Christmas Play 1/2
Chapter 1
Stiles vaguely remembered Christmas as a kid, when it had been the three of them. Nothing specific, just the memory of comfy warmth and lights all around the house. He thought that he remembered his mother's smile and the crinkling of wrapping paper.
After, Christmas had become different. His dad had tried his best but Stiles still remembered the first Christmas without his mom as the worst Christmas ever. There had been a tree and presents but his mom hadn't been there, would never be there again, and he and his dad had ended up on the floor in the middle of discarded toys, hanging on to each other for dear life while they cried into each other's ugly Christmas sweaters.
It had become better over the years. His dad tried to be home for Christmas but being the Sheriff it was difficult. The years he didn't make it Stiles stayed over at the McCall's and that was good too.
This year, however, was different. Stiles didn't just have his dad and Scott this year, he had a whole pack and a boyfriend. And the best thing was that his father knew about the supernatural now so Stiles didn't need to hide anything from him. Except for the fact that it wasn't Derek he was seeing but his dad really didn't need to know that.
This year, for the first time in forever, the Stilinski house was brimming with anticipation. Stiles and his dad had spent the last few days cleaning and setting up every bit of decoration they had and now their living room looked like the set of one of those tooth-rottingly sweet Christmas movies.
On Christmas morning Stiles was up early. Not for presents, despite the fact that he had a longing look at them waiting for him under the tree, but because he needed to cook.
It had been his father's idea to invite not only the McCalls but Derek and his pack for dinner as well.
"You don't have to." Stiles had said at that idea, not sure what to think of it.
"Stiles." His father had looked at him with a fond smile. "Even if Derek wasn't your boyfriend, you're part of his pack. That's the closest thing to a family you have."
"You're my family." Stiles had managed to say around the lump in his throat.
Instead of an answer his dad had hugged him.
"I just want to have the house full this year." His father had said into the crown of his head. And with that it was settled.
Derek had raised his eyebrows in disbelieve when Stiles had invited him but a day later Isaac had told him that they would like to come, even Derek. Maybe this was the closest thing to a family they had as well.
Technically Peter was also invited, he was part of Derek's pack after all, but Stiles doubted that his father had even thought of the older werewolf. Not that Stiles wanted him to think about Peter at all.
Stiles asked him to come nevertheless but the older werewolf just shook his head.
"That would be a little awkward." He said.
"You're not my dirty little secret." Stiles hurried to say but it was only partly true. Everybody in the pack knew about them but he really didn't want his father to know. Or Melissa for that matter.
"I'm not the Christmas type of guy anyway." Peter said easily. If anything he knew that some things just needed to stay hidden, at least for a little while longer. "But you can come over later that day, if you want." He said it casually, as if it was just a thought that came to his mind just then but Stiles knew how to read his werewolf. And seriously? Nobody should be alone on Christmas.
"I wanted to come over to give you your present anyway." Stiles agreed. "And I thought we could play a bit after that." Since he had ordered Peter's present online, Stiles had fantasies. And ideas. He had some serious plans for Christmas.
Peter gave him a look as if he wanted to figure out what kind of present they were talking about, he had probably noticed the skip in Stiles' heart beat just thinking about it, but he didn't ask.
"I was thinking the same." Peter said with a smile that made Stiles wonder what kind of present the werewolf had for him.
"Great." Stiles gave him a wide grin. It felt good to be back on the same page.
Their first play night after Stiles had been kidnapped had been Peter's turn to pick and they had spent the evening on the couch, watching Iron Man. Stiles had thought it was over.
Turned out that Peter didn't want to do anything before they had talked. Stiles didn't want to talk about it, like at all, but Peter had just looked at him and had said: "Sometimes your limits change."
And if Stiles thought about it, he had to admit that there were things he wanted to kick off his kink list. Being tied to a chair, for example.
The first time Peter had tried to drag him somewhere during a scene, Stiles had screamed "Red!" before his brain had even caught up with what was happening.
They ended up with cuddling in Peter's bed that night. They hadn't tried dragging or kidnapping role play since then and Stiles had no intention to bring it up ever again. He was still game for a good chase, so there was that.
By now they had mapped out the new terrain and were back to their regular play nights.
Humming to Jingle Bells playing on the radio and wearing the ugliest Christmas sweater he had found Stiles swirled through the kitchen. This was going to be the best Christmas ever.
His dad had poked in his head earlier but when he saw the chaos surrounding his son he had retreated quickly.
"Holler if you need help." He called from the living room, voice suspiciously muffled by what Stiles assumed were cookies. It was Christmas so he let it slide.
