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Chapter One
Stiles jumped over the six steps leading up to the front door of the Hale house with barely any effort, because let’s face it, what’s the point of being a werewolf if you can’t show off all your amazing wolfy skills at every opportunity? The front door was unlocked, because Beacon Hills was one of those small towns where you could do that and not worry about people stealing all your stuff. Plus, the Hales were werewolves. Anyone stupid enough to try and steal from them would get a very nasty surprise.
He paused just inside the threshold and breathed deep, letting the comforting scent of pack wash over him. It felt good to be in the Hale house. It felt safe in a way that even his house didn’t. The rest of the pack already knew he was there. They would have heard his jeep coming up the gravel driveway. Out of habit he sought out Derek’s heartbeat first. He was in the home gym, lifting weights from the sound of it.
Stiles had to force himself not to picture Derek shirtless and sweaty with his muscles flexing as he lifted impossibly heavy weights. Stiles had known for quite some time that he was bisexual, maybe fully gay. He still appreciated a good looking woman but they just didn’t turn him on like a hot muscled guy. A hot muscled guy with short, dark hair and a scowl.
Stop it! You will not perve on your pack brother. Stiles mentally scolded himself for the millionth time.
He had come out to his dad a few months back. Turned out his dad had figured it out before Stiles had realized himself, and was totally cool with it. Then again focusing on only one girl for about a decade, always talking about her creativity and intelligence instead of how hot she looked was probably a big clue. That and his porn file, cleverly hidden as biology research on his computer, comprised of mostly gay porn might also have been a good indicator. At first he thought it would have been a problem when he first joined the pack. But as it turned out werewolves were pretty progressive thinkers when it came to homosexuality.
After all, it’s not like you can hide which gender you are attracted to from another werewolf.
The fact that Derek was also gay might have helped as well. That little tidbit had provided the seed for a growing infatuation that had eclipsed the one he had once had on Lydia Martin by far. But Stiles knew that his crush on Derek was even more hopeless than the one he had harbored for Lydia. Derek was the epitome of male attractiveness. He could have anyone he wanted, girl or guy. There is no way he would be interested in a scrawny teenager. That didn’t stop Stiles from imagining Derek bending him over his computer desk and pounding into him during his private times.
Snap out of it Stilinski. Stop thinking like that before the whole house smells you.
Instead, he redirected his senses to finding the rest of the pack. He could hear Laura’s heartbeat in the living room, as well has one of those Reality TV shows she was addicted to. Peter was in the kitchen, tinkering away with some new herbal concoction. Peter was convinced he was close to finding an antidote to wolfsbane. Though he would never admit it to his face, if there was anyone Stiles thought could find an antidote, it would be Peter.
Stiles shut the door, dropped his keys on the side table next to everyone else’s, and walked towards the living room. He flopped down on the couch next to Laura, bumping their arms together. She scooted a little closer him, not in a flirty way, just to feel the closeness of pack. She gave him a warm smile and ruffled his hair then went back to watching her show. Stiles had grown his hair out a little because apparently werewolf healing applied to hair and nails and ever since he became one it’s been nearly impossible to keep up old buzz cut without nightly trims. He didn’t really mind though. He even kind of enjoyed it when Laura ruffled his hair. It reminded him of when his mom used to do the same thing when he was younger.
He sat watching trashy television in silence with her for a little while. Before he was turned he would have never have been able to sit this still, but a combination of the bite curing his ADHD and the comfort of pack now made it possible. On the screen some bleach blonde trophy wife with obviously fake boobs was yelling at some hipster wearing skin-tight jeans that looked like they were made for a twelve-year-old girl. His balls ached in sympathy for the guy.
Stiles started to zone out. This close to the kitchen he could actually pick out some of the scents of a few of the herbs that Peter was mixing together. While Peter hadn’t yet found his antidote formula he had invented quite a few tasty herbal tea blends. Stiles had never really considered himself a tea drinker before he became a werewolf. He had been forbidden caffeine because of his ADHD so he had never picked up the coffee habit like most of the kids at school. After the bite he had started hanging at the Hale house more and had been roped into being Peter’s guinea pig for taste testing his new creations. He was surprised to find he actually enjoyed some of Peter’s more unusual blends.
