Chapter 1: Past and Present
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The sound of the glass picture frame shattering against the wall next to Derek leaves a stunned silence between the both of them. They’re both heaving, glaring at one another as they have a sort of standoff.
Stiles reaches out for something else to throw, a paperweight that they had received from Kira when they had thrown their housewarming party almost six years ago when Eli was just a baby.
Derek’s eye follows Stiles’ movement, realization on his face just as Stiles grips the paper weight. Derek holds out a hand, placating. “Stiles..h-hold on don’t-” as Stiles lifts the weight and sends it catapulting at Derek.
He misses, naturally. A dent in the wall is left in its place as it falls to the ground with a hard thunk.
Derek flinches, evading the object. “Jesus Christ!” He shouts. “Stop throwing shit at me!”
Stiesl narrows his eyes. “You’re a piece of shit and I hate you!” His voice cracks, tears welt in the corners of his eyes and Stiles tries to hold them back. He really doesn’t want to cry right now but he’s feeling so wrung out.
“Baby I’m sorry..”
Stiles shakes his head and he feels the tears coming, unable to stop them. “No..no.” His voice cracks, “you don't get to call me that, not when you’ve cheated.”
Derek rubs his face like he’s trying to think of what to say next.
“I will do anything to fix this. I-I’ll work from home more.. I-”
”Oh god,” Stiles interrupts, eyes widening. “Did you fuck her here? In our home? In our bed?!”
Derek doesn’t do anything but look ashamed and hang his head.
That’s it, the flood gates open and Stiles full on sobs, turning around to gain some privacy as his heart breaks even more.
He tries to wipe his face, but more tears come falling down.He hears the telltale sound of Derek coming closer, breaching the gap between them in the living room. Stiles whips around quickly, holding his hands out to pause Derek’s steps.
“Don’t you dare come any closer.” Stiles cries out.
Derek stops, resting hands on his hips and just watches as Stiles tries to stop sobbing.
He mumbles and for a moment Stiles thinks that Derek can’t really understand him due to the voice cracks.
Derek sighs. “I didn't mean for it to go this far.”
Stiles shoots his head up. That sadness immediately turning into bewilderment and astonishment. “Oh you didn’t mean to fuck our son’s archery teacher?!”
Derek runs a hand through his hair and lets it glide over his face. “No. I was just feeling neglected and-”
”Fuck you Derek.” Stiles spits out. “Neglected..”
He scoffs. “I’m sorry I didn't bend over and let you screw me enough so you had to find another hole to stick your dick in.”
He’s sad and just so fucking hurt.
Derek shakes his head and closes his eyes. “That’s not what I mean.” He relents. “It’s like I didn’t even matter to you. You literally forgot my birthday.”
There's silence.
Stiles shares a look, completely taken aback because surely he would remember his husband's birthday. That can’t be right though, Dereks birthday is around the same time the Beacon Hills apple orchard opens up to the public for picking season, and ..oh.
He did forget.
He feels raw, but the pain still seeping out from inside him. There's a pregnant pause as he tries to calm himself down. Stiles palms his moist face, sniffling and trying to just calm down. He takes a deep breath and releases it slowly.
“Fine. I forgot your damn birthday but does that excuse your months long affair with that woman.”
“Of course not, and again, I’m so sorry.” Derek takes a tentative step closer and Stiles shoots him a warning glare.
Derek pauses his movement. “Look,” He starts. “you’re not exactly innocent in all of this either.”
Stiles raises a challenging eyebrow and folds his arms.
“I tried to talk to you before me and Kate...” Derek sighs. “Before we started to see each other.”
Stiles scoffs.
“Can’t believe you’re trying to blame me for you not knowing how to keep your dick in your pants.”
“I’m not blaming you!” Derek barks. “I-I just want you to see that you don’t make things easy. We barely saw each other unless it was to drop off Eli at school or practice. And when we were in the same vicinity of one another, it was like I wasn't even there.”
Stiles unfolds his arms and sniffles before looking at Derek. Really looking at him.
“I’m sorry that you felt like I wasn't the perfect partner while working and trying to take care of our kid.”
It’s sudden, but Stiles grabs a mug half filled with cold tea and lugs it at Derek.
“I’m so sorry that you felt like I wasnt catering to your needs enough that you had to fuck her! You cheated on me!” Stiles scream, voice cracking at the end.
Derek looks up the way of the stairs, their young son sleeping in his bed. He holds a finger to his lips.
Stiles loses it. “Don’t fucking shush me you asshole!”
“I just don’t want you to wake up our son.” Derek says, voice stern.
Stiels lets out a haughty laugh.
“Ohh. Oh now you care about our son.” He throws up his hands and begins to pace back and forth. “I should have known what was happening when you started to volunteer to take Eli to his archery practices. I mean.. you would leave work early to do it.”
Derek lowers his head again.
“Stiles,” His voice is more subdued now, like he’s just tired and weak from all the fighting. “I will do anything to make this right. We can do couples therapy and I will never see her again.”
Stiles scoffs again, a scowl on his face as he shakes his head. Derek continues. “If it would make things more even, you can see someone else.”
He pauses his pacing and just stares at Derek in complete disbelief. “Derek, I’m not going to sleep with someone else so you don’t feel as guilty.”
“That’s not wh-” Stiles holds up a hand to stop him from talking.
“Kate. Kate. Really?” He sneers at Derek and. “I didn’t give you more credit for that.”
His husband can only watch with eyes filled with guilt and sorrow as he closes his eyes in an attempt at finding the right words before speaking. “Baby, I didn't know that she would do that to you..”
Stiles rolls his eyes and throws his hands up, continuing to pace again. “Oh god, more excuses.”
Derek follows Stiles’ movement in silence at the clock above their mantel ticks, counting down until it hits midnight. There's another bout of silence as he walks forward for five steps then turns around and walks back another five steps. He does it meticulously over and over and over again while thinking about all the things he’s missed over the past few months. Stiles thinks about the time Derek had called home from his office to tell him he’d be staying late and to just wrap his dinner up. He was disappointed but obviously understood that his husband was a hardworking lawyer. Stiles had no clue that he went to a hotel with Kate.
Stiles wrings his hands as he goes over all the times that Derek had practically begged to take Eli to practice and Stiles chalked it up to him wanting to spend a few more minutes with their son. He feels so fucking stupid and naive to have thought that, but then again he’d never had thought that his partner of over ten years would do this to him. To their family.
Derek sits on the ottoman in front of their couch, in front of Stiles.
“Stiles please,” He starts, “just say it, you’ve been wanting to say it all week.”
“No!” Stiles yells. “I don’t because I-I didn't actually want to talk to you!”
Derek stabs a finger to his chest. “You have to talk to me..”
Stiles stalks up to him. “You did this. You ruined our marriage,” His voice cracking as the tears come again and his throat swells. “You fucked up everything that we have fought for, and for what? So you could have six months that were all about you?!”
“I get that you’re angry.” Derek raises his hands and stands to his full height in front of Stiles.
“I am not angry.” Stiles sobs. “I am in pain, and you did this to me. The one person that is supposed to love me more than anyone else on this planet. You were supposed to be better than this.”
They don’t break eye contact. Even as Stiles sobs and tears fall down his cheeks and Derek looks absolutely pitiful, they don’t waver.
“I’m not better than that Stiles. I’m still a person who made a mistake.” Derek shakes his head as he tries to gather himself. “You and our son mean everything to me. I know that I fucked up,” He takes Stiles’ hand into his own. “You have every right to be upset with me. I will spend however long you want fixing this, gaining your trust and just being a better husband and alpha in general.”
There's another sniffle and Stiles snatches his hands away.
Stiles sighs and once again tries to wipe his face and rid the evidence that he was ever crying.
“I think you should stay somewhere else tonight. I don’t want to see your face right now.”
Derek freezes in awe.
“You can’t be serious?!” He exclaims. “I’m not letting you kick me out of my own house. I want to try and fix this!”
Stiles shrugs his shoulders. “I don't care what you want Derek!”
They start yelling again. Both throwing around fuck you’s and words of disdain for the other. Stiles throws more things and continues to wipe his tears as they flood his vision. He doesn’t know how long their son had been watching them. How long he had to witness his parents exclaim how much they hated each other, how hurt they were and then how sorry about the situation they were.
They don't stop until Eli takes a single step down the stairs, this time visible to Derek. Derek stops mid sentence about going to couples therapy when he sees Eli standing on the stairs in his pajamas and mouse slippers.Stiles whips around to see what caught his opponents attention.
Eli rubs at his eye, sleep still looming over him.
“Mommy, why are you fighting with daddy?”
Stiles rushes over to Eli, hugging him tightly and smoothing out his hair.
“No, we're not fighting. Daddy is just going to leave because he has a lot of work to do.” Stiles stares at Derek, challenging him to say anything that contradicts him in front of their seven year old.
Derek rests his hands on his hips, closing his eyes and accepting his fate all in a few seconds. ”Okay.” He says. “I’ll go.”
Stiles watches as Derek leaves the living room for a few moments before he comes back with shoes and a jacket in hand. He takes slow steps up the stairs and lowers himself down until he’s eye level with their son. All Stiles can think about at the moment is his dying urge to just slap Derek, but he won't stoop so low.
Derek caresses Eli’s face, “I have some things to do but I’ll be here in the morning to take you to school.” Derek offers their son a small smile. “You let mommy take you back to sleep, okay?”
Eli agrees. “M’kay.”
Stiles and Derek share a look. A silent argument ensues but Derek backs down and makes his way to the front door, grabbing his keys and phone that Stiles hadn’t thought to chuck at him as well then opens the door, slamming it behind him.
Stiles turns back to Eli, “Let's get you back in bed.”
Eli nods.
***
“Eli i”m not going to ask again.” Stiles calls up the stairs from his spot at the front door. He glances at his watch and curses to himself as he knows they’ll both be late.
”Eli Daniel Hale, get your butt down here!”
There is an opening of a door and an exacerbated grunt from upstairs before Eli appears at the top of the staircase holding his shoes in his hands and his backpack in the other. “Okay okay I’m coming.”
Eli trudges down the stairs and gives Stiles a cold look. “Mom, you don’t have to yell.”
Stiles raises an eyebrow as he holds out his hand to take Eli’s backpack. “Obviously I do,” Eli obliges and sits down at the base of the stairs to put on his shoes. “You might not care about being late to school, But I care about being late to work.” He lectures.
Eli sighs, nodding along with irritation on his face. “Yeah yeah okay, I get it.”
Once he’s done tying his shoes Eli stands to his full height and accepts his backpack and a water bottle from Stiles. He opens the front door and Elis follows, making his way to their car. Stiles continues to eye the time and palm his face in frustration when he realizes just how late he’ll be to work. He glances at Eli as they get into the car, noting his dark circles under his eyes as he frantically texts on his phone.
“You stay up late to play video games again?” Stiles asks.
His son cautiously looks up and bites his lip before slowly nodding.
Stiles sighs. “Eli, we've talked about this. You can’t do that, especially on a school night.”
“But it’s Friday.” Eli counters.
Stiles nods, because yes, it is Friday. “Be that as it may, you still have school in the morning.”
He groans. “Okay mom.”
There’s silence in the car save for the low volume of the radio host talking about an upcoming chance to get tickets to a festival and Eli’s incessant tapping on his phone.
“Who you texting?” Stiles asks.
“Just dad.”
Stiles nods. “You know that he’s picking you up after school and then dropping you off at school Monday morning.”
Eli looks up brows knitted together, looking so much like Derek that it gives Stiles whiplash.
“Umm.. mom it’s a holiday on Monday remember?”
He closes his eyes just for a second and curses at himself for forgetting. “ Right.. It's a holiday. Okay, then he’ll drop you on Tuesday and grandpa will pick you up after school for soccer practice.”
His son nods, too enthralled in his phone.
Stiles clears his voice. “So what are we doing for your birthday? The big one two.”
Elis shrugs his shoulders in typical preteen fashion. “Last year Dean Samuel’s had a laser tag party so mine has to be better than that.” He states.
“Well we only have a little over a month to plan something better so you better get to thinking huh.”
Eli just shrugs his shoulders again and all Stiles can do is sigh again because kids are really something else.
Stiles drops off Eli and maybe breaks one or two traffic laws driving to the Veterinary clinic. He parks his car and rushes in, waving at Scott and Kira as he sprints to the back to change into his scrubs and clock in before he’s given an infraction.
Again.
He steps out onto the floor, snapping his badge onto the scrub top just as Scott saunters over giving him a disapproving look. “You're late, again. That’s like,” He counts on his fingers. “the fourth time in a week and a half.”
Stiles gives himself a sheepish look. “Well when your almost twelve year old decides that he wants to stay up all night playing video games, he’s not going to exactly rush to get up in the morning.”
Scott lets out a whistle. “Wow, I can’t believe Eli is turning twelve already.” Stiles nods, sharing the same sentiment. “It feels like just yesterday you and Derek were bringing him home from the hospital.”
Stiles freezes, reliving that moment in his head. After Stiles had been in labor for almost twenty hours and was kept in the hospital for two days after that they were finally able to go home with Eli. The following week was filled with visits from all of their family and friends showering them with gifts and help doing the cooking and cleaning around the house. It was one of the most hectic but cherished times for Stiles. Thinking about it now only brings heartache for him.
He clears his throat, picking up the client chart to busy himself. “uhh, yeah he's growing up alright.”
“He’s wanting to have a birthday party bigger than kids’ at his school.” Stiles pauses to put on gloves to start the vaccines. “I’m not sure how I’m gonna afford something like that though.”
Stiles rounds the nurses station and calls the next client and their kitten ‘koolaid’. Walking back he’s met with Scott giving him a confused look.
“Wouldn’t something like that constitute you asking Derek for assistance?”
Stiles glances at Scott before handing the client a chart to fill out. “I guess..but I hate to ask him for anything that’s not absolutely necessary.”
“Eli’s birthday isn’t absolutely necessary?” Scott retorts.
Stiles bristles at the question because he knows how this is going to go. So instead of engaging with Scott, he ignores him and brings their client and the kitten to the examination room where Dr. Harris was waiting.
Stiles has to work a full eight hour shift. He moves between doing all of the vaccinations and aiding the doctor for the few surgeries that they had lined up for the day. The entire time he had to fend off Harris' bitching and moaning about Stiles not doing his job correctly and wondering if it was right to hire an omega for a job better suited to a beta.
Stiles bites his tongue because even though this job doesn’t pay him much, it’s still a job and just enough to take care of himself and his son. Stiles only just got his Veterinary Tech license and is trying to hang on long enough to find a better paying position.
He's on his lunch break when he gets a text from his ex.
Derek, 12:47 pm: I’ll be a little late getting Eli after school.. maybe 20 minutes or so
Stiles, 12:48 pm : why??
Derek, 12:48 pm: meeting will run a little late..
Stiles, 12:49 pm : he’s a big boy.. he can wait 20 minutes longer than usual
Derek, 12:50 pm: yeah but i was thinking that Kate could get him since she would be on that side of town.
He has to read the text a couple of times because he can’t believe that Derek would even suggest such a thing.
Stiles, 12:52 pm: i hope ur joking because my answer is no
Stiles, 12:52 pm: We agreed on this…he can wait 20 minutes in front of the school
Derek, 12:53 pm: okay
He slams his phone down and forcefully shovels a bite of chipotle into his mouth when Kira comes into the lounge area.
She eyes him as he chews with conviction and doesn’t give a greeting or even a glance in her direction.
“You alright Stiles?” She asks tentatively as she puts her lunch into the microwave.
He slows down his chewing, finally looking her way and sighing.
“Just Derek”
She hums in understanding. “Co parenting can be hard.”
”Yeah that's an understatement.” He adds.
Kira eyes him as he thinks about paying his electricity bill next week and if there is enough leftovers to eat for the weekend.
“Let's hang out tonight.” She gives him a smile
Stiles looks up and grimaces almost immediately.
“No..no I have stuff to d-”
“You have jack shit to do on a Friday night.” She interrupts and Stiles is sorta scandalized at her unusual choice of words.
He sees that she’s not gonna back down so he just rolls his eyes and gives in.
“Fine..”
Kira squeals and grabs his hand, his fork full of rice, beans and steak falling into its bowl.
”We’re gonna have so much fun.” Her smile kinda blinds him, it's so bright. Just then Scott walks into the lounge and sees them.
“What’s going on?”
“We’re all having a night at Stiles’ place.”
Scott looks excited for all of two seconds before his smile and puppy eyes fall. “Ooh I can’t, I’m meeting up with Allison tonight.”
Kira’s happy demeanor changes as she stares at Scott unmoving, not uttering a single word. Scott looks worried like he suspects that Kira might physically harm him in some way. He changes his tune.
“I’m sure I can see her Saturday morning. I’ll totally be there Stiles!”
He quickly puts his food in the microwave and flees the lounge.
Stiles shrugs his shoulders as he thinks about what he was going to do before the change of plans. A night eating leftover lasagna and shitty reality tv. A night in with friends does sound better.
***
Kira is always punctual and rings his doorbell obnoxiously at exactly 8 o’clock. He wants to be annoyed because he was hoping for another few minutes alone to eat another bag of chips without getting any judgmental looks but he lets her in immediately when he sees the two bottles of wine that she came bearing.
“I figured we could get wine drunk while eating the Chinese food that Scott is bringing.”
Stiles enthusiastically takes the wine and puts them in the fridge hoping they’ll get cold quickly enough to down while eating lo mein and general Tso’s chicken.
A little after a half hour, Scott shows up with containers of Chinese and gossip to spill.
He puts the food on the living room table and doesn’t bother grabbing a plate as he begins to dig into fried rice when he starts to share the gossip.
“Apparently Dr. Harris is sleeping with the director of the clinic’s daughter.”
Stiles and Kira ohh and awe as they listen deeply.
Scott continues. “ Now get this, the daughter is supposedly engaged and the fiance was super loaded and said that once they got married, he’d pay for another clinic to open.” He takes another bite, talking with his mouth full. “I guess there will be no wedding and no new clinic. So by bye Dr. Harris.”
Stiles eats up all the gossip that he can get from Scott and Kira, he’s been starved for interactions and just adult conversations since all he does is work and sleep, and sleep and work.
They binge a few episodes of the Real Omegas of Hollywood before they actually pop open the bottles of wine. Stiles doesn’t hesitate and literally gulps down his serving in seconds as Kira stares at him with wide eyes.
“Wow,” She exclaims, “you must have needed that.”
Stiles wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and caught his breath and he clinks the glass down on the table.
“Yeah, it’s been really stressful lately and just being a parent and working isn’t getting any easier as Eli gets older.”
Scott and Kira nod their heads.
“It’s like you never have time to just have fun.” Scott chimes in. “I mean, when’s the last time you went out?” He raises an eyebrow in question.
“When’s the last time you got any dick?” Kira interrupts.
“Three months ago when we went to Applebee’s for happy hour,” he points to Scott. “And…” He counts on his fingers and looks at an imaginary calendar above his head. “22 months ago.”
Kira lets out a gasp and Scott clutches his imaginary pearls.
“I’m sorry, ” Kira says, bewildered. “You haven’t had sex in almost two years?”
Stiles solemnly nods his head and reaches to pour himself some more wine.
