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Title: Dirty Little Secret – Mischief Mondays Series
TW Disclaimer: All rights reserved to Jeff Davis and MTV. This fanfiction on the other hand is entirely mine. No money is made with this, though reviews are more than welcomed.
Tags: m/m, Erica Lives, Boyd Lives, explicit intercourse, oral, Daddy Kink, mild D/s, m/f
Main Pairing: Chris/Stiles
Side Pairings: Scott/Allison, Boyd/Erica, Sheriff/Peter
Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Chris Argent, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Scott McCall, Allison Argent, Derek Hale, Peter Hale, Sheriff Noah Stilinski
Summary: Stiles knew why they had to hide their relationship. He did. But that didn’t stop him from wanting to be more than just Chris’ dirty little secret. Chris, meanwhile, is struggling with just how much he wants to kiss Stiles at any given time, but he too knows they have to hide. Or do they?
Dirty Little Secret
Mischief Mondays Series
Stiles gasped breathlessly as he was backed against the wall by Chris. The hunter’s eyes were dark, all predator who had his prey exactly where he wanted it. It made Stiles freeze and sent a thrill of arousal coursing through his veins. Swallowing hard, Stiles opened his mouth and slowly licked his lips. Those steel-blue eyes followed the movement with such intensity that even without words, Stiles knew exactly what Chris wanted. His own cock was pressing desperately against his jeans, because he wanted the same.
Just as Stiles wanted to move, Chris cupped his jaw, keeping him in place for another moment. Long enough to capture Stiles’ lips in a heated kiss that left Stiles all the more desperate. A soft whine escaped him when Chris pulled away and took a step back. Amusement danced in blue eyes, a knowing smirk spreading over his lips.
He rested one hand against the wall, next to Stiles’ head, and let his eyes drop, from making eye-contact with Stiles down to the floor. Stiles’ cock jerked at the silent command. He loved how completely in control Chris was – and how easy and comforting it was to give him that control.
It had been a fight at first, because Stiles was allergic to authority, but it turned out that all he needed was a hot older man willing to spank the defiance out of him and reward him with mind-blowing orgasms and mind-melting praise. There were few things Stiles wouldn’t do if the reward was a ‘good boy’ from Chris and the feeling of the man’s lips pressing soft kisses all over Stiles.
He had never felt this cherished or taken care of in his life. And he didn’t know what he’d do if he lost it again. The thought always twisted something in his stomach, made anxiety kick in. He tried to swallow it, distract himself by dropping on his knees in front of Chris. Tilting his head back, Stiles stared up at Chris from beneath his long lashes, mouth open, knowing how much Chris liked that visual in particular, because Chris kept telling him, over and over again. Because Chris always told him. Told him how good he was for Chris, how smart, how beautiful, how competent. With Chris, he felt seen in a way he had never before in his life, in a way that he had never really imagined he would ever be seen and it took his breath away.
Unzipping Chris’ pants, he pulled them down enough to free the man’s impressive and delicious cock. Stiles’ mouth watered at the sight. He licked his lips again, this time not to tease but out of pure hunger. He opened wide and leaned forward, wrapping his lips around Chris’ hard cock.
“God, your mouth,” Chris groaned lowly, leaning forward to rest his forehead against the wall. “I could stay in that soft, eager mouth of yours all day long, baby.”
Stiles hummed eagerly at that thought, his own cock twitching in his pants. He’d warmed Chris’ cock before in the past, sitting under Chris’ heavy desk in the man’s office while Chris worked, but with their busy lives they’d never gotten more than an hour of it. Thankfully, the desk had a closed back so nobody could see underneath it when entering the room. It still had nearly killed Stiles when Allison had unexpectedly walked in to ask her dad something. He had fully stopped breathing the entire time, nearly passing out from the fear of being discovered – and being discovered like that.
She’d be so disgusted and angry, she would totally hate him. And Chris would probably never touch him again, because Allison was his daughter, his only family left, his top priority, her disapproval would make Chris stop whatever it was they were doing. The fear of losing this had nearly sent him into a panic-attack under that desk that day.
“Easy, sugar,” Chris’ dark, soothing voice interrupted him. “You know I like to see you choke on my cock as much as you like choking on it, but let’s take some slow, deep breaths first, mh? We’re not in a rush here. Allison is out shopping with Erica and Lydia. That’s at least a five hour affair. The apartment is all ours, which means you’re all mine, kitten.”