Stiles had created a game for himself to hone his new super sense of smell by trying to pick out exactly what ingredients Peter was using. He was actually getting pretty good at not only distinguishing different scents but also in learning the names and properties of different herbs. He closed his eyes, leaned his head back so that it was resting on the back of the couch, and breathed deep through his nose. From his spot in the living room he could pick out ginger, currant, and something else he couldn’t quite place. It smelled spicy and smoky, and for some reason Stiles found that he really wanted to taste it.
He was so lost in thought trying to figure out what this new mystery herb was that he didn’t even notice Derek walk into the room until he sat down in the leather armchair next to the couch. He snapped his head up, all thoughts about the mystery tea disappearing when Derek’s delicious scent was so near. To Stiles relief/disappointment he was wearing a shirt, though it was a black tank top that showed off his muscular arms to perfection, and basketball shorts. He hadn’t bothered showering and was glistening in a light sheen of sweat.
He must have really been working out hard to sweat that much. Stiles thought, and before his mind could drift to inappropriate places he immediately pulled up the most disturbing image he could think of, Coach Finstock in a sexy kitty costume. Instant boner-killer. He never thought he would be so grateful to Finstock for something that disturbing. It had come from what started as a safe sex lecture to the lacrosse team and turned into Coach Finstock revealing waaaay too much information about his sex life.
Derek gave him a nod in greeting that Stiles returned with a smile.
“You’re getting that chair all sweaty,” Laura whined never taking her eyes from the TV screen.
“I’ll wipe it off later,” Derek shrugged.
“Yeah, after it’s already dried to my favorite seat,” Stiles quipped.
“Well then, you shouldn’t have taken my seat on the couch,” Derek threw back raising an eyebrow in that sexy way only he could pull off. Seriously, how is it even possible for eyebrows to be sexy?
Luckily, Laura saved him by cutting in, “Like I’d let you sit next to me all covered in sweat.”
“Settle down children,” Peter said as he entered the room carrying four mugs of steaming hot tea. There was no alpha command in his voice but all three of them immediately stopped talking and looked toward Peter as he handed them each a mug. Peter rarely used his Alpha powers preferring instead to rely on reason and patience with his young pack. When that didn’t work a subtle combination of bribery and guilt trips did miracles. Like offering to make everyone’s favorite blend of tea as a reward for being on time to a pack meeting.
Everyone had their own designated mug. Laura’s was pale red (Stiles had once made the mistake of calling it pink and had suffered her wrath) and swirling gold designs with a space at the bottom to hold cookies and keep them warm, the scent of her favorite earl grey and lavender wafting from it. Peter’s was some strange abstract sculpture shaped thing in stark black and white with the smell of green chai and gunpowder (the tea, not actual gunpowder, Peter still liked to tease Stiles about that misunderstanding). Derek’s was a handmade clay mug with a dark green glaze. He mostly drank rooibos vanilla and cinnamon apple. Stiles’ tea mug was by far the coolest as his was shaped like R2D2. It even had a lid painted like R2D2’s head to keep the tea warm so he could bring it places. Stiles was please to note that the smell of the mystery scented tea was coming from his mug. It was even enough to distract him from Derek sitting next to him.
“All right, new tea blend to try!” Stiles all but yelled as he grabbed for his mug. He was so eager to try this new tea that he completely missed the raised eyebrow Laura gave Peter and Peter’s answering grin. He took a sip without even blowing on the tea to cool it down and got his tongue scalded for his impatience. It was okay though, werewolf healing took care of it in a second. The second sip he took his time to make sure he would actually be able to taste it. He could taste the ginger, the currant, and maybe a little too much honey, but that spicy smoky ingredient was what set his taste buds alight. He’d never tasted anything like it and he thought he might have found his new favorite. He was about ask Peter what it was when he stood up and started talking.
“Alright, so I was speaking to Bryan Clarke, the Alpha of a pack near Portland, the other day and we were thinking of setting up a little pack gathering. Our two packs have been friends for generations but we haven’t seen each other in years. It might be a good idea to reconnect and Stiles could get a chance to meet some other werewolves. We could have some old fashion werewolf competitions”
“Dude, that’d be awesome! How many of them are there! What kind of werewolf competitions? Would there be, like, tracking and—“
“I remember them, there was a girl about my age, Nancy, I think.” Laura cut him off.
