The horror of another Halinski [2/?]
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: 5,752
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.
Previously in ‘The horror of another Halinski’…
Stiles had heard from his dad that he was going out with Peter Hale on Friday night. Since Derek had refused to help him spy on them, he had taken Scott to the restaurant and they had posed as a female/male couple. Peter had been forced to chase them away by mentioning his love for bondage to get some privacy.
Stiles had come home and had introduced Stilia to his boyfriend who had helped him forget about the disaster. But as the arrrousal wore out, he had freaked out again and had stopped his dad from enjoying a goodnight kiss.
The sheriff had realized that his son had hurt his toe on purpose and had muttered an apology; he hadn’t thought that it would upset his kid that much. Then he had noticed how Stiles had shaved his legs and how there were seeds all over the floor. What had his son been up to?
It was a bright Saturday morning in Beacon Hills but one boy wasn’t his usual bright self. Stiles was sitting on the grass in his backyard with a complicated mind. He was feeding the remnants of his breasts to the birds that were having a feast. “Oh, you kinky little beasts.”
He let out a sigh as he recalled the events of last night. At his dad’s inquiry, he had come up with a ridiculous explanation (as usual) about his shaved legs and the birdseeds on the floor. The latter had been easy. He had gone with how they were for a school project and how he had spilled them by mistake. It happened all the time so his dad had just helped him clean up. The former had been trickier. On record, he had shaved his legs because there were only so much hair one bed could handle. He had explained that werewolves were hairier than humans even in human form (which was true) and that the Hales seemed to like their partners hairless (which was false). He had been counting on his dad being an old-fashioned guy. There was no way that he would shave his legs or any other part of his body to get into Peter’s bed. As far as he was concerned, he had killed two birds with one stone.
‘Okay, that’s just inappropriate when I’m feeding birds and saving them.’
After that, his dad had left the room ashen-faced without any further questions. Normally it would’ve been great, but he hadn’t gotten an answer out of him if he had enjoyed his date.
‘Let’s face it. He was willing to kiss Peter goodnight. That means he had a great time, right? Oh, what does it matter… Peter’s not the one for him. He’ll realize it sooner or later.’
He patted the birds and finished feeding them before entering the house. The unforgettable scent of lilac welcomed him the moment he closed the back door. He had grown used to having lilacs in the house but it gave him a fresh sting today. Lilac had been his mom’s favorite flower, and neither he nor his dad had been able to stop drenching the house with its fragrance. It was usually his dad who bought the flowers, but on the rare occasions that he forgot or didn’t have the time, he covered for him.
It was now impossible to imagine the house without that particular scent. He had learned at school that the sense of smell was the most powerful memory trigger, but he had never brought it up to his dad. They knew that they had to move on but had no intention to. Or at least, that was what he had thought until his dad had gone out with Peter Hale. He wondered what his mom thought about her husband going out on a date.
He headed towards the kitchen to grab a bottle of water when he saw his dad sitting at the kitchen table. Without his sheriff uniform, he just looked like a sad man looking at the lilacs in the middle of the table. Giving up on water, he walked up the stairs with a gloomy face. What he and his dad wouldn’t give to see his mom again…
He closed the door of his room and turned around. That was when he saw a creature outside the window. “Ahhhck! Isaac! You scared the hell out of me!”
The window was shut but he knew that the werewolf could hear him. He hurried to the window and let the visitor in. “Why didn’t you ring the doorbell?”
“I saw Derek used the window now.”
“But that’s only for the romance!”
“What romance?”
“Urgh, never mind. But what if someone saw you up there? You should be more careful. There’s only so much Derek and dad can do to protect you.”
“Relax. I was pretending to fix the roof.”
“With your bare hands?”
Isaac shrugged. “Nobody looks that closely.”
Stiles recognized the nonchalant shrug. Like Alpha, like beta. “How did you know I was home?”
“Derek told me you caught up on your studies on Saturdays until he picked you up for a date.”
“Damn. Am I that predictable?”