He thumbs back behind himself. “It’s practically a desert back there.”
Kira snickers behind her hand, then remembers something. “What ever happened with Ethan? He was cute.”
Stiles shrugs again, “Yeah, he was cute and had a killer body.”
Scott gives him a look as to say and what else ?
“He also wanted me to meet his mom after the third date so I didn't think we were all that compatible.” Styles admits behind his glass.
Scott cackles out a laugh and Kira has at least the wherewithal to look semi mortified at the statement.
“Okay!” Kira suddenly stands up, wiping Crab Rangoon crumbs off her face and pointing to Stiles. ”Tomorrow night we are going out clubbing and you will get laid. We will not rest until there is a hot alpha or beta practically begging to take you home and ravish your body.”
Stiles frowns, “No..what about m-”
Scott interrupts, getting to his feet. “It’s the weekend, you have no work and your kid is with his dad. There is nothing stopping you from getting absolutely plowed.”
Stiles sighs because he has no real argument. He really really wants to get laid, but he’s not sure that he can just go out and find someone, especially since it’s been so long.
He lets out a long sigh.
“Fine. I’ll go out with you guys and try to get laid.”
He’s met with another one of Kira’s squeals.
Chapter 2: All's fair in fucking, fighting, and soccer
Notes:
This chapter is a long time coming. Firstly, I would like to apologize for the lack of update for any of my fics. I work a full time job, usually pulling between 40-80 hours a week. Plus I had finals back in may so everything kind of piled up. Secondly, I hated how the story was folding out when I was rereading chapters two - four, so I basically scrapped everything and i'm starting from scratch again. So hopefully this over 11,000 chapter sort of makes up for the lack of fics. Please let me know what you think down in the comments and hopefully I will have chapter 3 up within the next two weeks because i'm already half way done with it.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Stiles throws down the last bag of groceries on the kitchen floor with a huff. “Yeah, I’ve already tried to talk to him about that.” Stiles answers back to Scott on the other end of the phone. He rests his phone on the kitchen counter, hitting the speaker button just as Scott lets out a pensive hum. He wipes his forehead grimacing as he looks back at his sweaty hand. The summer heat wreaking havoc on his damp hair as droplets of sweat bead down his forehead and back. He lets out a haggard sigh and looks at their haul of a few hundred dollars just for the weekend barbeque. “I think your version of talking and what talking actually is may be slightly skewed.” Scott retorts before continuing. “I mean..” He pauses for a short while. “Remember when you said that you talked about having another kid?” Stiles doesn't respond. “Only for you to tell me that it was more of you just saying that you wanted another kid and Derek not really getting a word in edgewise.” Stiles purses his lips because that is not how he remembers explaining it to Scott.
He throws up his hands. “You know, I called to vent and get advice. Not to be reminded of my apparent shortcomings.”
“Yeah, but who else do you know will actually tell you what you need to hear instead of what you want to hear?” There's a pause between them before they in unison say “Lydia”.
Scott sighs on the other end. “You just have to actually have a sit down talk with Derek about everything. About feeling overwhelmed, taking care of Eli and most of all how you guys don't really have time to be a couple anymore. Maybe Derek is thinking the same things but doesn't know how to bring it up to you. Especially since you have a tendency to not actually listen to people.” Stiles scoffs, “I listen to people just fine. Especially my husband.”
“Sure, sure.” Scott says on the other end and Stiles decides to be the bigger person for once, and ignore the tone of sarcasm emitted from his best friend and focus on putting his groceries away. They bicker for a while back and forth on if Stiles actually does have the capacity to listen and take in input from other people when he hears the front door swing open. He looks at the time on the oven clock and silently curses because he’s spent over an hour talking with Scott without even thinking about what to make for dinner. Stiles doesn't even say goodbye before he ends the call.
Stiles takes out defrosted chicken from the back of the fridge along with the last of the eggs just as Eli comes bouncing into the kitchen with a huge smile plastered on his face. “Mom, look!” Stiles is startled as he’s met with a small bow and arrow shoved into his face and his son beaming with pure unadulterated joy. “Miss Kate said that I can take it home instead of leaving it at the academy because I did so well.” Stiles raises his eyebrows in amusement. “So I assume your first day went well?” Eli nods enthusiastically and takes back his bow, clutching it to his chest like it might actually disintegrate.
Derek walks into the Kitchen behind Eli, giving Stiles a look over before turning his attention to their son, tapping him on his shoulder and getting his attention. “What did we talk about in the car?” Eli pouts, slumping his shoulders and he repeats in a defeated tone what they must have talked about on the drive home. “After I show mom my bow I need to start on my homework.”
Derek nods, and thumbs back behind him, only garnering a rather dramatic sigh from their seven year old as he turns on his heel and trudges upstairs.
Stiles snorts, looking back at their son for a second longer before he turns his attention back to dinner. He pulls out bread crumbs and seasonings from the cabinet and begins the process of making dinner. The sounds of his knife hitting the cutting board as it slices through an onion sort of fills his mind that for a moment he almost forgets that he’s not alone just as Derek clears his throat behind him. Stiles turns to glance at his husband, taking in the sight of him. His suit jacket probably tossed on the couch, the first two buttons of his shirt undone and his hair damp likely from standing in the sweltering heat for too long. Derek rubs the back of his neck and glances at the ground for a moment before clearing his throat again, this time with more intention.
“Eli’s first day went well.” He starts and Stiles hums in acknowledgement as he continues chopping the onion into both submission and equal cubes. “He seems to have made a few friends as well.” Derek adds on. “That’s good.” Stiles replies. “Yeah, ugh that is good.” Derek says as he stops rubbing his neck and opts to wring his hands out instead. That makes Stiles pause. Derek sighs, swallowing as he looks up at Stiles. “With all that, maybe we should switch academies. Maybe one further away.”
Stiles furrows his brows, the archery academy run by the Argents is only a few miles away while the only other school that Stiles can think of off the top of his head is in the next town over. Not to mention that there were much better reviews for the Argent run business.
“Why would we have him go somewhere else, especially one less convenient for us when you said that he had fun and is making friends?”
There's silence as Stiles huffs, this time fully turning around to stare at Derek, knife still in hand.
“His teacher is ..” Derek looks away, the gears turning in his head as Stiles just watches in confusion. He really doesn't have time for this and needs to get dinner made.
Derek speaks up again. “She's kinda weird.”
Stiles frowns.
“What does that even mean? She’s weird?”
“She said some things that were a little weird.” Stiles can only squint his eyes because he has to make dinner and help their son with his homework and turn over the laundry and for some reason his husband isn't making much sense right now.
“Did she say something to Eli?”
Derek shakes his head, stuttering out multiple no’s.
Stiles only has enough patience to feel relief about that before he glances at the clock and turns back around continuing his dinner preparation.
He glances back at Derek over his shoulder, rolling his eyes. “Look,” He begins. “As long as she’s not doing or saying anything wrong to Eli, there really isn't another reason why we should drive an additional hour out of town for his lessons. Now if you could actually help me instead of standing there like a lost puppy would be great.”
He’s only met with a sigh as Derek leaves the kitchen.
***
Stiles thinks he’s made a stupid mistake when he’s out the shower and rifling through his closet looking for something that doesn’t scream single parent and desperate. He looks at his phone, ignoring the text from Kira demanding that he wears something ‘slutty enough to catch the eyes of any Alpha in a 10 mile radius’. He whines a bit when he realizes that he only has a half hour before Scott and Kira arrive and suddenly his heart is in his throat.
He hasn’t been out since that time he and Kira wanted to get Margarita wasted at Applebee’s since it was happy hour and he had the weekend to himself. All he remembers from that evening was waking up on his living room floor covered in his own vomit and clutching an empty jug of orange juice.
Stiles shivers at the image in his head and vows to never get that drunk ever again. He goes back to sifting throw tops and grabs a shirt that he got from a thrift store but never wore. It’s practically see through and leaves nothing to the imagination but it's this or his staple of jeans and a graphic tee that's decades old. He ignores the little voice in his head telling him to wear what makes him comfortable and put on the mesh shirt and leather pants that might be a size too small.
He deems himself suitable just in time for Kira and Scott to walk into his house like they own their place. Stiles still regrets giving Scott a key for emergencies because it's only been used so far to torment and terrorize him. Once upstairs, Kira assesses his outfit, giving a slow look over like she’s examining a specimen.
“At least you don’t look homeless.” Kira states. She gives him a small smile that Stiles is sure meant to be some sort of approval but leaves him feeling insecure.
He throws his arm up, letting out a groan because he’s had enough of trying to look like he’s not in fact desperate for action and adult interaction that he’s put off for far too long. “This is literally all I could manage.” He gestures to his shirt. “I feel like I’m going to walk onto the set of Omega Next Door Studios or something.”
Scott snorts, “I think you’re okay on that front. You’re not exactly 21 anymore.”
Stiles shoots him a warning glare. “Right. Please continue on about how I’m a middle aged omega with a kid who just happens to be divorced.”
Scott panics, holding up his hands in surrender.
Kira lets out an awkward laugh as she tucks her arm under Stiles’, “Okay, enough about logistics. You’re actually a very attractive omega who wants to get laid. No strings attached.” She nods with finality. “Let's find you an equally as hot alpha who wants to screw your brains out.”
Scott gets up from his spot against the wall and claps his hands together. “Yes! Operation get Stiles laid commences.”
Stiles groans because he definitely has the worst wingmen in existence helping him and some part of him knows that it won't end well.
***
Stiles is more surprised than anyone that Kira and Scott as his wingmen are actually going better than he thought. As soon as they walked into the club, both Kira and Scott scouted the entire club looking for Alphas they could send his way.
Within 15 minutes of him even being in the club, there’s an Alpha shoved in front of him by Kira. He’s tall and tan and very muscular just how he likes them and he thinks that he doesn’t even need to look elsewhere to get his rocks off. The alpha leans down into his ear and Stiles shivers because he can’t remember the last time he’s had an alpha this close to him. “I’m Danny.”
“Stiles!” He says, shouting over the music.
Danny gives him a smile and he thumbs back to the mass of bodies dancing on the dance floor. It’s really more reminiscent of a clothed orgy by how close everyone is and where hands seemed to be wandering but it’s none of Stiles’ business. He nods his head, allowing Danny to take his hand and lead him to the center of the dance floor.
Nerves fill him when Danny grabs Stiles’ waist, pulling him to his chest and smiling down at him like Stiles assumes he’s done so many times before with a number of omegas. They dance, bodies close and Stiles thinks that Danny would be the perfect partner to break his dry spell.
God he wants to get laid. Badly.
Stiles decides that he’s sending all the right signals and goes to reel him in. He wraps his arms around Danny’s neck and stands on his toes, speaking in his ear as the music drowns out everything around them. “Do you want to go back to my place?” Stiles bats his eyelashes and tries to embody the seductive omega that would be the type to take a stranger home.
Danny only grins, nodding his head and giving Stiles a once over with his eyes. He holds up a finger, “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”
Stiles nods, “Don’t worry I’m not going anywhere.” He responds.
Danny disappears behind dancers and Stiles tries to follow him with his eyes, losing sight when he gets behind the DJ booth. Stiles stands where he told Danny he would be and tries to not get in the way of other people. He dodges drunk girls sloshing their drinks that spill onto the floor, leaving a sticky mess that Stiles will have to avoid when he and Danny leave the club.
Stiles remembers that he should let his friends know that he will in fact be going home with someone tonight.
Stiles, 12:48 am : Soooo i'm leaving with that alpha
Scott, 12:50 am : see I knew you could do it. Now remember to use protection
Stiles, 12:51 am : fuck off Scott
Kira, 12:51 am : yeah fuck off Scott, Stiles is a responsible adult
Stiles, 12:52 am : thank you
Kira, 12:52 am : but…also remember to use protection
Stiles, 12:53 am : yes mom
Just as he sends the last text, Danny comes back and Stiles shoots him a smile that immediately dies as fast as he put it on because Danny wasn't alone. A blonde alpha just as tall and just as bulked up as Danny walks up to Stiles.
Danny throws an arm around his friend , gesturing to him as Stiles stands there unsure of what’s even happening.
“I thought we could invite my friend to have some fun as well.” Danny yells over the music.
Stiles frowns.
“This is Jackson.” He continues. “He’s down for whatever.”
Jackson flashes Stiles a smile and it instantly reminds him of the skeezy alphas from high school that thought omegas would open up their legs on the fact alone that they were alphas.
Stiles isn’t amused.
He folds his arms, hoping his face of displeasure lets Danny know that Stiles isn’t up for a threesome. “I’m not really into sex with multiple people.” He says.
Danny rubs the back of his neck and shares a look with his friend.
“Yeah but he's a good guy and it could be really fun if you give it a chance.”
Jackson steps closer to Stiles, taking his hand to pull him towards the exit. “Come on, don't be a tease. We’ll make it good for you.”
Stiles gets a wave of disgust wash over him as he snatches his hand away practically baring his teeth at Danny and Jackson like an animal.
“You know what? I don’t think I want to do anything with either of you.” He looks at Danny only for a second before giving Jackson the dirtiest glare he can manage.
Jackson sighs, throwing his head up in annoyance. “Goddammit Danny, This is the last time I let you choose.” He gives Stiles a lot of total disdain before rolling his eyes, “Fucking tease.” and then deciding to push his way through dancing patrons.
Stiles takes that as his que to get a fucking drink because he can’t believe he almost left with some random guy who wanted to have a threesome. Stiles needs to pick better, and not go with the first guy who shows an ounce of interest. He manages to squeeze his way from the center of the dance floor to the edge of the bar. It’s just as packed and with only three bartenders Stiles doesn’t know when he’ll get a drink.
His luck looks up when there’s a single spot open and he’s grateful for exactly the time it takes him to squeeze through everyone trying their best to order to actually get to the bar that he’s so much smaller.
When he plops himself in the bar stool all of the bartenders are occupied and Stiles thinks about tossing one of the discarded lime wedges sitting on top of the counter at them to get their attention and decides against it. So instead he waits, on occasion he’ll wave his arm to call out to the bartender but that gets him nowhere and nothing.
He pouts as he just sits there, and people come and go with their own drinks and Stiles comes up with the conspiracy theory that the club has it out for him or something.
Next to him there’s an alpha so drunk that he nearly knocks over his drink on the counter as he tries to sing at the top of his lungs with his friends. Stiles is practically shielded by how big the guy's back is and Stiles can only roll his eyes. It’s not until a few minutes pass with the alpha leaving his drink unattended as he continues his rendition of Cardi B’s wap that Stiles gets the bright idea of just taking it.
He eyes the alpha, barely getting a glance of his face as he snatches up the glass and downs it in seconds. It’s gross, probably whiskey and Stiles actually gags but manages to keep it down.
“Serves you right.” A voice says next to him along with a snicker. Stiles turns his head at the voice seeing a man with brown hair and even prettier hazel eyes. Stiles splutters as he tries to come up with an excuse, not expecting to be caught.
“Ugh..well he - I didn’t -'' He flails around trying to come up with something and Stiles fails miserably.
The stranger, another alpha, throws his head back barking out a laugh. He shifts in his bar stool facing Stiles as he points to the glass.
“You want another one of those?” He asks.
Stiles eyes the glass and shakes his head, not wanting to actually throw up in front of this guy. He’s met with a raise of the eyebrow, clearly wondering what Stiles would like instead. “Whatever you’re getting.”
The stranger smirks, nodding as he waves his hand in the air. Miraculously, the bartender actually sees the guy and makes his way over. Stiles is incredulous because this guy used little to no effort getting the bartender's attention while Stiles had to fight to even get a seat.
“I’ll have a Negroni,” He pauses to look at Stiles from the corner of his eye and thumbs back at him to the bartender. “And a vodka soda for the thief.”
Stiles actually drops his mouth open; he's so flabbergast. The bartender nods and turns his back to make their drinks as the stranger pulls out his wallet, dropping bills on the counter.
“I can’t believe you just called me a thief.” Stiles says.
The man shrugs. “What would you call someone who takes another person's drink?”
He shuts his mouth because Stiles can’t exactly argue back against that. He folds his arms, and pouts, garnering another snicker from the man next to him.
“Theo.” He holds out his hand to Stiles, waiting to shake. Stiles hesitates, before taking his hand. “Stiles.” He replies.
”So Stiles,” He starts, leaning into Stiles’ bubble that only makes him blush at the proximity. “I’m sure you didn't come here alone. Where are your friends?”
Stiles blinks and then takes a moment to remember that he in fact did not tell Kira or Scott that he ended up not leaving with Danny. He curses under his breath and turns around, straining to scan over the entire club trying to spot them. It’s too dark, or too many people or even a combination of the two but he doesn’t see them. Theo follows Stiles’ gaze and looks over the crowd too.
“I’m guessing you don’t know where they are?”
Stiles sighs and gives him a look before pulling out his phone to text them.
“I sort of had a change of plans but they ended up falling through so they don't know that I'm still here.”
Theo stares at him, raising an eyebrow before rubbing at his chin as he thinks of something, an intense look on his face before it softens. “Lemme guess, you were going to go home with someone.”
Stiles shoots up, gaping as he tries to think of something to say. “Umm.. no.. I mean - well,” He sighs, slumping his shoulders and nodding , not wanting to look this stranger in the eye for some reason. Maybe he feels embarrassed that this guy that he doesn't know could sniff out he was trying to get laid. Maybe Stiles looks as desperate as he feels. That only leaves a sickening sensation throughout his body.
He thinks that maybe he should just go home and give up on his efforts and instead eat the last piece of his dads birthday cake shoved in the back of the fridge from last week. He’d much rather wallow in his own self misery than have to deal with the feeling of being ashamed that he’s in his thirties and trying to come off like he’s content with where he’s at in life now.
Stiles texts Kira, letting her know that he’s still in the club and actually just at the bar. Kira responds almost immediately that she’s in the bathroom holding the hair of her new friend as they vomit in the toilet. Stiles grimaces at the visualization that comes to his mind and turns his phone over. He’s startled when he meets Theo’s eyes, as they settle on him, unwavering.
Theo gives him a smile and Stiles feels sorta shitty that it reminds him of Derek, a smile that at one point in time would have made him willing to do just about anything. He looks around the building, and gestures to the people dancing on the floor or at the bar. “I’m sure you’re not the only person here looking for that sort of thing.”
Stiles hums, nodding awkwardly because that's how he feels about the whole thing, awkward.
He palms his face and downs his drink in silence before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “And what about you?” He accuses, “What are you here for?”
Theo shrugs his shoulders, shifting his glass from side to side watching the ice move around as it’s suspended in the alcohol. “A drink, a chat…” He pauses to gaze at Stiles. “Maybe something else.”
Stiles swallows, heart thumping in his chest loudly at the insinuation. Theo only gives him that same smile and Stiles wonders if by tomorrow he would regret it.
He clears his throat, going for broke because if this goes badly at least he can sit at the bar and get shitfaced, “Would you wanna get out of here? Go back to my place? If you’re looking for that sort of thing..I mean.”
Theo nods, throwing back his drink and pulling out his wallet to toss down some more bills. He stands from the bar and Stiles follows suit. They try to navigate the massive amount of people pressed together as they leave the bar. Somehow Stiles ends up pressed up against Theo’s back as they make it to the back door.