A shudder wrecked Stiles at those words and that name. Among the honestly bafflingly long list of pet-names that Chris liked to use for him, Stiles was particularly weak for kitten. Taking a few deep breaths through his nose, Stiles started moving his head. He took it slow, at first, trying to calm his nerves and focus on the task at hand. Or the cock in his mouth, as it were.
“There we go,” Chris sighed pleased, his eyes on Stiles. “Look at you, you take my cock like you were made for it. Kitten’s favorite treat, mh?”
While still leaning against the wall with one forearm, Chris reached down with his free hand to gently card his fingers through Stiles’ hair. Stiles made a content purring noise at that, the vibration making Chris moan. Relaxing his throat the way Chris had taught him, Stiles took all of Chris in. His nose was buried in Chris’ pubes, his hands pawing at the man’s thighs. He knew Chris liked it when Stiles held still for a bit while he got Chris all the way down his throat.
“So good, you’re so good for me, baby boy,” Chris moaned, voice dark and hoarse with pleasure, his fingers curling into Stiles’ hair. “My perfect boy, made for this, made for me.”
Slowly, Stiles pulled off again and started bobbing his head faster, eager to make Chris come. He pressed the flat of his tongue to the underside of Chris’ cock while pulling off, then teased the slit when his lips were only just so around the tip of Chris’ cock, before sucking him in again, cheeks hollowed out. Chris gave him a symphony of moans and praise.
“Baby, I’m close,” Chris gasped, fingers tight in Stiles’ hair, urging him on. “Be good for Daddy and swallow it all, everything Daddy’s giving you, mh.”
Stiles keened softly and pulled off enough so Chris could spill in his mouth. He did his best to swallow, but spilled some down his chin. Reaching a hand up, he wiped it onto the back of his hand and then, without even thinking about it, started licking it. He startled when Chris laughed.
“You know that’s why I call you kitten, right?” Chris asked fondly. “You do that thing, like when a kitten’s grooming itself.”
Blinking, Stiles looked from Chris down to his hand that… he had just brought to his chin and was now licking. And okay, so that pet-name suddenly made more sense. Flushing brightly, Stiles continued licking his hand clean. And then he leaned forward to lick Chris’ cock clean, before getting up. Chris’ hands curled around Stiles’ hips to keep him in place.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty like this,” Chris murmured with dark eyes. “Lips red and shiny from sucking my cock, pupils blown and cheeks flushed. All eager for me.”
He dragged Stiles closer by his hips, but pushed one knee between Stiles’ legs. A desperate keening sound escaped Stiles when his achingly hard cock was dragged over Chris’ thigh. The hunter smirked at him before capturing his lips in a slow, deep kiss. During the kiss, his hands slipped around Stiles’ waist to cup his ass with both palms. Squeezing and kneading, encouraging Stiles to move on his own. Not that Stiles needed much encouragement. Sucking Chris off always left him desperate and in need of release.
“You gonna come like that, kitten?” Chris whispered against Stiles’ lips. “Just from rubbing yourself against Daddy? That all it’s gonna take to make you come apart, baby boy?”
“Yes,” Stiles’ voice cracked on that one word. “Please.”
Chris laughed, a deep and dark and rich sound that sent shivers down Stiles’ spine. And then Chris placed an encouraging but hard smack on his ass. That was all it took. Stiles’ hips stuttered and he whimpered softly as his orgasm overwhelmed him. Chris was quick to grab him by the waist again, steadying him and holding him through it, preventing him from just collapsing onto the floor.
“There you go, you did so good, doll,” Chris’ voice was so gentle and soft now. “So proud of you, so perfect for Daddy, Daddy’s good boy. Sh, c’mere, it’s okay, Daddy got you.”
Stiles closed his eyes and leaned forward against Chris, because he knew those weren’t empty words. He knew Chris got him. He knew he was perfectly safe and would be taken care of, as long as he was with Chris. It had taken months to learn that lesson, and Chris had to work hard to make Stiles understand it (which had involved a lot of restraints to make sure Stiles wouldn’t try to do all the work and would just lay back and let Daddy take care of him, as well as spankings and less pleasant types of punishments to discourage Stiles’ more self-destructive tendencies).
“Mh…?” Stiles mumbled sleepily when he blinked his eyes open again.
