the murmur of your breath against my skin

by lavenderlotion

Summary:

“He’s straight, you know.”

Stiles squawked and nearly fell over when Erica popped up on his side despite the fact that he was sitting down. He sent her a dirty look as he scrambled back upright and made sure that he hadn’t lost any important metal pieces in the grass.

“Wha—“

“But he doesn’t mind sharing.”

Notes:

• For Kymera219, panicbutton.

this is my first go at writing a poly-v!

written for the Teen Wolf Rarepair Character of the Month!

Stiles was absolutely not perving on Boyd. Perving on Boyd would be rude and inappropriate and Stiles was totally kind and respectful. Boyd crouched down with a snarl, and Stiles’ thoughts blanked out with arousal.

Okay, maybe he wasn’t kind or respectful, but…

Huh. Yeah, he was totally perving on Boyd.

Well, now that he had that little moral dilemma dealt with, he went back to staring.

Because Boyd was so hot, and watching Boyd spar with the pack was one of Stiles’ favourite pastimes. He was supposed to be cleaning his gun, but instead, he was sitting against a tree and staring as Boyd, shirtless and in a scrap of fabric that could technically be called shorts, sparred against Derek.

Derek was also hot, but Stiles’ preferences definitely ran bigger and burlier, and senior year had done Boyd good. Not only was he hot as hell, but he was also showy and dramatic and he never failed to do something that showed off how strong he was, making his supernaturally gigantic biceps flex and ripple and all around do things that made Stiles’ pants feel embarrassingly tight considering where he was and who he was surrounded by.

He watched Boyd throw Isaac into a tree and whimpered a little bit, just to himself, before he forcefully looked back at his gun.

“He’s straight, you know.”

Stiles squawked and nearly fell over when Erica popped up on his side despite the fact that he was sitting down. He sent her a dirty look as he scrambled back upright and made sure that he hadn’t lost any important metal pieces in the grass.

“Wha—”

“But he doesn’t mind sharing,” Erica murmured quieter, her voice subdued in a way that made it clear she didn’t want the rest of the pack listening in.

Despite the super senses, they were usually pretty good at being respectful. Sure, it had taken them a couple of years to really get their footing and figure themselves out, but they had a handle on being a pack.

Which meant that Erica, for one reason or another, was trying not to draw attention.

Stiles looked over at her with wide eyes. He made sure that he looked at her face and not the plunging neckline of her sports bra, because even though he’d already decided he wasn’t kind or respectful, he could at least pretend he wasn’t a complete douchebag.

Plus, Erica had really, really sharp claws that she liked using as often as possible.

“What?” he asked, ‘cause he was smooth and eloquent.

Erica snorted as she sat beside him.

Only, she sat like really beside him. Like, her knee ended up on his thigh beside him.

And while that was totally fine—personal space was a fucking pipe dream in a pack of wolves—he was feeling sortamaybealittlebit guilty for perving on her boyfriend and trying not to perve on her.

Which meant that having her close enough that Stiles could feel the supernatural heat she was pushing off made him feel a little awkward.

“Boyd,” Erica said as if that was an answer to his question. It wasn’t. “He’s straight.”

“I… know that?” Stiles said slowly. Then, because he had no idea what else to say, murmured, “Thank you?”

“You’re welcome.” She pushed her hair back in a way that made her face look a little sharper, a little sexier, and gave him a look that made his half-mast stiffen right back up. “But he doesn’t mind sharing me. Especially if the person I’m interested in is someone we both like.”

Stiles blinked a few times as that collection of words ran around his brain and conjured up any number of very, very sexy mental images that all but sent him spiralling towards a panic attack because she was sitting right in front of him. Despite what Erica had said, there was no way she could mean what it sounded like she meant, right?

“… I am confused and aroused,” he murmured, because that was safe and honest.

“I’m sorry, maybe I’m not being clear enough,” Erica said. She was still sitting too close, her knee a steady point of pressure against Stiles’ thigh. He turned to face her fully, making sure that she had his full attention in a way that he knew she liked from years of friendship. Just as he expected, her smile got a little softer, a little sweeter, and Stiles grinned in response. “You know that I used to have a crush on you.”

Stiles’ face immediately heated up into what had to be a ruddy, unattractive flush and his smile turned strained. He nodded his head a few times and finally said, “Yeah, I know. You told me about it. After you were with Boyd.”

“Right.” Her smile was soft and teasing in a way that Stiles really, really liked. “Well… it never really went away.”

