The horror of another Halinski [5/?]
Title: The horror of another Halinski
Pairings: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski (established relationship), Peter Hale/Sheriff Stilinski, Scott McCall/Isaac Lahey
Rating: R
Word count: 5,372
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters.
Warning: underage
Summary: Stiles doesn’t take the news well of his father dating the most dangerous guy in town.
Previously in ‘The horror of another Halinski’…
Stiles had found out just how serious his dad was about dating Peter when he had been doing squats and had refused to have butter for the rest of the week. His day had only gotten worse as he realized that his dad’s ‘friend’ who was looking for a photographer was actually Peter and that Derek had gotten an offer to be his main model. He hadn’t wanted to even consider the offer, but Derek had asked him to give it a try since Peter had become a solid part of his and the sheriff’s lives. Then Stiles had enjoyed a heart-to-heart with his boyfriend before Derek had let him draw the periodic table on his body.
Meanwhile, Isaac had decided to go to the Jungle with Danny to get some kissing practice, encouraged by the fact that Scott thought that he had killer abs.
“I’m definitely gay.” Isaac took the seat next to Stiles in the classroom. “And, not just for Scott.”
“Good morning to you too, Abs. I guess it’s never too early to have a gay talk. I take it that you roamed freely in the Jungle last night?”
“Yeah, it was awesome. I didn’t kiss anyone, but a couple of guys kept buying me sodas and I drank them all until I got a funny feeling in my nose.”
Stiles laughed and beeped the werewolf’s nose. “Hey, I wanted to talk to you about Scott. You know it’s the full moon on Saturday.”
“Yeah, I’ll have to stay chained two days before the finals. Great.” Isaac groaned. During the last full moon, he had found out that he had lost control of his shifting. Derek and Peter had suspected that it was because of the trauma of seeing his fellow betas die. He just hoped that it was temporary and that he wouldn’t become a bigger burden to his Alpha.
“See, I was taking a shower this morning, a really nice and long shower, when it hit me.” Stiles gave him a wicked grin. “I think I can get Scott to play the nurse for you. Maybe I can even put him in a little nurse outfit if you’re into that kind of thing.”
“But I don’t want him to see me when I’m weak!”
“But he has a thing for helpless softies in pain! That’s how he met Allison. She hit a dog with her car and thought she had killed it. Then she cried all over him and got herself a boyfriend.”
“So you want me to cry all over him in my wolf form? Wouldn’t that make me look extra ugly?” Isaac winced.
“Who says you’re ugly? I don’t think you guys are ugly when you shift.”
Isaac shrugged. “Maybe it doesn’t matter which form I’m in. My dad used to say I’m ugly when I cry.”
“Aww…” Stiles squeezed his heart. “Make sure you tell Scott about this when you cry on his shoulder. That should seal the deal.”
“So what’s the plan?” Isaac checked the door to make sure that Scott hadn’t arrived yet.
“Ah, the last time we had this talk, Isaac, it didn’t go very well.” Stiles thought about the movie gathering at Scott’s place. “But thankfully, you don’t have to remember anything this time. Except for telling that ugly crying story, of course.”
“What’s. The. Plan.” Isaac frowned. Stiles should know better than to try his patience a few days before the full moon.
“The plan is to invite him over to your new room at Derek’s. Hmm, I think we should let Derek do the talking to make it sound like there’s no other way to help you. You’re moving in today, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. So the two of you will bond over the agony of having to study, when you could be rubbing your legs against each other, until you can’t ignore the moon anymore. Then we’ll have him tie you to the bed and look after you all night. And, by the time dawn crawls in through the window, you’ll be a werewolf couple in bliss.” Stiles liked how poetic he sounded.
“But what if I attack him?” Isaac bit his nails. “I know he can fight back but it wouldn’t make me look good.”
“Then you can enjoy a friendly wrestling! Just try not to spill any blood on the floor. Derek seems really protective of his reborn house.”
“What if I scratch his new walls?” Isaac got worried. Getting the bite from Derek and joining this little pack was the best thing that had happened to him. He didn’t want to disappoint his Alpha any more than he already had. It was bad enough that he had needed help with his nightmares and couldn’t control his shifting.
“Maybe we can get you some scratching boards.”
“Scratching boards? I’m not a weak, little cat!”
“Haha, is Stiles treating you like a kitten?” Scott appeared with his usual bright face. “You can scratch me instead. I’ll heal.”
