Connecting With The Whole
AUTHOR: DJDarkPixie
SHOW: "Teen Wolf"
TIMELINE: Let's just say "Future"
PREMISE: Sequel to "When Your Soul Cries Out" and "Lucky Valentine", same Universe, no Lydia or Allison. Derek and Stiles are engaged, Danny & Jackson are a couple, Scott finds his mate in Ted, Danny's date from their winter formal. Everyone is/will be a wolf.
CATEGORIZATION: SLASH; M/M; Stiles/Derek "Sterek", Danny/Jackson "Dax", Scott/Ted "Tott", humor, angst, romance, fraternity, supernatural, spirituality, charity, death, murder, mayhem, super smut, perhaps a 3-way, perhaps not. Yes, a tease. You know who you are and you love it. Might even be some cotton candy in pink of course!
DISCLAIMER: All references to the show "Teen Wolf" are owned by MTV and only this plot and alternate universe belongs to me, well, I inherited it from my partner in crime, Blooboy70.
A/N: Thank you to everyone who reviewed/commented/alerted on the last chapter. For those who make their own brews at home please let me know if I got anything wrong. I just started my own and it's really good. Everything Stiles uses I have used. My root beer was awesome!
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Chapter 12 – Black Cherry Goodness
(Cont'. from Ch. 11: Ted lifted his shirt, his sculpted abs bright white in the afternoon sun. A gasp was heard from the pack. "Oh my gods," Stiles whispered. "Look at that!"
Ted looked down and there it was; like a soft steady nightlight. His navel was glowing a sky blue. He looked at Scott who was just staring into his eyes. "Ted," Scott spoke up. "My wolf already knows you are our mate."
Ted looked at his uncle who smiled and nodded his confirmation. Ted slowly looked at his stomach, touching it to see if he was dreaming. "It's real," he whispered. He looked up at Scott and smiled and looked around the look of amazement on his face shining across the pack. "Does this mean that…" he looked at Scott.
"Yes, Ted, it does," came a soft voice behind him. Jean kissed him on the top of his head. "Scott and you are mates.")
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Scott reached out toward Ted and stopped before making contact with his stomach. He looked into Ted's eyes silently asking permission. Ted nodded almost imperceptibly. Scott bit his lower lip and edged his hand forward slowly. He gingerly touched Ted's soft skin and felt a shiver course through his arm at the contact. Ted shivered too and met Scott's gaze as his skin got goose bumps; not from cold but from nerves. He smiled and Scott smiled back. He looked down and saw Scott's hand gently and softly explore his stomach feeling the skin.
"Huh," Scott said quietly. "I guess I thought it might feel warmer somehow." Ted just bit his own lip at the contact. He reached down and touched his own abs noticing too that the blue glowing skin felt exactly the same as the other skin.
Ted put his hand on Scott's and they stopped and looked into each other's eyes. Ted dropped his smile and noticed that Scott's face became serious. He pressed down on top of Scott's hand as he took half a step forward. Scott felt his heart start to race as he saw Ted's eyes flicker to his mouth and then back to his eyes. He saw Ted lick his lips unconsciously. He knew what was happening despite not being able to move feeling like his feet were anchored. Ted leaned in as he closed his eyes catching Scott's mouth on his. He reached out with his other hand to caress Scott's neck and pulled him deeper into the kiss. Scott let out a soft moan and felt the blood surge to his crotch and his heartbeat pounding in his ears. He heard Ted's heartbeat and it had quickened as well. They kissed passionately and deep lost in each other's arms. They forgot they weren't alone.
Derek coughed, clearing his throat. "Eh, hmm… If you two are going to stand there and suck face all afternoon we will meet you in the garage." Stiles looked over and smirked. He motioned to the pack and their guests to follow him out the back door toward the garage.
Scott ran his hand up Ted's smooth torso under his shirt feeling the soft and silky skin beneath his fingers tremble at his touch. He ran an index finger over one of Ted's perky nipples and Ted moaned softly into his mouth. Ted pressed his hips into Scott's, their burgeoning hard-ons exchanging heat through the layers of confining fabric. Scott swayed his hips trying to get friction. He pinched Ted's nipple and Ted yelped, pulling back.
