A/N - Now remember, this is fiction. I did research mature age circumcision. The information I found is that in my country, it's a day surgery. One abstains from intercourse for about two weeks and uses a condom for approximately a month to give the scar a decent chance to heal without inflammation/irritation. I have however taken liberties with Stiles' side effects after his surgery. As I said, this is fiction.
The next morning Stiles wakes first. He stretched without waking Derek and looked him over. His face was more relaxed in sleep. Not so intense. But the intensity was just the beginning of what attracted Stiles to Derek in the first place.
Sitting up he gets as far as crawling to the foot of the bed with some idea of getting breakfast when he feels movement and a mouth suddenly latches onto a butt cheek. "Ow, fuck, you shit!" He very nearly screeches.
Derek falls back with a chuckle. "How could I not? It's so pretty." Stiles turns on the bed with narrowed eyes.
"Pretty? My butt is pretty?" He questions in a threatening tone.
"Well, sexy pretty yeah, it's pert and bouncy, and so fucking sexy it's all I can do to keep my hands off it." Derek admits.
"Nice save dude, at least you didn't call it a bubble butt." Stiles smirks as he stands on the bed and steps off onto the floor. He walks unselfconsciously to his dresser, takes out a pair of sweats and drags them on.
Derek watches Stiles lazily as he scoops up their clothes from last night and begins to fold Derek's while he hangs his own up. "Where's my tie?" He asks Derek, the last he remembers is wearing it when they were making love. And yes that was sappy, it was also the truth, they did make love.
Rooting around in the bed Derek drags it up and out. Stiles looks at it. It has come on it. With a shrug he tosses it in the hamper along with Derek's shirt from last night and his own. And that reminded him. He went to a drawer.
"Hey, I've got a bunch of your stuff I've laundered in here, take it when you want yeah? I figured I'd leave the drawer for you anyway." Stiles steps back. "I'm gonna go make some breakfast, want anything in particular?" He turns and comes up against a naked Derek.
"You're giving me a drawer?" He asks huskily as his arms wind around Stiles' waist, fingers gliding over his skin and down under his sweats to cup his previously discussed sexy, pert and bouncy but not bubble butt ass.
"Uh, yeah. We spend so much time at each other's places now, we do each other's laundry when we leave stuff there, it makes sense." Stiles answers as his head falls back. Derek's fingers are ghosting between his cheeks where he's still wet and slippery from last night.
"Left dresser, second drawer down." Derek answers him before he kisses him senseless.
Pulling away Stiles grins. "I've got a drawer at your place too?" He asks just to hear Derek say he does. He'd started staying over there once a week or so when his father had an overnight shift. Not because he needed to, because he wanted to. And Derek didn't interfere with his study as he'd originally thought he might.
Neither did Peter or Cora actually. His being there had made Cora study more if anything according to Derek. Gave her company so to speak.
"You do, you can have more if you want, or need to." And Stiles is kissing Derek as if his life depends on it. Letting Derek pull him back to bed, down on top of him.
"And what exactly are you after Mr. Kinky?" Stiles asks with a grin. As if he didn't know. Derek's fingers were delving inside him now, driving him crazy as they played with the come still inside him from last night. When they pull out Stiles moans in protest and then sucks in a deep breath as Derek sucks them clean.
"Wait right there." Stiles is off the bed and in his closet before Derek can grab him. He comes back with a cowboy hat. "I did promise I'd wear a hat." He plops the straw cowboy hat on his head and Derek grins and shakes his head even as he moves back to the middle of the bed and sprawls invitingly.
"Ride me cowboy." He answers in what Stiles calls his morning sex voice, all gravelly and husky with sleep.
"Oh I plan to dude, I plan to." Stiles steps up and onto the bed, walks the couple of steps until he's straddling Derek's hips and then kneels down. Leaning forward he grabs his headboard and then his other hand grabs Derek's hard cock.