In the early afternoon the McCalls arrived, bringing more presents and Melissa had a bottle of wine his dad put away "for later" while Stiles and Scott just rolled their eyes at each other.
Boyd and Erica were next and Isaac trailed in not long after that. He brought the biggest bottle of eggnog Stiles had ever seen and he instantly was everybody's favorite person. Stiles' dad got a bottle of another kind from his secret stash and started to hand out glasses with spiced drinks. When Melissa raised an eyebrow at him, he just shrugged.
"It's not that they can get drunk."
"If the sheriff insists …" Erica took a glass with a wolfish grin.
"Where's Derek?" Stiles asked from the kitchen while the others gathered around the Christmas tree in the living room.
"Don't worry, he'll be here in time for dinner." Erica yelled over to him. "He promised." She let her voice drop into a threat. There was a round of laughter but it was warm and lighthearted.
"Here." His dad had followed Stiles into the kitchen with a glass of eggnog. "You're the only one underage who can get drunk …" He didn't finish the sentence but handed his son the glass anyway.
"Don't worry." Stiles took a sip. "I've plans for tonight and he won't do more than cuddling if I'm intoxicated."
The different emotions flashing over his father's face at that were priceless and heart-warming at the same time and Stiles hurried to turn around to have a look in the oven so that the moment couldn't get too awkward.
Like he had promised Derek was there for dinner. Stiles couldn't tell when he had arrived or who had let him in but suddenly Derek was standing in the kitchen door, sipping eggnog.
"Get one or two of the others and set the table, would you?" Stiles asked while he swirled around in search for a more or less flat surface where he could mash the potatoes. When he turned back to the door, Derek was gone but seconds later Boyd and Scott stormed in to get the dishes and silverware.
When they all sat at the table with steaming plates in front of them and the air full with voices and laughter, Stiles glanced over to his father just to find him looking back at him. They shared a look of wonder, neither of them quite able to believe that it wasn't just them sitting at a way too quiet table.
But then Derek, who as his supposed to be boyfriend was sitting right next to him, past him the mashed potatoes and the moment was over.
After dinner the betas offered to do the dishes and Stiles was so not jealous of their werewolf metabolism. How did they even move after what they had packed away?
"I'm not going to move ever again." Stiles proclaimed and sagged deeper into his chair.
The promise of presents with pie and ice cream in the living room did make him move, though.
His father had made a point of having presents for everybody and in an unsupervised moment Derek had slipped gifts for all of them under the tree as well. The rest of them had little gifts for each other and the whole presents thing lasted for almost two hours.
In the end each of them had an impressive pile in front of them and everybody had grown quiet to examine their presents. Stiles had his nose buried in the book Derek had given him while the betas were trying to figure out how to play the board game Boyd had gotten. His father and Melissa were quietly talking on the couch and Derek sat in his chair, observing everything while he was absently fingering the mug Stiles had gotten for him. It was black with the silhouette of a wolf in gray on one site and red eyes and "Best Alpha" on the other. Derek had given him a look that had tighten Stiles throat and he hadn't let go of the mug ever since.
The only one missing was Peter. Stiles was pretty sure that he was the only one missing Peter which made it even sadder.
Later that evening Erica and Boyd were the first ones getting ready to leave, followed by Isaac and Scott who wanted to try out Scott's new game on his Xbox the rest of the night.
Stiles used the chance to slip out with Derek as well.
While Derek bagged his presents, Stiles dashed to his room to get his gift for Peter. When he came back downstairs, his father gave the still wrapped present in his hand a questioning look.
"Not every present should be opened in front of everyone." Stiles told him with a grin that made his father blush.
"So, you're going to stay out all night?" He asked, rubbing the back of his head without looking Stiles in the eye. Or in Derek's for that matter.
"That's the plan." And Stiles had plans, oh boy, did he have plans.
The way his father looked back at where Melissa was still sitting on the couch with a glass of wine he didn't mind having the house for himself for the night. And that was a thought Stiles didn't want to examine too closely.
"Should I drop you off at Peter's?" Derek asked when he pulled the Camaro out of the driveway.
"Please." Stiles gave him a smile, still a little in awe that Derek wasn't only okay with him and Peter being together, no he even played his boyfriend on occasions like this to keep his father and Melissa in the dark.
"You know." Stiles said, looking at the bag of Derek's presents at his feet with the mug carefully placed on top. "Mugs don't lie."
Derek didn't answer but Stiles caught a suspicious shine in his eyes.
Chapter 2
Masterpost