"What? Did I hurt you? I didn't mean to…" Scott apologized.
Ted was flushed with embarrassment and had an apologetic look in his eyes. "No, no, you didn't do anything. It's just…" He looked down for a moment then looked Scott in the eyes. He saw Scott's eyes smiling back and he explained. "It's just that my nipples have always been very sensitive. They really are kinda like buttons for me. Some guys don't get anything from them but mine are like really sensitive. Like they are wired directly to my dick." Scott's eyebrows flew up and Ted's face got instantly red. "Uh, uh…" he stammered.
Scott laughed and winked. "Oh really?" he teased. He lunged for Ted trying to grab his chest. Ted yelped again and pulled away. Scott looked at him and put both hands up and made pinching motions with his fingers, chuckling.
"No!" squeaked Ted. He covered his nipples with both hands and ran out the door after the others. Scott gave chase laughing. They ran across the patio and Ted kept running past the others. "No, stop it, Scott!" he laughed.
"No way dude. You should have never told me. They're mine now!" he chided. He knew he was faster than Ted being a wolf but he did wonder if Ted were to fly how fast he would be. He saw Ted sprint past the pack and veer around the pool. Damn, he's fast, he thought. He gave a little more speed and caught up to Ted.
Ted quickly turned and saw that Scott had caught him so he instantly stopped and ducked, and Scott flew past nearly falling over. Ted quickly turned heel and ran back toward the group of people who had now stopped watching the two boys chasing each other.
"Ted ran track Scott, remember?" hollered Danny. "He won State two years in a row. He'll give you a run for your money even as a wolf."
"Is that true?" queried Derek.
"Yes, we tried to get him to try out for the lacrosse team but then he and Danny, well, you know, so he stayed in track." Jackson looked at Danny with a 'sorry' look on his face then over at Derek who realized it was better to be dropped.
"What's he doing anyways?" Stiles asked. "Why is he holding his chest and running?"
Patrick looked over at Jean and the two of them started laughing. Jean was laughing so hard she had to sit down in one of the nearby chairs. Just in time too as Ted jumped over her like she was a hurdle followed immediately by Scott.
Ted quickly cut again, losing Scott and ran toward Derek. Derek saw him coming toward him and his eyes got big. "Derek! Save me! Protect me from him!"
"He's not going to save you! You're mine!" yelled Scott in reply.
Ted ran behind Derek using him as a shield, turning and running around in circles trying to keep away from Scott. The two continued laughing. Scott was lunging at him with his fingers like a crab trying to capture a morsel. "No, stop!" "Yes, you love it!" "No, I'm serious!" "Sure you are!" "No I mean it." "You say no like you mean yes!" "Quit it!" "No, they're mine!"
"Holy crap Scott!" Stiles exclaimed. "Are you trying to play atomic titty twist with him?" He looked at Derek who was just standing completely still like a dad with two little boys running around him trying to evade each other. He looked over at Jackson and Danny who immediately covered their own nipples. "I'm not going to get you," Stiles stated smiling.
"Sure…" "Uh huh, right" they both replied not believing him. They all looked and saw Derek cover his own nipples protectively. "You too?" he said with exasperation.
"Scott, will you please stop; I'm getting dizzy watching you two," Derek asked. Scott didn't stop and kept chasing Ted acting as though he didn't hear him. When he didn't stop, Derek growled and all the pack members froze, even Scott. "Enough," Derek ordered. Ted stopped and pulled back not sure if it was a ruse and would soon be under attack again by Scott's grabby hands. He was out of breath but was smiling at Scott who wasn't sure if he should smile as Derek wasn't.
Patrick and Jean were still laughing at Danny, Jackson, Ted, and Derek all covering their nipples like Ted was. Stiles looked at them and began to smile at their laughing. "Ted, what's going on?" Stiles asked.
Sounding just like a little kid, "Scott won't leave me alone. He keeps trying to grab my nipples and I told him no." Scott gave him an impish grin. Patrick coughed and tried to quell his laughter.
"I don't see why that's so funny. Guys pinch each other all the time and tease in the locker rooms. It's just something funny – it doesn't mean anything." Stiles looked as Jean fell off the chair laughing.