Stiles hummed to show that he’d heard her and to buy himself some time as he forcefully tried to keep himself from freaking the fuck out. That was pretty fucking hard to misconstrue, but Erica was with Boyd and Erica was happy with Boyd.

Happy in a way that they didn’t really get in the lives they lived.

Stiles looked closer, and… well, Erica looked nervous too. It helped, a little, knowing that the ground was a bit more even.

“I’m sorry I didn’t notice you back then,” Stiles whispered. He knew that, while brash and impulsive and completely unreserved, Erica didn’t lie. “If I have one great regret of high school… well, it might not be that, ‘cause of the whole, uh, possession thing, but missing my chance with you is pretty high up there.”

Erica snorted at his attempt at levity before she pinned him with a look that Stiles absolutely could not look away from. God, why were her eyes so bright? “Really? You… you’ve thought about it? About me?”

“Thought about you, about Boyd, about you and Boyd. I—”

“Oh, I think about the two of you too. A lot.”

The innuendo layered through her voice was absolutely impossible to miss and while Stiles had no idea what was actually going on, he could at least lean into that.

“And he’s completely straight? Like no chance he’s even a little bit on the Kinsey scale.”

“It’s a shame, really,” Erica murmured as she shook her head. “The hetero of it all. I don’t understand it.”

“Me neither,” Stiles whispered right back. They were leaning close, angled towards each other, and it felt intimate despite being outside. “Why the hell would you limit yourself from all the hotness that’s out there?”

“He doesn’t even appreciate my M/M/F porn links,” Erica bemoaned.

Since Stiles was feeling a little more like he was on even footing—or, at the very least, like he wasn’t entirely out of his depth, he leaned towards Erica and dropped his voice down low into a register that he knew was hot—thank you, college—and asked, “Does that mean we won’t be having a threesome?”

Erica laughed sharply and the surprised, genuine peal of joy pulled a smile onto Stiles’ face.

“M-Maybe for my birthday?” she admitted as she let her hair fall forward and cover some of her face like she used to do when they were just stupid kids in way over their heads.

Stiles took a deep breath as he rolled his shoulders back, and then tucked the hair behind her ear. He trailed his fingers across the plush shape of her cheek and caught the corner of her mouth with his thumb.

“But you and I? We don’t have to wait for your birthday, do we?” he asked in a bout of completely unfounded confidence that probably came from the way she was still leaning into his space.

Good god, when the hell had he gotten so smooth?

“No, Stiles, we don’t have to wait.” Erica’s voice was soft and sweet, and the smile that slipped across her face was all types of sexy.

Stiles was leaning in to taste it when a shadow crossed in front of them and shocked him back.

“You keeping my girl company?” Boyd asked as he dropped onto the grass and sprawled out in a patch of sun like some sort of Greek Adonis who was personally crafted to make Stiles hard.

He took a deep breath and tried to will his heart to calm the fuck down, since it was only Boyd.

Oh my god, it was Boyd!

“He’s being very nice to me,” Erica murmured before Stiles could really start freaking out, but she leaned in until her lips were brushing against Stiles’ ear and he whimpered when she blew hotly across the sensitive skin.

Boyd threw him a smirk as he tipped his head back into the sun. “Good. I have to work tonight; will you two be alright alone or do we all need to talk first?”

Erica looked at him heavily, and it was only when the silence began to stretch out uncomfortably that Stiles noticed how tense Boyd was despite the way he was sitting.

Oh, they were waiting for him.

Stiles cleared his throat and went with the first thing that came to mind.

“I mean, if I’m not totally misreading things and talking out of my ass, then yeah—if you’re gonna be out, I wanna take Erica on a date,” he said. He turned to her immediately and asked, “If you want to, that is. There is definitely a longer conversation the three of us should have, but I figure a date with us is a good place to start? Figure out if we need to have that longer conversation.”

“I think a date would be really nice, Stiles,” Erica murmured sweetly, and Stiles couldn’t hold himself back from leaning in and brushing his nose against hers in a bunny kiss.

She threw her head back and laughed, but Stiles had long since learned the difference between laughing with and being laughed at. He let his smile turn a little dopey as he took in Erica’s happy, smiling face and then groaned when she leaned in and stole a supernaturally fast kiss before she leaned back against her hands and pushed her chest out to catch the sun just like Boyd was doing.

His eyes pinged between the two of them for a moment before he dropped his face into his hands with a groan.

Oh, he was in so much trouble.

Notes:

i do the thing on tumblr!

kudos aren’t the same as getting a comment, so a comment, as short and sweet or as sprawling and sporadic as you can manage, would be greatly appreciated!

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 1 of Teen Wolf Rarepair Character of the Month