When the door swings open, the chill of the night hits Stiles in his face and he feels stupid for not even thinking to bring a jacket or something. Theo turns back to look at Stiles, seeing him shiver as they walk through the parking lot in the back of the club. Silently he removes his own coat and drapes it over Stiles’ shoulders. Stiles gives him a thankful smile as he slips his arms in the jacket.
Theo shoves his hands in his pockets and looks between Stiles and the parking lot.
“My car or yours?” he asks.
“Yours.” Stiles replies. “I carpooled with my friends.”
Theo nods, “My car it is then.” He turns on his heel and walks deeper into the parking lot , Stiles follows obediently.
***
Stiles opens the door of his house, letting Theo in after him. It’s dark and Stiles has to pat the wall to find the light switch. He gestures to the living room, moderately clean save for a plate of leftover chinese food that he had before going out. “So this is my place.”
Theo nods, looking around and walking further into the living room. Stiles kicks off his shoes by the front door and takes off Theo’s jacket, draping it on the back of the recliner chair. He observes Theo toeing off his own shoes and lining them up neatly next to the front door. Theo does a once over of the space while he slowly makes his way around the living room looking at framed pictures over the fireplace and tiny knick knacks.
Stiles watches him. He thinks if there's still a few condoms shoved in the back of his night stand that Kira gave him on a random Tuesday as a “ just in case” type of thing. He starts to feel anxious, wondering if he’s hit a sort of point of no return. If he can even do this, with a guy that he’s met only an hour ago and will probably never see again. He wonders if he can continue to do this. One time every few weeks or so just to scratch that metaphorical itch that hasn't been satiated in a very very long time. His mind wanders, but he wonders if this is how Derek felt the first time he slept with Kate. Anxious.
Once Theo gets to the framed picture of Stiles holding Eli when he was about four and Derek next to him wrapping a arm around his waist. Theo looks back at him, thumbing to the photo with a look of confusion and bewilderment mixed together.
“Are you…” he doesn't finish the question, doesn't really need to because Stiles already knows what he’s going to ask. Stiles understands because he would too if he saw a family photo of the guy he’s wanting to sleep with.
Stiles shakes his head, “My son really likes that picture even though his father and I have been divorced for over five years.”
Theo visibly relaxes and hums at Stiles’ explanation.
There’s silence hanging between them as Stiles watches Theo look at more of the photos. Photos of Eli winning third place at the school Spelling Bee; a framed picture of Eli’s soccer team winning their first game and then a picture of Eli sitting between Derek and Stiles a few months later.
Stiles breaks at the three minute mark, rubbing at the back of his neck as he clears his throat to get Theos’ attention.
Theo turns his head and Stiles wonders if this is how one night stands are supposed to go. The sexual partner not immediately pouncing when alone and instead observing his private life through pictures.
“Do y-you want some wine?” Stiles stutters out.
Theo gives him a slow smile. “Wine sounds nice.”
Stiles practically runs out of the living room after snatching up the plate that he left on his ottoman and heads for the half empty bottle of wine that he shoved in his fridge. Stiles isn't ashamed to say that he drank half of it alone along with his chinese food because he’s an adult and can make bad decisions by himself.
He grabs two wine glasses from the cabinet and comes back into the living room to see his hopeful one night stand sitting on the couch. Stiles rounds the couch and sits next to him, putting the bottle on the tray that sits directly on the ottoman and hands Theo a glass before he starts pouring.
He doesn't know why, maybe it's the intense feeling that Stiles feels as Theo assesses the side of his face or maybe it’s because he’s never had a one stand and at the ripe age of thirty two and feels like a fish out of water. Whatever it is, Stiles’ hand trembles as he tries to pour, prompting Theo to halt Stiles’ hand, take the bottle and finish pouring himself. Stiles clears his throat and kneads his hand together to alleviate some of the embarrassment that he feels. Stiles wonders if Theo can feel the nerves radiating off his body right now.
He accepts the half filled glass from Theo with a whispered thank you, glancing at his face for just a moment before his face flushes and he tries to find something more interesting to stare at. They sit in silence, sipping their respective glasses and Stiles wonders if they will actually get down to business.
Stiles downs his entire glass, wiping off stray droplets that run down the side of the chin with the back of his hand. “I’m sorry if this is awkward for you as it is for me. I haven't done this for a long time and I’m not sure how to start anything without seeming desperate.” Theo gives Stiles a look that he can't quite discern. It's stern and stoic that morphs into a softness that makes Stiles’ toes tingle. A small smile forms on Theos face as he reaches out to take one of Stiles’ hands, caressing it with tender strokes of his thumb. “If you don’t wan-” He starts, but Stiles immediately interrupts. “N-no I do. I want to, it's just that it's been a while since I've done this.” With his other hand, he gestures between themselves and Theo follows the action with his eyes, understanding forming. “I just don't want to do or say anything weird because it’s been so long. I promise I'm not some helpless virgin.” He starts to ramble, not really making sense, just spewing whatever comes to his mind. Theo startles him by caressing the side of his chin, bringing their faces closer together and lightly shushing him. “It’s okay that it’s been a while for you.’ Theo says, voice low. Stiles nods a bit, chewing on the bottom of his lip, an action that Theo follows with his eyes.
“Can I kiss you?” Theo asks in a low whisper.
Stiles nods.
It’s immediate, the press of their lips, so much so that Stiles lets out a whimper in surprise. They kiss for a short while, the press of lips together that trail to the corner of his lips and even his chin. Theo pulls back, Stiles lets out a small pant and eyes him, waiting. Theo whispers, lips ghosting Stiles’ own.
“Open your mouth.”
He doesn't have to be told twice. He barely parts his lips before Theo’s tongue is shoved in and Stiles lets out a loud whimper. Stiles lets himself get carried away by the sensation, caressing and snaking his hands into Theo’s hair. Theo follows the same hunger , pulling Stiles closer by his waist and Stiles wonders for the few seconds that his brain isn't occupied by the soft pillowy feeling of Theo’s lips if he can feel his heart hammering away in his chest. If Theo is feeling the same excitement that Stiles can't really seem to contain.
Theo pulls away again, this time eliciting a rather annoyed groan from Stiles. Though, he’s soon appeased because they don't separate for long. Trails of kisses along Stiles’ jaw line and then further down his neck have him letting out a shaky breath. He lets out another groan when Theo nips along his collar bone, this time catching him off guard by how needy he finds himself sounding.
Stiles knows it’s been long, far too long even. Although, he’s not sure if he’s feeling everything on a deeper level because of his dry spell or because Theo seems to be an excellent kisser. Stiles goes with the latter.
He braces himself against Theo’s shoulder, giving a gentle push that doesn't need more reprieve because almost immediately the man stops. He gives Stiles a questioning look.
Stiles thumbs back behind himself. “Do you want to go upstairs?” He asks.
Theo gives him a slow smile. “Unless you have condoms hiding in your ottoman?”
Stiles slaps at his shoulder, no malice behind it. He shakes his head.
They both stand, Stile grabbing hold of Theo’s hand and guiding him through the living room and up the stairs. The steps creak under the weight and they take one step at a time and Stiles is very grateful that Eli is spending the evening with Derek, because he does not want to be quiet. They reach the landing at the top of the staircase and Theo silently follows Stiles into his room, his door left ajar.
Stiles turns back around, facing the man that he knows he’ll never see again after the night and tugs at his shirt, tossing it to the floor. Theo only watches, unmoving from the doorway, watching like a man assessing his prize. Stiles’ stomach does this thing, where for just a second he gets butterflies. Maybe being watched under a strong gaze as he strips does something to him. His dick jumps in his pants and whines a bit when he sees the alpha’s cock does the same. Stiles goes for his pants next, undoing the top button and shoving them down. It’s when he gets to his underwear, really just a piece of dark green string that Kira so graciously gifted to him as a joke that Theo steps closer.
Stiles stops mid thumb hooked under the thong and watches as Theo stalks closer until there's no more space between them. “Keep them on.” Theo states and he takes Stiles’ wrists, tugging the thumbs out from the hem.
“Turn around and bend over.” He commands
Stiles does as he’s asked, no objections in the slightest as he turns around, benign over and straining his head to get a look at Theo behind him. He lets out a huff of excitement when he feels the string of the thong move to the side, letting Theo get a better look of his hole.
His cheeks flare up in sudden embarrassment, remembering that it's been quite some time since anyone has seen it. Stiles squawks, swatting the man's hand away and kneeling at the edge of the bed. “Umm..” Stiles starts, running a hand through his hair and trying to act like he doesn't see the amused look on Theo’s face. “There should be condoms in that drawer.” He points to the small night stand on the right side of his bed and watches as his hookup follows his instructions, locating five silver wrapped condoms that he holds up for Stiles.
They dont waste time, unlike before. Stiles wouldn't be able to give a time between how long it took for Theo to get some foreplay in before he was easing his hardened dick inside of Stiles. It doesn't really matter though. The pace started out slow, Theo gently pulling and pushing his cock inside Stile’s hole, leaving him a whimpering mess as he clings to the bed sheets.
Stiles looks at Theo stradling one of his thighs as he lays on his side. It’s a position he rarely does but it makes him feel every inch of the man. He lets out a deep groan, throwing his head back when Theo pushes again, this time much deeper. It's slow, but rhythmic and Stiles thinks that he could come from it alone. His neglected cock still tucked away in the thong, begging to be touched as a wet spot forms on the thong where his tip rubs against the fabric. He reaches down, having had enough of not getting his relief but is shocked when his hand is slapped away.
He looks at Theo brows furrowing. “Why can’t I touc-” He’s interrupted by another jolt of pleasure and Theo shaking his head.
“You don't cum until I say you can cum.” Theo pants out, thrusting inside Stiles.
They stare at each other, lust filled in each other's eyes.
“Okay?”
“Okay.”
With that, Theo throws Stiles’ leg over his shoulder, picking up the pace as he fucks into him with ferver. Stiles lets out a scream, as he tries to find something to grab onto and ends up fisting into the sheets even tighter. He throws his head back again when he gets that feeling in the pit of his stomach, that build up of a climax that he remembers so fondly. He almost gets there, that buildup almost reaching the crescendo that sends him over the edge as he cums.
However, Theo stops, Stiles is so close and the man just stops. He stops thrusting like his life depends on his and he eyes Stiles a bit, panting as his chest shines with a sheen of sweat.
“I thought I made myself clear.” He says. “You don't cum until I say so.”
Stiles only whines, laying his head on his arm as he thinks that some forms of torture are more brutal than others, this being one of the more gruesome. Theo pulls out, fully from Stiles and arouses another confused look.
“Get on your hands and knees.”
***
Stiles wakes up with a jolt, his heart racing and a dull throb in his temple as his phone alarm blares on his nightstand. He turns it off, seeing that it's been going off for the better part of an hour and it's almost nearing nine o'clock.
He slumps back into his bed, smooshing his face into his pillow as he wants to go back to sleep when he gets a chill because something is off. He shoots his eyes open and looks at the space next to him. Empty. The events of last night come flooding back to him and he thinks about how he screamed in pleasure, bit into Theo and begged and begged to cum.
His face feels flush just thinking about it and he almost has the mind to just lay back down and remember the amazing orgasm that he had. It's not until he sees the sun peeking through his blinds that he just decides to grab his phone and maybe text Scott and Kira that his hookup didn't kill him.
Stiles ignores emails reminding him of his past due car note and sees that he’s missed a text from Eli.
8:01 am, Eli bear <3 : i know it’s a little late but can you grab some snacks for the team on your way?
8:02 am, Eli bear <3 : also you know that greenberg has like a weird allergy to bread or something.
8:05 am, Eli bear <3 : mom?????
8:15 am, Derek : Hey just to remind you that it’s your turn to bring snacks for the players. Don't forget that the game starts at 10.
Stiles reads all of his messages and maybe because he hadn’t been fucked in so long but it takes a few moments for everything to click into place for him. It’s almost nine in the morning, he has to get snacks for his son's soccer team and he’s still in bed. He bolts out of bed, throwing his blanket to the side and rushing to shower because he has dried cum on his stomach and probably looks worse for wear.
He showers in record time, opting to not wash his hair to save time and comes out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist to check the time on his phone. Now that he’s more alert, he notices the note on the nightstand next to his phone.
‘I had a great time. I would have loved to stay and do round five but I have some prior commitments. Theo.’
Stiles smiles, thinking back to how exhausted he felt after cumming for a fourth time, and Theo whispering that they should do it again. Stiles assumes that he just passed out not too long after that, the exhaustion finally taking over.
He comes back down to reality, checking the time and seeing that he has about forty minutes until 10. He curses and rushes to get dressed.
One hour and having probably broken a few laws to get there at a decent time, but Stiles manages to not be too late to the game. He takes out the individual pouches of fruit, bobo bars and water bottles that he put into a cooler from the car and lugs it over the field.
The kids are on the fields, both teams stretching and chatting to one another, Stiles scans them all until he finds Eli. He’s too busy animatedly explaining something to a teammate to notice that Stiles made it, with the snacks it tow. He drops the cooler down with a thud, letting out a groan because he knows that his back is probably sore from his late night activities. He garners a few raised eyebrows from some of the other parents, all who have the decency to look away after a second or two.
“Did you forget?” A voice says from behind him. Stiles jumps, having a tiny heart attack before rolling his eyes at his ex.
“No, I did not forget.” He starts, already annoyed. “I just lost track of time, it happens to the best of us.”
Derek doesn't say anything, just hums and nods his head slowly. Stiles glances at him from the corner of his eye. His dark hair under a baseball cap and a pair of sunglasses on his face that look eerily similar to the ones that Stiles won in a giveaway.
His attention is brought back to the field when a whistle goes off. The start of the game commences and he feels sort of shitty when he realizes that he didn't get the chance to let Eli know that he’s made it. He sucks it up, watching the game intently, or as intently as you can watch a bunch of 11 and 12 year olds scramble to kick a ball in any direction without falling over their own two feet.
Stiles claps and shouts when Eli manages to get the ball, kicking it to a teammate that actually is able to send it barreling into the goal. It elicits roars of cheers and claps from the other parents and the team get their first point. Stiles and Derek share a second on mutual joy for their son.
He clears his throat, trying to think of something to fill the silence between them as they watch the field. “How’s the wedding planning going?” Derek lets out a huff. “You actually want to know?”
Stiles shrugs.
Derek turns to look at him, Stiles thinks that behind the glasses, he’s trying to assess if he should or not. “It’s alright. Kate is doing most of the planning with her mom though. She wants it to be grand , like something out of a fairytale.” Stiles hums along, trying to hold his hold back from saying anything mean because he knows that he can be petty in an instant.
Stiles runs a hand through his hair, and feels eyes on him. “Well, ours was pretty small.” Stiles thinks back to their small backyard wedding held at his childhood home. They were right out of high school, with Derek just finishing up his first year in college and had absolutely no money. They didn't want anything too big, not really. Melissa helped a great deal though, helping to make a nice cake and rent chairs , while Talia and Laura made little table centerpieces that are probably stuffed somewhere in Talia’s garage now.
Derek stares. “It’s what we wanted.”
Stiles clears his throat again. “Yeah.”
They go back to ignoring each other and instead focusing on the game and their son who seems to be holding his own. It gets to about the halfway mark when some poor kid gets a ball to the face and needs medical attention to stop his nose from spewing blood. They call a break and the kids run over to Stiles because he is the only one with a giant cooler.
Eli is the first to reach him, a smile on his face as he gets closer. “You got my text?” Eli asks.
Stiles nods, “Hi mom how are you? Nice to see you, great weather we’re having.”
Eli groans , embarrassed when he hears snickers from some of his teammates, “Hi mom.” He says it barely above a whisper but Stiles takes it as a win anyway and opens the cooler to start handing out the snacks and water to the players.
Eli eats his snacks between Stiles and Derek, giving them a replay of the game even though they have stood and watched the entire thing happen already. After demolishing his snack and then asking for another, Eli wanders off to talk to a friend, leaving his parents to their cold front.
Stiles notices when Derek pulls out his phone from his pocket, a deep frown setting into his face that doesn't waver even when he puts the phone back. He decides not to ask, thinking that it’s none of his business but Derek interrupts his thoughts.
“Hey..” he pauses, palming his face over and over again.
Stiles raises an eyebrow.
“Looks like I forgot my work phone at home and Kate is on her way to return it to me.”
This time Stiles sports the same frown, maybe giving a more menacing look on his end.
Derek continues, “She’s not staying, just dropping it off because I’m representing a really important client and I’m told that if I do well that it’s a foot in the door to becoming a partner. And you know how much I’ve wanted that, not that you’re obligated to remember but that I-” Stiles holds up a hand, dismissing Derek’s ramble because even though he hates Kate with literally every fiber of his being, he’s not so petty as to start something at their son’s game.
“Yeah, yeah.” Stiles says. “You don't have to ask my permission to have your fiance drop off your phone to you.”
Derek nods, a noticeable relief in his shoulders as he takes a water bottle from the cooler, uncapping it and then gulping down the entire thing. Stiles tries not to stare, but he sort of just finds himself watching as droplets run down the side of his chin and then his neck. He thinks back to last night and how he licked at Theo’s neck and chest before he snaps out of it because the whistle blows again. The players run back onto the field and Stiles is left trying to not look like he was thinking about his hookup at the moment.
Derek and Stiles go back to ignoring each other, they clap and cheer for Eli because that is the only thing they can do. Stiles gets a sudden chill, and he thinks that he knows the exact moment Kate shows up at the game. He sees her coming from the corner of his eye and sighs, having to internally prepare himself for the unwanted interaction that they will no doubt be forced to have.
She strolls up to them, passing Stiles like he was nothing but a figment of her imagination and squeals as she walks up to Derek, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him. It's a little too long and too public to be deemed appropriate so it's not Stiles that lets out an uncomfortable clearing of his throat but rather another parent.
Kate releases, giving the parent a faux look of embarrassment before she turns to look at Stiles.
“Oh Stiles, I didn't see you there.”
He thinks about cursing her out just for having the nerve to be in the same place as him despite his many warnings to Derek about the very thing that's happening. Stiles imagines just slapping her, and wiping off the oh so smug look that she sports as she’s eyeing him up and down. Instead, he swallows all of the vile things that he wants to call her, all the words that he has been wanting to say since he found out his husband of seven years was fucking her and keeps his eyes on the field. He gives her a curt wave, keeping his eyes on his son passing the ball to a teammate who immediately loses it.
Stiles feels Kate assess him from the corner of his eye, she eyes him probably thinking of the best way to get under his skin. He expects her to say something cunning that barely skirts the line of a thinly veiled insult against him. Instead, she turns to Derek and hands him his work phone with a sweet smile that only churns his stomach because that’s the same kind of smile she would give him all those years ago. That same smile that convinced him she was an innocent bystander just happening to witness the breakdown of his relationship and not the catalyst of it. Derek thanks her, pausing to glance at Stiles for a brief second before giving her a chaste kiss on her cheek. He tries to not let it get to him, really he does, but no matter how long it’s been, no matter the length of time between him and Derek divorcing and now…it still rubs him the wrong way.
It’s like he’s being forced to witness an alternate universe where the one person he thought he would always love, actually didn't love him back and instead had found that love in someone else.
Stiles guesses that it’s not so alternate now.