Tilting his hips he puts Derek's cock at his hole and slides down onto it with a groan. Settling himself with a few wiggles of his hips Stiles grins at Derek's groans.
"Giddyup." Derek growls at him as Stiles sits there just staring, transfixed by his beauty once again.
With a shake of his head Stiles complies with Derek's order. "Thank Christ I run." He mutters as he begins to move up and down, riding Derek's cock. He stills for a few moments, rotates his hips without lifting them and Derek growls, growls underneath him.
"Jesus fuck, alright." Stiles says grumpily.
Shaking his head Derek laughs breathlessly. "What can I say? You bring out the animal in me."
Grinning proudly Stiles doffs his straw hat and winks. But then Derek's hands come to rest on his hips and the jokes finish. Because, fuck he's hot and hard and fucking sexy underneath Stiles. And his pupils are blown in desire. Desire for Stiles.
That never fails to make him even hotter. That Derek Hale, wants him, Stiles Stilinski. Forever and everything. Stiles' head falls back, the cowboy had falling back on the bed. Neither care.
Derek's fingers are digging into Stiles, bruising him with intent Stiles knows. He doesn't care. He does the same. Reaching back one hand Stiles plays with Derek's piercings and pulls and tugs at the three rings in his perineum, he's learned over the last weeks they elicit the most response from Derek once he's aroused.
To get him aroused though Stiles tugs and plucks at his nipple rings and his cock piercing. But when he's aroused? It's the perineum piercings that push him over the edge. "God, Derek you feel fucking amazing." He mutters as he pushes down on Derek's cock, feeling it throb and heat inside him.
"Gonna suck yourself out when you come?" He asks with a grin as Derek's eyes open, all black and aroused and he snarls a yes. "There you go, got you looking at me didn't it?" Derek's fingers dig in harder and he begins to thrust up with purpose.
Stiles looks down at his own cock. He's so hard his foreskin is all the way back, his head exposed, red and weeping pre-come enough that its pooling on Derek. Smearing it around a little Stiles slicks up his fingers and then sucks them into his own mouth.
Derek's moan is filthy almost beyond belief. Stiles slicks his fingers up again as his other hand pulls at Derek's piercings, this time though he looks at Derek, knowing his own eyes are looking the same, all black and needy as he slowly slides his slicked fingers over his own nipples, leaving the pre-come there for Derek to taste later.
"You…fuck!" Derek is beyond words, Stiles can tell. And that pleases him. That Derek desires him enough to be lost for words he is so mired in Stiles.
"Me too." Stiles answers as he starts to fuck up and down on Derek's cock, faster and harder, looking to come. Before the words 'touch me' can leave his mouth one of Derek's hands is on his cock. Sliding his foreskin up and over his head, faster and faster, shifting him quickly to orgasm. And that knowledge, that innate knowing of Stiles and his needs pushed him over the edge.
Stiles feels his balls draw up and empty in pulses onto Derek's body and hand as he continues to jerk him through his orgasm. He feels Derek's balls draw up against his wrist and then Derek come deep inside him as his cock throbs and jerks in Stiles' ass.
Before he can slump on Derek, Stiles watches his hand scrape through his come on Derek's body and he pushes up. Stiles falls back and grins. He knows exactly what's coming next. He rolls before Derek can tell him to and pushes his ass out. Derek's moan is desperate with need and want and Stiles grins even more as he puts his hands back and spreads himself open for Derek to do with him what he will.
"God, I'm beautiful? No, you, you're the beautiful one. The one made for me, the one who takes me, gets me, understands me. Wants me." Stiles frowned over those last two words. The emphasis told him Derek was still somewhat unbelieving in how much Stiles wanted him. Needed him even.
Over the past few weeks Stiles crush had grown beyond that, into something way more. Something where Derek's words of everything and forever meant something to Stiles. And more, they were something he wanted. But how did he convince Derek of that?