Isaac shrugged again. “Derek seems to think a regular schedule’s healthy for your hyperactive mind.”
Stiles was surprised. “How do you know that? He said that to you?”
“I’m his only beta. He tells me a lot of things. Sometimes with too much detail.”
The teenagers shared an uncomfortable look. On the one hand, Stiles was glad that Derek had someone to talk to other than him. On the other hand, he hoped that Derek knew what to share and what not to.
“Uh, right. So what brings you here?” Stiles sat on his bed while offering Isaac his chair in front of the desk.
“I wanted to ask how Scott was doing. You know, after breaking up with Allison.” Isaac twirled a few strands of his curly hair.
“He’s horny as hell. Last night at the restaurant, he tried to rub his leg against mine under the table! He swore it was an accident, but pfft, I’ve been his best friend for ages! I can tell the difference!”
For some reason, Isaac seemed to perk up.
“So you think he’s flexible? He must be if he doesn’t mind rubbing against a guy.”
“Oh, no. Yesterday I had girly legs. No hair and all smooth.”
Isaac’s face expressed confusion, doubt, and then horror. “Oh well, I guess I shouldn’t judge my Alpha’s kinks. It must be written somewhere in the Universal Declaration of Werewolf Rights.”
“No, no. Okay, Derek did like my girly self, who’s called Stilia by the way, but I wasn’t in drag for him!”
As Isaac’s eyes asked for more information, Stiles told him about his dad’s date and how he and Scott had followed the men to the restaurant in disguise. The werewolf wouldn’t have listened to any of it if it was before, but he had become docile since they had lost Erica and Boyd at the hands of the Alphas.
At some point down the road, Derek had had to ask for Peter’s help so that Isaac would stop having nightmares. Peter had agreed to help under one condition: that Derek would give him a second chance. Derek had begrudgingly accepted and had done as he was told. It was all about solidifying the bond with the Alpha, so Derek had taken Isaac jogging every morning and hunting twice a week. Stiles had lost count of how many rabbits and deer he had eaten during those few weeks.
“Uh, so why did you come see me again? If you wanted to know how Scott was doing, you could’ve just called.”
“That’s not the only reason I’m here.” The werewolf twisted the hem of his T-shirt.
“Come on, Isaac. Spit it out. I just told you I used birdseeds for my boobs. I think it’s safe to say whatever you want to tell me’s going to sound better than that.”
Isaac cracked a smile. Stiles had his moments. “I want to ask if you think Scott would be opposed to something new. You know, relationship-wise.”
Stiles rewound, in his head, everything that Isaac had said since he got here. “Oh wow, you have a little crush on Scott.”
Isaac nodded, looking at Stiles’ bare feet. It was weird to see hair on his toes when his legs were hairless. “What happened to your big toe?”
“That’s another story for another day. Let’s talk about this crush of yours. How did I not see this coming?”
“Because you were too busy emitting large amounts of pheromone around Derek?”
“Haha, very funny. I assume you want my help, so you better watch that mouth.”
Isaac opened his mouth to bite back but soon shut it without a word.
‘Good boy.’ Stiles was pleased. “So what can I do for you?”
“Could you feel him out and see if I have a chance? I wouldn’t mind if it’s just physical for a while. It’s not like I’m getting any.”
“Okay, buddy, too much information. I’m glad Alphas don’t have to provide their pack with that kind of service. I would’ve had to set you on fire. Hey, that gives me an idea. If you’re up for some steamy werewolf action, what do you say to Peter?”
Isaac didn’t like how Stiles’ eyes sparkled with interest. “Peter who?”
“Who do you think? Peter Hale!”
Isaac started shifting before he could hold himself back.
“Okay, okay!! You could’ve just said no!” Stiles shielded himself with a pillow to protect his organs.
He waited until the werewolf shifted back to deliver his last sales pitch. “I know he’s a little older than Scott, but think about it. Age would mean more experience, right? Scott has only ever slept with Allison! A girl! And, doesn’t Peter have really nice skin? He’s a hottie! Plus, it’s not like he’s gonna say no to you! You’re a hottie too! You could have him wrapped around your little finger!”
