Sherif Stilinski came home early in the morning and, noticing that there were no car other than Stiles' parked in front of the house, assumed that his son was alone. Derek had come on foot. He entered the house and went upstairs, intending to talk with his son about sex and protection. Of course they told him about that in high school, but he was a concerned father and wanted to make sure that his son was safe. He knocked lightly on his son's door, and came in after hearing a noise, assuming his son was letting him in.
He saw his son lying naked on a man wearing high heels leather boots, cock against cock and froze for a few seconds. He then recognized Derek Hale and blushed with embarrassment. He turned away and closed the door.
«Happily for them I'm a very cool dad...» he said aloud to himself.
He went downstairs trying to erase from his mind the picture of his son naked on top of a grown man and started humming a tune to himself. He looked at the time. 7 am. He started cooking breakfast for three, determined to have a talk with the two boys, in order to properly meet his son's boyfriend.
«Derek Hale... Hm! That's my boy, he always chooses the hot ones.» he thought before hearing the two of them get up upstairs.
He was eager to see their astonished faces when they meet him unwarned.
Derek woke up with Stiles still on top of him. He switched positions gently so that he was on top of his boyfriend. Stiles moaned in his sleep, and Derek felt his hard cock throbbing against his thigh. He fought the urge to suck his boyfriend and quickly got up. He went to the bathroom and looked at his reflection in the mirror.
He had huge dark circles under his eyes and dry cum could be seen in his beard. His hair were messier than the night before and he realized only now that his ass was very sore. He took his leather boots off and put his hanging dick back in his thong. He walked to the bathroom again and kissed Stiles on the forehead. He was moving in his sleep and was slowly waking up. Derek decided that he would cook breakfast for the both of us and went downstairs quietly. Once in the kitchen, he saw that breakfast has already been made.
He found himself there, wearing a thong and with cum on his beard, face to face with the Sherif. He turned pale and started to panic innerly. They both heard noises upstairs, informing them that Stiles was coming up, and when Derek started to turn, intending to run upstairs to hide, he was stopped by the sherif.
«Stop right here and turn around, Hale. I don't give a shit if you're wearing a thong you're not the first half naked man I see in my life. Sit!»
The sherif's tone was firm and hard. Derek didn't dare respond and walked to a chair, then sat on it, waiting for Stiles to come down. After a few minutes the two men heard footsteps coming from the stairs and heard Stiles shout at Derek.
«Babe! Last night was amazing my cock is still sore! But I don't know about you but actually I'm still hard as fu... FUCK DAD!» he cried when he entered the kitchen. Derek was red as a tomato and was not looking at Stiles' father.
«STILES don't you dare turn around! You come over here quick and you SIT. I'm your father I've seen your cock multiple times so you come over and we talk. The three of us.»
Stiles closed his eyes and didn't move for a whole minute, regretting all that had happened that morning. He tried to cover his huge erection with his hands, but failed. Luckily it softened quickly, and he walked to the chair beside Derek and sat, farthest from him as possible. His eyes didn't meet his father's and the two boys were looking at the floor, hoping they would become invisible and run away within the minute. After long minutes the sherif began to talk, and his voice was now nice and calm, but still firm.
«Stiles, I don't care if you're gay. Not that I expected it but Derek's bag full of men's clothes just in front of the front door gave me a certain hint.»
«So you're not mad at me?» asked Stiles.
«Of course I'm mad at you Stiles! If you want to invite someone over you tell me BEFORE. So I don't walk on you two cock against cock in the middle of the night!» They both blushed and looked away. «And I'm mad that you have a man twice your age as a boyfriend and I didn't even know! God, Stiles! He's closer in age with me than you!»
Stiles did the math quickly in his head and realized his father was right. He was twenty one, Derek was thirty six and his father fourth eight years old. The boys finally looked at each other and reddened with embarrassment.
«Don't get me wrong I don't care about the fact that considering his age he actually should be my boyfriend, but how could you not tell me about it!? I'm your father and you know I have nothing against gays and all! I'm a tolerant father! Just remember my reaction with Scott and Liam. I just feel betrayed that you don't trust me enough to tell me that kind of things.»
After a long silence, Stiles understood he was expected to answer.
«Of course I trust you dad but... It's a man! A grown man! A hairy muscled masculine well hung man! How could I tell you about that, how could you not expect your son to have a wife and kids?» He talked more than he would've liked and blushed one more time with shame. But his father acted like he didn't notice the intimate details about Derek's body.
«Well of course I expected you to have a wife and kids when I thought you were straight! Now I don't! It's not my business who you put your cock in! I won't stop to live because you like men Stiles do you hear yourself? You're ridiculous! And being with a man doesn't prevent you from having children you can adopt and stuff but... that's another conversation. My point is, I'm happy for you as long as you're happy.»
«Thank you dad I love you... But I mean it's Derek Hale... You handcuffed him many times I couldn't picture you approving my relationship with him!»
«Oh! So my son likes bad boys, what can I do against that? Nothing!» He now addressed to Derek «But you better not hurt my boy, or else you'll have me to answer to, and werewolf or not, I'll beat the crap out of you! Got it?
«Understood, sir.» answered Derek timidly, still not looking him in the eyes.
«Well I think you suffered enough, you can go and dress upstairs. And clean that beard while you're at it!»
Derek blushed and walked upstairs, grabbing his bag full of his clothes near the front door. The sheriff didn't fail to notice that Derek was walking funny, understanding instantly the reason why. He then turned to his son and smirked.
"I'm proud of you my boy... And you seem to be lucky, have you seen that ass!?» he whispered, pointing at the stairs.
«OH MY GOD DAD STOP!» screamed Stiles. And he ran upstairs, leaving his father to laugh to himself.
He met Derek in his room who was already dressing up. He wore the same pair of jeans as the night before, and he was putting on a light blue tank top and brown boots. His top was tight and hugging his muscles, letting the bottom of his belly show.
«That was embarrassing as fuck...» he said to Stiles.
«Don't tell me about it! He put us uncomfortable on purpose, I'm sure of it. I never heard him talk like that.»
They heard him shout from downstairs «Guys! You better not have plans for the evening! I'm taking you both to dinner! I want to get to know my son in law on a proper dinner and wearing actual clothes!»
And for the hundredth time of the morning, they both blushed and looked away.
«What did I tell you...»
They both dressed and went downstairs again, to eat the breakfast they had forgotten about.