He is brought back to the here and now by Derek's warm, wet tongue sliding over his hole. Slurping obscenely as he did so, sucking madly. His fingers pushed Stiles' own come inside his ass and then his mouth and fingers were there.
Poking and prodding, mixing it all up and then pulling him apart so Derek could suck it all back out. It was fucking obscene and erotic and hot on so many levels. Stiles knew that no one would understand what they did, how they did it and he didn't fucking care.
They were each other's and that was all that mattered. He feels his cock jerking again and fists it. Derek always did this. It was so fucking hot, his desire for Stiles' ass that Stiles mostly came again straight away.
Today though, he just held himself, let himself throb. He wanted in Derek's ass when Derek was finished with his. Turning his head back he reached a hand for Derek's face, stilled him. Derek looked at him, pupils still blown wide. "Prep yourself, I'm going to fuck you when you're done."
Stiles shuddered at the raw moan Derek released. He swiped his tongue over Stiles' ass a few more times, sucked at his hole, drawing their come back out and swallowing, then he pulled back and lay down.
His hand reached for the lube and opened it even as he spread his legs. And this, this was something Stiles never ever got enough of. Derek pushing his own fingers inside himself, prepping himself for Stiles' cock. Stiles turned around and sat up, crossing his legs as he just watched Derek's fingers disappear inside his own ass.
"Fuck, you are so fucking beautiful Derek. So beautiful." Stiles kneels up as Derek continues to fuck his own fingers and kisses him. Soft and wet and gentle. Not the way they usually kiss, but something Stiles needs to give Derek at this moment.
When Derek pulls his fingers out and offers them to Stiles, he licks them with relish, making sure he's as loud as possible. He loves the flush Derek gets as he does so. Then he pulls on his cock, pushes back the foreskin properly and begins the slow slide of pleasure into Derek.
Feeling his eyes flutter closed Stiles can't help grinning at the sound Derek makes. "You need something Der?" He opens his eyes and asks huskily.
"No, got everything I need right inside me." Derek answers on a breathless snarl.
"Oh, you want me to leave you alone with it then?" Stiles asks on a grin.
"Yeah, if you can do without your cock, it's not leaving me till I've come on it again Stilinski, don't even think otherwise." Derek is truly pissy at him now.
"Aw, Der. Don't be like that, you know you love it, how I make you squeal like a girl on my cock when you come." Derek's snarl this time is nothing but animal-like. "Okay, you know, I think you've been watching way too much animal channel. You're sounding very feral you know." Stiles laughs outright now.
"If I'm feral, it's because you make me so." Derek grits out now. And Stiles melts. He can't help it. To know that he and he alone makes Derek feral with desire? Well that's truly something.
Stilling himself Stiles looks down at Derek, all flushed and wanton and needy for him. For Stiles. "Really, I mean, I really make you feel that way?" He's asking seriously now. He stills everything, waiting on his answer.
"Yes," Derek pauses, regroups so he can answer Stiles seriously in turn. "You make me want and need and desire like no one ever has Stiles. You make me animalistic with it. Feral, wild, untamed." Derek answers him as best he can.
Leaning down Stiles kisses him exactly that way, wild and untamed. And he feels Derek splash over their bodies as he does so. Pulling back Stiles looks into his eyes, the black of his pupils almost overshadowing the green, except for the finest green ring around the edge.
He loved Derek Hale. And he was okay with that. And Derek had better be as well. Because once a Stilinski chose their mate, that was it.
And so without thought or intention, Stiles allowed himself to come in Derek as well. With a shouted moan that had his father banging on the door as he walked past.
"Oh God," Derek buried his head in Stiles' shoulder as the Sheriff did that and Stiles collapsed on Derek with a laugh.
"Jesus, I forgot he'd be home." He laughed harder as he felt Derek's face heat. "Don't worry about it diddums, I'll protect you from the big bad Sheriff." He would deny to his dying day that he squealed like a girl when Derek suddenly dug his fingers into his ribs.