Isaac glared with his golden eyes and showed his long, sharp fangs. Unfortunately, that was enough for Stiles to drop the idea. “Fine. Let’s get down to business then. If I help you with Scott, I expect you to help me with my dad. Quid pro quo.”
“Okay. What do you need me to do?”
“Not much. I just need to borrow your pretty ears.” Scott had made it clear last night that he didn’t want to rip his own ears off with his claws.
Isaac grinned. “Do you think my ears are pretty? You think Scott would find them pretty too? Maybe the right one, not the left one.”
Stiles shook his head in disbelief. Now that they had helped him with depression, he had come up with a bigger problem. Unrequited love had to be worse than depression. He didn’t think that Scott was bisexual but he had to give it a try. “Can I ask why it’s Scott? With your looks and body, you could have anyone. Is it because he’s the only werewolf around except for the Hales?”
Isaac shook his head, much to Stiles’ surprise. “It’s his words.”
Now Stiles was just baffled. “I’m sorry. Are we talking about the same Scott McCall here? You fell for his words? Not the puppy eyes or the naivety?”
“Yeah, he makes it sound like he cares about me. Back at the club when we were trying to deal with Jackson, he told me he didn’t want me to get hurt. It sounded like he meant it. He also told me he cried too when Dr. Deaton showed him how he could take someone’s pain away. I don’t know… I find it hard to admit I cried, you know. It makes you look weak.”
Stiles knew how Isaac’s late dad had treated him so it was more than understandable. It just felt incredibly sad to see a strong werewolf speak so weakly. “Hey, we all care about you. You know that, right? We’re like a family. I know I’m not a werewolf and Scott’s not in Derek’s pack, but you know we’re all here for you. We fought together and survived together. We probably have a much stronger bond than a regular family by now.”
“I hope so. I’ve never done well with families…”
Stiles let go of his pillow and gestured for his visitor to join him on the bed. “If that wasn’t crying out for a hug, I don’t know what is.”
He put his arms around the werewolf and tried to think about how his mom had used to hold him. He wanted Isaac to feel what he had once felt. Isaac was good at empathizing and this was a great opportunity to rely on that ability. When he felt slightly longer arms wrap around his shoulder, a big smile found its place on his face. They might miss their moms every day, but at least they had new family members to hold on to.
“Would you like to stay for the Stilinski brunch? Dad wouldn’t mind. Or did you already have breakfast? Not that it would matter. You wolves always look hungry.”
“Haha, thanks but I’ll pass. Derek already invited me to the Hale brunch. He said he finished the kitchen table.” Isaac released himself from Stiles’ arms.
“Oh yeah? I’ll have to check it out. Listen, are you free tomorrow afternoon? Scott and I have these Movie Sundays and tomorrow, it’s at Scott’s. Maybe you can come over and test the waters?”
“I could do that.”
“Great. I’ll tell Scott and text you the time.”
“Okay.”
The werewolf jumped out of the window before Stiles could recommend the front door. ‘Oh well, it’s probably good for his workout.’
Knock-knock.
“Stiles, brunch is ready.”
“Okay. I’ll be down right away, dad.”
Stiles closed the window and hurried downstairs. He had already activated too many brain cells today and needed to reward himself with a full meal.
Stiles had just finished impersonating one of his grandfathers with a milk moustache when the sheriff gestured at the butter. “Hand it over and nobody gets hurt.”
Stiles loved it when his dad made him giggle with silly lines like that. “Here you go, sir. I know better than to hold the butter hostage from you.”
“Smart kid.” The sheriff buttered his toast with a happy smile. Butter was the one thing that had never disappointed him. Even when his wife had passed away, even when his son had driven him crazy with his antics, he had always been able to count on butter.
“So Derek’s taking me out of town for a rock concert. What about you? You’re gonna get a long nap and indulge in curly fries? I’ll have to check the garbage later. But now that I’ve given you the heads up, you’re gonna destroy the evidence! Damn!”