There’s cheers all around him, jolting him back to standing on the side of the field with Derek and Kate and the other parents as one of Eli’s teammates kicks the soccer ball into the goal net finally edging them past the tie mark that they had been at the past twenty minutes. There’s about 7 minutes left in the game and the opposing team calls for a pause, citing an oversight.
Stiles lets out a huff because no matter how much he loves his son and wants to be here to support him, he’s just itching to get back into his car and drive home to be a reasonable distance from Kate.
The team walks back to the sidelines where the coach and assistant coach stand, handing everyone their water bottles as they wait for the game to start again. Stiles watches as Eli scans the crowd of parents again, stopping when they land on Stiles and Derek, he gives them a small smile and wave that immediately dissipates when he sees Kate.
They’ve talked about it, or really Stiles has tried to talk to Eli about how he feels about Kate being in his fathers life, and now with the wedding only getting closer, Eli seems even more tight-lipped about his soon to be step-mother.
Derek interrupts Stiles’ train of thought, tapping him on the shoulder and looking rather desperate at his phone as it buzzes in his hand, an incoming call on the screen.
“Hey..” He starts, rubbing the back of his neck with anxiety plaguing his face, something Stiles had not seen for a long time. “I’ll be right back, this is a really important phone call.” Stiles nods, waving him off like it’s actually bothering him more to have Derek in his personal space. Derek stops to look between Stiles and Kate as they stand on the edge of the field, like he’s deciding if he should leave them or not. Apparently he thinks that they can stand next to each other for a few minutes without actively killing each other in public so he takes his leave, immediately answering the phone once he’s a good distance away.
Kate doesn't hesitate, and with the sound of the whistle going off indicating the game resuming, there was no better time. She approaches him, like a stalker approaching their prey and plasters that same smile that Stiles despises with every fiber of his being. “It’s so great that we can all be here and civil to support Eli.” Kate tucks a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear and just for a second Stiles wants to rip it out in clumps. She continues, “Especially since I know how hard it must be for you being a single omega parent and all.” Stiles squints his eyes at the implied insult, for Stiles, being a single parent wouldn't be so bad, but add the fact that he’s an omega, it doesn't look good on him. However, an alpha like Derek gets the benefit of the doubt and a pat on the back just for existing.
Stiles huffs, “That’s so thoughtful of you Kate... aren't you supposed to be leaving?” He tries to choose his words carefully, saying them slowly as his brain relays the words to his mouth with careful thought. He continues,when Kate just gives him a smirk. “It’s not needed though, Eli is a good kid.”
Kate nods, looking out onto the field at Eli, Stiles presumes. “Yeah he is a good kid.” She adds, folding her arms over her chest as she takes another step closer to Stiles. She’s already a few inches taller than him,being an alpha and with the added height of her inappropriate wedges, she basically towers over him. “Takes after his dad too so it would be a shame if he wasn’t an alpha.”
Stiles freezes, shielding his eyes from the sun, he looks up at her, eyes squinting though this time he’s actually just pissed off.
“What the fuck does that even mean?” He hisses, teeth baring because he’s ready to fight her at a moment's notice.
She shrugs, like what just came out of her mouth wasn't as offensive as it actually was.
“Well you know how the world is. It’s an alpha’s world, you’re just living in it. Plus, he’ll be getting his secondary sex results back this year too.” She looks down at him, making him feel smaller than he already is but he doesn't want to back down. Kate smiles, like she was only baiting him and he fell for it like the fool she knew him to be.
Stiles stands down, he doesn't want to make a scene, not now, not with his son having the time of his life with his friends and teammates parents around them. So he shuts up, he purses his lips and decides to seethe with anger as the time ticks down and the end of this game nears. The last two minutes can't come fast enough and with every second, time seems to actually slow down as his heart pumps in his chest and his ears fill up, making everything sound off.
Kate seems to back down as well, going back to her neutral face as they stand in silence next to each other. Stiles looks back behind himself, to see Derek still on the phone, he hopes that the call will end soon so that he can buffer between himself and Kate.
However, Kate seems to have other plans because she speaks up again and Stiles doesn't hide his emotions at all, rolling his eyes as the first words spill out of her mouth. “You know it was Derek who absolutely begged me to screw in your bed.”
It takes Stiles a second, maybe just as long as it takes for the seconds on the play clock to wind down to zero and the subsequent reaction that Eli had to making the final goal , winning his team the game. There’s shouts and cheer’s around him, Kate included as she cheers for Eli like she didn't just shatter Stiles without a second's thought. Stiles feels like he’s watching himself react to what she said, like he’s not really there because although it’s been 5 years, 2 months and 18 days, he still has moments where he gets very sad about all that transpired.
In the same second, Stiles reaches out, he blindly wraps his hand into Kate’s hair and just pulls and Derek steps back into the fray catching sight of everything. Stiles doesn't even care that Derek see’s him stoop so low but he just can't take it anymore. It’s like his brain just shuts off and he goes on instinct.
Kate screams just loud enough that the attention pauses on the winning team and onto Stiles looking like an absolute psycho trying to take a chunk of her hair. Derek steps in, wrapping a hand around Stiles’ wrist and just squeezes. Stiles glares at him because he really just wants Derek to let him do this one thing and then he’ll be able to get it out of his system ,he swears by it.
“Stiles.” Derek warns, he looks astonished, like he truly can't believe that this is happening. “Let go now. Eli is watching.”
Eli.
Stiles suddenly remembers where he is, like a cloud has been listed from his brain and it’s no longer foggy because he now remembers that he’s at his son’s game, with parents that he sees during drop offs at school and kids that he Eli talks about on drives back home. Stiles releases, he doesn't want to but he does so on command from Derek, Kate lets out a sigh of relief, then proceeds to whine and put on the works, garnering looks of sympathy from the parents around them.
On Stiles’ end, he gets glances of disgust or bewilderment. He knows how it must look, Stiles attacking this poor woman who was just standing there celebrating the win of their kids.
“What the fuck was that?” Derek asks, trying to both comfort Kate with her crocodile tears and confront Stiles.
He wants to say something, wants to tell Derek that he’s marrying a bitch who cant help but to rub in the fact that she was his affair partner. Stiles wants to scream in Dereks’ face because he’s appalled that he would even suggest fucking in the bed that they shared. He wants to say all of that but Eli approaches.
His son approaches slowly, like he’s assessing if it’s safe to get any closer but deems it so when he stands in front of Derek.
Eli fidgets with his towel and water bottle in hand. “Mom?” He asks, eyes filled with concern.
Stiles rubs at the bridge of his nose because this is not something that should have happened and it’s Stiles’ fault. No matter what Kate said, Stiles let it get to him and now he’s caused a scene.
Shaking his head, Stiles looks between Eli and Derek. “Sorry..Sorry.” He holds up his hands, not able to take the stares and reaches out to caress Eli’s chin. “You did such a good job. Dad is gonna take you to school Tuesday morning.” Stiles doesn't let Eli get a word in, can’t or he might burst into tears at the humiliation he feels.
He takes a few steps back and then turns his back on everyone, heading to his car. Stiles feels a pang of guilt when he hears the kid behind him scratch out “Eli your parents were gonna fight? Are they crazy?!”
Stiles has to ignore the chorus of laughs from the kids.
***
“She said what?!” Scott exclaims, jumping up from his seat at the kitchen table. The sheriff shushes him as he pulls out a piping hot dish of lasagne from the oven, shooting Scott a glare. Scott gives him a sheepish look and sits back down. After the game, Stiles had needed a comforting place to vent and went straight to his childhood home. Of course after calling Scott with tears in his eyes, he too came with a bottle of wine in hand.
Stiles nods, solem.
Scott huffs as he looks at Stiles, unable to believe what he heard. “How can Derek marry someone who speaks about your son like that?” He asks. Stiles shrugs, he’s tired and the adrenaline of the morning's confrontation finally dwindles down to nothing, leaving him reeling with exhaustion.
The sheriff passes plates loaded with lasagnes and salad for the both of them. “Maybe you should have a sit down and talk to Derek about today.” He chimes in, with that dad hopefulness that Stiles loves.
“I want to not have to speak to him right now.” He announces, starting to eat his own food just as the sheriff takes a seat at the table. Stiles ignores the questioning glance that he gets from his dad, all the while ignoring his phone buzzing in his pants pocket.
After dinner and bidding Scott goodbye, Stiles helps his dad to do the dishes. They skirt around the soccer game and instead talk about surface level things that mean absolutely nothing. Stiles washes a plate, then hands it to his dad.
“You know that Maryanne is getting married soon.” The sheriff says.
Stiles hums, feigning interest while he replays the day over and over in his head.
“She mentioned wanting to invite you but you don't have a plus one.” He adds. Stiles peeks at his father, because he knew that somehow they would end up at this topic again. “ And I was thinking that if you wanted to go, I have the perfect plus one for you.” The sheriff continues. “You know Jordan, my deputy.”
Stiles huffs, tilting his head back because of course today could get worse. “Dad,” He starts, thinking of a new way that he can ward off his dad from trying to set him up with yet another one of his deputies. “I’m not going to go out with Jordan.”
“But he’s a good guy.” The sheriff argues.
“Yeah, I know he’s a good guy”’ Stiles states, plopping a dish back into the soapy water. “He’s also like a puppy dog, always giving me those eyes whenever I come into the station.”
Stiles sighs again, gripping the edge of the sink and just thinking for a second.
“I just don't want to date anyone right now. I don’t think I’m in the head space for that right now. And with Derek…” He lets out another long haggard sigh. “It’s just too much, okay.”
He looks back up at his dad, his face stern and cold. “Some days I regret not shooting him for breaking your heart.”
There’s a stunned silence between them as they look at eachother. That only lasts for a few seconds before a smile spreads on Stiles’ face. He ducks his head, chuckling a little before picking up another dish and scrubbing it clean before handing it to his father. “If you did that, Eli would be down a parent.”
“That’s okay, he has me.” The sheriff replies.
Stiles just snorts out a cackle, Leaving it at that.
***
Stiles bids his son goodnight, telling him that he’ll see him tomorrow for dinner then hangs up the phone. They had a nice phone call, albeit with neither of them mentioning what happened. Stiles noticed the numerous times that Eli would hesitate to say something, then forgo that thing entirely. Stiles thinks about how they are a lot similar than he usually thinks. He is quick to point out the various ways in which he’s just like Derek. The dark hair and thick eyebrows, his green eyes that seem to sparkle whenever he’s happy. But there are times where Eli does something that is just quintessentially… Stiles. Like how he avoids certain topics and instead will ramble about something else entirely , taking up hours to talk about the oddest of things.
He falls face down into his bed, bouncing a little as it settles beneath him. He lays there, just breathing and trying to calm his mind as it goes a mile a minute. He thinks of ways he could have handled it , what he could have said to Kate and overall what he can do to fix it.
His phone lights up, buzzing. He‘s hopeful that it’s Kira, calling to get some gossip from him since he never gave her the full raunchy details of his one night stand. However, he groans into his pillow when he sees Derek’s name pop up. Stiles is screening calls from ex, avoiding them like the plague because he’s the absolute last person that he wants to talk to right now. Maybe it's embarrassment or him being stubborn he can't really discern right now. Either way, he doesn't pick up, letting the call go to voicemail like he did the last 15 calls.
When his phone pings, indicating that he got a text message , Stiles reluctantly grabs his phone.
Derek, 9:48 pm : call me pls
Stiles turns his phone over, ignoring it entirely. He just wants to sink into his bed and die because that might actually be more comfortable than having to talk to his ex about his now fiance being a raging bitch.
Actually, Stiles thinks that he could have the conversation if needed. It’s the reaction from Derek that he doesn't want to face.
He can't handle the rejection.
As he puts his phone back on the nightstand, he sees it. The note left from Theo in the early hours of the morning after their romp. He thinks that another round might take his mind off the day, he could really use it.
Too bad he won't ever see him again.
***
Tuesday morning, Stiles is having to rush because although he went to bed early and did not have to deal with a tween taking forever to get ready. He did spend the night wallowing in his own self misery and drank an entire bottle of wine to himself. Stiles stumbled through his entire morning routine to get to work on time. He bursts through the doors of the clinic, hoping that he’s able to make it past Harris without being spotted.
He sighs in relief when he sees no one manning the reception as it’s still 5 minutes until opening hours. What stops him in his tracks is the yelling as he heads into the nurses station, witnessing Harris throwing a full blown tantrum as he holds his doctor's coat and a box of random knick knacks that would sit on his desk.
His face is red, and his hair a mess as he screams at the top of his lungs. The clinics owner, Jerry, stands there with a stern look on his face as Harris rants and raves.
“You can’t fucking fire me! I made this clinic what it is. You fuckers wouldnt be here without me!”
Jerry stands there with hands on his hips, looking absolutely over everything and just wants to be done with the whole thing.
Harris heaves, slamming his box down on the ground. “I made this clinic what it is!” He stabs at his chest with zeal, grunting and heaving and his chest caves in and out.
“Okay okay,” Jerry says, holding his hands up, then beckoning two guys that Stiles didn't even notice to approach Harris. One grabs ahold of him, while the other picks up his box from the floor and they escort him out. Harris yells back as he tries to wrangle himself out unsuccessfully.
“You asshole! Yeah I fucked your daughter! I’ll do it again because you won't last without me!”
They hear his yells until he’s out of the building, as the rest of the staff along with Jerry standing there in stunned silence because that's not how Stiles expected his morning to start off like.
Jerry lets out another sigh and looks defeated until he looks past Stiles, his face contorting to relief as he points to someone.
“Ah, here he is.” Jerry starts. “I know that was a lot to take in this morning. However, I hope our new Doctor is able to add some calm back into the clinic.”
Stiles turns to see who Jerry is talking about, just as they pass him, nudging his shoulder. His heart picks up because surely the back of this guy's head seems familiar and is indeed not someone he knows.
It's not until the new doctor faces everyone that Stiles’ eyes bulge out of his head. It’s him.
“Everyone,” Jerry says, scanning the staff. “I’d like you to give a warm welcome to Dr. Raeken, he’ll be our resident doctor here at the clinic for the foreseeable future.”
Everyone says there are hellos. There are even a few technicians who bat their eyelashes at him, while suppressing giggles. Theo greets them, giving warm smiles until his eyes land on Stiles.
Stiles expects Theo to look stunned, to avert his eyes as soon as he makes the connection in his head as to who he is. Instead, he gives him a wink.
Holy fuck.
They fucked.
Notes:
I love drama, so I'm excited to see how Theo being the new doctor at Stiles' job is. Also, Stiles needs therapy, like a lot of it.
Chapter 3: Can't beat dead wife
Notes:
Hello everyone! It has been a long time since I updated this fic. I know that I said I would update it in a more timely manner but a lot of things got in the way. Firstly, I work a lot and I'm usually exhausted after a shift. Secondly, I have school full time in the mornings and so am left not feeling like writing. Thirdly, my health has become a recent concern of mine and my doctors. I recently found out that I have low kidney function and my dramatic weight loss worried my doctor. Today I have a colonoscopy and upper endoscopy to make sure there is nothing causing my symptoms. With that being said, I do hope to get chapter four up at least sometime in November so I'm not leaving you guys hanging for months on end.Comment below what you think of the chapter. I’ll read them after my procedure.
Anyways, enjoy.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
“It’s not the end of the world that the guy who railed you a few days ago is now our co-worker.” Scott says between shoveling forkfuls of french toast into his mouth. He does it in such a way that he comes off as nonchalant. Like it’s actually not the end of the world and only to Stiles is it in fact a jarring situation.
Stiles bristles, physically shaking as he thinks about coming face to face with Theo just yesterday after mentally coming to terms with the fact that he would never see the man again. Not even a full 24 hours after acquiescing with the thought of having to settle for one night trysts in order to satiate his sexual appetite, he sees Theo again. The older man full fleshed and able bodied just as he remembered him.
Stiles’ cheeks redden as he looks to Kira and Allison for support , but they seem to agree with Scott wholeheartedly. Kira wipes her mouth with a napkin, folding it over a few times until it’s just a tiny square that she rests on the side of her plate. She averts her eyes to Stiles, garnering a wave of anticipation from him as he awaits her perspective on the whole thing.
“Stiles,” She starts. “You’re a grown man who can fuck anyone that you want to.” She says. Stiles agrees, he is a grown man who can sleep with anyone he wants, though preferably not someone that he has to work with so closely. He palms his face, continuing to listen to Kira make her case. “I mean is it really that big of a deal that you know how big his dick is?”
Stiles snatches his hand away from his face, giving her a scandalous look. There’s snickers around him as she wiggles her eyebrows suggestively. “Kira!” Stiles screeches, balking at her as he looks to his friends for help to rein her in.
He receives no such help.
Kira responds by resting an elbow onto the table, leaning her head closer and narrowing her eyes onto Stiles as though they are having a very secret and more importantly, a paramount discussion. She gives him a slow grin, like she’s been waiting for this moment and it’s finally her time to shine. “You never did give us details of that night.” There’s murmurs from both Scott and Allison as they agree with an equal amount of tantalizing on their ends.
“I’m not telling you how big his cock is.” Stiles huffs out, grabbing hold of his mimosa and taking huge gulps until it’s empty. A shocked gasp from the table next to him steals his attention for a second as he realizes how loud he was a moment ago. An elderly pair of women look onto their group in stunned silence as they practically clutch their pearls.
For a second, Stiles feels embarrassed and gives Kira a glare because he really doesn't want to talk about this and wants to bring attention to it even less so. The apparent onlookers don't deter Kira as she ignores the table next to them and only raises her eyebrows as to say well, go on. Stiles sighs, he glares down at his french toast getting cold and and feels their eyes just waiting for an answer. He knows that his friends won't stop bugging him until they’re satiated, so he relents.
He sighs again, looking into Kira’s eyes as he holds out his hands in front of his body. Stiles presses his palms together and then slowly pulls them apart as the distance between them grows. Allison lets out a stunned sound behind her hand as she slaps it to her mouth. And Scott can only look between Stiles and the apparent estimate of their co-workers dick size on loop. Back and forth, back and forth with horror on his face to the point that Stiles wants to snort out a laugh.
It’s Kira’s reaction that gives Stiles a surprise once he puts his hands down, finally done playing along to quell the appetite of his gossip hungry friends. She gives him that same smirk that plagued her face only moments ago and gives her head a quick shake. “That,” She points to the empty space where Stiles’ hands once were. “Is exactly the reason why you should continue to fuck Theo if nothing else.”
“Kira’s right.” Chimes Allison, finally out of her stunned daze as she nods affirmingly at Stiles. “You said so yourself that you’re not interested in dating anyone, so why not just continue to sleep with Theo and get that itch taken care of like a normal adult.”
“It’s not like he’s seeing anyone and you have the potential to be a homewrecker.” Scott adds.
Stiles takes in what she says because they’re not exactly wrong. Stiles has said on repeated occasions that he is not in the correct state of mind and just overall in a position to try and seriously date after things quickly went south with Ethan. And not to mention that having a child and being a divorcee doesn't make him the most eligible omega at the moment. He shrugs a bit, deciding to not give an answer now but to instead eat his food that has since gone cold and thinks about ordering another drink to offset the gnawing feeling in his stomach. He thinks about Allison’s suggestion as he steals a piece of sausage off of Scotts’ plate. Stiles goes over the logistics of it all as he takes slow pensive bites. He could sleep with Theo and continue to do so for the foreseeable future. They would have to establish that it would only be physical and nothing more because Stiles can't really handle dealing with another clingy alpha that can’t take no for an answer.