“Yeah, and her twin brother was a jerk,” Derek huffed crossing his arm over his chest.
“You, just didn’t like him because he beat you into the ground,” Laura teased.
Stiles' grew wide. “You mean someone, not an Alpha, beat Derek!?!” he exclaimed.
Derek scowled and Stiles thought he could see the tips of his ears turning red. Laura just gave an evil smile. “Oh, Derek wasn’t always the mountain of muscle he is now. Back in high school he was downright scrawny. Even more than you. Why do you think he spends so much time bulking up now?”
Stiles ignored the insult to himself and gaped at Derek in disbelief. He had honestly thought Derek had been born with his Adonis-like body and was having a really hard time imagining anything different. Derek just continued to scowl at Laura.
The rest of the conversation followed in this vein. Laura continued to tease Derek while Peter explained the particulars of the pack gathering; like that it would probably take place sometime in the summer so Stiles and the younger wolves of the other pack wouldn’t miss any school. Stiles was so excited about the idea of meeting more werewolves that he didn’t even notice that he gulped down the rest of his tea. Several times he went to take another drink only to realize his mug was empty. He even stuck his finger in bottom of the mug to get the last drops, sucking the flavor from his fingertips. Yet, every time he was about to ask Peter for a refill Peter would bring up some new detail about the pack gathering and Stiles would have a million questions.
Eventually, Peter took the mugs away while Stiles was distracted by Laura’s retelling of a particularly funny story about a twelve-year-old Derek trying to jump a ravine and ending up stuck in the mud bank below.
Once the excitement of the impending pack gathering waned a little, they decided to order some Chinese and watch a movie. There was a fierce argument over what to watch. Laura wanted to watch Love Actually, Derek wanted The Usual Suspects, and Stiles wanted the watch The Wolf Man (the original Lon Chaney Jr. version). Both Derek and Laura groaned at his choice but Stiles loved the irony of actual werewolves watching old werewolf movies. What could he say, he was still fairly new at being a werewolf and the novelty hadn’t worn off yet.
Like most arguments in a house full of werewolves, it quickly dissolved into a wrestling match on the living room floor. Even though he was still fairly new to his werewolf abilities, and nowhere near as strong as Derek or Laura, Stiles could still put up a pretty good fight against the other two Betas. He had great reflexes and wasn’t bad at getting out of someone else’s grip. Sometime during the tussle Stiles was distracted trying to avoid Laura’s fist and was knocked to the ground by Derek and held in a way that he couldn’t squirm out of. Though he always enjoyed these little brawls with his packmates, Stiles may have enjoyed being pinned to the ground by Derek a little too much. The feel of Derek physically dominating him sent a thrill down his spine. To his great relief Laura tackled him off before anything embarrassing happened.
Peter eventually settled the argument. Stiles was downright smug when Peter voted with Stiles to watch The Wolf Man. He wasn’t entirely certain whether Peter shared his love of werewolf classics or if he just took delight in Derek and Laura’s suffering. Either way they were watching his choice. The doorbell rang, announcing the arrival of their food, just as Stiles was popping the movie into the DVD player.
It took both Peter and Derek to carry all the bags of food into the living room. While werewolves might look human one major difference is how much they eat. Having the ability to heal faster also means having a higher metabolism, especially when they’ve been doing any kind of physical activity. To get enough food to feed four werewolves you need to order enough food for about 10-12 normal humans. Given the amount of food, plus the variety of what each pack member likes to eat, they pretty much order the entire menu when they get takeout.
Stiles hopped back to his spot on the couch while grabbing the container of Krab Rangoon before Peter stole them all. They loaded up their plates while the previews ran on the screen, playfully shoving each other to get to the choicest pieces of meat or snatching cartons out of each other’s hands when someone was taking too long. Stiles helped himself to generous portions of Sesame Chicken, General Tao’s Chicken, Ginger Beef, Szechuan Beef, Kung Pao Chicken, Mu Shu Pork, Beef Fried Rice, some Chow Mein, and a few Egg Rolls. Derek took the entire container of Spare Ribs for himself and heaven help the person who tried to take some of Laura’s Egg Drop Soup. Needless to say meat was a major part of a werewolf’s diet. Stiles had definitely not been a vegetarian before getting the bite and he couldn’t picture ever becoming one now.