Isaac immediately pictured himself scratching Scott’s bare back in bed. He wondered what kind of moans would leave Scott’s mouth and whether they would be different every time. He wanted to wonder about many other details as well, but he was in school and didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of the other werewolf.
“So you’re having claw problems?” Scott thought that it was cute to see Isaac having small werewolf issues. He remembered him looking like an eager puppy when he had been sniffing his keys.
“Uh, not really. We were just talking about precautions.” Isaac didn’t want to add anything new to the list of the things that he was incapable of doing, no matter how hard Stiles kicked him in the leg.
“It’s okay. I get it. Oh, man, I don’t even know how many sheets I’ve shredded so far. I’m kinda glad mom knows about me now. I don’t have to go to the mall for new sheets and get those weird glances anymore.”
“You tear your sheets? I thought you had perfect control.” Isaac was surprised and slightly relieved that even great werewolves like Scott also had moments of weakness.
“I wouldn’t call it perfect. Sometimes I get these really vivid dreams and my body arches off the bed, and I apparently claw my sheets to stay down.”
Isaac wanted to ask him to describe his dreams in excruciating detail, but the teacher chose that moment to rush into the classroom, muttering countless apologies. He tried not to be too disappointed and nodded when he saw Stiles mouth ‘Full moon’. He would get to spend plenty of hours with Scott if things went as planned.
‘Hmm, I should start thinking about my room.’ If Scott was going to come over, he would have to pay extra attention to the decoration.
‘Do I get curtains or blinds? What about bed covers? And, pillow covers? Do I go with something classy like mulberry silk or something more fun? Maybe I can ask for Peter’s advice since he’s the fashion expert. Or maybe he can even make me my own covers.’
Isaac doodled some ideas on his notebook before it hit him again. ‘Yep, I’m definitely gay.’
That afternoon, Stiles was standing in front of the Hale house to keep his promise to his boyfriend. His face showed solemn determination as he looked down on the house. He knew that his foe was aware of his arrival; he just wanted to make him wait.
‘Maybe I should’ve brought a lawyer with me. Where’s Harvey Specter when you need him.’ He kicked a stone out of his way, pretending that it was Peter.
Nobody would believe him but he had actually been trying to tolerate the bad werewolf because of the positive influence that he had on his dad. His old man had a twinkle in his eyes that made him look young and happy, and he had even decided to stay away from his beloved butter -which was no easy achievement if his past failures were anything to go by. But now that he was facing the house where the werewolf lived, it was difficult to control his negative emotions towards him.
“What are you doing out there?” Derek’s head appeared through a window. “It’s hot. Come on in. Peter’s been waiting for you.”
“Serves him right.” Stiles muttered and strode through the front door. The top of his head was getting a little hot and he liked to think that he was capable of showing mercy to his enemy.
As soon as he walked in, he could see that Isaac and Derek were busy moving Isaac’s stuff from the foyer to the second floor. Then he saw the unpleasant man climb down the stairs. Of course, the bastard had to make him look up at him.
“Stiles.”
“Peter.” He puffed out his chest and tried to look like an Alpha.
“If you’re going to work for me, I’d prefer ‘Mr. Hale.’”
“We’re already on a first-name basis, Peter. I think it’s kinda lame to go back.”
“It’s called being professional, Mr. Stilinski. Oh, but wait. That’s your dad, whom I’m taking to dinner tonight in my brand new car.”
“You don’t have to tell me every time you go out with him. He’s a big boy.” Stiles gripped the strap of his camera bag.
“I don’t? But then how would you know when to put on a wig and follow us around like a weasel? And, I certainly hope he’s a big boy.” Peter grinned mischievously.
“Stiles, catch.” Derek threw him a can of Fanta, hoping that it would remind him why he was here.
Stiles opened the can and took a swig. He needed to calm down; Peter was just being his irritating self. Besides, Danny had asked to put in a good word for him and see if Peter could give him a shot at managing his website. He had wanted to keep Danny out of the mess, but he had been powerless against those sad cow eyes.
“I’d like to see my contract.” Stiles took a seat on the couch.
“A contract? I pay you more than I probably should when you take useful pictures for me. Is that too difficult to understand?” Peter sat on the other side of the coffee table.
“I thought you wanted to be professional. I demand an official contract.”