He really can't.
Stiles pulls out his phone and uploads a picture of his food while tagging the group on Instagram. He continues to aimlessly scroll on the app, liking and sharing whatever unhinged memes he can find to Kira and Scott.
He looks up from his phone, as does just about everyone else at the table when Kira clears her throat.
“Speaking of slut faced cunty homewreckers,” Kira announces to the table as she holds out her phone for the group to see. “Kate posted on instagram.”
Allison lets out a faint wheeze that Kira immediately catches as she gives her an empathetic look. “No offense.” Kira offers.
“Non taken.” Allison waves a hand, dismissing the looks that everyone at the table seems to be sporting, everyone but Stiles that is.
There’s intrigues throughout the group as everyone inches closer to get a better look at the photo. It’s nothing scandalous, just a picture of Kate holding a sign that reads I said yes to the dress. Kate has that same sickly sweet smile on her face that makes Stiles want to vomit. Maybe it’s because he knows what she’s like but seeing her portray herself and a giddy bride leaves an unsettled feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Stiles, leans back into his chair, having had his fill of seeing Kate and her antics. He tries to think of something-anything else but then he tilts his head as a question pops into it. “Since when did you follow her?” He questions Kira.
She gives him a nonchalant shrug as she retracts her phone from the center of the table. “You have to know your enemy Stiles.” She states, glancing at Allison once again, “No offense.”
Allsion sighs, seemingly accepting what Kira says on behalf of her aunt. Stiles meets eyes with Allison and he feels a pang of guilt because they have been friends for a long time, even longer than his friendship with Kira. When the affair came to light, Stiles distanced himself from his family and friends, and especially Allison.
Stiles knows that she doesn't have anything to do with what happened. Any sane person with an ounce of common sense would know that Allison was just an innocent bystander in the crossfire and connected to the person he hates the most only by blood. To him however, that’s all was needed for him to distance himself. He can’t be mad at Kate. She would only love for him to show his anger towards her, relish in it actually. So the only person he subconsciously or consciously could take out his anger and pain out was Allison. It’s not fair to her, not at all but Stiles doesn't think he’s in the business of being fair anymore.
“If it’s of any consolation to you,” Allison starts, gesturing to Stiles. “She’s pretty much been blacklisted in the family. No one talks to her but my grandparents and I haven't even seen her since last year during thanksgiving.”
Stiles nods slowly, he knows what she’s trying to do as she gives him a silent pleading glance that just screams apology. He huffs out a short chuckle. “That does make me feel better actually.”
***
With his best customer service smile, Stiles staples together the instructions for Mr.Bennetts medication and hands it to his owner Martha. Ruffling the fur of the Cane Corso, being careful to not move the giant cone surrounding the dogs head, he gives them a smile and watches as they head out the door lowering the capacity of their waiting room by only a hair. It’s a Friday, one of their more busy days at the clinic and Stiles is starting to feel the pressure.
He signs deeply, glancing at the clock and dying a bit inside when he sees that it's only 12:30 and he still has another eight hours of his twelve hour shift. Stiles tries to make himself feel better, thinking of the bottle of wine that's in his fridge he bought on his way home from work the other day. He thinks of that, and trashy television and maybe some takeout with Scott.
With those thoughts, he surprisingly does settle a bit internally, not feeling his brain buzz so much with its fodder and noise from just about everyone and everything. He doesn't let himself wander to Derek, or Kate or the incredibly hot doctor that he slept with a week ago that’s in the examination room just a hallway away. Stiles has spent the last few days practically dodging being alone with Theo. The moment that the first staff introduction was over and Stiles noticed him coming his way, he pretty much sprinted the opposite direction leaving confused glances. He can't help it, it’s like whenever he sees Theo, the only thing that Stiles can compute is knowing exactly how big the guy's dick is. And for a fact, Stiles knows that he should not be thinking about that while at work, or anywhere for that matter because it was a one night stand that will stay that way, one night.
Well, on that Stiles seems to go back and forth on. After brunch with his friends he can’t help but to take one step towards agreeing with Kira and two steps back in utter dissent. He knows that logically there is no real reason as to why he can't have adult fun from time to time with Theo, but then another part of him grimaces at the thought of being too forward.
Stiles wonders if he can't just ignore his co-worker for the foreseeable future until the lust that overcomes him every time he lays eyes on Theo subsides. It could work, maybe a few weeks or months and Stiles wouldn’t have to worry about getting hard every time he sees the Doctor’s particularly veiny hands. Those same hands that made Stiles come as he fingered his hole with an artistic flare.
He lets out a groan and drops his head on the cool desk. He knows he shouldn’t even be thinking about Theo and fingers and coming many times because it can only lead to bad things. Stiles reaches up to touch his cheeks and flushes even harder when he feels how warm he is. No doubt he looks like a ripened tomato ready for picking.
Stiles wonders if he can be put down for the thoughts in his head right now.
Scott plops down into a chair next to Stiles behind the reception desk, sending Stiles practically flying out of his seat. Scott gives him a puzzled look as he does a slow take over Stiles face. “Why are you so red?”
“Ugh..” Stiles is barely able to get anything out before Scott is looking up towards the ceilings.
“The AC is on and everything.”
Stiles shakes his head, waving a hand as he tries to come off as everything but the picture of aroused and embarrassed. “It’s nothing really, must be these new scrubs.” He points to his black scrubs as he smooths his hands over them a few times. “They seem to be thicker than my others.” Stiles says.
Scott mulls it over for all of two seconds, using his last two braincells to accept the excuse and bends over, pulling open the various drawers that contain the various papers and medication bags for their furry patients. Scott lets out a pathetic little sigh as he grabs a small medication bag and drops a pill bottle in it before stapling it shut with the prescription. Stiles doesn't bite, already clocking Scott’s attempt at goading him to finish the sample collection that he’s notorious for never actually finishing.
After the second long held sigh that Scott lets out, Stiles hangs his head because he can feel himself getting annoyed. He glances up at the clocks and sees that it’s about that time when Scott excuses himself from the back room and tries to pawn his work off onto Stiles.
Stiles usually doesn't mind but at the point it’s gotten out of hand.
“Scott.” Stiles says in his most stern voice, usually reserved for Eli when he’s acting up.
“Huh?” Scott looks at him with puppy dog eyes and it takes everything in Stiles’ willpower not to actually punch him in front of their clients waiting to be seen.
“I’m not going back there to finish your samples. You started them, so you need to complete them.”
Scott whines, laying the look of despair and utter pity on thick for Stiles. “Come one, it’s so cold back there and you are so much better than me. Plus,” Scott stops the whimpering just as quickly as he started, thumbing back towards the examination room. “Doctor Hottie is having his lunch break,” Scott pauses before a knowingly sly grin tugs at his lips. “alone.”
They share a look, both partaking in a silent conversation Scott wants Stiles to go back there and take the chance at having a fuck buddy. Stiles just wants to get through the rest of his work day without thinking about Theo's dick. Stiles, with a long drawn out groan, admits defeat and stands from his chair just in time for the actual receptionist to return from whatever she was doing. In the same instant, Scott hops up and goes to do what he does when Stiles is saddled with finishing his tasks.
He makes his way down the hall and opens the door to the examination room expecting to see Theo but is met with nothing and no one. He lets out a breath that he hadn't realized he was holding in, heart pumping in his chest and filling his ears. He spots the lone tray of uncollected samples just waiting for him and lets out an audible annoyed groan because as much as he loves working with his best friend, said best friend can really be a pain in his ass.
He sits down to start collecting the samples, hoping to finish just in time to start his lunch hour when the exam door swings open. For a second, Stiles thinks it’s Scott finally coming in to do the right things and finish himself but the thought is rejected when he sees Theo walk in instead.
Theo freezes in the door looking equally as surprised to see him, but his expression shifts to something else, smugness perhaps. He takes a step inside and closes the door behind him before making his way over to Stiles, slowly.
He nods his head to the samples in Stiles’ hands. “I guess Scott was able to weasel his way out of doing these. Again.”
Stiles hums in agreement, looking down at his own hands. “It was this or listen to him whine about it longer.
Theo nods his head, putting his hands in his pockets and stares at the wall above Stiles’ head.
Silent.
Stiles goes back to his samples in silence, ignoring the way his heart picks up in his chest as he tries to ignore the feeling of eyes on his back. He wonders how long Theo could keep it up for. Long enough that Stiles breaks and confronts him about their night together or if Theo is the kind to be the one to speak up first.
It's quiet in the exam room save for Stiles’ movements of taking samples and then labeling them. He wants to look behind him, the itch to do so is almost unbearable.
For all of Stiles’ anxiety, it’s not him who finally speaks up.
“I’ve gotten the feeling that you’ve been avoiding me.”
“Because I have.” Stiles immediately admits.
Theo snorts.
“Is it because you’re embarrassed?” He asks.
Stiles stills, he’s definitely not embarrassed about the fact that he had amazing sex. He is however embarrassed about the fact that the guy he told himself he would never see again just happens to be on the same payroll. Not to mention said guy always finds himself alone with Stiles no matter how hard he tries to mitigate the contact.
Stiles turns his stool around to face Theo. Immediately he wants to duck his head and avert his gaze because the eyes staring back at him are making a hole into the center of his head and seeing every thought Stiles has ever had in his life. He takes off his gloves, first the right hand then the left, tossing them in a small trash can only a few feet away.
“I’m not embarrassed about what we did.” Stiles starts. “It's just a lot seeing you everyday and having to be reminded -”
“Of my huge cock.” Theo interrupts him with a sly grin.
Stiles rolls his eyes with only a hint of amusement detectable.
Theo folds his arms over his chest. “There’s nothing wrong with what we did as two adults.”
Stiles nods in agreement. “Of course there isn’t anything wrong with -”
“In fact, I’d like to do it again.” He’s cut off again.
Stiles freezes, taking in what Theo had said a second at a time.
“I-I’m not sure..” Stiles stammers out.
Theo eyes him some more. Maybe trying to gauge what Stiles is thinking as silence lingers between them just in time for the AC to kick in again. Unfolding his arms, Theo speaks up again, this time much more calculated..cautious even. “Are you seeing someone?”
Stiles’ eyes shoot up into frazzled confusion. He shakes his head furiously and even stands up from his stool in the same second. “N-no there is no one.” Stiles sighs, “Like I said that night, it’s been a while.”
Theo hums in thought. “So the reason you don’t want to start anything is because we work together?”
“I just don't want to date anyone.”
“I don’t think we need to be serious in order to have some fun and get our needs met.” Theo pushes himself off against the exam table and takes slow steps toward Stiles. “You said so yourself that it’s been a while.”
Stiles doesn’t have a comeback. He watches as Theo comes closer and closer until they are only a small distance apart. Stiles lets out a breath through his nose, “I don’t know if that would be wise for us to do, given the fact that we work together.”
“Okay,” Theo says.
Stiles is sort of stunned. He thinks that Theo finally understands where he’s coming from and will let this whole thing die just like it started.
“Let me make you dinner tonight” Theo retorts instead.
Tilting his head back in frustration, Stiles lets out a groan. “What part of I don’t want to date don’t you understand.”
“I understand completely.” Stiles challenges him with the quirk of his lip. “One dinner, and I’ll show you that we can keep things casual just how you want it and fuck each others brains out without it becoming serious.”
He thinks about it, really thinks about it. One dinner wouldn’t hurt, just to see where Theo’s mind is with all of this and maybe Stiles can get what he wants out of it as well. A casual fling with a very hot doctor and a large dick to match to satisfy what he’s been missing and no one has to get hurt by it. He can do that.
“One dinner.” Stiles says.
“Just one.” Theo affirms.
“Okay.”
***
“Oh, you’re totally gonna get your guts rearranged tonight.” Kira says giggling on the phone as Stiles is facetiming with her and Scott. He practically whips his head around in a panic to make sure that indeed Eli is still upstairs packing his bag to spend the weekend with Derek.
“Jesus Kira.” Stiles hisses as he wipes off his kitchen counter. “Besides, it’s just dinner. Two people can have dinner and it does not turn into sex.” Kira frowns, “I wasn’t born fucking yesterday. You know as well as I do that going over there is going to end up with you ass up face down in his bed.”
Stiles sighs as he tosses the wet sponge into the sink. “Please remember that I do in fact have a child and to not be so crass.”
Stiles watches as Kira gives him an unapologetic shrug before Scott remembers that he too is on the call.
“Speaking of Eli, have you talked to Derek about his birthday yet?”
Stiles is silent as he grabs hold of the broom and dust pan. He’s embarrassed because he has not talked to Derek, and has actually been ignoring any attempt made by his ex to get in contact with him. He knows that it's not only petty but appalling as it has to do with Eli. “No, but I'll talk to him soon. We only have so long before his birthday comes up.”
That seems to appease Scott for the moment.
There are stomps descending down the staircase above Stiles’ head just as Eli yells out to him. “Dad is here.”
“I gotta go.” He says before he gives them a goodbye and hangs up the call.
Stiles dries his hands on his pants, putting the broom down and leaves the kitchen just as Eli reaches the front door, swinging it open to reveal Derek in all his glory. Derek gives their son a warm smile as he steps inside the house, running a hand through his hair. “Hey kid. Are you ready?”
Eli nods, he looks back to Stiles before he walks over to give him a hug.
“Bye mom.”
Stiles smiles down to Eli before placing a small kiss on the top of his head. “Bye, have fun with your dad.”
Derek speaks up just as Eli picks up his duffle bag from the bottom of the staircase. “Why don’t you wait in the car while I talk with mom.” Their son looks between the both of them with weary eyes before nodding his head and heading out to the car.
Once alone, Derek suddenly looks simultaneously put out and bewildered. Derek throws his hands up. “What the fuck Stiles.” Derek lets out a breath from his nose. “You haven't answered any of my phone calls since the game.”
Stiles is on the defensive and immediately folds his arms over his chest. “I’ve been busy.”
“Too busy to tell me why you were ready to duke it out with Kate while Eli watched.”
Stiles winces.
He never wanted Eli to bear witness to that but the anger that overcame him is something he can’t really describe.
“What happened that you had a chunk of her hair in your fist?” Derek asks.
Stiles purses his lips. He feels like a child being chastised for fighting against a bully, except no one really knows that Kate is the bully. No one but Stiles.
“She started it.” Stiles relents.
Derek chokes out a baffled laugh. “Dammit! You sound like a child right now.” He runs a hand through his hair and for a second Stiles thinks he’s going to let it go and walk back to his car as he takes a few steps back.
“Stiles. Please.”
Stiles debates it over in his head about what he wants to say. Derek just stares at him, waiting for just about anything that will add context to what he came back to after his phone call during the game.
“She is a huge bitch.” Stiles admits.
The corner of Derek’s lip quirks upwards. “What else is new?”
Stiles thinks about not saying anything. He wonders what good would come from telling Derek about Kate telling him it was Derek who asked to fuck her in their bed. Instead he goes for the obvious, “Kate was being weird about Eli presenting. I didn't like how she talked about him needing to be an alpha.”
Derek frowns. He doesn't respond, just blinks as he takes even breaths. Like he sort of leaves the conversation and goes somewhere else. After a moment, he seemingly comes back to reality and gives Stiles a curt nod. “I’ll talk to her about that.” His tone is short and leaves no room for Stiles to get another word in on the matter.
Just as Derek turns to leave, taking another step back towards the front door. He stops and assesses Stiles’ outfit. It’s nothing much, just pressed blue pants and a cream button up top that he found in the back of his closet. It’s not exactly not a date-date worthy, but it’s more than he would wear on a weekend most days.
“Hot date?” Derek questions with a tone of amusement.
“Drinks with Kira.” Stiles lies without hesitation. He doesn't know why, but he doesn't want Derek knowing what he plans to get up to with a ten foot pole if he can help it.
Derek gives him another glance over and then leaves him with a nod.
***
Stiles knocks on the door of Theo’s apartment with nerves bubbling up in his stomach as he clenches a bottle of his favorite red wine. He thought about turning back around and heading home, making up some excuse that would no doubt make Kira sigh in disappointment. So when he actually makes it to Theo’s place without pissing himself he gives himself a pat on the back. Theo answers a few seconds later and greets Stiles with a smirk.
“I was beginning to think that you would change your mind.” Theo says.
“Depending on this dinner of yours, I just might.”
The smile on Theos’ face widens, earning him a small chuckle before the door is widened and Stiles is beckoned inside. The apartment is only what Stiles can describe as a single alpha’s sex pad. It’s really an open plan loft, with dark fixtures and wooden floors. Not a place where you would have a family to live in.
Stiles follows Theo into the kitchen just as a tiny white timer goes off.
“That would be the roasted carrots.” He says and he grabs an oven mitt and heads to a double oven, revealing multi colored carrots on a baking sheet roasted to perfection. Stiles observes from his spot in the kitchen and watches as Theo plates their dinner.
Theo nods his head towards the table and Stiles follows obediently and a plate is placed in front of him as he sits.
“This looks great actually.” Stiles admits.
Theo snorts, “Lobster risotto and roasted carrots.” He states as he walks over to the fridge and pulls out a chilled bottle of wine, leaving the one Stiles brought in the fridge.
Stiles accepts a glass of the wine and almost downs all of it in the same amount of time it took Theo to pour his own glass.
He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and gives Theo a sheepish glance. “Sorry, I didn’t realize I was that thirsty.”
“It’s fine.” Theo says. “I have another bottle.”
They start to eat and the silence between them as the sound of forks scraping against the plates and gulps of wine fill the room. Stiles looks around, he’s able to see across the loft to the living room and what he presumes is the staircase that leads to Theo’s bedroom.
“So,” Theo starts, “What do you think of the food?”
“Honestly?” Stiles asks.
Theo nods.
“It’s probably the best meal anyone has cooked for me.”
Theo lets out a low whistle as a wide grin spreads across his face. Stiles can’t help but to smile as well.
“If I’m honest, this is actually only one of three meals that I can really cook.”
Stiles cackles out a laugh.
“And what are the other two dishes that you have apparently mastered?”
Theo gives him a cocky smirk. “Whole roasted chicken and steak.”
“Ahh of course.” Stiles starts, “The main food group necessary for an alphas development. Protein.”
Theo gives him an amused snort and Stiles chuckles along with him.
The time between them having dinner, talking and somehow finishing two bottles seems like a blur to Stiles. He can only remember certain things being said like how Theo mentioned he only drank wine on special occasions because of how much he drank in medical school.
Stiles gulps down the rest of his wine as Theo speaks up.
“What were these atrocious dishes that people had concocted for you?”
Stiles smiles, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Ugh, usually it’s undercooked pasta or dried out chicken.”
Theo hums.
***
They kiss, it’s slow and thoughtful as Stiles sucks on the bottom of Theo’s lip. Stiles shivers as he feels Theo’s palms roam over his back as they slowly, inch by inch make their way under his shirt. Stiles shakes deeper into the kiss, Theo capturing his mouth as it opens in a gasp. God he hasn’t felt this sensitive to a man's touch since the first time he slept with Derek. That was practically ages ago yet now he feels the same as back then.