"Breakfast, I need breakfast." Derek said after they'd tussled around a little.
"Mm, me too. Wonder if Dad has cooked anything for us." Stiles mused as he sat up and reached for his discarded sweats again.
Derek stood and stretched and Stiles drank him in. "I love your tattoos, will you do one for me?" He asked. "A word, here." He stood and gestured to his left arm, high up near the shoulder, he drew a semi-circle around the top half indicating where he wanted the word tattooed.
"Sure, you going to let me ink anything else on you?" Stiles looked at Derek.
"You really want to ink more on me?" He asks. "I thought you were just joking around."
Derek shook his head as he reached into his backpack and drew out a pair of his own sweatpants. Tugging them on he answered Stiles. "No, totally serious, like piercings, you'll carry ink perfectly. Got this idea for something, let me draw it up so you can see what I'm talking about." He looks down at himself. "Will your dad have an issue if I don't wear a shirt?"
Stiles shook his head. "He'd have to have an issue with me too, I'm not putting one on until we've showered." They walk downstairs together and into the kitchen.
"Just in time, thought I'd have to put it in the oven. How did the dance go? No issue with the school I take it?" The Sheriff questioned them as they walked in together.
"No, none. Couple of comments, but nothing I wasn't expecting." Stiles answered as he went for his meds.
"Didn't drink any of the punch? It was spiked, got a few kids drunk-driving." The Sheriff makes conversation though Stiles sees his eyes take in their torsos. They've both got fresh and fading hickey's on them.
"No, Derek told me it was spiked so I was fine. Scott was the only one who drank actually. And Isaac said he'd get him home." Stiles watches Derek get out the juice and pour three glasses with a soft smile.
They eat companionably together and clean the kitchen. It's late morning when they've finished. Stiles is about to suggest he and Derek shower when his dad clears his throat. It's a particular noise this throat clearing, one Stiles knows well.
He sits down and motions for Derek to do so as well. "What's up Dad?" He asks point-blank.
His father shrugs and draws patterns on the table. "Can you stay with Derek tonight? At his place?" He asks Stiles as he looks at both he and Derek.
Pursing his lips Stiles hides a grin. "Sure can. When do you need me gone by?" He asks as he feels Derek's hand grip his thigh under the table. His dad and Peter had been dancing around for weeks now.
"As soon as you've showered so I can clean and then shop and know you're not going to make a mess while I'm gone." Stiles rolled his eyes. He'd never actually been one to make a mess, but his dad was kind of over anal retentive about his space, their space rather.
"Just for that Derek and I are showering together." Derek chokes as does his dad.
But he answers Stiles anyway. "Fine, just…enough with the noises okay? At least until I'm getting some too?" His last sentence is pleading and Stiles laughs and Derek joins him. They push back their chairs and begin to walk away.
Derek turns back in the doorway. "Peter likes citrus scented lube." He blushes as he says this and turns and practically jogs down the hall and up the stairs to the shower leaving Stiles laughing as he wandered after him and the Sheriff blushing all over. Exactly like Stiles did.
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Stiles wakes on Tuesday morning in his own bed and on his own. Derek would be here that evening after he'd been released after his surgery, they'd discussed it already. His Dad would drop him at the hospital and and bring him home, get him settled. Then Derek would take over for the night.
It was nice that his Dad didn't have to take a personal day, they had others now to help. Stiles showered and make sure he was extra clean. That would no longer be an issue after today. And he couldn't wait.
He takes his morning meds, the doctor's said it was okay to and drank his last glass of water for some time. Then he sat at the kitchen table and waited for his father. Stiles thought about his last several weeks.
He and Derek were finally together, a couple. And more, a long-term couple. Stiles realised he had to tell Derek he was on track to graduate early. He had no idea what he was going to do once he did, but he'd find something. Even if he just pushed papers. Though he'd prefer to be moving a bit more, but he'd take what he could get.
