The blessed quiet hadn't lasted for more than two minutes after Derek and Scott had left for the bank.
"So... XXL. Isn't that a bit optimistic of you?" Peter asked with a significant look down.
One that made Stiles want a nice long scrub in bleach. "How did you- You know what? I don't even want to get into your creeper-like tendencies."
"Unless of course it wasn't exactly for you, in which I guess congratulations are in order." The bastard smirked.
"First of it was borrowed, and second, do you know how much a standard condom will hold? I am certainly well above average, pal, but I don't need a condom that can hold 7 gallons of anything."
"Well above average, Stiles?" Peter asked with a smirk.
"You're the werewolf here, excuse me, the zombie werewolf here; Did my heart do that beat faster thing?" Stiles asked smugly, before realizing the topic and turning back toward the window to hide his blush.
Peter lounged back on the couch quiet for a moment, before speaking again. "No blip, but then again, it wouldn't if you were delusional." He said smiling.
Stiles turned to gape at him for a moment before closing his mouth and turning back to looking out the windows and worry about the others.