“Actually I’m going out to do some clay pigeon shooting. It’s been a while.”
“That’s great! Gotta keep those shooting skills on top level. Moving targets can never be too easy. What time are you leaving?”
“After I see you boys leave safely with my own eyes.”
“Cool. Derek will pick me up around 4.”
“You’re coming home late?”
“The concert’s at 8 but Derek thinks we could be back around midnight.”
“Good. Remind me to give him some gas money. And, I know he’s a werewolf but if he looks tired, you do your part and take the wheel.”
“I’d gladly do that if he trusts me with his Camaro.”
“Then earn his trust. Show him more respect in his car. You could probably start by giving his sensitive ears and nose some rest.”
“Nose?! But I’ve only farted twice in that car! And, once was because he tickled me to death! I had a near-death experience!”
“Jesus, Stiles. I was talking about smelly food. Did you really have to mention farting while we’re eating?”
“But you didn’t speak clearly! How was I supposed to know what you meant?” Stiles pushed the butter closer to his dad. “Here. Have another piece of toast. Butter solves everything, right? It’ll get your appetite back.”
Stiles wished that he could replace the butter in the house with low-fat margarine. But the last time that he had tried to do that, his dad’s hand had moved to the right side of his belt where he normally carried the gun. ‘Perhaps I could get ‘I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter!’. Maybe he wouldn’t notice the difference. But then Lydia told me she could believe it wasn’t butter…’
He was about to take a spoonful of tomato soup when he noticed something weird about the way that his dad was using the butter knife. The cut of the butter wasn’t determined enough for a man who considered himself a master at using that specific knife. “Hold your horses right there.”
The sheriff paused for a moment and then resumed buttering. “What is it?”
Stiles narrowed his eyes. “Dad, I really hate to ask, but is there something you’re not telling me?”
“Why would you say that?”
“Why wouldn’t you answer me? It looks suspicious.”
“Stiles, I’ve only had half a cup of coffee yet. Can we enjoy our meal without throwing any suspicions around?”
“But you haven’t answered my question.”
“What would I possibly hide from my own son? I think you boys have had a little too much fun delving into supernatural mysteries.”
Stiles slapped his leg as he figured it out. “Oh my god! You’re not going alone, are you? You’re going shooting with Peter!”
“I’m not confirming or denying anything until my lawyer gets here.”
“You don’t have a lawyer!”
“I’m getting one right now.”
“Dad, this is ridiculous. Your unwillingness to give me an answer already gave me an answer!” Stiles threw his hands in the air. “When did this happen? You didn’t mention anything last night!”
The sheriff gave up. The sooner he dealt with it, the sooner he could return to his meal. “He texted me early this morning. He seems like a diligent man. I can appreciate that.”
“He wakes up early because he’s a werewolf! They don’t need as much sleep as we do, thanks to their freakishly fast healing mechanism!”
“Son, there’s always an exception to the rule but he doesn’t seem to be one. That’s good enough for me.” The sheriff picked up his toast and ate it with renewed hunger.
Stiles made a strategic retreat and ate his soup. As long as he won the war, it didn’t matter if he lost a few battles on the way. He might have to accept that Peter was diligent but he sure as hell didn’t have to accept that he was safe to go shooting with. “Hmm, I’m not sure what to think about Peter carrying a shotgun around you. I know we’ve established he has no intention to hurt you, but what if he shoots you by mistake? Accidents happen all the time!”
“I’ll wear a vest then.”
“What if it’s your head?”
“I’ll wear one of those SWAT helmets too.”
“You don’t have a SWAT helmet!”
“My new lawyer’s bringing it to me. And, this is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you.”
“So you were going to sneak out with a bad boy behind my back? That’s why you asked me when I was leaving and coming home! You were planning a perfect crime! Wait, I think these should be your lines. Oh god, I never want to be a dad if this is what dads go through.”