“It’s just a summer job, Stiles. And, we already have a verbal contract. Since you’re still a child, I talked to your father. I gave him my words that I’ll tolerate your behavior at a great personal expense and he told me you were eternally grateful and would do your best to please me.”
“I only said that because I didn’t know you were my boss! And, who says I’m a child? I’m turning eighteen in a few months!”
“Is there a difference?” Peter made a fake confused face.
“Aren’t you going to do something?” Isaac asked Derek as he lifted one side of the bookshelf. “Shouldn’t you try to stop them?”
“Why would I want to do that? It makes for a good soap. Better than anything I’ve seen on TV.” Derek climbed the stairs backwards, holding the other side of the bookshelf.
“But I thought you wanted them to get along.”
“They’re boys. They’ll fight it out.”
Isaac threw a worried look at the two before deciding to use this opportunity to have a private talk with his Alpha. “Thanks for doing this. I don’t have any close relatives and it would’ve been ridiculous to go into foster care at my age.”
“No problem. You’re my responsibility.”
They entered the room and carefully put the bookshelf in place.
“Still, I wanted to thank you.” Isaac gave Derek an awkward yet heartful smile. “I don’t think all Alphas would take such good care of their betas.”
“Try not to have high expectations. My goal is very low: do better than Peter.”
They shared a short laugh until they heard Peter yell Stiles’ name. The werewolves rushed out of the room and looked downstairs. It seemed like Stiles had poured his Fanta all over Peter’s new fabric that was in a shopping bag on the coffee table. It was supposed to be made into the sheriff’s swimming trunks.
“Woops, sorry. Dad mentioned you’d forgive me even if I made a few mistakes. I guess this is one of them.” Stiles made a fake sorry face.
Derek took a look at the mess. But he lost interest as soon as he saw that the sticky liquid hadn’t hit the floor. He only saw then that his uncle was giving him an exasperated look. “What? You hired him.”
Peter huffed and faced his new pain in the ass. “I guess this gives me an excuse to buy more fabric for matching swimming trunks. Oh, wait. I can just buy the same amount and make matching Speedos.”
Stiles was about to launch into the most threatening speech of his life when he heard Derek clear his throat. ‘Right, right. I’m not here to fight. Why do I keep forgetting this? Let’s think about something distracting, something that will make me lose my tongue. Err… Gallium, Germanium, Arsenic, Selenium, Penis, Penis, Penis…’
He stopped memorizing his favorite part of the periodic table when he noticed that the werewolves were looking at him with incredulous and uncomfortable eyes.
“Don’t tell me you’re picturing my nephew in a pair of Speedos.” Peter rolled his eyes. “But then, maybe I should sell Speedos too. And, maybe throw in some body shots of the model every once in a while.” He pulled out a small notebook from his pocket and jotted it down. His business was going to be so successful.
“Don’t get any ideas, Peter. I’m not posing in Speedos.” Derek grunted.
“Why not?” Stiles and Peter asked in unison. Perhaps this was the common ground that they were supposed to find.
“I’m not even going to answer that.” Derek came down the stairs and picked up Isaac’s desk chair with one hand before throwing it upstairs. Luckily for the chair, its owner caught it quite smoothly.
“Now don’t let it out on your beta.” Peter clicked his tongue. “That’s not how an Alpha takes care of his pack.”
“I was testing his reflexes. He’s gotten better.”
Stiles coughed. He had seen Scott catch a flying arrow from a very close distance even when he had his back to it. He was fully aware that Scott performed werewolf tricks better than Isaac and that Isaac was having issues at the moment, but the way he saw it, Derek was bonding with his beta. He wanted to have fun too, throwing and catching furniture with his boyfriend. Twisting his lips, he faced his boss with a forced smile.
Peter folded his arms and gave him a wary look. “Just say whatever you have to say, so we can move on to the camera test. You should know that as a fashion designer, I must be in my workroom the moment inspiration hits me. I want to show your dad a few sketches when he comes in tomorrow.”
Stiles gritted his teeth but nodded like a good employee who only plotted his boss’ murder in his mind. “I have a business proposal.”
Derek tuned out as he figured that the two were going to be fine for now. Stiles had mentioned that Danny was looking forward to working for Peter.
“Come on, Isaac. Let’s get this over with.” Derek tossed the desk lamp and the night lamp to his beta. He wanted Isaac to get settled in as soon as possible so that he could start studying. No beta of his was going to fail a class in a regular high school. ‘Perhaps Scott isn’t meant to be in my pack after all.’