He must have dozed off because he was clean, in Chris’ bed, wearing one of Chris’ shirts. Which meant Chris had cleaned him up and tucked him in. Smiling pleased, Stiles curled together and snuggled into the soft bed, nose buried in the collar of the shirt to inhale that citrus pinewood scent that was so very soothing.
“With me again, baby?”
Stiles lifted his head and watched Chris enter the bedroom. The man was wearing nothing but sweatpants, chest bare and still a little wet from his shower. Taunt skin spanning over muscles from years of hard training, scars and tattoos littering his torso. Stiles licked his lips and his spent cock gave a valiant twitch at it. Chris snorted amused, knowing how to read Stiles.
“None of that now, sweet thing,” Chris walked over to his closet to get properly dressed. “I believe you had video game plans with Scott and Isaac. And I’m meeting with your father.”
Stiles couldn’t help the way his pulse jumped a little at that. Sure, he knew that Chris worked with the sheriff station, officially as a consultant. It still always made him nervous, because his dad was a damn good cop and what if there was like some Stiles traces left on Chris that Noah would pick up on and then he’d arrest – or shoot – Chris and ground Stiles for the rest of his natural life?
“Hey,” Chris whispered softly, cupping Stiles’ cheek. “None of that. We’re all good. Nobody knows what we do behind closed doors and nobody will, okay?”
It was meant in a reassuring manner, Stiles knew that. He also knew they had to hide whatever this was, because Chris was well over twice as old as him and Stiles was seventeen, so Chris could get into very real legal trouble. If he survived long enough for legal trouble, because all things Argent and underaged members of the Hale Pack considered – well, chances of either Peter or Derek ripping out his throat before he ever had a chance to plead his case were pretty high. Plus, Stiles was going to school with, and being friends with, Chris’ daughter. So that’d be embarrassing, humiliating and just overall not good if it came out either.
So Stiles knew exactly why they had to hide it. But he couldn’t help the twist in his gut at the promise that nobody would know. Because as much as Stiles knew they had to hide, he also… didn’t want to. He felt like he was Chris’ dirty little secret. The easy lay and rebound after his wife had died. The pretty little midlife crisis boy toy he could play with, without having to worry about any serious commitment like dates or anniversaries or anything like that.
When all Stiles wanted was what everyone around him seemed to have. The sweet little smiles and kisses Allison and Scott shared pretty much every time they were in the same room. The easy affection and intimacy that Boyd and Erica had developed, where she would just climb into his lap at any given opportunity because her boyfriend was big, strong and comfortable. The way Lydia and Jackson worked as one, from years of being together and knowing each other, certain in each other.
Stiles didn’t have any of that, didn’t get any of that. And why would he. Why should he. All of this had started because Stiles had freaked out about the virgin sacrifices and dying and then Chris offered – and it was good. It had been good for the both of them, so they both came back for more. More sex, that was. Because that was all there could be between them.
Stiles couldn’t get sweet kisses out in public, Stiles couldn’t climb into Chris’ lap during a pack meeting, Stiles couldn’t show just how well-aligned they were when out on a mission together because it would give away what they were doing.
And that needed to stay their dirty little secret. Nothing more.
/break\
Chris had never meant to fall in love with a boy three months younger than his daughter. But then he supposed it was hard to calculate for one Stiles Stilinski, was it? All their enemies seemed to fall victim to that too.
From the first time he had Stiles pinned against a wall in the hospital, he’d been captivated. It wasn’t love at first sight, but intrigue. That bravery, loyalty and fearlessness were mesmerizing, were the kind of traits that made an admirable hunter.
And it only got worse from thereon out, after Chris freed Stiles, Boyd and Erica from his basement, after Chris and Allison agreed together to change their family motto, their family’s legacy, and to do so by working with the pack.
Werewolves, specifically the Hale Pack, became a part of Chris’ life during the summer as they worked together to track down their shared enemy – because even if he hadn’t changed his ways, an Alpha Pack was the kind of threat he would not have just ignored.
Allison and Scott were dating, not necessarily with Chris’ blessing but with his begrudging acceptance (and by now, who was he to judge them at all? He regularly bent a seventeen year old over his desk and made the boy call him Daddy). Allison blossomed in her group of friends – Scott, Stiles, Lydia and Jackson. Two of those being werewolves. One of those being something alright, though they were still trying to figure out what exactly Lydia was. And Stiles.