The sheriff chuckled at his son’s pained expression as he took a sip of his coffee. “It’s not all that bad. A dad gets to be proud when his son trusts his old man to keep himself safe and lets him go out on a date.”
“Urgh… It’s not that I don’t trust you, dad. But if Derek hadn’t already got the tickets, we could’ve joined you and I could’ve been your backup.”
“Stiles, I promise I’ll empty my clip in that good-looking face if he tries to cause any accidents, okay?”
“Fine.” Stiles chewed on his bacon with a grumpy face. He felt like he was now impersonating the Sourwolf. ‘Well, he’s been less sour since we got together. It’s great I get to see his beautiful smiles, hehehe…’
Sensing his son’s sudden change of mood, the sheriff quickly took the opportunity. “One last thing, son.”
“Shoot, dad.” Stiles made a face as his own words reminded him of clay pigeon shooting.
“What do you think I should wear? He told me my legs looked amazing in those jeans I wore yesterday. But if I wear the same ones, that would be a little too much?”
“Oh my god, I’m not sure I’m comfortable with this conversation. But if you really want to hear what I think, yeah, try wearing similar ones. But hey, maybe he won’t notice the difference. He didn’t seem to be terribly attentive.”
“He’s not blind, Stiles. Besides, he’s a fashion designer.”
Stiles scoffed. “What? Ahaha… Since when is he a fashion designer?”
“Since before the fire? He told me he was reluctant to ask me out while he was jobless but now that he sold a shirt to Coach Finstock, he feels like he’s working again. Oh, and he even offered to make a fine suit for both of us. How kind is that.”
“Wow, he said a lot of useless things on his first date, didn’t he? A desperate man looks very unattractive, very.”
The sheriff just laughed. He should be happy to have someone around who looked out so much for him.
Later that afternoon, the sheriff was bent over the clay pigeon thrower, making sure that everything was ready. It wasn’t that he distrusted the assistant at the shooting range; he just wanted to show off to his date how knowledgeable he was about this activity. So it was rather unfortunate that his date’s attention was completely focused on his ass.
“Okay, put in your earplugs. It looks like we’re all set.” He stood straight and headed towards the werewolf. He wondered why Peter looked a little disappointed. “Oh, did you picture one of those fancy automatic throwers? I don’t think we have those in Beacon Hills yet.”
Peter gave the sheriff a small smile. It was cute that he thought he would be disappointed over a thrower. “Don’t worry. I’ll get over it as long as you teach me how it’s done. I know I’m the one who suggested this place, but this is my first time here.”
“Is that right? I tried to teach Stiles last year but he was too worried he’d shoot himself in the foot. Looks like I got a second chance.” The sheriff returned the smile.
Peter breathed in the scent of joy coming from his date and relished how open he was. Some people were so reluctant to share their emotions that it was tough to read them. As much as he appreciated the challenge, he liked it better when his dates shone with positive emotions.
“Come on. Let me show you how to fire a shotgun.”
The werewolf picked up his gun but didn’t bother to listen to the instructions. He already knew how to use a shotgun and just wanted to have the sheriff’s arms around him.
“Like this?” He held his gun awkwardly and pretended to pull the trigger.
“No, you have to pull the gun closer to your body.”
“Like this?” Peter congratulated himself for being such a wonderful actor. One would think that he only had the looks but he also had the talent.
“Uh, not really… Let me help you with that. You’ve only ever used your claws, am I right? No guns at all?” The sheriff moved behind Peter.
“That’s right. They’re my most reliable weapon. I can catch bullets so I’ve never needed a gun even for self-defense.”
“You’ll have to show me that sometime.”
“With pleasure.”
Peter grinned as the sheriff wrapped his arms around his shoulders to help him hold the gun. The kind man started to talk but he found himself drawn into fantasy land once more. He could be pulling a different kind of gun closer to his body. He would put the right amount of pressure and pull it with precision, making the sheriff happy until the gun emptied its contents.
“Got it.” He responded instinctively when the talking stopped. “Can you help me with the first few shots though? Just to be sure.”