“So, has there ever been a vegetarian werewolf?” Stiles asked while balancing his plate on his knees so that he can take off his plaid flannel shirt. Werewolves naturally ran a few degrees warmer than humans and their little scuffle earlier had left him warm enough to shed one of the extra layers he still wore out of habit. Besides it’s not like he didn’t have an awesome Wolverine t-shirt on underneath it.
“A vegetarian werewolf,” Laura said skeptically.
“I doubt it,” Derek said as he rips a piece of meat off one of his spear ribs with his teeth.
“It would be an interesting study in self restraint. Werewolves are by their very nature, carnivores,” Peter said thoughtfully, as if he were already planning the controls and variables to test it scientifically. “However, it would also have its risks. Werewolves tend to burn a large number of calories that you just can’t get from fruits and vegetables alone. Not to mention a hungry werewolf is not pleasant to be around even under the best of circumstances.”
Stiles couldn’t help but agree as he popped a piece of General Tao’s Chicken into his mouth and savored the spicy-sweet taste. Derek was even more surly than normal when he was hungry and the usually easygoing Laura could get downright snappy. Stiles had yet to see an angry Peter, but given what he’s learned about Alpha werewolves, he thought that was a good thing. The conversation ended as the movie began and the four of them dug into their food in earnest.
About a third of the way into the movie Stiles noticed that it was starting to get uncomfortably warm in the room. He had thought the warmth he felt earlier had been from their roughhousing over movies earlier and that he would cool down once he rested a little, but that didn’t seem to be the case. In fact he felt even warmer than he had just after Peter had put an end to it. Now that he thought about it, the warmth of the room had been steadily increasing; he had just been too focused on his food to notice at the time.
Maybe Peter had forgotten to turn the heat off from last night. Stiles thought as he pulled at the collar of his shirt. Even though it was spring in California it still got chilly on some nights well into the beginning of summer. Last night had been one of those cold nights that had left the next day a perfect temperature. Although even on really cold days werewolves never really need to turn the heat on. His dad had been a kind of upset that Stiles had turned the heat off a few times in weather that hadn’t fazed Stiles a bit but had the Sheriff bundling up.
He subtly shifted his gaze to see if any of the others were as affected by temperature as he was. He wasn’t going to interrupt the movie to complain if everyone else was fine with it.
That’s just rude.
To his right Peter and Laura appeared completely unaffected. Peter was silently mouthing a few of the lines, confirming Stiles’ suspicion that he actually was a fan of classic werewolf films. Next to him Laura was still more focused on her food than enjoying this cinematic masterpiece.
Looking to his left was a mistake. Derek was to his left. Derek in all his muscled perfection was to his left.
Stiles always had to be careful about hiding his attraction to Derek. It was bad enough that Derek had smelt exactly how turned on he made him the first time they met. He thought he had gotten pretty good at controlling himself. Now he could hang out with him for hours without sporting an inappropriate erection, which was great, because once you got past his gruff demeanor and learned how to read the rather expressive language of his eyebrows, Derek was actually a really great guy. And by some miracle he and Derek had actually become friends. Now looking at Derek from the corner of his eye it was like the first time they met times one hundred, maybe a thousand.
Derek was just sitting there watching the movie, empty spare rib container in one hand and one foot up on the coffee table. Stiles could tell he was really getting into it by the lack of tension in his posture. Derek rarely ever truly relaxed. Even when they were just hanging out at the house he always seemed to be on edge, ready for some unsuspecting attack. Most people would never notice the slight stiffness in his shoulders or the absolute straightness of his spine but Stiles did. He always tried to put Derek at ease and get him to loosen up a little whenever he could. He would have counted Derek’s current state as a huge victory if it weren’t for his desperate need to jump his bones.