And Scott, he had to tell Scott as well. He was thankful Scott now had Isaac and Allison. And Lydia and to a lesser degree Jackson and Danny. Stiles was glad he had people, other people at school. Lydia hadn't even realised he was going to graduate early and he'd figured she'd be onto it by now.
Guess Jackson had her all hot and bothered. Stiles rolled his eyes. That dude seriously had his head stuck up his own ass. And Lydia wasn't far behind him. Jesus, that fact alone should have been enough to turn Stiles from her.
Whatever, it didn't matter he thought to himself. He'd plucked the brass ring. Or the brass ring had plucked him. He flushed all over as he remembered that day in the kitchen. When Derek had read his paper and things had just…snowballed.
Gathering nothing but hot, sexy snow along the way. He grinned and palmed his cock through his sweats. He was sans underwear as the doctor said briefs would only irritate him after he'd been operated on. He was to stay horizontal for a day or so and then could basically begin regular daily stuff, except sport and sex.
His phone vibrated a text and Stiles grinned. It was Derek.
'going to keep it?' Stiles frowned.
'why would I cancel something I've wanted like forever?' He questioned. Derek was crazy.
'ha, no once they cut it off, are you going to keep it?'
"Ugh, no fucking way." He types the same back and gets a smiley face followed by the word good.
'you are so fucking kinky, SO FUCKING KINKY' He typed back.
'they'll ask you, they asked my friend' Stiles frowned.
'seriously?' He pulls a face at the green tick icon he gets back.
'that is fucking sick, it's not like it's my tonsils' He snorts at the winky face he gets in return.
'why the fuck are you up?' He asks Derek.
'because you're going into hospital, I wish I was with you.' Stiles heart skittered in his chest.
He types furiously before he loses his courage. 'I LOVE YOU DEREK HALE'
Immediately a message flies back. 'I LOVE YOU TOO ? STILINSKI'
"What the fuck?" Stiles sends back the same message.
'you think I don't know you haven't told me your real name? can't believe I just told someone I love them via text and I don't even fucking know their real first name!' Stiles laughs as his dad comes into the kitchen.
"Hey kiddo." He brushes a hand over Stiles' hair where it's sticking up. He hasn't combed it since he got out of the shower.
"Morning Dad. I told Derek I loved him." Stiles says to his father. "And now he's getting pissy because he doesn't know my real first name." His father laughs as does Stiles.
"Gonna tell him?" John asks as he gets some breakfast for himself.
"Not until we get married or I apply for a passport and we travel together."
'are you asking my first name?' Stiles sends back after talking to his dad.
'no, you'll tell me one day, Stiles suits you anyway, as does baby.' Stiles grins.
"He says he's not asking, I'll tell him one day when I'm ready."
"Smart man." He laughs out loud at his father's comment.
"Yes, he is." He leans into his father when he drops an arm around his shoulders briefly before he sits down at the table.
He and Derek continue to text while his dad gets ready. Then they grab Stiles' backpack with his book and a computer game. They text all the way to the hospital and it's only when he's inside that he has to switch off his phone. He stops for a second, says he'll text soon as he can and switches it off.
His dad will call Derek anyway.
His father waits with him and he is the last face Stiles sees before he is wheeled away.
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"John?" John looks up. It's Melissa McCall, Scott's mother.
"Hey Mel, how are you?" He asks her as he stands and busses her cheek.
"I'm fine, how are you? Are you okay, is Stiles okay?" She questions quickly.
"I'm fine, today is Stiles' surgery, that's all." He looks at her and she pales.
"What surgery, what's wrong with him?" She grabs his forearm and holds on tightly.
"He's fine, he's just being circumcised, did he not tell you?" He asks her quietly as he draws her to the seats and pushes her down in the chair.
"Uh, no. No mention from he or Scott, not an inkling." She says in a hurt tone.