He lets out a meek yelp when Theo takes the chance to pinch his nipples, hardening them to little buds under his shirt. Stiles feels his resolve withering away with every kiss that Theo places on his lips. It’s now or never, Stiles can stop where things are now and just go home. He could pretend that this never happened and move on with his life.
Instead, he doesn’t push Theo away, opting to grip at the older man’s shoulder for leverage as they continue to make out in the middle of his loft. The kisses leave Stiles dizzy for more and his mouth latches on to Theo sucking for dear life and tasting his tongue. He’s not sure how long they make out but at some point he starts to squirm.
Stiles pulls back, eyes half dazed and lust filled. He pants, finally able to breathe as they separate only long enough for Theo to lick a long strip along Stiles’ jaw line and down to his neck before he attaches like a fucking leech and just sucks. The moan that escapes Stiles’ mouth comes out of nowhere and leaves him red in the face. It’s embarrassing to sound like he’s never let a man do the things that he’s allowing Theo to do.
It’s sudden, what happens next. Stiles doesn't know what comes over him but one second he’s enjoying the way that Theo gently bites along his neck and collar bone and the next Stiles is shuddering as he comes in his pants like a prepubesent boy. He gripes Theo’s shoulders for dear life and shuts his eyes both in surprise and utter humiliation.
“Oh..fuck.” Stiles mutters into Theo’s shoulder. He pants hard and tries to catch his breath.
Theo pulls back looking puzzled , but only until his gaze treads downward and he spots a wet patch in the front of Stiles’ pants. The look of realization makes Stiles flush and he wants to hide because coming from kissing is not something that should be happening to him at this point in his life.
“Let me see.” Theo whispers into Stiles’ ear making him flinch and shudder from the hot breath tickling his ear. Stiles whimpers as he pushes his face deeper into Theo’s neck trying to hide his face. He shakes his head over and over again trying to non verbally convey that he can’t possibly do this.
“It’s humiliating.” Stiles says faintly.
Theo leans down to Stiles’ ear again. “Let me see the mess you’ve made.”
Stiles stills because the sensation leaves him wanting more. So much so that he feels his dick already hardening by Theo’s voice alone.
He drops his hands from Theo’s shoulders and doesn’t squirm and the older man reaches down and undoes the button on his pants. Theo pulls down the zipper and lets them fall down, pooling around Stiles’ ankles as he’s left in his underwear. It’s more visible, the wet splotch on his underwear with his dick twitching by Theo just looking at it.
Theo hooks his thumbs into the soaked underwear and hesitates, eyeing Stiles for permission. He swallows hard and slowly nods letting Theo continue pulling them down until Stiles steps out until his bottom half is completely bare. Stiles takes the initiative and takes off his shirt, tossing it next to him.
“Fuck you’re so hot.” Theo pants out. He palms Stiles’ waist and snakes his hands upwards, flicking at the angry red nipples. Stiles lets out another gasp, slapping a hand to his mouth.
It makes Theo smile. All teeth like he’s an evil mastermind seeing his creation come to life. He tugs at Stiles’ wrist guiding him across the loft floor into the living room until they reach the white plush rug.
Stiles stands in front of the couch and watches as Theo strips off his shirt, and then goes to take off his pants but stiles stops him, catching his wrist.
“Keep them on while you fuck me.”
A smile tugs at his lip.
“Okay.” Theo agrees. He nods his head to the couch, Stiles looks back at it over his shoulder. “Face the couch and spread your legs so I can eat out your ass.”
Stiles reddens at how vulgar Theo can become in an instant. He does as he’s told, turning around and kneeling onto the couch and spreading his legs wide enough so Theo can do as promised.
Firm hands palm at Stiles’ cheeks and spread them apart. Theo dose the motion over and over again practically kneading the flesh causing Stiles to shake. He gripes a blanket thrown over the back of the couch and buries his face into it as he waits.
He lets out a yelp into the blanket when Theo licks into his hole. Stiles’ knows that he’s been wet likely since the first few kisses so he’s basically leaking at this point. Theo does the motion again, licking long stripes between his cheeks that leave Stiles shaking.
Stiles whimpers each time Theo flicks his tongue and licks into him, making his eyes water. He’s sent over the edge, his orgasm ripped out of him in shock when Theo pushes his tongue deep in his hole. Stiles comes with a scream, eyes shut tight and knuckles pale as he holds onto the blanket. “Please.” Stiles mumbles. “Please just fuck me.” He looks over his shoulder back to Theo with tears pricking at the corner of his eyes.
Theo raises his head and stares back at Stiles with dark lust filled eyes. He doesn't respond, just stands up from his spot behind Stiles and pads his way to his bedroom. A large room behind tall glass panels. Stiles watches as he rummages in the small drawer next to the massive bed until he clutches a small box of condoms.
Theo doesn't say a word, not as he’s ripping open the box of condoms, not even as his dick springs free from the confines of his boxers looking like it’ll burst at any second. He finally speaks up when he lines himself with Stiles’ hole. “Tell me if it hurts and I’ll stop.”
Stiles hiccups and nods. He gasps and throws his head back with every inch Theo slowly pushes inside of him. “Oh my god.” He groans. “Fuck it’s so big.”
Theo huffs out what Stiles thinks is a laugh. “Way to stroke my ego.” He says this in tandem with his thrusts, their skin slapping against each other. Stiles inhales sharply as Theo changes angles and rams into him like a fucking jack rabbit. “Oh fuck ..fuck.” Stiles manages to get out.
He feels his orgasm building in the pit of his stomach. Each thrust hitting just the right spot until he comes with a groan and a tear falling down his cheek. His vision is blurry as he spurts out cum, so he closes his eyes and enjoys the wave of pleasure.
Stiles pants, his forehead feels clammy and he overall feels spent after having two orgasm within such a short time of one another. Theo pulls out of him and Stiles looks back to give a puzzled look. “You haven't finished yet.”
“I know.” Theo retorts.
He pulls Stiles by the wrist and walks him over to his massive bed. Stiles sits on the edge of the bed only for Theo to push him onto his back and slips between his widening legs. “Just so you know,” Theo starts. “Once won’t be enough for me.”
Theo pushes the head of his cock into Stiles’ already abused hole making him hitch up his breath and squeeze his eyes shut. He starts off slow, circling his hips and getting a feel of things not wanting to rush his own orgasm. Stiles can’t help but to stare up at Theo’s face as the older man scrunches up his brow as pleasure builds.
Toned abs flex with each thrust and movement which absolutely does something for Stiles. Even though his cock is flaccid against his stomach it starts to perk up the longer he grazes Theo’s body. They lock eye contact, neither one breaking it as they bask in each thrust.
Against its better judgment, Stiles’ cock becomes hard again and angry red as it hits his stomach with each thrust.
“Ahh…w-wait.” Stiles stutters out. “I think I have to pe-”
His movements become jerky and pick up speed cutting off Stiles as he gasps and tries to hold onto something gripping the sheets of the bed. Theo snatches up his wrist and binds them together holding them down on the mattress. Stiles writhes and squirms under him as the sensation becomes too much.
It happens all at once. Theo hisses, “Jesus” as he comes and Stiles screams as he squirts out what he knows to not be semen-it can’t be.
Theo pulls out and flops down next to Stiles panting. They’re both quiet, trying to catch their breath when Theo turns his head to look at him. “Did you just squirt?” He asks in astonishment.
Stiles flushes and hides his face in his hands. “I told you I had to pee.” He whines. “God that’s so embarrassing.”
“You definitely didn’t pee though.”
Stiles takes his hands off his face. It doesn’t smell of urine and the consistency is on the more sticky side. Theo grins, “You squirted.”
That only makes Stiles more red.
***
A hand ghosting trails along his back wakes Stiles up from his sex induced coma. He thinks about ignoring it and getting another hour of sleep but decides against it. He turns his head and meets eyes with Theo who is sporting the world's most smug grin he’s ever seen. Stiles rolls his eyes but can’t help but to smile as well.
Theo smirks, “Last night was really good.”
“Yeah, It was.” Stiles agrees, trying to hide a smile behind his hand.
Stiles looks around for his phone before remembering that he left it on the dining table. He sits up and stretches his arms above his head, ignoring Theo’s eyes on his body. He knows that he should head home soon.
“I should get my things and head home.” He states.
“Or you could stay the weekend.” Theo counters.
Stiles stills, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.
“Why not? You said that your son would be with his father so why not enjoy your weekend with me?”
Stiles can’t think of any reason to deny him. So he relents and lays back down in the bed, bringing the blanket to cover his chest. “Okay, I’ll stay over.”
“So on a scale of one to ten how good was last night compared to your other lays.” Theo asks suddenly.
Stiles rolls his eyes and lets out a long haggard sigh because leave it to the alphas to somehow ruin a moment with their egos.
“You really wanna know?”
“Absolutley.”
“Eight.”
Theo dramatically clutches his chest in pseudo pain. “Ack! That one hurts.”
Stiles snorts out a chuckle.
“Is it because I made you squirt and you're embarrassed about it.”
Stiles flushes refusing to answer and that only eggs Theo on.
“Moving on.” Stiles says firmly, cheeks still red.
Theo nods. “Did you actually enjoy dinner?” He asks.
Stiles smiles, “Yeah. I’m actually surprised that it was not only edible but that I could have gone for another serving.”
Theo laughs, “Yeah well I didn't have much time doing anything else but study and chase after my wife in medical school so I had to perfect something.”
Stiles isn’t sure that he catches it while Theo talks. “Wife?” Stiles repeats.
The look of realization plagues Theo’s face and he palms it deeply. “Ugh yeah, wife. Of course,” He sucks in a breath before continuing. “that was before she died.”
Stiles feels like shit when he feels a sense of relief. The last thing he would want is to be just like Kate. A homewrecker.
“When did she..how did..” Stiles can’t really find the right question to ask.
“She died of brain cancer eight months after we got married. And that was a little over seven years ago.”
Stiles frowns because-well fuck. How does he respond to that major bomb this early in the morning? He rubs the back of his neck and tries to not look like he’s feeling bad for Theo.
Theo, on his part, ignores it as well.
“So what about you?”
Stiles whips his head to face him.
“Huh? What do you mean?” Stiles questions.
“Why did you and your ex end things?”
Stiles isn’t sure that he should answer Theo at all. Especially since Theo would win the award for the most tragic reason someone is single. Stiles doesn't think that he can exactly compete with dead spouse.
Stiles clears his throat and traces a pattern along the pillow that he crashed out on last night, avoiding Theo’s gaze.
“He cheated.”
Theo lets out a low whistle. “And I guess that's why you don't want to date anyone. You’ve been scorned too badly?”
“Let's put it this way.” Stiles says, sitting up against the pillow and turning his body to fully face Theo. “You can’t be hurt if you’re not in the position to be hurt.”
Stiles watches as Theo visibly takes in what he said, mulls it over maybe even dissecting every word bit by bit. Although, he doesn't say anything. Instead Theo throws the blanket off of his naked body. He gets to the steps leading out of the bedroom and turns back to face Stiles. “I’m going to make some breakfast.”
Stiles nods, liking the sound of that.
“And then I’m going to come back and eat your ass out again.”
He walks away and Stiles can't help but to bury his face in a pillow. He can’t wait for breakfast to be over.
***
“You should reconsider going to Maryanne’s wedding with Jordan.” The sheriff says, taking a sip of his beer then placing it back on its coaster.
Stiles glares at his father from the corner of his eye. He thinks about pausing their movie and going on a long tangent about how this is the fourth time the sheriff has brought up this godforsaken wedding and Stiles’ potential plus one.
He instead shovels a handful of popcorn into his mouth and says the first thing that comes to his mind.
“I’m not going to fuck Jordan so quit bringing up this wedding.”
The sheriff is quiet, going in for another sip of his beer instead of fighting Stiles on this matter. For him it’s a nonstarter, going to a wedding with a guy that he only knows from his fathers job seems not only desperate but tacky to say the least. Stiles knows that his dad just wants him to date again but it’s lost any appeal to him.
The sheriff folds his arms practically pouting like a child. “You know that I just want you to be happy. It's been over five years since the divorce. So why can’t you get back out there and meet some people?”
Stiles scoffs, “I dated Ethan.”
The Sheriff narrows his eyes. “That boy was just something for you to do. You were never serious about him.”
Stiles can’t really argue with that, he knows that Ethan wasn’t the one. Just a guy to test the waters and see if he could handle dating again. “Maybe I’m just not ready. Maybe I'll never be ready again.”
His father gives him a stern look, then turns his head to stare at the tv. The sheriff is quiet as their movie plays, acting more like background fodder than active media to be absorbed.
“If Derek is able to have what he considers a happy ending, then you should as well. No one deserves that more than you.” The Sheriff says.
Stiles is left speechless in all senses of the word. Maybe it was an act of a divine being when Eli storms into the house with a frazzled looking Derek on his heel.
“Eli, wait!” Derek yells after him.
Their son chooses to ignore Derek and runs up the stairs into his bedroom and slamming it behind him. Stiles and the Sheriff jump up from their spots on the couch equally as alarmed.
“What’s going on?” Stiles asks.
Derek gives him a constipated frown and shakes his head, resting his hands on his hips and walking the same two steps back and forth.
“Everything sort of piled up. I’m not even sure what he’s upset about anymore.”
Stiles looks up towards the stairs and thinks about running after Eli, that is until the sheriff rests a hand on his shoulder and announces that he’ll go check in on him. Stiles looks at Derek and nods towards the front door. They walk out together, shutting the door behind them and Stiles folds his arms over his chest and the cool breeze picks up.
Derek runs a hand through his hair.
“I think he’s upset about me canceling our fishing trip next week.” Derek admits sheepishly, he toes at nothing on the cement of the front porch.
Stiles sighs. “Derek.”
“I know I know.” He says holding up a hand to stop Stiles like he already knows his mistake.
“You know I’m trying to cover everything. And with his birthday and taking care of you guys.” Derek waves a hand towards Stiles.
Stiles frowns. “I can take care of Eli too.”
Derek freezes, realizing his other mistake. “ I-I know that. That's not what I mean. I just…fuck!” He curses loudly.
Stiles watches Derek closely. He reminds Stiles of when his ex was in law school and having a crisis every week.
“I think Eli just needs some time to be upset about the trip. He’ll be okay when you pick a new date to go.” Stiles appeals.
Derek nods, like that isn't the most obvious cause of action.
It’s quiet between them and it’s the first time that they are talking about anything instead of yelling over each other about the game.
Stiles clears his throat, “So Kate found a dress.”
Derek shoots up to stare at Stiles, a sort of confused annoyance plaguing his demeanor.
“A dress?” He questions.
“For your wedding.” Stiles deadpans.
“Fuck..” Derek sighs, palming his face. “Right..The wedding. The wedding. The wedding.” He mumbles under his breath like he’s trying to memorize that it even exists.
“Speaking of weddings I’m surprised that you used a new ring.”
Derek gives Stiles a scowl.
“Considering how she liked to covet what was mine.”
Derek hangs his head, clearly frustrated and just about done with everything. “How many times do you want me to apologize for that? You know I didn’t know that she would do that to you.”
Stiles crunches up his face. Maybe because he’s feeling petty or maybe he finally has the courage to say what he wants to Derek but he doesn't hold back. “Do you think that I wouldn't have found out about the affair if she hadn't done that?”
Derek kicks at a pebble, stuffing his hands into his pocket. “Maybe not.” Derek steps off the porch and looks over his shoulder. “Goodnight Stiles.”
“Night Derek.”
Notes:
Huh, Derek being absent minded about his own wedding is weird.
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Chapter 4: Going to the Chapel
Notes:
I'm a liar ...obvs.
Hey y'all, it's been a while. I have had a really crazy past few months. Back in March I sprained my ankle at work and was put on leave for 2 months. I've been dealing with kidney issues still, complete with an arsenal of meds to take. School was draining out any ounce of will that I had to live and I was just in a writing rut. So I really wasn't in a place to write anything. Hopefully this chapter makes up for that. I cannot give you an estimate of the next chapter but hopefully it will not be 8 months again.Let me know what you thought of the chapter.
Anyways, enjoy.
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Chapter Text
Stiles tentatively walks up the staircase, taking it one timid step at a time. Stiles doesn’t really know what he’s going to say once he gets to the top of the staircase and stands in front of Eli’s bedroom door. For once he’s at a loss because how do you explain to your kid that even though his father loves him, something more important came in the way of spending time together.
He makes it to the top of the staircase and goes for the handle of Eli’s door before stopping himself. The hushed voices of his father and Eli’s soft hiccups halt him in place.
“It’s not fair.” Eli says through sniffles.
Stiles knows it’s wrong to eavesdrop but he can’t help himself as he places the side of his face flush to the door.
“I know kiddo.” The sheriff replies. “Your dad just has a lot of things that he has to do. Canceling your trip doesn't mean he doesn't love you. I’m sure once you talk to him you’ll be able to figure something out.”
There’s shuffling on the other side of the door and the Sheriff lets out a soft oof sound. Stiles imagines that Eli plops himself into his grandfather's arms, eager to be held like when he was a young child. Stiles takes that as his que to tap three soft knocks on the door announcing his presence.
“Come in” Eli calls out, his voice rough and hoarse from the crying.
As Stiles opens the door he’s met with Eli’s flushed and tear stained face while he’s still held by the Sheriff. Eli looks up towards Stiles and offers him a small pitiful smile, wiping his face as he lets go of the embrace with his grandfather and takes small steps to Stiles.
“Is dad downstairs?” Eli questions, looking past Stiles’s shoulder to the empty hallway.
Stiles shakes his head. “He wanted to give you some space because he knew how much the trip meant to you.”
Eli lowers his head and nods, disappointment oozing out of him.
Stiles doesn't move, he doesn’t really even know what to say at the moment. That everything will be okay? Maybe that his dad just has a lot on his plate at the moment and that the fishing trip will just have to be moved for logistics sake. That’s the obvious thing to say. However, Stiles just keeps his mouth shut. He thinks about how Derek left looking just shy of absolutely devastated and even though it sort of pains him to give his ex any type of grace, he needs it.
He glances at his father, looking equally stuck on what to do. How do you navigate when your parents disappoint you?
Stiles claps his hands together, catching the attention of Eli and the Sheriff.
“Maybe we can start the movie ov-”
“I think I wanna be alone now.” Eli interrupts.
He doesn't meet Stiles’ eye, just folds his arms over his chest as he finds a spot on the carpeted floor and stares at it.
“O-okay.” Stiles agrees slowly. He takes cautious steps backwards until he’s fully out into the hallway, the Sheriff following but only after he casts several glances over his shoulder to Eli. Once they are both securing lingering in the hallway, Eli makes his move by taking fast strides to his door, shutting it closed.
The sheriff lets out a sigh, shaking his head as he makes his way down the hallways and trudges down the staircase. Stiles follows along silently until they’re both in the living room. The movie still paused where it was when the whole ordeal began.
Stiles looks back to the sheriff, as he’s plopped himself back onto the sofa with irritation on his face. The sheriff huffs as he reaches over to the ottoman, snatching up the remote and hitting the play button, resuming the movie. “That asshole.” He says under his breath.