Somehow in the last few minutes or so Derek had turned from a ridiculously attractive male to an actual sex god gracing humanity with his mere presences on this mortal realm. He reminded Stiles more of a panther than a wolf, a beautiful and graceful predator lounging on a tree branch in the jungle, relaxed but ready to pounce at any moment. God, Stiles wanted Derek to pounce on him, or to pounce on Derek himself. He wanted to card his fingers through Derek’s hair and muss it all up. He wanted to rip off that stupid tank top that was doing nothing to hide his sculpted muscles. He wanted to pull down those basketball shorts with his teeth. He wanted—
No! He mentally slapped himself. You will stop thinking those thoughts in front of the whole pack. Come on! Finstock in a kitty costume! Finstock in a kitty costume!
Stiles repeated that in his mind like a mantra while he forced his gaze to focus solely on the movie playing in front of him and not the living incarnation of a wet dream that was sitting two feet to his left.
He began to bounce his knee, something he hadn’t done since his ADHD was cured. He tried to focus on the movie but it was no use. Stiles couldn’t think of anything but Derek. To make matters worse he could feel a distinct tightening of his jeans as he started to get hard. He needed to go home and have some personal happy Stiles time but he couldn’t. The movie was barely half over and it was still the middle of the afternoon. Pack bonding always lasted till late at night. He couldn’t even excuse himself to the bathroom and jack off real quick because he’s in a house full of freaking werewolves who would be able to hear and smell everything. Not that they couldn’t probably could smell him right now or hear his heartbeat quickening. He could feel Laura shifting on the couch next to him and could hear Derek and Peter shifting in their seats. He refused to look at any of them, especially not Derek, and kept his gaze on the television. He gripped the arm of the couch trying to anchor himself.
Come on, Finstock in a kitty costume! Finstock as a sexy nurse! Finstock and Harris as slutty cheerleaders!
Stiles desperately tried to think of anything that would kill his arousal but nothing worked. Even trying to picture Finstock and Harris having sex only lasted for a second until he unconsciously morphed the image into one of him and Derek having sex. He was fidgeting and horny and embarrassed and Why is it so damn hot in here?
Then, because the universe was cruel and has a particular hatred of him, Derek leaned forward in his chair to reach over and grab the last egg roll that just happened to be on the table right in front of Stiles. His field of vision was completely eclipsed by Derek’s glorious face. The cheekbones so sharp you could cut diamonds on them. The pouty lips that Stiles just wanted to nibble on. The strong jaw covered in stubble that Stiles wanted to feel scratching his skin. The incredible green eyes with gold in the middle that Stiles could stare into for hours. All of it right in front of him.
Then the smell hit him. A wave of Derek’s heady scent washed over him. It was earthy and masculine. It reminded Stiles of running in the deepest part of the forest. Stiles wanted to roll around in that sent, to rub it all over his body.
Stiles must have made some sort of noise or maybe Derek heard his heartbeat skyrocketing, because suddenly Derek froze and turned those magnificent eyes toward him, a look that Stiles couldn’t quite decipher crossing his beautiful features. He nearly launched himself at Derek right then. Instead he clasped his hands into fists so tight he felt his nails draw blood on his palms. He felt his face go red and couldn’t bear to be under Derek’s scrutiny so he squeezed his eyes shut and wished that the earth would open up beneath his feet and swallow him whole. He wondered if you could die of mortification.
“Stiles…Are you okay?” Laura asked tentatively.
He didn’t want to answer but he could feel all three of them staring at him. He could feel his heartbeat pounding and his breathing sounded harsh in his own ears.
“I…” he couldn’t say anything. His mouth was bone dry and his voice cracked like he was going through puberty again. The only thing he could do was try to sink into the couch.
The silence stretched on for a few moments before Peter finally spoke.
“Stiles look at me,” he said gently in a calm voice with just the slightest note of Alpha command in it.
Stiles’ eyes snapped open as he looked toward his Alpha.
Peter’s face was a mask of neutrality, the same as it was when he talked about major pack issues. That alone made Stiles want to panic but the Alpha’s calm and steady heartbeat reassured him a little.
