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Stiles cleared his throat, working up the nerve to make a decision. Hands bunching in his hoodie cuffs.
He was standing outside the Hale house, debating whether to knock or just let himself in.
It was around 5 am, his dad had an early shift this morning and he knew Derek normally was up around this time, even on Saturdays, but when he arrived at the house, Derek's camaro was gone.
Peter's Mercedes was parked in its usual spot so he was probably home but maybe he wouldn't like Stiles barging in first thing in the morning. They had only been seeing each other romantically for a week.
He was still uncertain about how they should interact now. He didn't want to overstep and it was considerably easier when his main goal was hiding his affections.
Yes he had a key, but Derek gave him that before this all started. He didn't have a key in like a boyfriend way. He had a key in like a water the plants kinda way. They didn't have plants, he's never watered anything in that house. Oh God, this was nerve wracking.
Stupid Derek was probably at the stupid gym. No lights were on in the house, Peter was probably asleep. Although it was kinda bright out. No. If Peter was awake he'd know Stiles was out here. Unless Peter know he's out here and waiting to see what Stiles will do.
Would it be weird to let himself in and wait for Derek? Would Peter be hurt if he decided to wait for Derek in his jeep ? Peter was his boyfriend too, asleep or not.
One thing was for certain, Peter would be grumpy if Stiles woke him up. But if he was already awake that a was a moot point. The cuff of his hoodie had made its way into his mouth.
Stiles felt like this was would be easier if Derek was home. Derek would definitely be awake so it would be no different than just walking in at lunchtime. Something about waltzing in while Peter was asleep felt... presumptuous.
Stiles nearly jumped out of skin, flailing wildly with the sudden fright of Peter yanking open the door.
Peter yanking open the front door, in his underwear. The skimpiest underwear Stiles had ever seen. He didn't know they made underwear like that for men.
Stiles swallowed, no it was not a gulp, as Peter silently raised an eyebrow at him.
"Morning."
He eventually squeaked out.
"Morning, are you going to stand on the porch all day or do you want to come... inside."
Stiles had to use every bit of self control he had to keep his eyes on Peter's face. He had seen Peter shirtless a thousand times, but knowing he was allowed look... scared him. Maybe he wasn't allowed.
"Yeah, I-uh- didn't want to wake you."
Peter stepped, slightly, to the side. Not enough that Stiles could pass by without turning sideways, inches from Peter's face.
Stiles knew he was going to do it so he didnt know why he let out a surprised little gasp when Peter's lips brushed against his.
"Mm. Now that's a proper good morning. Dont worry about waking me, I'm going back to bed. I have to be up for work in a few hours and I intend to use every minute I can for sleep. Your welcome to stay out here and wait for Derek, or you can join me. "
Peter threw over his shoulder as he padded off down tha hall.
Stiles's brain short circuited. No, Peter said he was tired. He genuinely wanted to sleep.
But... with Stiles in the bed. They were 'together' after all, it was still a sort of pinch me moment for Stiles.
He decided to be brave, he had been in their bedroom before, passing through on his way to the ensuite where they kept the first aid kit with the wolfsbane in it. He knew the bed was huge.
Peter had left the door open. In invitation ??? Or just so he could hear what Stiles was doing?
True to his word, Peter was passed out, not quite spread eagle but taking up the whole centre of the bed.
Stiles stripped down to his underwear, practically shorts compared to Peter's skimpy little briefs, and climbed under the covers.
Peter had put pyjama pants on. Stiles heart melted a little. He tucked himself in under Peter's widespread arm and settled down for sleep. Lips pressing the softest kiss against his forehead just as he was drifting off to a dreamless sleep.
***
Stiles woke slowly, adjusting to the feeling of not being in his own bed and the warm body beside him.
He shifted, turning to sleep on his side when he saw him. Derek was standing in the doorway, gym bag in hand.
Shit. They hadn't talked about this. Derek certainly wasn't expecting to come home from the gym to find his boyfriend in bed with another man. Was this Derek's side of the bed ?
"Good morning, you look comfy."
"I'm sorry... I didn't think... I just..Nothing happened...."
"Woah, woah. It's okay. There's no reason to be sorry."
He dropped the gym bag and made his way over to the bed. He stroked Stiles hair, trying to calm him down.
"I'm happy you're here. Seeing your jeep outside was a welcome surprise, seeing you all sleepy curled up in our bed is a thousand times better."
Derek lent down to kiss Stiles's lips, struggling not to smile like a weirdo.
"I'm going to hop in the shower okay? You stay here with him."
"I'm sorry, this must be weird for you."
"What's weird about seeing my boyfriends enjoying a lie in on the weekends ?"
Stiles flushed. Boyfriends !!
"I just.. didn't know if this was okay."
"Of course it's okay. If it wasn't we would have told you during the week when we were talking about boundaries."
"You said no sleepovers."