Stiles instinctively pinches the bridge of his nose.
Here it comes.
“Dad, please. Don’t start with this right now.” Stiles practically begs. Stiles has tried to hold back the proverbial shit show that is the Sheriff's hatred of Derek.
The Sheriff scoffs, he angrily pauses the movie again and gives Stiles a scowl. “What? I’m not allowed to be angry about that fucker making my grandson cry?” He practically spits it out, venom wrapped in every word.
“Of course you’re allowed to be angry!” Stiles snaps back. “But I-I..” Stiles sighs and squeezes his eyes shut and tries to calm himself down. He always gets like this whenever Derek is mentioned. His sound of his heartbeat pulsing loudly in his head as he tries to not explode.
He takes a deep breath in through his nose and stares at the paused movie on the television, letting air out of his mouth slowly before he turns to his dad again. The Sheriff eyeing him as he waits for Stiles to continue his thought.
“I’m trying to not hold a grudge against Derek.” Stiles explains. “And it doesn't help that you shit on him any chance you get.”
His dad huffs and rolls his eyes dramatically. “Well maybe he shouldn't do things like cheat on you or disappoint my grandson.”
Stiles lets out another haggard sigh before he takes back his spot on the couch, plopping himself down. He doesn't say anything back - he can’t find the words actually. He knows that logically, any parent would be upset with the actions of Derek, hell, Stiles is upset. But he’s five years deep into being divorced and Eli will only get older. Stiles wonders how long he can continue to let animosity fester and potentially affect Eli.
He looks at the Sheriff. The deep frown lines on his face are more prominent, crows' feet tugging at the sides of his eyes and just an overall look of being older. Stiles hates these moments. The moments where he sees his father for who he really is. A man just aging and wanting his only child to be happy. That makes Stiles sort of feel like shit because he can’t seem to fulfil that wish for his father.
“Look,” He starts. “What happened between me and Derek was a long time ago.” The frown on his fathers face only deepens with Derek’s name being mentioned. “I’d like to move on and not fight with you on every little thing regarding him.”
The Sheriff tosses the remote with a scoff.
“I wasn’t trying to start a fight.” he grumbles under his breath. “But fine,” He concedes. “I won't say anything about that asshole.”
“Thank you.”
Stiles thinks that it’s the end of the conversation and looks back towards the tv as the Sheriff presses play again. Their distraction only lasts a few minutes before his father is pausing the movie again and turning his whole body towards Stiles.
“You never told me why you never tried to work it out.” He states.
Stiles freezes. He doesn't want to talk about this. In fact, Stiles would gladly go back to yelling and shouting if only to push back this topic to the deepest darkest parts of hell. That’s where it belongs anyway. Far from the prying eyes and ears of every person that was not only shocked but in practical denial when Stiles announced that he and Derek were breaking up. It was like the world was ending. It was Bradgelina, Ocean Gate and the fucking 2016 election results all rolled into one. A cataclysmic event that made people stop believing in love.
That’s what Ms.Smith said anyway, all those years ago. She was a nosy neighbor, but a nice one all the same. Her sentiments of Stiles’ marriage ending was that on par with the extinction of the dinosaurs, along with a plate of cookies to soothe his anguish.
Of course he wouldn't tell his father why they continued with the divorce. It wasn't like no one knew how much Derek was trying to get him back. The constant calls, flowers being sent to the house and his job. Once Derek moved out, the older man only got more desperate with his antics.
“I don’t want to talk about this.” Stiles mutters, looking down at the floor trying to think of anything other than how much this makes him want to scream.
“You never want to talk about it. Maybe that’s why you haven’t dated.”
“Dad, I don’t need therapy.” Stiles palms his face because this has been a repeated sentiment from his father since the divorce was finalized. “Well, you need to talk to someone about what you’ve been through.”
The Sheriff throws up his arms as he waits for a response and gets exactly nothing.
Stiles feels bad clamming up about this. It’s his natural response to anything regarding five years ago, and Derek. With Kate he’s even worse because it’s like he can’t help but to go ballistic. If he shuts down he can’t cry about how his family broke up and he helped do it.
There’s a hand at his shoulder, awkwardly rubbing, waking Stiles out of his thoughts. “You don’t know how scared I was when you called me that night. I mean you were so distraught when you couldn't find your mom’s-”
“Please don’t.” Stiles interrupts. He rubs at his face again, this time groaning into his hands because why can’t his dad just let this go.
“I want to help.” The sheriff adds.
Stiles stands from the couch, finally done with this weird intervention that won't actually go anywhere.
“As long as Eli isn’t too affected by this. We’re okay.”
The Sheriff gives a defeated sigh.
***
Stiles anxiously taps his thumb against the steering wheel trying to focus on the traffic report on the radio. He glances at Eli from the corner of his eye but can’t bring himself to talk about last night. Stiles wonders if Eli was upset,hearing the argument he had with the Sheriff. He wonders if Eli pressed his ear against his bedroom door to hear more clearly.
Stiles looks at his watch, anxiety bubbling up in his chest as he makes the mental play by play of trying to fit a much needed conversation about last night into the next seven minutes. Seven minutes until he turns on market street and ends up across the street from his son's school.
He just goes for it, his brain barely matching up with the words tumbling out of his mouth. “Did you wanna talk about last night? I know that you were really upset.”
Eli’s face scrunches up as he tears his eyes away from his phone. “No, I’m not upset anymore.” Eli replies.
“Are you sure? You don’t have to pretend that you’re o-”
“Dad called this morning.” Eli pushes through Stiles’ speech.
“Oh.” Stiles mutters, turning his attention back to the road and lurching the car forward just until he gets to the intersection, stopped at a red light. “What did he say? What did you guys talk about?”
Eli shrugs.
It’s moments like these where Stiles misses when Eli was younger. Too young to really hide what he was feeling. Too young to care about the feelings of others, especially the adults around him. Stiles feels like shit only for the fact that he knows that the development coincided with the divorce.
“Dad will take me fishing the weekend before my birthday. Just me and him.” It’s said with such certainty. Like it’s a fact known to all of mankind, like the sky is blue or that pineapple definitely belongs on pizza.
Stiles hums, nodding his head in understanding. “Speaking of your birthday” Stiles begins,“I was only given the direction of it needing to be better than your friends.”
There's a hint of a smile tugging at Eli’s lips as he looks up again from his phone. “Yeah, better than laser tag.” Eli shifts in his seat just as the light finally turns red and Stiles is finally able to cross the intersection.
“Actually, I was thinking that we could invite the whole soccer team and also my friends from school.”
Stiles nods again, Elis continues his list of must haves for his party.
“It’s gotta be a nerf gun party in a big field so that way we can have teams and go against each other. There should be like huge hay bails and piles of junk to hide behind like we're really in war to fight each other. And an ice cream bar , snacks and lots of pizza - cheese only obviously.”
“You can’t only have cheese, Eli.” Stiles remarks.
Eli takes a second to think about the dilemma of only having one kind of pizza topping at a party with a minimum of twenty kids. “ Okay okay, we can have pepperoni too.” Eli relents, waving a hand in Stiles’ general direction.
Stiles snorts, because yeah, that’s definitely his kid.
When Stiles finally reaches the opposite side of Eli’s school, Eli jumps out with a half hearted goodbye. Stiles decides to not take it too personally and instead focus on not being late to work, again.
He attributes his success on that mission by already being in his scrubs when he clocks in so by the time he’s pocketing gloves in the exam room it’s eight o’ clock. He’s setting up the exam room for an early morning surgery when Theo walks into the room.
Stile sucks in a breath and tries to not look like he’s freaking out. Stiles spent most of the week after their little romp pretty much avoiding him. It wasn't on purpose, at least not at first but then Stiles would remember being face down in Theo’s bed and cumming uncontrollably and it was too much to think about while trying to do his job. So he spent the week dodging calls and text messages and even volunteering to work with the other Doctor’s through the week to limit any interaction.
Theo enters the room, holding a chart of the next four legged patient. He doesn't hold back, not even giving Stiles a chance to think before he’s stalking towards him.
“You haven't called or texted me back.”
It’s said matter of factly. Well, because Stiles never called or texted Theo back, like at all.
“And you avoiding me is pretty confusing as well.” Theo adds on.
Stiles scoffs. “I'm not avoiding you.”
Theo raises an eyebrow, challenging that sentiment because even Stiles can see the bullshit coming out of his mouth. Stiles rolls his eyes with a heavy sigh because it’s not even an hour into his shift and being accosted like this is not what he had in mind when he woke up this morning. “Look, we had fun.” Stiles feels a sort of deja vu. When did he last have this conversation with Theo? “I don’t think it’s a good idea to continue to sleep with each other, especially since we work together.”
Theo hums, feigning to understand what Stiles is saying. “Yeah, and you’ll probably say it again after I get you in my bed.” Theo’s being cocky, if the smile is anything to go off of. That smug smile plaguing his face as he dodges Stiles’ attempt at ending their two times sexual escapades.
Stiles argues back, “We’re not sleeping together again. I mean it.”
“Right.” Theo says, smugness still intact.
“I mean it.”
“So do I. Let's have lunch together.” Theo continues.
It throws Stiles off, practically giving him whiplash at the speed of topic change. “ What?”
Theo huffs out a laugh. “Lunch.
You.” He points to Stiles.
“Me.” He points to himself.
“Together.”
Stiles is less than impressed. He folds his arms over his chest and glances at the clock on the wall just above Theo’s head. He could wait out the two minutes until their furry patient is escorted into the exam room and avoid answering all together. Instead, he sighs and quickly gives a nod in agreement.
The giant smile that Theo gives is only a little bit cute.
***
Lunch isn’t amazing. Given the fact that they only have an hour, it takes Stiles twelve minutes to clock out, grab his wallet and tell Scott that he’s eating with Theo instead of his best friend before he’s finally meeting the older man in the parking lot. Theo holds up his watch to his face and dramatically pouts. “I only have forty eight minutes to convince you to sleep with me again.”
Stiles laughs dryly, “Thirty, if we don’t count the time where I block out everything while I eat my food.”
They settle on getting sandwiches, deciding to eat them in the parking lot of the clinic. Stiles grimaces when he sees a pickle spear nudged on the side of his sandwich. He holds it up in the air with a sour face and plops it down on top of Theo’s own sandwich. Theo looks at the pickle,then up at him puzzled.
“Not a fan of pickles?” He asks, amused.
Stiles’ aversion to pickles is rather personal. “Grandma used to send us her homemade pickles when I was a kid.”
Theo hums along, taking a sizable bite of his own pickle, waiting for Stiles to continue.
“One night I decided to eat an entire jar by myself.”
Theo shrugs his shoulders as to say so what.
“Including drinking all of the brine.” He adds. “I threw up all over the kitchen floor, even some of it came out of my nose.”
Theo snorts, almost choking on his food. He gives a hearty laugh before slapping a hand to his mouth, trying to smother the absolute fit he’s having. Stiles is less than amused, and takes another bite of his own food while giving Theo the side eye.
Theo wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, “I can see you crying over that to your parents.” He chuckles.
Stiles flushes, because yeah, he totally cried to his mom about eating an entire jar of pickles - brine included, and then vomiting it all up again.
“I thought you were supposed to use this lunch to woo me, not laugh at the misfortunes of me as a child.”
Theo laughs again, “I was waiting for you to finish your food before I really got down to business.” He stares into Stiles’ eyes, not wavering and Stiles feels hot all over. Those same eyes that encouraged him to be as loud as he wanted, the eyes that watched him cum all over his stomach over and over again. Suddenly, it's too much, Stiles tears his eyes away, biting down into his food to avoid looking at the man.
Stiles doesn’t know how Theo manages to do it. Make him laugh one second and then feel like he’s going to melt from the eye contact alone. It’s not hard to see what goes on in Theo's head. Their nights together and even their mornings. Stiles would be lying if he didn’t think of them also, but in his defense he doesn't plan on letting it happen again, so what’s the harm in using it as his own personal spank bank.
When Stiles’ phone buzzes in his pants pocket, he practically jumps in his seat. With a huff he puts down half of his eaten sandwich and fishes the phone out of his scrub pocket. He can't help but to roll his eyes when he sees that it’s a text message from his dad.
Father of mine: 12:49 pm: Just wanted to reach out again on behalf of Maryanne. She really wants to see you at the wedding and Jordan is still available if you need a plus one.
Stiles groans, tossing his phone to the dashboard in annoyance.
“This again.” he mutters under his breath.
Theo scrunches his brows together. “What's wrong?”
Stiles shakes his head, not wanting to get into this with yet another person. He’s practically talked about this wedding and his avoidance of it with every person he’s ever met at this point and just about as many times with his dad.
“Nothing, it’s nothing really.” He adds, waving his hand and going in for his sandwich again.
Theo doesn't look convinced. “It’s nothing yet you had that sort of reaction?”
Stiles sighs, he knows he’s not going to be able to bulldoze through this conversation. He gestures to his phone, “There’s a wedding coming up this Sunday for a family friend and my dad wants me to go, with one of his deputies.” Theo immediately grasps the situation as he hums and haws.
“And you don’t want to give this deputy a chance?” Theo asks.
“He’s..” Stiles is at a loss for words while he thinks of how to truly describe Jordan Parish.
“Jordan is a puppy.” He professes.
“Hmm.. so his name is Jordan.”
Stiles snorts, an exacerbated smile on his face because of course Theo would latch at the name of a potential man with interests toward him.
“Jordan is a man who I am not interested in but my dad would love to see me date. Therefore, I will not be attending the wedding.”
“I could go with you.” Theo responds. He says it so calmly and nonchalantly that he might as well have said that the sky was blue or that the world goes round.
It takes Stiles a full minute to comprehend what Theo had said. He hears it, naturally as anyone else would as he takes another bite of his dwindling sandwich. However, it doesn’t settle in the groves of his brain until he’s fully chewed and swallowed, followed by a long swig of his pepsi for him to grasp what was said.
“I-I wait…..you want to go with me to my friend's wedding? As a plus one?” Stiles asks. “My plus one?” He continues.
Theo shrugs his shoulders. “Why not? You don’t want to go with the guy your dad wants you to. So why not me?”
“I mean, we’re ..” he trails off, not sure how to describe what they are. Fuckbuddies, friends with benefits, colleagues that have seen each other naked. He’s not so sure on how to spin it, spin them. What if someone were to ask what Theo was to him? He can’t very well admit that they met at a club and then screwed each other's brains out an hour later.
“We’re friends.” Theo says. “And if you let me, I'll be your plus one to this wedding. This way, you can keep your dad at bay about dating and keep this Jordan guy even further.”
Stiles thinks about it. It does sound promising, finally getting his dad off his back about dating and not having to deal with Jordan trying and failing to ask him out whenever they are in vicinity of each other.
“Hmm.” Stiles weighs the options some more. He could just not go, instead hanging with Eli and getting some well needed rest. He could give in to his dad and go with Jordan while trying to find the right way to gently let him down, or go with Theo and have a hot guy on his arm who squashes any nagging from his dad about romantic prospects for at least a few months.
“You have to wear a suit.”
Theo smirks, “I’ll have you know, that I look rather good in a suit.”
Stiles can only imagine.
“This Sunday?” Theo asks.
“This Sunday,” Stiles affirms.
***
Stiles never really liked weddings. Granted, he had only been to three, one of those being his own but in his defense the wedding was very lowkey and low maintenance. But this wedding is not lowkey or low maintenance. Theo lets out a low whistle when they get to the ceremony hall, taking in the sight of the sheer amount of flowers filling up the entire space.
They don't spend too much longer gawking at the decorations before Stiles’ name is called from across the room. Stiles whips his head around to see his father and Melissa making their way to where they are. Stiles suddenly gets nervous, he knew that he would have to introduce Theo to his father but hoped that there would be a workup to it.
“Stiles,” The Sheriff greets. “I’m glad you decided to change your mind and come.” The Sheriff slows down in front of Stiles, eying Theo suspiciously. “And you brought someone.” He adds cautiously.
Stiles rubs at the back of his neck. “Yeah, I had a change of heart last minute.”
His dad hums, not taking his eyes off of Theo, practically having a staring contest. Anyone else would be intimidated - hell Stiles is often intimidated by him and he’s known him since birth. However, Theo doesn't waver, instead he sticks his hand out, offering an easy smile.
“Theo Raken. Pleasure to meet you, Sheriff. Stiles has told me a lot about you.”
The Sheriff takes a drawn out second to look at the hand out reached to him before he decides to accept the handshake.
“Uh huh, and how do you know my son?” It’s rude, anyone with half a brain and an understanding of normal interactions would know that his father was being rude. Nonetheless, Theo takes it.
“We're coworkers, actually.”
“Well Theo, Stiles hasn't told me anything about you.” The Sheriff says bluntly.
Stiles palms his face while Melissa slaps at his chest trying to reel him in. The Sheriff sets his eyes on Stiles, basically dismissing Theo without verbalizing so. “Stiles,” The Sheriff nods his head in the direction of a quiet corner. “Can I talk to you for a moment, alone?”
Stiles sighs because there is no getting out of this. He nods his head and offers Theo an apologetic smile before he walks with his dad to said quiet corner.
His dad thumbs back behind him, “Who the fuck is that?!”
“A friend, like he said.” Stiles mutters, veering off to look at Theo being his usual charming self with Melissa.
The Sheriff snaps his fingers, getting Stiles’ attention.
“That man is not your friend. A man that looks like that, is not your friend.” The Sheriff practically sneers.
“I can't have friends?” Stiles asks defiantly.
“I was born at night, but not last night! Not friends that look like that. Men that look the way he does, do not want to be your friend.”
Stiles throws his hands up in the air. He can’t believe that they’re actually arguing about this with the ceremony set so soon. “I thought you wanted me to start dating?”
“So now you’re dating him? What happened to him just being your friend and coworker?”
He thinks about just walking away. The conversation veering towards a never ending circle that doesn't solve or answer anything. Stiles knows that his dad isn’t upset about the prospects of Stiles dating, he’s just been caught off guard after Stiles vehemently rejected Jordan’s advances. So the sight of a man that he does not know, coming as his plus one and trying to pass as nothing more than friends is pretty fucking patronizing.
The Sheriff pinches the bridge of his nose then glances at his watch on his left wrist. “We should get seated, the ceremony will start in ten minutes.”
Stiles nods, following the sheriff back to where Melissa and Theo were, conversation also coming to an end. They follow each other down an empty aisle of seats and sit down next to each other, the room quieting down as the other guests find their own seats.
Maybe it was the fact that the room was clearing, or maybe that Stiles wasn't paying attention to the other occupants in the ceremony hall, but the visceral feeling to vomit when Stiles sees him is almost immediate.
Derek.
Derek there, on the other side of the room sitting in an identical chair to the one that Stiles is currently sat in, practically stuns him. He’s motionless as he’s trying to wrack his brain as to why Derek would be here. Stiles thinks back to when telling Derek about how he would drop off Eli with him this weekend, only for Derek to suggest Laura instead. A cold sweat rolls down his back and he can’t seem to hear anything else other than the blood rushing in his head. His breathing haggard as he remembers that he’s with Theo and if Derek turns his head just a smidge, then he’ll too see Stiles.
Stiles prays to any god that would listen to strike the wedding down, causing chaos and mayhem so he doesn't have to deal with his right now.