"Why is that so funny?" asked Derek in a serious tone. "Are we missing something?"
Patrick was finally able to catch his breath and tried to explain. "Well, I know we shouldn't laugh but…" he smacked Jean on the shoulder trying to get her to stop. "Fae are different."
Ted stepped forward with a nervous look on his face. "What do you mean different?" he asked. "What's wrong with us?"
Patrick got the sad look again but with Jean still laughing he tried not to be so glum. "There is a lot about being a faerie that you don't know Ted, and I'm sorry."
"You've already said that Uncle Patrick, fine." His voice got more anxious. "Is there something wrong with us? Is there something wrong with me?" He looked over at Scott who had a scared look on his face. The entire pack had dropped their hands and was looking at Patrick waiting to see his reply. He bit his lip and softly asked, biting his lip, "Is there something different or wrong with my," he hesitated again. "With my nipples?" Jean burst out laughing and tried to stifle herself. "Stop laughing at me!" he yelled.
In between her laughs, "Oh Ted, honey, I'm not laughing at you." More laughing. "It's just so cute and if you could see the look on your Uncle's face when you ran out of the house covering your nipples…" She coughed trying to stop her laughter.
"Well I'm glad you find my embarrassment funny. I can't help how sensitive my nipples are."
Patrick reached out and took Ted's hands into his own. "Ted, that's just it. That's it exactly. You can't help how sensitive the are because in male fae they are meant to be that way." He looked over at Scott then back to Ted. "Did you and Scott…" he swallowed. "Did Scott touch your chest?" Patrick looked at Scott whose eyes grew wide and Jean snorted into her hand that was covering her mouth.
Ted looked at Scott then back to Patrick to see that it was a serious question. "Yes," he replied softly.
"And um," his eyes darted around quickly. "Here, come with me." He pulled Ted toward the house going back inside. He closed the door leaving everyone else outside. He pulled Ted into the kitchen with a sigh. "Okay, shit this is difficult." He sighed and looked at the floor. "Fuck it," he said. "Okay, Ted. This is going to be more embarrassing for me than you so just answer me truthfully like… and it will be easier." Ted's eyes flicked around nervously.
"Uh, okay," he replied quickly.
Patrick ran his fingers through his hair and sighed again. "Okay. Ted, when you um, I mean did you ever, um, when sometimes, shit." He shuffled his feet, sighing again. "Fuck. Okay, Ted, when you jerk off do you sometimes play with your nipples?" His face grew bright red.
Ted's face got hot and he knew it must have been getting red. "Um, yeah, why is that bad?"
"No no, sweet boy. That's just it. Male fae have more sensitive spots than humans or wolves at least as far as I know." He saw a look of understanding begin to grow on Ted's face so he continued. "Okay, look. You know how, on your dick, you have that really sensitive spot just below the head on the underside of the shaft?" He saw Ted swallow and shake his head yes. "Well, that is a bundle of nerves that transmits a lot of energy so, of course, it's more pleasurable, right?" Ted nodded. "Okay, well, unlike humans or wolves, or female fae for that matter, that small bundle of nerves has a direct connection to the same place on our spines as the nerves from our nipples, and the nerves behind our belly button."
"So that's why they are more sensitive, because I'm fae?" Patrick nodded. "I thought it was just some fluke." Ted smiled. He looked at his Uncle and knew he could trust him. Unwittingly he lowered his voice. "Is that why when I play with them while I'm well, you know, that when I, um, shoot, that I go further than other times?" He was nervous at asking such personal questions but knew he could trust his Uncle.
"You mean like shoot yourself in the face or mouth? Or across the room?" Patrick asked, chuckling.
"Yeah, exactly! It's like ten times better. And when someone else is like biting them…" he quickly looked away.
Patrick put his hand on his nephew's shoulder and laughed. "Yes Ted, of course. I'm not stupid nor am I a saint. I've had a few men in my day and yes, you're right. It's even better when there is someone there. And when you love them it's even all the more better."