“Tell me Stiles, do you feel a little warm right now?” Peter asked in that same calm voice like Stiles was a skittish horse and he didn’t want to spook him. Then again Stiles did feel a little skittish right now and the calm in Peter’s voice did help a little.
“Yes” he managed to croak out. He forced himself to swallow a few times and that seemed to help.
“How warm?”
“Dude, it’s like, a thousand degrees in here,” he croaked, finding some of his voice again.
“Alright. Now, forgive the obvious question, but are you aroused right now?” Peter asked, somehow managing to keep his calm and even tone.
Stiles felt himself blush even harder than he had before. He was amazed that he even had any extra blood left to go to his face as most of it seemed to be in his dick at the moment. The increasing tightness of his jeans could attest to that. Not trusting himself to answer that question aloud, he simply nodded then hung his head in embarrassment.
“Oh dear, it would appear that our Stiles is entering his first Heat,” Peter sighed.
Stiles’ head shot up so fast he would have gotten whiplash if he wasn’t a werewolf.
“Heat!” Stiles yelped. “That’s a real thing?” His head swiveled back and forth between Peter and Laura. His eyes begged them to be joking but their steady heartbeats told him otherwise.
“Afraid so,” Laura said as she leaned back on her armrest, her eyes glittered with suppressed laughter. “We all go through it at least once a year. It looks like it’s your turn now.”
“Why is this, the first I’m hearing about it? I know you never mentioned it before because that is definitely something I would remember. ‘Hey Stiles, you’re a werewolf now and by the way, you go into freaking Pon Farr.’ Where was that? I would have like to know that up front. Hell, that should have been one of the first things—”
“Stiles!” Peter cut in with what Stiles thought might be a grin threatening to emerge on his lips. “Though I do enjoy your Star Trek reference you need to calm down. It is my fault you don’t know about this. I’m ashamed to say I may have overlooked that particular area when we first began teaching you. It was merely an oversight.”
“Oversight!” Stiles whined. His voice was becoming hysterical. He absolutely refused to look over at Derek. “How do you just forget something like that!?!”
“Well, it’s quite simple actually,” Peter explained. “You see, we are all born werewolves and in a family of born werewolves things like heats are usually discussed when a child reaches puberty along with all the other things parents tell their children in ‘The Sex Talk.’ Obviously you are of an age where you have already gone through that with you father. It had simply slipped my mind that humans don’t go into heat as well and therefore would not have had this talk with your father.”
Stiles really wanted to hit him for sounding so damn reasonable.
“So what do I do? Are you, like, gonna lock me up or something?” Stiles asked hating the slight tremor that ran through his voice.
“Of course not,” Peter said raising an eyebrow in a typical Hale family manner. “You won’t become some raving beast and ravage the first person you see. Your body will simply increase your hormone levels to increase your desire to procreate. You’ll still be in complete control of your own actions; you just might have slightly lower inhibitions about who you procreate with. You could say it’s the closest a werewolf comes to getting drunk.”
“Clearly, you’ve never been drunk before, because I assure you this is not what it feels like,” Stiles replied acidly. It felt more like he was about to have a heart attack.
“Don’t be so dramatic,” Peter said, managing to continue sounding calm. “You’ll get through this. We all do. And when it’s out of your system in a week—”
“A week! How am I supposed to go a week like this? I have school on Monday!” Stiles said. He could barely keep himself from sticking his hand down his pants right now and this was just the beginning. He was already the weird kid in school; he did not want to be remembered as the kid who was caught jerking off in school. No way.
“It is possible to go about a normal day while in heat. Your control is strong enough and you’re a smart boy. I’m sure you can engage in enough solitary activity to hold you over in between having to deal with others.”
If Stiles wasn’t so terrified and horny out of his mind he might have commended Peter’s ability to keep a straight face. He might be laughing on the inside but he didn’t show it. Laura on the other hand was trying so hard to hold in her laughter she was shaking. He glared at her but that only caused her to burst out in giggles. Stiles refused to look over at Derek. Besides the fact that he didn’t think he could stop himself from climbing Derek like a tree, even in front of Peter and Laura, he couldn’t bear to see Derek laugh at him for something like this.