“Of course.” The sheriff stood even closer to the werewolf despite being a little nervous about the amount of cologne that he had used. He had asked Derek earlier, but who knew if the boy had just been polite.
“Mm, I can appreciate your taste for cologne. You smell nice.”
“Haha, thanks. I was worried I might offend your olfactory sense.” The sheriff hoped in vain that his faster heartbeat would go unnoticed.
“Not at all. I’m quite delighted.” Peter winked and looked ahead, giving his date a chance to blush freely. Very few creatures on Earth were known to be immune to the notorious Hale winks.
“Pull!” The sheriff yelled after recovering from the wink. As the assistant released the target in the air, he guided Peter to fire.
“It’s not as easy as it seems.” Peter confessed innocently.
“Haha, yeah. People come here to get rid of their anger, but I think they go home angrier. Let’s try it again. It’s all about following your instincts, Peter. Pull!”
They shot down a target after the sheriff’s order reminded Peter of his gun fantasy three more times.
“Yes!” They cheered in unison and shared a high-five. When the sheriff was about to put his hand down, Peter laced their fingers with his werewolf speed. The emotions that he absorbed through the sheriff’s palm made him glad that he had asked him out. They soothed him and gave him hope that he hadn’t felt in a very long time. Ever since his family’s house had been burnt down, all he had ever felt was the sickening urge to get revenge. Even when he had accomplished that mission, cutting wind had blown through his insides and had left him shuddering with loneliness and a deep sense of loss.
It was Derek who had opened his eyes to the possibility of finding happiness again. His nephew had found himself a strong human being with a big heart and a good head on his shoulders. If Derek had built up the courage to get over Kate and look for someone to love, why couldn’t he? And, since he and Derek shared a good portion of DNA, if he got along so well with the Stilinski kid, perhaps he could do the same with his dad? That had been the thought behind his new quest.
“Are you okay, Peter? Is it your ears? I knew I should’ve gotten better earplugs for you.” The sheriff caressed the top of his date’s ear in apology.
“No, it’s not that.” Peter let go of the warm hand and took out one of his earplugs. “I can hear just fine. Let me prove it to you.”
That was when he heard a fourth heartbeat. He looked around to see if someone had joined them but he couldn’t see anyone. He concentrated a little harder and realized that it was coming from one of the bushes.
“What is it?” The sheriff looked down at Peter’s claws.
The werewolf took a few steps towards the bush and sniffed the air. The scent was weak but familiar. “Oh, it’s nothing. Just a rabbit with curly hair.”
“There are rabbits with curly hair?”
“Yeah, some of the weird ones have brown curls. They also have asymmetrical eyes. I feel the urge to hunt it down and eat it raw, but what kind of a gentleman would do that on a date?” Peter smiled and put his claws back in. He could hear the startled bunny leave in a hurry.
‘I wonder if Derek gets to be the spy next. He’s the only werewolf left after all.’ Rolling his eyes, Peter watched the sheriff get into position. The kid could try all he wanted but he wasn’t going to give up dating a man who looked so hot with a gun.
Meanwhile, Stiles was in his boyfriend’s car, listening to the band that they were going to see. “Wake-up call~ Caught you in the morning with another one in my bed~ Don’t you care about me anymore~ Don’t you care about me, I don’t think so~ Okay, I don’t think this is appropriate to sing on a date. Dad said something about me abusing your ears anyway.”
Derek chuckled as he kept his eyes on the road. “He’s a great man.”
“Of course he is. But no man can be perfect and he’s the living proof! I don’t understand what he sees in Peter!”
“And, it’s not your place to understand. He’s the one going out with Peter, not you.”
“Huh, not in a supportive mood today? You’re just begging me to keep singing. Six-foot TALL~ Came without a warning so I had to shoot him DEAD~ He won’t come around here anyMORE~ Come around here, I DON’T THINK SO!!”
“Stiles!” Derek winced as he grabbed the wheel with one hand so he could rub his ear with the other. “You know, before all of this happened, Peter wasn’t too bad. Yes, he was annoying and so full of himself but he was all right.”