As Isaac went inside his room with the lamps, he was forced to turn his attention back to the duo. He could sense trouble coming his way.
“Tell you what. I’ll hire your friend if you get Derek to pose in Speedos.”
“Deal.”
Derek groaned. He couldn’t believe that they were shaking hands over his fate when he was standing right there.
“I thought I made myself clear.” He towered over his boyfriend who was opening his camera bag.
“You did. But think about poor Danny boy.” Stiles imitated Danny’s sad yet hopeful eyes.
“Not my pack.” Derek picked up the empty can of Fanta and slammed it into the wastebasket.
“Aww, don’t be like that. And, why the hale would you be reluctant to pose in Speedos? I’m known to have an eye for these things, Derek, and you look better than the pros! I bet God keeps a picture of you on his worktable and sobs into it whenever he realizes he could never top his best creation again. Or maybe it’s a werewolf thing? Do you have this irresistible urge to lie low and protect yourself from overzealous fanboys?” Stiles eyed Derek’s crotch, picturing him in a pair of indecent Speedos. He could totally use a second can of Fanta.
“I don’t see the point of lying low, Stiles. I’m apparently going out with one of those overzealous fanboys.” Derek smirked.
“Can you annoying lovecocks peck each other on your own time?” Peter gave them a disapproving look. “Some people have work to do and they’re werewolves, not vampires, so their time is quite limited.”
He gestured for the two to follow him for a camera test. He could hear Stiles giving his nephew a peck on the cheek and Derek squeezing his backside in return. Shaking his head in sheer frustration, he quickened his steps. One day when he became a famous fashion guru, he would write about his hassles in his autobiography and become even more famous.
Later that evening, Peter was in a much better mood. He was far away from all his troubles and was having dinner with his date. He had checked twice but there had been no sign of the two rascals or a werewolf who was sickeningly loyal to his Alpha’s boyfriend.
“What about this one?” The sheriff imitated yet another dwarf from ‘The Hobbit’, relying on his hands, facial muscles, and talent.
“Hahaha, yes, I can also see which one that is. You really captured his soul!” The werewolf burst into fake laughter, proud that he was such a great actor. No other man could’ve laughed as convincingly as he did. He had no idea who the sheriff was supposed to be, but the pour soul was trying so hard.
He wanted to think that he couldn’t find this moment funny because he didn’t know any of the characters. Who could blame him? He didn’t like books and hadn’t had time to catch the movie; he had been busy getting burned, recovering, and getting revenge. But unfortunately, Stiles had done similar imitations earlier and all three werewolves had had a good time. They had been pretty hilarious by themselves.
The sheriff smiled with satisfaction as Peter erupted into another fit of laughter. It had been a great idea to try his son’s most recent repertoires. He had laughed so hard when Stiles had first done them. It was even more fulfilling to put a huge smile on Peter’s face if he thought about all the things that he had gone through; his date was a gay werewolf whose family had been brutally murdered while he was burning to the bones.
“Let me show you another one. This one’s trickier.” He quickly offered. He didn’t want the werewolf to pick up on his emotions. Peter didn’t strike him as the type to tolerate getting sympathized.
Peter flinched at the unnecessarily kind offer. Another one? Hadn’t he sat through a whole bunch of dwarfs already? Surely the sheriff wasn’t planning on showing him all of them? “You’ll have to refresh my memory. I haven’t caught the movie yet and that book’s so old. I can’t seem to remember how many dwarfs there were.”
“Thirteen! Would you like to see them all? Although I have to warn you that I’m not as experienced as my son when it comes to these things.”
“Is that so? Who would’ve guessed?” Peter put up another Oscar-winning performance. Had dating always been this hard on the face? He either forgot what it was like or the sheriff appealed to him more than he had thought. He couldn’t imagine himself putting this much effort into anyone else.
As the sheriff put him through another ordeal, he tried to keep his smile relaxed by picturing how things could go down in his workroom tomorrow. He didn’t want to rush the sheriff into anything that he didn’t feel comfortable with, but Derek had made him a sturdy worktable that needed to be christened.
“Excuse me, sirs, your main dishes for the evening.” The waitress saved Peter who made a mental note to tip her generously on their way out.