“Then again, the first heat a werewolf goes through usually is the toughest, not to mention you weren’t born a wolf so I can’t be one hundred percent certain how you will handle it. Perhaps you should stay home for you heat. You’re a smart boy; you can miss a week of school and catch back up in no time. You can even stay here to avoid temptation. We’ll tell your father you’re coming camping with us.”
Stiles could think of few things worse than spending a week jerking off in a house full of werewolves, especially when he had a massive crush on one of those werewolves. Stiles could admit that he tended to get a bit vocal when he jerked off and the thought of accidentally moaning Derek’s name within his hearing made him want to vomit.
“Dad would never agree to that,” he argued feebly.
“Hmmm. Yes, that might me a bit of a problem. We can’t just ask him to excuse you from school for a week for something like that.” Peter surmised. He looked contemplative for a moment.
They couldn’t just tell his dad that he was in heat because his dad didn’t even know he was a werewolf yet. Stiles had wanted to tell him but Peter had cautioned against it, at least until he was eighteen. Peter’s reasoning was that if his dad took it the wrong way, than at least Stiles would be eighteen and would legally have to stay in his father’s house. Personally, Stiles didn’t think that his dad would be like that. He handled Stiles being gay really well after all. While Peter had agreed that the Sheriff would probably be okay with werewolves, he still wanted to err on the side of caution.
Then again, Stiles really didn’t want to tell his dad that he was in heat. God! That would be an awkward conversation.
“We could convince him you’re sick. Werewolves have a naturally elevated body temperature compared to most humans and going through your heat you will only increase that. A human would think it was a high fever.”
“But if he had that high of a fever for a week straight his father would probably take him to the hospital.” Laura snorted.
“Yes, of course, what loving parent wouldn’t,” Peter mused. Then he sighed in resignation. “I suppose the only option left would be to complete your heat early—”
“You mean you can stop this!” Stiles exclaimed. Then he began talking a mile a minute “I’m in! Whatever it is. What do we have to do? Some werewolf magic ceremony. Do I have to drink some nasty potion, because if that’s the case, I’m down. Let’s go make a batch of it right now.”
Stiles actually stood up from the couch to make his way to the kitchen when Peter held up his hand to stop him.
“That’s not quite how it works,” Peter said and Stiles sank back down to the couch. “But I will say it is rather more enjoyable than drinking ‘some nasty potion.’”
Laura couldn’t hold back her laughter anymore and Stiles stomach dropped as a sense of foreboding overcame him.
“How do you end a heat early?” he asked cautiously, dreading the answer.
“It’s really quite simple, you need to knot someone. Or someone could knot you given your sexual preferences. In fact it might be better if you if you were the one being knotted for your first heat, a little less trying that way.”
Stiles brain had short-circuited as soon as Peter said “knot.”
“Knotting, like dogs? That’s real too! I thought that was just something that was made up for werewolf fanfiction!” Stiles was pretty sure he was going to faint or puke. He was impossibly turned on by the idea of knotting. When he first realized he was a werewolf, he had done an insane amount of research online. Most of it was pure garbage. When he first came across knotting, though interested enough to seriously consider ordering a knotting dildo online, he had put it in the bullshit column. That didn’t stop him from saving a quite a few erotic knotting stories to his porn folder. And cumming harder than I have ever cum in my life to the thought of it. But now, finding out that it was real and would probably happen to him very soon, Stiles was lucky he didn’t cum in his pants right that second.
“Yes, I’m afraid that is the other thing I forgot to mention about werewolves. By the way, you really must show me the links to some of the things you’ve read online. They sound quite fascinating.” Peter grinned.
He’s definitely laughing at me on the inside. Smug bastard. Laura was worse. She was laughing so hard at the moment there were tears coming from her eyes.
“You see, going into heat is all about breeding. When a male werewolf has intercourse a gland at the base of their penis swells and they are locked together with their partner.” Peter was speaking like he was teaching a Sex Ed class. Stiles marveled at his composure. Peter might have been talking about the weather for all the concern he let show. “The function of a knot is to keep as much sperm inside so that it is guaranteed to produce a child. And werewolves do produce a rather large amount of ejaculate when they knot. When you knot or are knotted in a heat it fulfills the breeding instinct and your body ceases to produce the excess hormones.”