“I thought you didn’t really know him back then. And, did you just vouch for your evil uncle? Great men shouldn’t get along with evil men!”
“You want to go down that road? You know what they say: opposites attract. And, if you keep saying no to your dad, he’s only going to want it more.”
“Urgh, maybe I should’ve told him to wear his Thanksgiving pants this morning. But that would’ve been too obvious. Ah, why is this happening to me… Haven’t I been a good boy? Argh…”
Derek felt for his boyfriend who seemed to be genuinely bothered by the turn of events. He knew that Stiles had expected the sheriff to be done with his uncle after one meal and a drink. “You remember the day when we told your father about us? Remember how supportive he was?”
“Of course, Derek. How could I forget? I was terrified he was going to shoot you until you somehow managed to die.”
Derek smiled and pinched the teenager’s cheek. “Think about how miserable we would’ve been without his blessing. Forget about misery, I would’ve been in jail if he’d decided to charge me with statutory rape.”
“Don’t say that! We weren’t even doing much back then!”
“I’m sure giving you handjobs is illegal, Stiles. My point is, he wouldn’t have liked me at all, but he still put your needs and happiness first. If you really want to be a good boy, don’t you think you should support his decision too? Even if you don’t like it one bit.”
“You’re right. I keep telling myself the same thing but it’s not easy. The few times I pictured dad going out with someone, it was always someone who looked like mom. But now I see Peter in that place and it’s ruining everything!”
“Hey, I just want you to stop worrying over nothing. It won’t be too late to freak out later if things get serious between them or if something worrying happens. For all we know, they may not go out together for much longer.” Derek put a hand on his boyfriend’s lap and tapped it soothingly.
“All right, you sexy voice of reason. I’ll try to stay out of it. I can’t promise anything but I’ll try.”
“So you’re not going to make my beta work on Saturday afternoons anymore?”
“How did you know about that? I asked him to keep it a secret!”
But before Stiles could get an answer, his cell phone got his attention. “Speak of the devil… hello?”
Derek embraced himself for the upcoming release of the machine gun that was his boyfriend’s mouth.
“What?! So you just left? But we had a deal! That was just to scare you! He obviously wouldn’t have eaten you raw in public! You still filmed it, right?”
As Stiles’ voice got higher and louder, Derek quickly looked for a diner. Since they couldn’t have sex outdoors, especially outside the jurisdiction of the Beacon Hill sheriff’s department, he had to get food in front of the teenager right now.
“Are you sure dad caressed his ear? He wasn’t trying to rip it off? How good is your eyesight? Maybe you were too far away? No, you’re no James Bond! James Bond doesn’t run away from his mission just because someone insulted his eyes! I don’t care if he threatened you too! It was an empty threat! How could you not see that?”
‘Where are those damn diners?’ Derek’s search got more and more desperate but even with his superior eyesight, there were no diners to be seen. He cursed under his breath and pulled over before grabbing Stiles’ phone and throwing it in the back seat.
“Hey, I was using that!”
“That’s the point.” The werewolf unfastened his seat belt and leaned over the passenger seat. Then he turned Stiles’ face and kissed him. He couldn’t afford the boy hyperventilating with stress or passing out with shock. His heart was beating too fast and he needed to calm down.
Stiles clutched Derek’s shoulders and poured his frustration into his mouth. ‘Why couldn’t I have better spies to work with? Should I try bugging dad’s clothes? Or maybe I could get one of those tiny button cameras? Oh right, I just told Derek I’d try to stay out of it. Urgh, I wish I wasn’t a man of my word.’
“Focus, Stiles. Or I’m leaving you here and going to find someone who’d kiss me back properly.”
“Is this one of those empty Hale threats?”
“No.”
“Okay, I’m focusing then. Get back here, sourwolf.” Stiles wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s neck and kissed him. There was no better way to relieve stress than sharing an intimate kiss with his favorite ball of fur.