kiss anymore.
“Yeeess!!” He fist pumped the air and faced his boyfriend. “Quick! Bite me on the big toe!”
“What? I’m not into that sort of thing…” Derek looked away.
“You’re half wolf, lover boy! Of course you’re into biting yummy body parts! And, hey, how would you know whether you’re into it or not when we’ve never tried it before?” Stiles slapped himself to stop picturing them exploring new kinks in bed. He only had a couple of minutes before his dad came upstairs.
“I’m not biting your toe, Stiles.” Derek sat down on the floor with a frown.
“Come on, Derek. Open up and bite me! I swear my foot is clean. You cleaned me very thoroughly, remember?” Stiles tried to shove his left foot in his boyfriend’s mouth while his arms were stretched wide to keep his balance.
“Stiles!” Derek pushed him away. “I’m not some dog that bites whenever you say ‘Bite’. If you really want to see blood, you better start thrusting your foot into the wall.”
“But that’s not what I want to thrust! And, certainly not into a wall!” Stiles slapped himself again to stay on topic. He hoped that his dad didn’t get the wrong idea about his red cheek and shoot his boyfriend.
“Please, Derek. Work with me here. It’s in your best interest as well! I might lose my toenail if I actually stub my toe. Then I’ll have to be rushed to the hospital and the doctor will tell me it’s important not to do any strenuous activities, which we all know means sex!”
“Fine, give me that foot.” Derek didn’t hide his irritation. But before Stiles could get a chance to freak out, he made a shallow cut on the big toe with his claw.
“Ow…” Stiles joined him on the floor and inspected his toe. He hoped that his dad fell for the trick. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. Try not to go into panic mode and get wheeled into the ER, okay? Call me if you need me.” Derek kissed the top of Stiles’ head before leaping out of the window. He didn’t want to face the sheriff and get a lecture about how he was supposed to keep his son safe.
Stiles sat alone for a minute, wondering if he had pushed it too far. He was just looking out for his dad, right? Despite working as a sheriff, his dad had a fragile heart. He wouldn’t allow it to get even a tiny scratch. And, there were so many good people in Beacon Hills. If he had to share his dad, if he was lonely, he would gladly help him find someone who didn’t have a questionable character. His dad couldn’t have enjoyed Peter’s company, could he? As far as he was concerned, one date with Peter was enough. It was time to move on to other candidates.
“Let me see that foot, son.”
Stiles looked up at his dad who was holding a first-aid kit. There was worry written all over his face but there was another layer right under it. His dad looked different and he blamed that unfamiliar layer. What was it? Contentment? Relief? Subdued excitement? “Hey, dad.”
“Hey.” The sheriff opened the kit and took a good look at the toe. He wasn’t looking at a stubbed toe; the injury was inflicted by something sharp. His kid had lied to get him inside the house. His precious boy had harmed himself because of him. Peter had given him the heads up that he couldn’t smell any blood from the porch, but the injury didn’t feel minor. Whatever had cut his son had also ripped his heart open.
“So how was your date? Did you have fun?” Stiles didn’t like how his dad’s face had grown dark and painful. “Don’t worry. It’ll heal in no time. It doesn’t even hurt!”
“I’m sorry, Stiles.” The sheriff disinfected the cut and patted his son on the foot.
“Uh, I think that’s my line, dad… I didn’t mean to shout into the megaphone like that, sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” Stiles scratched the back of his head.
“It’s okay. If you haven’t noticed, I have a pretty high tolerance for your suspicious activities.” The sheriff grinned and put a band-aid on the toe.
“Suspicious activities! You make it sound like I’m a well-known criminal! The one you haven’t caught yet because he leaves no evidence behind!”
The sheriff rubbed his son’s short hair with affection. As fun as it had been to be out on a date, he had been concerned about his kid all evening. He inspected Stiles from head to toe in case he was hurt somewhere else. They would get over these difficult times together just like any other times. “Uh, Stiles?”
“Hmm?”
“Did you shave your legs? And, why are there seeds all over the floor?”