It always seemed to come back to that boy, for Chris. And that damn boy was everywhere too. Of course he was at the sheriff station when Chris came to work there, at strategy meetings with the Hale Pack, having taken the role of Derek’s Right Hand officially at this point, when Chris would train the Betas of course did Chris get paired with the human boy, while the wolves matched up with each other and Allison took on teaching Lydia. Even in Chris’ own home, helping Allison with homework, or just hanging out – because somehow, Allison and Stiles had become friends. Perhaps for Scott’s sake, maybe bonded by the trauma of losing their mothers, maybe because Stiles wanted to help set Allison on the right path after what had happened.
And so Chris fell for the boy, over the months since the basement, over the summer, over working together and getting to know him. It was impossible not to, for Chris. So when Stiles had fretted about his virginity, proclaiming that the Darach was going to take him next – well, Chris took him first.
Chris was still amazed that Stiles let him. Wanted him. Came back for more. The more often they had sex, the more intense it got. Until one fateful afternoon, when a soft, whined ‘Daddy’ slipped out of Stiles’ lips and changed the game. Oh, that boy took so beautifully to being Chris’ boy. Such a defiant little brat who took his spankings as well as he took cock. Chris was completely enamored.
He couldn’t remember ever feeling that way about anyone before. He’d snuck around with boys in high school and before he’d married Victoria, but he never let himself get attached, knew what his father would do if he ever found out. And then he married Victoria. They’d… been friends, had a mutual understanding and they shared their love for Allison.
But Stiles? Chris wanted to drown in the boy’s eyes, he was filled with pride every time he could make Stiles smile, when Stiles had any kind of success – academically, in training, personal – all Chris wanted to do was scoop him up and kiss him breathless.
Chris’ favorite moments were when Stiles would exhaust himself so much during sex, he’d fall asleep. Because he trusted Chris that much, to be that vulnerable around him, to let Chris take care of him. And when Stiles would wake up again, in Chris’ bed, for just a brief moment, Chris got to pretend that this was just a normal day. Waking up next to Stiles, getting to see those sleepy, warm honey-eyes smile at him in greeting.
Not that Chris could have that. He should be glad to have what he got. To have Stiles willingly submit to him, open up to him, let Chris do even half the things they did together, was more than he deserved. More than he could have hoped for.
He knew they had to hide what they shared, knew the idea of taking Stiles out on dates or having the boy cuddle up to him during a pack meeting or even just getting to wake up in the morning with Stiles after his boy spent the night, those were things he couldn’t have.
Stiles’ age had never been an issue for Chris; Chris had grown up in France, spent the majority of his life there and had only recently moved to the states. He’d slept with seventeen year old boys perfectly legally in France and thought the age of consent to be an arbitrary number. Stiles himself had already been through so much, he was more mature than many of the adults Chris knew.
But Chris knew it was an issue for Stiles. Because Stiles’ father was the sheriff and Stiles cared deeply about his father. If the man condemned them, judged Stiles for it, it’d break something in the boy. The same went for the Hale Pack. Stiles had been alone for so long, Scott being the only friend he had. Chris knew how much Stiles loved the pack and his place in it. The Hales would never understand this, might make Stiles chose between them and Chris – an easy choice, Chris knew, and it would break something in Chris to lose his boy like that. The judgment or disgust from his peers, his friends, would hurt the boy so much and Chris had worked so hard to build Stiles up.
Chris would never risk hurting Stiles, so what they had needed to stay a secret. Regardless of how much Chris wanted it to be more.
/break\
Allison felt like she was playing 3D chess. Or what she assumed playing 3D chess to feel like. Ironically, she was pretty sure Stiles would be able to explain it to her and maybe even be excited to play with her. Ironically because she was playing her metaphorical 3D chess with Stiles, among others.
Sneaking her own boyfriend in and out of the house was already hard enough when said boyfriend was a slightly clumsy wolf (it was okay, Scott was still getting the hang of all the things his body could do so very easily, after having been limited not just by being human but by his asthma for all his life) and when her watchful father was a trained hunter who was always vigilant.