"A nap isn't a sleepover. The no sleepovers boundary is so you don't feel pressured into moving too fast. It is not because we have an issue with you sleeping in our bed. And that boundary is mostly for Peter, if you were allowed stay over he'd never let you leave. As it is he'll probably try and pout his way into not washing the sheets for the next few weeks because they smell like you."
Stiles snorted, creeperwolf.
Arms wove their way around Stilss ribs, not possessive, just there.
"I can hear you nephew. Stop trying to convince him I'm some unhinged maniac."
"You've done a good enough job of that yourself man."
"Don't call me that. I wouldn't try and stop you leaving, I'd just make it so you'd never want to leave."
He purred in Stiles's ear. And now he had a boner. Great.
"I'm going to have a shower. Peter, leave him alone."
"Innocent fun Derek."
"There is not an innocent bone in your body."
Stiles snorted, he could practically feel the urge Peter was fighting to make a dick joke.
"Go have your shower."
"Fine, Bossy."
Peter snuggled in closer to Stiles as Derek went off.
"He's over exaggerating, we do wash the bed sheets regularly, that's not going to change. Even if they smell like our beautiful m-boyfriend."
"I cannot imagine you doing laundry."
"Having good quality clothes requires good quality laundry. A necessary evil."
"Oh are your silk panties hand wash only?"
Peter bit his shoulder lightly.
"Imp."
"Which side of the bed is Derek's? I'm not in his spot am I ?"
"You're on my side. But he'll want to cuddle with to you so your going in the middle."
Jesus christ. Hot werewolf cuddles with his hot werewolf boyfriends.
"We have all the time in the world to figure out sleeping arrangements."
Stiles flushed again. It freaked out him when they talked like this was forever now. Not because he didn't want that, but it just was strange to him. He thought the normal protocol for new relationships was to avoid talking about the future. It was nice to hear though, they were not on the fence about this. They wanted this, they wanted him, for the foreseeable future. Derek and Peter didn't do anything casually.
Derek padded out in a cloud of steam, a towel wrapped around his waist.
"I'm just grabbing some pants and then I'll be back."
He went back to the bathroom to change. Stiles snorted a little, he had seen Derek's bare butt more times than he can count and his penis a handful of times, there was no reason to be shy now.
Peter started rubbing his cheek on Stiles shoulder, stubble itching against the bare skin.
"I'm glad you decided to join me this morning. I didn't think you were an early riser though?"
"Dad had an early shift, and I couldn't get back to sleep after he left so I figured Derek would be up."
"You can just let yourself in, that's why you have a key. You're always welcome here, any time of day or night."
Peter pressed a kiss to his neck, a hint of tongue included.
"I thought it would be rude to just barge in."
"As far as we are concerned, you have complete freedom of this house. Especially if you want company."
Peter tightened his hold a little.
"Also, since when have you been concerned about politeness? How many times have you just walked in when Derek and I are ..... having alone time?"
"You can call it fucking on the couch Peter, and that happened like twice. If you were that concerned you could have locked the front door."
"There was three other times you walked in on something."
"I knew werewolves couldn't get sore throats! Seasonal allergies my ass. Can you hear Derek in the bathroom ?"
"Only if the door is open. There are sound blocking charms throughout the house. You can ask Derek to show you them today."
Stiles squirmed, trying to turn to look at Peter.
"Can he hear us?"
"Yes, unless the shower is running."
Stiles settled in, head resting against Peter's chest.
"So are you two a door open when pooping kind of couple?"
Peter chuckled, the laugh rumbling in his chest.
"Not as a rule, but we have been known to share the bathroom some mornings if we're rushing."
"Do you shower together?"
"Again, not as a rule, but we have."
"Do you share products?"
"Absolutely not. I refuse to use his 5 in 1 body washes."
"Do you share clothes?"
"Occasionally."
"Underwear?"
"Rarely."
"I prefer boxers to those speedos he calls underwear."
Derek had come out of the bathroom, shirtless but with pyjama pants on.
He pressed a kiss to Stiles's mouth, and then did the same to Peter.
"Scoot in. I haven't gotten any cuddles yet."
Peter and Stiles slid across the bed to make room.
Once Derek was pressed up against his back, with his nose buried in Stiles's hair, Stiles started his questioning again.
"Do you guys cuddle when I'm not here?"
"Yes, all the time."
"Really ? You guys aren't that affectionate normally."
Derek's hand rested on Stiles's stomach,
"I'm not a fan of PDA. Although you've probably seen more than most of the pack."
"As I said to Peter, if you don't want people to walk in you fucking on the couch, lock the front door."
Derek laughed, his warm breath rushing down Stiles neck.
"You have a key to the front door. That's not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about general affection. Kissing, scenting that sort of stuff."
"So will I get to see more cuddling?"
"Hopefully you'll be part of the cuddling."
Stiles flushed again, fighting the urge to bury his head in Peter's chest.
"I'd like that."
Derek kissed behind his ear.
"How would we feel about a date tonight ? Dinner maybe?"
"I should be finished with work around 5 so dinner suits me."
"My plan was just to hang out here today so whatever you guys feel like."
"I'll call the restaurant then once they open."
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