The gods must hate him because Derek does in fact turn his head just right and meet eyes with Stiles. He can see the confusion on his face, wondering why Stiles is here, wondering if he forgot Stiles telling him that he would in fact be at the same wedding. Doesn't really matter though, because here he is anyway.
Derek stands up from his seat, probably getting ready to say various excuses to the other guests sitting down as he tries to make his way over. He doesn't get that far, not even close. He doesn't even get to move from his own seat before music starts to play. A stunned hush falling over the guests and then Derek is just there, the odd man out standing in his row obstructing other patrons from seeing the priest make his way to the altar. He finally takes his seat, twisting his head to meet eyes with Stiles again, scrunching up his face and mouthing something. It’s too complex and all Stiles can gather is the fact that Derek is confused.
Their little game of mouth charades only lasted as long as it took for the groom to make his way down the aisle with his parents on either side of him to get to the altar and wait for his bride. Then the music changes, a slower paced piano version of going to the chapel plays as the bridesmaid and groomsmen follow the same path, then finally Maryanne.
***
Stiles wonders if his day could get worse. He probably shouldn't ask that because the answer is always yes. When the ceremony finishes, and the guests are ushered out into the hall and towards the reception room, Stiles thinks that it’s his chance to make a break for it. Just grab Theo and escape to the parking lot and avoid any confrontation with Theo and Derek.
Instead, Stiles belines for the champagne tower by the cake because if he’s going to face Derek, he sure as hell won't do it sober.
He downs one flute at the table, not stopping to think about how it may look because all he can think about is the inevitable with Derek. It’s when he gets to finish his second that Derek spots him from across the room and takes long strides to reach him.
“This was your prior engagement?” Derek asks.
Stiles swallows his last sip, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before saying anything.
“How was I supposed to know you were going to be here? If I knew I wouldn't have br-”
He stops himself, not able to finish his sentence because he sees Theo in real time scan the floor, spot Stiles and he too makes his way over. Stiles wants to die, like at the very moment he wills his heart to stop beating because even though he knew this would happen, Stiles hoped he’d be drunk enough to find the whole thing absolutely funny.
This is not funny.
Theo sides up next to him, plastering that charming smile he knows. “Found our table,” he thumbs back behind himself. “Looks like we’re sitting with your dad and Melissa.”
Stiles nods stiffly, before taking yet another flute, sucking down huge gulps. Theo decides that it’s his cue to turn up the asshole meter and feign surprise when faced with Derek.
“Oh I'm sorry man, didn't see you there.” He holds out a hand, “Theo Raken.”
Derek scoffs, glancing at the hand hovering between them before just ignoring it all together. Stiles can see this going even more sideways, two alphas sizing each other up over complete bullshit. Stiles tries to step in, stomping out any thoughts Derek might have about the two of them. Stiles clears his throat, “Theo is my -” “Friend.” Theo interrupts, still sporting that smug look.
“Right.” Derek doesn't look impressed, can’t even seem to take his eyes off Theo. “Where’s Kate?” Stiles asks. He’s not curious, far from it actually. However, considering that they are at a wedding, Derek coming alone would be pretty fucking off.
Derek shrugs. Those green eyes piercing his just for a moment to acknowledge him before they are back on Theo. “At home.”
Stiles nods, trying to think of anything else to say to keep things calm. Stiles has had enough of this whole encounter and tugs at Theo’s arm. “Let's go sit down, Maryanne will be finished with taking photos soon.”
Theo hums, letting himself be pulled along. They make it only a few feet away until Theo stops , turning on his heel back to Derek. He snaps his fingers in faux realization, a real light bulb moment going off. “You’re the ex husband.” He gives Derek another smug smile before Stiles is able to pull him away again.
“Jesus Christ." Stiles mumbles under his breath. They make it back to the table, only their seats left unoccupied and his dad, Melissa and another older couple converse. Melissa shoots him a concerned look. “How did that go?” She asks. “As well as it could go. On the bright side, no blood was shed.”
“Yet.” The Sheriff chimes in behind a glass of champagne. He receives a light hit on his arm from Melissa before he rolls his eyes and apologizes.
It’s not long before Maryanne and her husband enter the reception and the party starts. They have their first dance together as man and wife. Maybe it’s the environment for the fact that he hadn’t been to a wedding in so long, but Stiles couldn't help but to think of his own wedding. It was small, nothing extravagant but just enough for them and their families. Their first dance together as a married couple was filled with laughter only because Stiles kept stepping on Derek’s toes.
Stiles quirks a corner of his lip at the memory , even letting out an amused huff.
“Whats so funny?” Theo leans down to whisper in his ear. Stiles jolts in surprise, immediately shaking his head. “N-nothing really.” Theo eyes him, not really believing him but letting it go anyway.
***
After the dances, one even amusingly choreographed, the servers come out with plates of food for every table. It’s standard wedding food. Chicken or steak, even a vegetarian option with all the sides. Stiles tries to load up on food so as to not to engage in any conversation with his dad regarding Theo.
His dad had other plans.
“So Theo, what do you do for a living?”
Stiles clears his throat, shooting a glare at his father that is completely ignored.
Theo answers anyway. “I’m a Veterinarian."
He pauses, glancing at Stiles before he continues. “In fact that is how Stiles and I met, at work.”
The Sheriff raises an eyebrow. “That true?” He asks, looking at Stiles.
“Ughh” Is all Stiles can manage before Theo speaks up again. “I actually only recently started at the same clinic a few weeks ago. I used to work in Sacramento for about ten years before I wanted a change of pace.
The Sheriff eyes Theo. “Any particular reason you left and came to Beacon Hills?”
Stiles can see the gears turning in his fathers head with each question. “Okay , okay. Let's change the subject to anything not involving Theo.” He announces, clasping his hand together.
He receives an unimpressed look from his father, but the Sheriff doesn't push.
***
The DJ changes to a slow jam, people around them partnering up to dance on the dance floor. There is a small gasp from Melissa when his dad stands up, holding his hand out to ask for a dance. She gladly takes it.
“You wanna dance?” Stiles jumps at Theo’s voice suddenly in his ear. He looks up to Theo standing in front of him. Stiles shakes his head furiously, resulting to cross his hands in front of his chest to make an ‘x’. “ I don't dance. I-I can’t dance, actually. I practically have two left feet. You really don’t want to dance with me cause I'll step on your feet and it’ll be a whole thing and-”
“I’ll take my chances.” Theo interrupts quickly, shooting Stiles a smooth smile. He’s not going to let him get away, Stiles knows it. He sighs, all deep and dramatic before letting Theo pull him from his seat and following him to the middle of the dance floor. Stiles thinks about turning on his heel and marching himself back to his table, leaving Theo alone on the dance floor. Instead, he throws his head back in faux annoyance and takes Theo’s hand allowing himself to be pulled in close and personal. They don't go far, just a few feet to the edge of the dance floor. Stiles slips his arms around Theo’s neck, face reddening. “I haven't done this in a very long time.” Stiles admits.
Theo lifts his shoulder in a half shrug. “All the more reason to do it.”
They dance slowly, swaying ever so slightly to evoke just enough movement to be considered dancing to the untrained eye. Stiles leans to rest his chin on Theo’s shoulder, taking in the moment and for once in the many hours that Stiles had been at this wedding, he felt relaxed.
Stiles looks around the ballroom, eyes glancing over to the DJ as he flips through a small booklet, sweat clinging to his brow as the harsh lights hit him. Then he glances at the Sheriff and Melissa dancing, looking into each other's eyes with a desire that Sties tries to ignore. Stiles spends time observing different guests and what they do and how they do it.
He’s startled by the vibration in Theo’s chest as the older man begins to speak, clearing his voice in the process. “So does this mean I get to see you naked tonight?" Stiles snaps his head up quickly, smothering a scandalized smirk. He flits his eyes around the dance floor, hoping that no one is sober enough to be interested in their conversation. Stiles bites his lip, taking the bait that Theo so kindly set out for him.
“Well that depends.”
“On?” Theo questions. He squeezes Stiles’ waist, flattening it against his own. The warmth spreading along his torso.
Stiles can't help but to flush. Even on a dance floor at the wedding of someone he doesn't know, Theo is a master at flirtation. It leaves Stiles’ stomach doing flips, heat curling down his spin and a desire he can't quite place.
“It depends on if you’ve been a good boy or not.”
Theo smiles.
He leans down to whisper into Stile’s ear.
“Have I been a good boy?”
Stiles starts to give his answer, thinking back to how he handled meeting the Sheriff and the not so warm welcome from Derek. Any other alpha would have taken offence to Stiles’ father being less than thrilled by his presence and even more so be offended by Derek's hostility. Stiles hums and haws, really trying to draw out his answer.
Before he’s able to give his answer, there’s a tap at his shoulder. Stiles turns to see the bride herself standing behind him with a grin. She clears her throat and looks to Theo as she pulls at Stiles’ wrist.
“Mind if I steal him?”
Theo raises his eyebrows, asking in a way himself.
Stiles nods.
“I’ll give you my answer after my dance with Maryanne.”
Theo thumbs back to the mostly deserted bar. “I’ll be waiting, with a drink.”
Stiles and Maryanne watch as Theo maneuvers his way through people who probably took too many glasses of the champagne tower. Theo just barely manages to get the bar when Maryanne gives Stiles a knowing smirk.
“Please tell me you’re fucking him. That man is too fine to not see naked.”
Stiles lets out a scandalized gasp. “Maryanne! We are literally at your wedding!”
She tilts her head back, letting out a loud cackle that garners so looks from some people around them. Maryanne lifts her hand to show Stiles her wedding ring, it’s really a fucking boulder mascarading as a ring as it sparkles under the dance floor strobe lights.
“I’m married Stiles, not fucking blind.”
She looks over her shoulder to Theo again.
“You’re screwing him, yes?” She asks.
Stiles sighs, shaking his head as he entertains her and the conversation. “Well we don’t play scrabble in my bedroom.”
Maryanne gives him a pleased smile as she takes his hands into her own. “Good, you deserve some fun.”
Stiles smiles back.
“You just so you know.” Stiles starts, getting Maryanne’s attention as he eyes wander over to Theo again. “He's not my boyfriend, just a friend- no, more of a coworker than anything.”
Maryanne holds her hands up in surrender. “I didn't say anything” She giggles. “ However, you’re the only person I know that can pull Alphas that look like Derek Hale and this one.” She says giving Theo one last linger before folding her arms over her chest.
“Speaking of Derek.” Stiles adds. “I know that you stayed friends after the divorcee but a heads up would have been nice.
She gives Stiles an apologetic look before taking his hands again. “Look, you guys are both of my friends. And in my defense I wasn't sure you would be coming anyway. I mean, the Sheriff told me how you didn't want to go with Jordan and I figured you wouldn't come at all.”
Stiles isn't mad at her, not really. He’s not even mad that Derek is there in the first place. Stiles really only feels the same feeling he gets whenever he’s around Derek.
Anxious.
***
They manage the rest of the wedding without any incident, Derek and Stiles taking metaphorical sides of the wedding. Stiles occupied the left side of the reception room with the champagne tower and the DJ, while Derek got the right side with the hour-divers and photo booth. They silently made the bar a neutral territory, only speaking politely to one another and not speaking of the Theo shaped elephant. Eventually, they make it to the send off portion of the wedding with everyone standing side by side as they hold sparklers as the married couple walk to their limo heading to their honeymoon.
As guests are beginning to leave, Stiles and Theo head back inside. The dance floor mostly deserted save for a few stragglers too drunk to notice the barren space and the people trying to take as many slices of cake as their hands can carry.
Stiles heads straight to their table where the Sheriff is draping his coat over Melissa's shoulders. He gives Stiles a tired smile. “I am glad you decided to come after all.” The Sheriff mutters softly, the long night weighting him down. “Even with meeting..” he trails off, eyes cautiously following Theo as he stands next to Stiles. “Your new friend.”
“We should get going.” Melissa interjects. “There’s going to be some traffic on the way back home.” The Sheriff sighs, nodding. Stiles knows that they are only tabling this conversation for another night and he’s not exactly looking forward to it. He gives Melissa a kiss on the cheek goodbye and gets a bear hug from his dad before he and Theo are the only two left at their table.
Grabbing his own jacket, Stiles turns to Theo. “I’m sorry. My dad can be a little protective when it -”
“It’s fine.” Theo cuts Stiles off.
“Your dad has every right to be wary of a man that he does not know with his son. Especially at a wedding.”
Stiles rubs at the back of his neck, awkwardly nodding along.
Theo takes a few small steps closer to Stiles until the heat from his body can just barely be felt. “So,” He starts. “You promised to give me your answer after your time with Maryanne.”
Stiles flushes. The sudden realization of his previous conversation with Theo and what it entailed.
“Was I good enough to spend the night with you?”
Stiles bites his lips, trying to hold back a smile. He knew that he wasn't going to deny Theo but teasing really did something for him. “I guess you’ll have to find you.” Stiles replies. Theo offers his hand, and Stiles takes it, allowing himself to be led out of the reception hall and out into the parking lot. Most of the cars are gone so they easily find Theo’s car tucked away shaded by a tall tree. Theo is the perfect gentleman and opens the passenger door for Stiles.
Theo stops Stiles from getting into the car, tugging at his arm as he leans in close for a kiss. Stiles meets his lips, the kiss slow and sensual savoring for what's to come later. Stiles offers a small smile to Theo trying to compose himself. Stiles can't help but to let his mind wander to their past encounters. The way that Theo would touch him just right, just enough to get Stiles wanting more. Their kiss is interrupted by a loud grunt.
It startles Stiles so much that he instinctively pushes Theo back, maybe harder than he expected to. Just a few feet back stands Derek, hands on his hips and a scowl on his face.
“Can we talk?” Derek growls.
Theo scoffs, “No, he doesn’t want to -” Stiles stops him, pressing a hand to his chest.
“It’s fine, I got this.” Stiles says.
Theo looks between Stiles and Derek before shaking his head slightly as he makes his way to the driver's side of the car. Stiles walks up to Derek, folding his arms over his chest.
“What do you want Derek?”
He’s annoyed, and horny and being cockblocked by his ex isn't exactly Stiles’ version of fun.
“He your boyfriend?” Derek spits out.
Stiles is slightly taken aback at how mad Derek seems. He doesn't say anything , just narrows his eyes as he studies Derek’s face.
“Are..are you guys fucking?” Derek says, his words slurring.
Stiles frowns. “You’re drunk Derek.” Stiles states. He folds his arms tighter and just observes as Derek slowly leans to his left before his brain to counteract the shift and he ends up almost stumbling over nothing.
Derek rights himself, standing straight as he tries to smooth out wrinkles in his shirt. “You didn't answer me.”
“That’s because it’s none of your fuckign business.” Stiles snaps. “It doesn't matter who I sleep with or if I have a boyfriend, we aren't together Derek.”
Derek doesn't respond, a severe frown on his face as he stews in silence. Stiles looks back over his shoulder to see Theo fully in the car with it running, waiting.
“Gimmie your phone.” Stiles says.
“What?” Derek asks, confused.
“Now!” Stiles shouts.
Derek grumbles something Stiles can't really make out but fishes his phone out of his pocket all the same. Stiles snatches it out of his hand and is surprised when he sees the screen savor. A picture of Eli when he was around three years old sitting in Stiles’ lap as they both smile at the camera. He pushes past the shock and goes into the Uber app, typing in the address of the venue and then typing in Derek's house. He hesitates, before deleting it and typing in Laura's house instead , hoping that she won't be too pissed off to be woken up to her younger brother drunk on her doorstep. Stiles completes the transaction and shoves the phone into Derek's chest.
“Don’t do anything stupid and just wait for the Uber. Okay?”
Derek nods slowly, the words probably taking longer to process in his mind. Stiles sighs, allowing himself to take a few steps backwards before fully turning around and getting into Theo’s car.
They drive off leaving Derek standing in the middle of the parking lot, Stiles watching him in the mirror until he can no longer do so. Theo doesn't say anything as he drives onto the freeway, just turns on the radio and seemingly ignores the last few minutes.
They make it a total of seven minutes before Theo speaks up.
“He couldn't get an Uber by himself?”
Stiles knits his eyebrows together, puzzled. “Sorry?” He questions.
Theo sighs, squeezing the steering wheel as he trains his eyes on the road, not daring to look at Stiles.
“He’s a grown man. He couldn’t get home without your help?”
“Should I have left him to possibly drive home drunk?” Stiles answers with a question.
He’s defensive, but anyone would be.
Right?
***
Stiles rarely gets to have mondays off, so he plans to make the most of it, especially kid free. He reaches for his phone, turning off his second alarm before it goes off. Theo shifts in his sleep next to Stiles until he's in a prone position and his naked body is no longer covered by the blanket. Stiles doesn't even think before he opens up his camera app and snaps a few sneaky pictures of Theo. He tells himself that he’ll delete them once they stop sleeping together , that it’ll only be a matter of time before he grows tired of the man.
“Are you done?” Theo questions before yawning, startling Stiles.
“Huh?” Stiles plays dumb.
Theo peaks open one eye. “You finished taking your pics? Or do you want some of my cock as well for your portfolio?” He’s amused, which only adds to Stiles’ embarrassment.
“I was only taking a few.” Stiles admits, trying to hide behind his hands.
He’s met with a cheeky grin and Theo lifts himself up and sits back on his knees. He stretches his arms over his head and Stiles enjoys the view of Theo's toned body.
“You can take a few more.”
Stiles begins to protest but Theo takes his phone from his hand and takes pictures of himself. Some of his toned abs, other of his face and just a few with his cock in the frame just like he promised. Wordlessly, he finishes, tossing the phone back to stiles and hops off the bed.
“How about we take a shower together and then make some breakfast.”
Stiles doesn't protest.
He crawls off the bed, putting his phone back on the charger and following Theo into his bathroom. Theo steps into the shower and turns on the water, adjusting the temperature as the water hits his chest.
Stiles steps in the shower and there's a bit of awkward maneuvering before Stiles feels the warm water on the body.
Theo takes Stiles’ chin in his hand, lifting it until they are looking each other in the eyes. He leans down to give a kiss. It's just a simple peck at first. Just one, then a second , then a third and then they are full blown making out. Stiles sucks on Theo’s tongue, moaning into the kiss as Theo palms Stiles back, moving them slowly down until they squeeze Stiles’ ass.
They spend a good thirty minutes in the shower until they can't cum any more. Stiles fishes out a towel while planting kisses along Theo’s jaw line. He finally manages to grab one from the closest just as his phone vibrates. Stiles pads across his room to his night stand and snatches his phone up reading the caller ID as Eli’s school.
Panic sets in immediately.
Stiles answers the phone. “Hello?”
“Hello, is this Stiles Stilinski?”
“Yes, this is him.” Stiles confirms.
“Good afternoon Mr. Stilinski, this is Principle Hewitt. I’m calling because your son Eli got into a fight today at school.”
“I-Is he okay?” Stiles asks, frantically trying to dry off, look for boxers and fend off Theo's questioning eyes.
“It would be better if you came down to the school to talk in person.”
“Okay I’ll be there-.” Stiles attempts to get out.
“With his father.” Principal Hewitt adds quickly.
Notes:
Hmm...Eli fighting at school?