It was made much more complicated by the fact that Allison had to coordinate her own boyfriend’s comings and goings with her father’s boyfriend’s comings and goings – without Scott, Chris or Stiles noticing anything about that. For obvious reasons could her dad not know that Scott was sneaking in and out of her bedroom – he may be okay with the relationship now but he definitely wasn’t okay with his darling daughter having sex.
And Scott and Stiles weren’t allowed to run into each other because, well, Allison wasn’t entirely sure why Stiles was keeping it a secret but she was sure he had his reasons. And it should be his decision when and how to tell Scott, especially since Allison wasn’t entirely sure if Stiles had come out to anyone. She was not going to be implicit in any way in outing Stiles on the rooftop of her own house because Stiles and Scott were sneaking around at the same time. It was Stiles’ to tell whenever he was comfortable with it.
She just kind of wished he’d finally get comfortable with it and get on with it. Because she was not exactly a fan of the kind of planning she had to do to sneak around. And also because she thought that this was getting absolutely ridiculous, to be quite frank.
“You kids had fun at the movies?” Chris asked while handing a plate of food to Allison.
Allison started giggling at that question, shooting Stiles a look. Stiles just groaned and slumped forward onto the dining table, burying his face in his arms. At that reaction, Chris’ attention was immediately drawn to Stiles, all concerned and so unfathomably soft. All her life, Allison had never seen her father look at her mother that way. It was so painfully obvious how much he loved Stiles, in every interaction between them.
“Movie sucked,” Stiles grumbled grumpily.
“I dunno, I liked it,” Scott shrugged. “Ryan Reynolds was fun. You like Ryan Reynolds.”
“I think Ryan Reynolds is hot,” Stiles corrected him and tilted his head to shoot Scott a glare. “I do not think that Ryan Reynolds is a good Hal Jordan.”
Allison covered her mouth to keep from giggling further. On Stiles’ other side, Erica made an agreeing noise and slumped against him, a similar pout on her lips. It was still very, very tentative, but Allison and Erica were slowly becoming friends, at large thanks to Stiles, but also Lydia. Lydia had made the executive decision that, as the only girls surrounded by boys, the three of them had to bond and had enforced shopping trips and even a spa-weekend. After Allison had apologized and started going to therapy, things had gone… better than expected. The fact that both Allison and Erica cared deeply about Stiles had helped bring them closer.
“The CGI was really bad,” Boyd offered, for Chris’ benefit, while wrapping one arm around his girlfriend. “I don’t know enough about Green Lantern to judge anything else. But the CGI was really bad.”
“There’s gonna be a new Batman movie next year,” Erica muttered and snuggled up to Boyd. “Maybe that’ll be better?”
Stiles groaned and stretched long. “I am afraid to get my hopes up.”
Chris placed more filled plates on the table himself and while doing so, ran a gentle hand down Stiles’ spine. A subtle movement that was missed by the majority at the dining table. Not by Allison. Her eyes softened as she watched the way Stiles leaned into the touch, and the general casualty in which Chris had acted. She really hoped they’d figure out soon how to tell everyone, because it just wasn’t getting more subtle.
“I vote that me and Boyd pick the next movie,” Allison chimed in with a smile. “Action movie?”
“Action movie,” Boyd nodded amused.
“And maybe this time, you could bring a date too?” Scott suggested, nudging Stiles slightly.
Stiles tensed at that and looked up. “Uhm. Nah, Scotty, I’m good fifth wheeling you guys.”
“You sure?” Scott frowned. “I know things with Lydia ended… awkwardly-“
“That is such a nice way of describing her ex coming back to life and them reuniting in an epic, curse-breaking kiss,” Erica interjected dryly.
“-and that you may need some more time, but, like, you deserve to have a special someone too, Stiles,” Scott continued, like Erica hadn’t even spoken.
Allison looked at Scott in bafflement and just shook her head. Damn, Allison loved Scott, a lot, but sometimes things really went past him, huh. Smiling sweetly at Scott, she kissed his cheek before turning to her father, who sat stiff and wary like he was holding his breath for Stiles to agree to dating someone else.
“Maybe you could come with us too, papa,” Allison suggested innocently. “I know you love a good action movie and you should get out of the house more, doing fun things that aren’t related to hunting. Plus, Stiles wouldn’t be left alone while we’re being couple-y.”
It was subtle, but there was definitely a blush on her father’s cheeks. Oh, he was so down bad for Stiles, it was absolutely endearing.