“So I have to have sex,” Stiles said. He didn’t know if he wanted to run away or jump for joy.
“Yes,” Peter said. “Though it will have to be a werewolf. I don’t think there are any humans we could trust with something like this at the moment. So it will have to be Laura or Derek.”
“What!” Stiles and Laura yelled simultaneously.
“I think you mean it’s going to be Derek.” Laura said in all seriousness. “Stiles doesn’t even really like girls and I don’t have knot. You said it would be better Stiles were the one being knotted for his first time.”
“So I did,” Peter said thoughtfully.
Stiles froze. He couldn’t have moved for all the money and curly fries in the world. He must have been hearing things because there was no way they had just said that he was going to have sex with Derek. There was just no way all his dreams were about to come true. His body was practically trembling in excitement.
“I can’t,” Derek barked.
The words hit Stiles like a punch to the gut. It was the first thing he’d said since this whole things started.
Of course, Derek wouldn’t want to have sex with me. Who would? Stiles thought dejectedly. Derek is a flawless Adonis. What the hell would he want with a skinny, pale kid with moles?
“Of course, you can Derek. Stiles needs your help and it’s not like it will be a hardship for you.” Peter said giving Derek a look. “You remember what your first heat was like Derek. Have some compassion.”
“He’s seventeen!” Derek said.
“He’ll be eighteen in less than two months and you’re barely twenty-three. It’s not that much of an age gap. After all, your mother was eight years older than your father.” Peter countered.
“It’s still illegal.”
“And who’s going to call the cops on you?”
“I shouldn’t be his first. It should be someone special to him.” Derek huffed.
You are special to me. Stiles thought sadly. It was one thing to objectively know the guy you are head over heels for didn’t want you. To actually hear him say it out loud was quite another.
“What a bunch of rubbish. Teenage boys don’t care about something like that. I don’t even remember who my first was.” Peter said.
“And you’re such a great role model,” Laura threw in. Peter ignored her and carried on.
“Stiles isn’t truly interested in women so that excludes Laura. It can’t be me. If you think you’re too old then I definitely am. Not to mention certain other considerations. It has to be you Derek.”
Stiles hadn’t even thought of Peter. While he would probably jump just about anyone soon, Stiles really didn’t want to think about having sex with Peter. The man was old enough to be his father and he was the Alpha. Not that Peter wasn’t attractive. It was just weird.
No one said anything as Derek and Peter just stared each other down. Stiles still refused to look at Derek. He couldn’t face the look of disgust that must be on Derek’s face. He suddenly found the found his sneakers fascinating and kept his eyes cast downward as he tried not to squirm too much in his seat. The heat was getting unbearable and his clothes felt scratchy and constricting. His dick was aching. He needed relief and he needed it soon.
“Fine,” Peter sighed. “I’m not going to order you to have sex with him. But I will order you take him home.”
Stiles brought his head up at that.
“The poor boy is obviously desperate to relieve himself and I think he’s suffered enough embarrassment today. He’s in no condition to drive himself, so you will take him home so he can have some privacy. Laura and I will stay here and try and think of another solution.”
Stiles didn’t know if he wanted to kiss Peter for letting him go home or kick him in the balls for the torture of making him sit through a car ride all alone with Derek in this state.
“You want me to be in a car with him when he smells like that.” Derek said incredulously.
Do I smell that bad? Stiles’ winced.
“You’re a grown man Derek, as you just reminded us. You can control yourself for a fifteen minute car ride. Now go.”
The Alpha command in the last part forced both Derek and Stiles to stand up and started toward the door. Derek stomped toward the front door and grabbed his wallet and keys off the side table. Stiles was right at his heels, walking awkwardly with a hard-on. Derek’s hand had just touched the doorknob when Peter’s voice rang out.
“And for God’s sake stop and pick him up some lube. I don’t know how much he might have a home but however much it is, it won’t be enough. Rubbing your dick raw is no fun, even if you have accelerated healing.”
Stiles turned and gaped at Peter who gave him an apologetic smile. Derek just growled and pulled the door open so hard it slammed against the wall, the doorknob leaving a dent.