"Well, he's been caught up with his boyfriend, he's gone down hard and fast, well not fast, they've been circling each other for over a year before they finally decided to go for it. I think Derek was wary because he thought Stiles was under eighteen. For which I'm grateful." John said. And he was. Not that he'd have stopped Stiles and Derek if Stiles had wanted to date Derek before he was eighteen.
"I keep forgetting he's eighteen." Melissa murmurs. She rests one hand on John's forearm and the other around his shoulder. "How are you going? He was circumcised, why?" She asks.
"I'm fine, really good actually," John absently brushes a hand over his chest where his clothes are hiding a couple of hickeys from Saturday night. "And uh, well. He wants to be like me, and he said that with his ADHD and what not that he had enough medical issues without having issues with infection, he forgets to shower too often and is sick of having to clean fluff and shit from under his foreskin." John is blunt with Melissa, she's a nurse and a good friend.
"I'm glad. I remember a couple of times he made comments when he was younger about not being circumcised." She says no more. But she sits with John for a bit and that is how Peter finds them.
He raises a brow at the pretty picture they make, dark and fair. He grins as he thinks of being in between them. "Down boy." He murmurs to himself. Stepping forward he touches John's other shoulder. "Hey, how's it going?" He asks as he sits down on John's other side.
He smiles widely as John reaches for his hand and twines their fingers together. "Good. Peter, this is Scott's mother Melissa, Mel this is Peter. Uh,' John pauses as he thinks of how to explain, "He's Stiles' boyfriend's uncle and my friend?" He sighs as he looks at Peter. "What the fuck are we? We haven't discussed that yet." He sounds plaintive.
Grinning Peter leans in and kisses his lips lightly before pulling away. He looks at the lovely Melissa. "That clear enough for now?" He asks politely.
Melissa grins. "More than, who tops?" She laughs as John flushes and Peter laughs too.
"He does…for now." Peter answers her question and John groans. Loudly.
He covers his face with his hands and they both laugh at him now. "Fuck my life." He mutters. But he's also grateful. Grateful Melissa stopped to speak to him and grateful Peter came by.
He stands as the doctor comes in. "Sheriff Stilinski?" He questions and John stands up.
"Yes, how is he, is he okay?" He asks the surgeon.
"He came through with flying colours. He's severely affected by the anaesthetic however, his daily medication is the cause of that. He's going to need to be monitored for the next forty-eight hours, not the normal twenty-four." John nods.
Peter steps forward, "It's okay, we'll help." He says meaning he and Derek. John nods and reaches for Peter's waiting hand again. He misses Melissa's smile.
"That's fine, someone will be out to take you to him in about half an hour and he'll be released to go home in around three to four. You'll be taking him home?" The doctor asks.
"Yes, myself or Derek or Peter Hale." John gives both Derek and Peter's names to be on the safe side. And just as he does that his emergency radio crackles from the chair where he'd left it.
"Sheriff, you there over?" A pause and then, "We've got a major MVA over on…." John picks up the radio as the deputy states there are fatalities.
"Bobby, I'm here, I'm on my way, ETA twenty minutes." He flicks off the radio. "Fuck, I won't be taking him home, it'll be his partner Derek Hale, or my partner, Peter Hale." He says without thinking. He winces when he sees surprise flash across Peter's face, not to mention the doctor's.
But he nods. "Certainly, I'll make a note that one or both will be picking Mr. Stilinski up." He turns away after commenting he'll make sure emergency is aware of the motor vehicle accident that the Sheriff is travelling to.
John looks at Peter, he grins. "We need to have a talk next time partner." He places emphasis on the word partner and John flushes.
"Sorry, it…" He trails off not knowing what the fuck to say. "Sorry." He apologises again. "Can you call Derek for me?"
Peter nods and leans in, bussing John's cheek like John had bussed Melissa's. "Go, do your job. Don't worry about dinner, I'll make sure something stays warm for you." John nods and clasps Peter's hand briefly before he turns, nods at Melissa and walks away.