/break\
Peter glowered at the window, through which he could hear the tell-tale sounds. “He’s sneaking in again.”
“Mhmh,” Noah muttered sleepily and rolled over. “That’s nice, dear.”
Peter shot his lover a glare. “Your son is sneaking into his bedroom at three AM on a school night.”
“And I had a late shift and have an early shift tomorrow. I’d like to sleep right now,” Noah muttered, pulling the blanket up.
Just out of spite did Peter pull the blanket down. “I don’t understand why you’re not saying anything. You’re the sheriff. He’s seventeen. Beacon Hills at night is dangerous.”
At the loss of his blanket, Noah heaved a sigh and looked up, clearly realizing that he was not allowed to continue sleeping. Peter fixated him with a look. Noah slowly sat up and yawned.
“The glasshouse, Peter,” Noah reminded him. “The one we’re currently sitting in.”
He rested a gentle hand on Peter’s thigh and the light from the street-lamp caught on Noah’s wedding band. Peter’s jaw tightened at that. So perhaps Peter had snuck into this house himself. Repeatedly. And maybe they were hiding their own relationship, but at least they had a good reason for it.
Noah was afraid how Stiles would take the fact that he had moved on from Stiles’ mother, at all. Much less with the formerly feral, formerly insane werewolf who Stiles and his friends had killed in the past. But Peter was better now! He even accepted his role as Derek’s Left Hand with only a minimal amount of snarky barbs aimed at his nephew! And him and Stiles were actually getting along quite well, they strategized well together, worked together as Derek’s Left and Right Hand. Which might be why Peter was so irritated right now. Though he’d always liked Stiles – liked the clever boy with Claudia’s honey-whiskey eyes and Noah’s deductive mind.
“Look,” Noah’s voice gentled and he reached out to take Peter’s hand. “Things between Stiles and me have been… rocky, these past months. We finally moved past the werewolf lies. He’s finally learning to trust me again. I want him to come to me, on his own, about this.”
“And you’re not the least bit concerned that the man is more than twice his age?” Peter hissed lowly.
“Of course would I prefer if my son was dating someone his own age,” Noah shot him a look. “But both you and Claudia are younger than me. Claudia was Stiles’ age when we got together and I was… old enough to get in the same kinda legal trouble as Argent, if Claudia’s father had decided to have me arrested. As long as my son seems happy, I won’t interfere. The moment this man hurts Stiles, he will wish he’d never set foot into my town.”
Noah’s eyes and voice darkened at that promise and it sent a thrill of arousal and desire through Peter’s entire body. His lover was all protective Alpha wolf in that moment, regardless of how human he was, and Peter didn’t resist the urge to pull him into a slow, deep kiss.
“Can we go back to bed now, please?” Noah asked against Peter’s lips, causing Peter to nod briefly.
/break\
Derek was doing rather well as Alpha now. Or at least he liked to think so. Mostly, he liked to think so because Stiles kept telling him while patting him on the back. He knew a lot of it was thanks to the snarky, resilient human. That was why he had chosen Stiles as his Right Hand, his second in command. Stiles had saved his life multiple times now, had shown his loyalty to the Hale Pack – and he was really good at wrangling Peter, a task that Derek liked to outsource.
Stiles was important to Derek. Stiles wasn’t just an important part of the pack, but against better judgment, Derek had grown… attached to the sarcastic little shit who’d made his life so much harder for months.
So when Stiles had come to a pack meeting for the first time, smelling like Argent and sex, Derek had been two seconds from wolfing out and tearing Chris Argent apart. After everything that Kate had done to Derek, that his entire family had done to Derek’s pack – but before he had a chance to do so had the pack been thrown into another hunt for another monster of the week (as Stiles called their smaller threats, and the entire pack had adapted that from him). The Argents had joined them during the fight and Derek saw the way Chris constantly put himself between Stiles and the beast, Derek saw the concern in Chris’ eyes when Stiles had gotten hurt regardless, Derek saw the gentleness with which Chris touched Stiles as he inspected and bandaged the injury.
So Derek swallowed his gut-reaction and watched them cautiously. The longer he watched, the more obvious it became that Chris cared deeply about Stiles and the more obvious that became, the more Derek found himself trusting Chris and relying on him.