The sheriff swiftly abandoned the entertainment and picked up his knife and fork. Decent imitations required a lot of energy. “Listen, Peter. I want you to know how glad I am to hear that you and Stiles are giving each other another chance. It means a lot more to me than either of you might think.” He added a gentle smile, his eyes crinkling.
Peter bit the inside of his mouth as he smiled back awkwardly. He was having a hard time figuring out if talking about emotions was any better than suffering from questionable imitations. But he quickly decided that it was, since there was no way that he could’ve handled all thirteen dwarfs. “Whatever makes you happy, Crinkles.”
He cut his steak before realizing what he had said. Did he just accidentally give his date a nickname? How did that happen?
The sheriff froze for a split second before blood rushed to his cheeks. “I, uh, I like that.”
He had decided to be honest with his reactions no matter how insecure he felt about dating such a hot guy. The werewolf could’ve known what was going through his mind even if he hadn’t voiced his thoughts, but he wanted to show Peter that he was willing to do his part.
Peter smiled at the sincerity in the sheriff’s voice. “Crinkles it is then.”
He would never understand how such an adorable man could have such an annoying son. ‘He probably got it from his mother.’ He shrugged as the sheriff started to talk about how he had learned martial arts in his younger days.
While the subject had become infinitely easier to deal with, Peter found himself fascinated by the sheriff’s mouth rather than by his story. He wondered what would’ve happened if Stiles hadn’t interrupted their goodnight kiss on the porch of the Stilinski house. Would the sheriff have gone through with it? Would it have been a short chaste kiss or a slow exploring one? What kind of a kisser would his date have turned out to be? A shy yet determined one or an eager, possessive one?
‘I need to kiss him.’ Having learnt his lesson, he knew that he had to get a kiss before reaching the sheriff’s house. So when they had finished their meal and were waiting outside for the valet to come back with his car, he kissed his date on the cheek.
The sheriff let out a small sound of surprise. He had to wince at how his heart had almost jumped out of his throat at the simple gesture. Then he was reminded of the goodnight kiss that they had failed to share last Friday. He looked at the werewolf to see if he was supposed to return the kiss. The moon had slipped out from behind the clouds and was shining brightly above them.
“Do werewolves acquire more beauty along with strength when it’s near full moon?” It was merely an academic question but judging by the smug grin on Peter’s face, he had taken it as a flirtatious compliment.
‘Oh well, I don’t remember how to flirt anyway. I can’t complain if I somehow managed it.’ He added a smile to make sure that his date didn’t suspect that it was an accident.
“I’m flattered, especially when those words come from someone I’d like to kiss.” Peter could tell that the sheriff was even more out of practice than him when it came to dating, so he made things crystal clear for him.
The valet finally showed up so he opened the door to the passenger seat for the sheriff. Now that he had made his intentions clear, he was going to give his prey some time to get used to the idea and then go for the kill… he meant kiss.
The sheriff collected his thoughts as the car left the restaurant. It was exciting to think that someone wanted to kiss him. All the excitement that he had gotten over the years was over his job and his son. While he loved both of them fiercely, it was nice to have some excitement that was purely related to his personal self.
Then his thoughts went back to his accidental flirting. If he was going out with a werewolf, he needed to do more research. He had gathered a large amount of information when his son had come forward, but he hadn’t thought about looking into the beauty section.
‘Knowledge is power.’ He reminded himself as the car came to a sudden halt. That was when he saw a spark in the werewolf’s eyes. “Peter?”
“I’m sorry, I can’t wait any longer. Your excitement’s too distracting.” Peter didn’t care if he didn’t sound sorry. It was time to drop the act and take what he wanted. There was only so much joy that could be derived from the process of hunting.
The sheriff would’ve chuckled at the softness of the kiss if he hadn’t been too busy admiring the way that the moonlight accentuated Peter’s silky hair. He carefully ran his hand over his hair and got a deeper kiss. He pulled his date closer by the collar of his shirt and sighed in relief that he hadn’t forgotten how to kiss.
There was nothing magical about the kiss but it had both a calming and energizing effect on him. He briefly wondered if it was because he was kissing a werewolf or if he was just attracted to his date more than he had thought. He was obviously in great need of a thorough research.
As the kiss grew more and more exciting, the sheriff let out a small laugh. Peter would have to find a way to deal with his excitement because he had a feeling that he was going to get excited quite often around him.