Looking at Melissa as she sits back down again Peter pulls out his phone and calls Derek. "Hello nephew, there's been a change in plans." He explains the situation and Derek says he's on his way. "Take a taxi, that way we don't have too many vehicles clogging up their driveway." Peter finishes. He hears Derek's acknowledgement as he hangs up.
Moving back to the seats he sits down beside the lovely Melissa. "You're Scott's mother?" She nods. "Fascinating, why haven't you been in John's pants before then?" Instead of the outrage he'd expected she just grins.
"I hear you make sinful cakes and what not?" Peter nods. "Make me something gooey and sweet, come over for a coffee one day and I'll tell you."
Peter shakes his head, stands as she does. "Oh I will, I like you." He says. Melissa laughs.
"I like you too Peter Hale, one of the reasons why is because from what I've seen so far, you're good for John. But," She leans up and busses his cheek now. "You break his heart and I'll break you." Peter steps back from her and sits down again.
"Acknowledged." He answers grimly, then his face morphs into a teasing grin. "Gooey and sweet? When do you want to eat me then?"
Melissa buries her face in her hands and laughs for several seconds. "I have to get to work. You swing both ways don't you?" She asked in the next breath, Peter sees she's blushing as she asks.
"I do, so does John in case you were wondering." She nods.
"That I already knew." She shakes her head back and forth. "Batteries, I need batteries." She looks at him as he laughs loudly.
Shaking her head Melissa steps back. She looked down at him for a few moments and then with a firm nod she continued on to work.
Turning back she spoke loudly. "Give Stiles my best, tell him I won't tell Scott." Peter nods and settles in to wait.
Derek arrives within the hour and they go in to see Stiles. He is groggy from the anaesthetic and barely understandable. Peter takes his leave and goes back home where he picks up what he'd been planning to make for dinner and takes it to the Stilinski's.
He lets himself in with Derek's key and starts to prep dinner. He checks Stiles' room and straightens it and makes the bed, the sheets were already fresh he knew. He texts Cora to tell her Stiles came through the surgery okay but that the Sheriff had been called in to work so she should come here for dinner if she was coming home.
She texted back she was catching a movie and for him to give Stiles her love. She also said she hadn't mentioned his surgery to anyone. Peter frowned wondering why Stiles hadn't mentioned it to anyone either. He wondered if Stiles had been teased at school for being uncircumcised. Probably. Children were cruel, very cruel. He should know, he'd been one.
After finishing prepping for dinner and dessert Peter is washing his hands when his phone rings. It's Derek, Stiles is ready to be released. "I'm on my way, meet you at the entrance so I don't have to park?" He questions. Derek acknowledges and Peter hangs up.
Walking out the door he calls John. "He's just been released, I'm on my way to pick he and Derek up now."
"Thank you, I don't know how to repay you." John sounds harried.
That Peter can help with. "Your mouth on my cock is a good start." He says in a sultry voice.
John inhales sharply. "I can do that, there is movement and then, "I'm a fan of your cock after all."
Peter snorts, "You're a fan of my cock piercing you mean."
Laughing John answers, "That too. Thank you Peter, for taking my mind off Stiles, just like you wanted to."
Huffing Peter says, "Well I obviously didn't do a good job if you knew what I was doing then did I?" He answers sarcastically.
"Ha, you did fine, but I'm not Sheriff for my pretty face you know." John answered as he hung up.
"Shit." Peter said to himself as he got in his car. He took a moment to rest his head on the steering wheel. "I am so screwed." He started the vehicle and backed out of the driveway.
A/N - For those waiting for Sheriff/Peter to be written. Yes I will be writing 'their' story, but in chapter ten of this story another couple came to the forefront and insisted their story needed to be told first. Which now I understand as their story helps Sheriff/Peter's story. Also, do Sheriff/Peter have a ship name? If so could someone please let me know what it is as I'm unaware being fairly new to the Teen Wolf (read Sterek) fandom.