Lately, Stiles’ chemo-signals were all over the place though. He ping-ponged between happy, content, sated and sad, upset, in pain. It was confusing. Stiles, in general, was very confusing because the boy’s ADHD and anxiety combined caused his thoughts to jump ten steps in a second so the wolves were all very used to getting whiplash from Stiles’ chemo-signals. But these particular mood-swings all seemed to be related to Argent, so Derek, as Stiles’ Alpha, saw the need to speak up.
He really hated speaking up. The Hales, in general, had never been all that good at talking about their feelings, and all the loss had only made this harder for Derek.
“Stiles,” Derek growled softly and looked up. “Stay?”
The teens were either packing or had already left, Stiles and Scott the last ones. Stiles shot him a confused look before shrugging at Scott. After giving Stiles a pat on the back, Scott left.
“Wha—at’s up, Sourwolf?” Stiles walked over to sit next to him.
“What did Argent do?” Derek asked, choosing the direct approach.
“What?” Stiles immediately tensed, guard up. “Aside from be a badass and save all our butts today?”
Stiles laughed but it was forced and there was that bitter, weird scent again. “You smell strange, lately. He makes you sad. I want… I need to know why he makes you sad, Stiles. As your Alpha.”
Stiles frowned at that. “I… don’t know what you mean.”
“He… seemed to make you happy,” Derek offered cautiously. “But lately, you don’t seem happy. And I need to know if he… if he did anything. To you. I thought he was different than his sister, because he seems to genuinely care about you, but now…”
With a sharp intake of breath, Stiles’ eyes widened. “Chris is not like Kate! Chris is not manipulating or using me or anything, I swear! This isn’t like her and you! At all! Wait why do you even know about this?”
Now it was Derek’s turn to make a face. “We’re werewolves, Stiles. You are covered in his scent, in a way you’d only be by spending a lot of time with him… in an intimate manner.”
Stiles’ face went so red, he looked ready to pass out. “…And… And you all can… smell that? Have been able to smell that this entire time? I’ve been showering like five times after every time we had sex!”
Derek’s eyes softened a little. “This kind of thing goes deeper. It’s not just a scent that clings onto you that you can wash off. Your scents are mingled. And then there are the chemo-signals. Which… have changed recently. Why have they changed? What happened?”
“Nothing,” Stiles shrugged and stuffed his hands into his pockets, earning a disbelieving look from Derek. “I don’t know. Maybe I was more okay with hiding it and with it just being sex in the beginning. Maybe… Maybe I want more. I really want more.”
Stiles looked up at him and blinked, eyes wet. Derek heaved a sigh and reluctantly pulled Stiles into a hug. It took a moment but then the boy was clinging onto him and sniffing a little.
“I don’t want to be some dirty little secret he has to hide. I want what everyone else gets to have.”
“Then take it,” Derek suggested bluntly. “Like I said, the whole pack knows. Yes, even Scott.”
“…Scott keeps trying to make me go on dates,” Stiles argued doubtfully.
“Scott is trying to make Chris jealous so he’ll man up and do something about the way you smell,” Derek snorted softly. “For the record, Boyd and I thought that was a horrible plan.”
Stiles made a soft, curious noise and Derek continued. “So, there is no reason for you to hide, not when you’re with pack, at least. Okay?”
After a moment’s reluctance, Stiles nodded and Derek offered what was hopefully a reassuring smile.
/break\
“They know,” Stiles blurted out wide-eyed as soon as he stumbled into the Argent home. “They all know, the entire pack knows, because they can smell—Allison, hello, why are you here?”
Stiles froze in the doorway, staring at Chris and Allison, the latter whom smiled at him. “I… live here.”
“Yes, well, I thought you left with Lydia! I thought-“
“Stiles, calm down,” Allison sighed and got up to walk over to him. “I know too.”
“What,” Chris and Stiles asked, at the same time, equally shocked.
Allison shot her father a look. “You taught me to be observant of my surroundings. I’ve known for months. And I’m okay with it. As long as it makes both of you happy. The same goes for the pack, you know. And now I’ll actually go to Lydia, so you two can talk about this.”
She kissed Stiles’ cheek on the way out, leaving the boy baffled and in the middle of the living room, alone with Chris. His cheeks turned dark red and he looked at Chris a little unsure.
“The pack knows?” Chris asked, voice low and face unreadable.