Meanwhile, there was another couple that was enjoying a deliciously intimate moment. Derek was leaning against a tree while his boyfriend was humping his bent leg.
“Oh god, Derek…” Stiles sped up his humping as he tightened his arms around Derek’s neck. The werewolf had reassured him that Isaac was listening to loud music while arranging his things, but he didn’t think that he could fully enjoy his boyfriend unless they had more privacy. Of course, being out in the woods where anyone could see them didn’t fit his usual definition of privacy, but at least they were firmly inside the Hale property.
“I’m glad it’s finally warm enough to have outdoor sex.” Stiles commented before kissing Derek. “Otherwise our balls would’ve frozen and it could’ve been very awkward and painful.”
“Yours maybe, not mine.” Derek smirked and let his hands travel down his boyfriend’s body to check the state of the said organs.
Stiles moaned loudly and thrust his hips forward. “Yeah, well, the point is having both of our balls in decent condition. Wait, that sounded weird. We have two balls each, but that made it sound like we only have two balls between us. Hey, did I ever tell you I used to think that werewolves had two sets of balls? You always walked around like your jeans couldn’t hold you in.”
Derek laughed. Stiles sounded like his best friend, which was a sign for him to move things along. He gave the teenager a long, satisfying kiss while pulling down their jeans and underwear and producing a condom from his pocket.
“Let me.” Stiles took the condom and rolled it on the werewolf. He obviously wanted to put his hands on Derek with every chance that he got. Then he switched places with him and turned around. He chuckled as he threw his arms around the large tree, giving a new meaning to the term ‘tree-hugger’.
“Take it.” Derek gently nudged his side.
Stiles held his hand back expecting a tube of lube, but what he got was another condom. “Your timing for jokes could be slightly better, but I’m proud that you keep trying.”
“It’s not a joke, Stiles. Put it on.” Derek encouraged him with a kiss on the back of his neck.
“Me? Why do I need one too? Ooh, are we trying something new?”
“No, we’re just going to show some respect to the old tree and not let you shoot all over it.” Derek gave him a kiss on the ear.
“And, I thought I was the tree-hugger.” Stiles found the request absolutely ridiculous but did as he was told. He had Derek all to himself, so he wasn’t going to waste valuable time by arguing over such trivial matters. (But before Dr. Condom came up with his amazing invention, hadn’t his ancestors bonded with trees in a natural way? Or had they faced the other way by the end of the journey to show their respect to Mother Nature? There had to be a reason why Derek was acting like this and this was a subject that required extensive research.)
“We need to talk.” Derek suggested as he worked his fingers into his boyfriend.
“You want to talk? Oh, you mean dirty talk.”
“No, I mean about your irrational jealousy towards Isaac.” Derek twisted his fingers.
“Eh, your timing for initiating conversations could also be better. But again, I’m proud that you keep trying. And, there’s nothing to talk about. I told you I’ll get over it. I know he needs your help and care.” Stiles turned his head and kissed the corner of Derek’s mouth. His boyfriend should be able to tell that he wasn’t lying.
Derek tugged at Stiles’ T-shirt to kiss him on the shoulder as he slowly pushed in. The boy had too many things on his mind when all he should be thinking about was doing well on his finals. “I failed my other betas, Stiles. I’m not going to let the last one pay for my mistakes as well.”
Stiles made a disapproving sound. “They left you, remember? They didn’t pay for your mistakes. They paid for their own.”
“They came back.”
“The point is, they left in the first place! They’re the ones that weakened the bond and left themselves vulnerable.”
“It was my job to convince them to stay.”
Stiles let out a strangled cry. It was difficult to focus on anything else when Derek was pulsing inside him. “Fine. Do whatever you need to do to keep Isaac safe and happy, okay? Now will you quit the emo talk and start moving? Show me your werewolf strength!”
Derek put his hands on Stiles’ shoulders and forgot about his Alpha duties. It was impossible to stay still anyway.
“I’m sorry I made you worry.” Stiles muttered between embarrassing sounds of pleasure. If he thought about it, he would’ve been much more upset if Derek didn’t take good care of his beta. Then there was the fact that Derek caring about another person again was a huge deal in itself.
“It’s fine. Now hold on to that tree. I believe you asked for werewolf strength.” Derek grinned wickedly and set about his work. He would gladly remind his boyfriend just how strong a werewolf could be.