Stiles fidgeted nervously, nodding. “I… uhm… Derek… Derek said that they’re… okay with it. If we… That we can… do stuff. Like… couple-y stuff… in front of the pack,” Stiles sucked in a breath, eyes widening when Chris got up. “I mean, not like you would want to do couple-y stuff with me, or in front of the pack! I know this is just sex, I’m not asking for more-“
“But I am,” Chris interrupted him and crowded him against the wall, causing Stiles’ breath to hitch. “I am. I was trying to hide this because I was worried about you, baby. About your friends’ judgment, about the wolves’ judgment. But if they’re okay with it, I don’t see why I shouldn’t take what’s mine.”
He cupped Stiles’ neck and pulled him into a slow kiss. The longer the kiss lasted, the more Stiles relaxed into it. His fingers curled into Chris’ shirt as he held onto him.
“I… are you sure?” Stiles asked, voice uncertain. “I might be clingy and I might want kisses, in front of like your daughter.”
“She just said that she’s okay with it,” Chris whispered against Stiles’ lips. “So if she’s okay, and if I have to watch her and Scott kiss, she’ll be fine watching me kiss my boyfriend.”
Stiles bit his lip hard to suppress the smile. “Boyfriend?”
“If… that’s what you want to be,” Chris offered cautiously. “Baby, I want you to stay the night, I want to fall asleep with you in my arms and make you breakfast in the morning. I want to be able to kiss you breathless after you did another brave, brilliant thing for the pack. I want to pull you into my lap during pack nights because holding you may make the empty movies easier to bear. I want you, that’s all I want. I want you. Because I… I love you. And maybe I should have told you sooner – clearly I should have told you sooner – but I wasn’t sure where you stood either and-“
“I love you too,” Stiles blurted out and buried his face in Chris’ neck. “I love you so much that it like physically hurts when I can’t touch you when I want to.”
A small smile spread over Chris’ lips as he hugged his boy close. “Well then, it’s a good thing you can, now.”
/break\
Stiles was in the middle of a heated argument about Batwoman with Erica when Chris just snatched him around the waist and pulled him into his lap. The argument paused for only a second and for that very second, the room was quiet and tense too, like the wolves were all waiting for Stiles’ reaction. And then the boy wrapped his legs around Chris’ waist and turned toward Erica and just continued his argument, after quickly pecking Chris’ lips. Erica took the seat next to Chris, pulling her own boyfriend along with her, and the room eased.
Well. Most of the room. There was a low, threatening growl vibrating in Peter’s chest, but Chris had gotten remarkably good at ignoring the wolf. It helped that the sheriff smacked Peter’s chest and shot him a glare to make him stop.
Turned out the sheriff had known about them too. Because he was the sheriff – ‘and a damn good one, even if everyone here seems to be underestimating me’, as Noah had put it. In a flustered and stilted conversation, Stiles and Noah admitted to their respective secret boyfriends. It was awkward. It continued being awkward for days.
Chris wrapped one arm around Stiles’ waist and cupped his boy’s face with the other, redirecting him so he could kiss him. There was a noise of protest, but it didn’t come from Stiles.
“Hey, no distracting him when I am in the middle of winning the argument,” Erica complained.
“Winning the argument?” Stiles immediately tore himself away from the kiss to stare at her in bafflement. “How could you possibly win this argument? Cass Cain is the superior potential future Batwoman, not Steph!”
“Bull-shit,” Erica huffed indignantly. “It’s about Stephanie’s growth, how far she had come. Cass is already a part of the family, Bruce adopted her, she’s been Babs’ protégé for much longer. If anything, Cass deserves to step away from the name and pressure! Make a name wholly for herself! Steph, on the other hand, has this journey of coming closer and-“
Chris tuned the argument at hand out and instead just focused on Stiles. He smiled, unfathomably soft, as he watched his boy. The passion and indignity as he argued with his friend. How comfortable he looked on Chris’ lap. Chris couldn’t resist kissing him again. He rested his hands on Stiles’ hip and pulled Stiles closer, close enough to kiss him again, cutting off whatever argument Stiles was about to make. The boy hummed pleased into his mouth, holding onto him.
“At least we have finally found an effective method to shut Stilinski up,” Jackson muttered softly.
Without breaking his kiss with Chris, Stiles flipped Jackson off with both hands. God, Chris adored that boy. He didn’t know how he had gone a single day without kissing Stiles.
~*~ The End ~*~