Feeling more comfortable with the conversation than before, Ted offered more information. "I know what you mean. I mean I thought I loved this guy before, but the sex was just so so. When he touched my chest sure it was hot but it felt like I was missing something." Patrick raised an eyebrow with a smirk on his face. "No, I mean I still got off. He's hot, I mean he was hot, but…"
Patrick smiled a knowing smile. "But Danny's no Scott, am I right?" Ted nodded, slightly embarrassed. "Ted, that's nothing to be ashamed about. It wasn't your fault or his. You weren't with your mate. You didn't know this at the time of course, but trust me." Patrick closed his eyes and paused, and Ted could see he was recalling something. "When you are with your mate, it goes from good to great and at times…" he opened his eyes. He leveled them on Ted with a serious look. "… At times it will be epic." He smiled.
A look of understanding came across Ted's face and he felt his heart start to beat a little faster. "So, the first time that Scott and I…." Patrick just nodded in reply. "Epic," Ted finished, smiling from ear to ear.
Patrick glanced out the window and saw the wolves watching them through the window. He saw everyone outside looking at Scott. Scott was grinning like an idiot. Fucking wolf hearing, he thought. I forgot about that. "Did you catch all that boys?" he yelled at the window. He saw all five wolves turn away pretending to not hear.
"They heard us, didn't they?" Ted asked embarrassed.
"Yeah, sorry about that," Patrick said. "I forgot they have super hearing. I'm sorry."
"It's okay," Ted said. "I mean, I'm sure they have little furry things that we don't know about yet." Patrick's eyes shot open and he smirked.
"From what I've seen of Scott, I doubt it's little." He looked at his nephew whose mouth was agape at his dirty statement.
Ted smacked him on the shoulder. "Uncle Patrick! Gutter mind!"
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After rejoining the pack and Jean, everyone continued on to the garage to see Stiles' sodaworks. He motioned at the various pots and pans and strainers and spoons. On the shelf above the large stainless steel table were various dark brown bottles of plants, barks, and seeds.
"Wow," exclaimed Ted. "It looks like an old-fashioned apothecary on that wall. Or a sort of warlock's wet dream!" He heard everyone laugh at the joke.
"Actually, you aren't that far off!" joked Jackson.
"Hey!" countered Stiles. "I'll have you know I take pride in my work and from the way you four guzzle them you know they are worth it."
All four of the wolves nodded. "I especially like the sarsaparilla," said Danny. "Scott loves the ginger ale, Jackson loves the black cherry, and Derek loves them all but I think he's partial to the strawberry cream soda."
"It's amazing," Derek said smiling at Stiles. He came up behind him placing his chin on Stiles' shoulder and kissed him on the neck. "I don't care if it has eye of newt and bat wings in it, it's delicious."
Stiles gave him a kiss on the cheek. "You wait until you try some Ted, I bet it will knock your socks off."
Patrick walked over with a brown bottle in his hands. "Is this real root beer Stiles?" he asked hopefully.
Stiles reached for the bottle and turned it on its end looking at a small mark on the bottom of the glass. "Yes, that's from three days ago. It's ready to drink now." He motioned to a large freezer chest to the left of the table. "Reach in there and get out a mug and pour yourself one."
Patrick went to the freezer and pulled out a frozen mug. Upon hitting the warmer air it instantly grew opaque with frost. "Oh, I can tell this is going to be good." He pulled down on the metal bar holding the ceramic stopper in against the rubber seal of the glass, and popped the top. It made a soft popping sound.
"Holy cow, Stiles," cried Ted. "Is that nutmeg I smell?"
Stiles smiled. "Of course. The mark of a true root beer is the skin of its foamy head and the nutmeg."
Ted took a mug from the freezer and motioned to Stiles. "May I?"
"Of course! Let's all have some. This batch is ready. I was going to make root beer floats later if anyone wants. I made the sweet cream ice cream last night."
Derek was purring. "I love your ice cream."
Stiles winked. "I bet you say that to all the boys," teasing.
Scott and Danny got the bottles and mugs for everyone setting them out on the table and pouring each bottle into a mug. They handed them out and everyone tasted it. It was delicious.
"Holy shit Stiles!" called out Ted. "Can I stay here forever?" He smiled at Stiles who just laughed. "What?"
Scott pulled Ted next to him. He leaned forward and kissed Ted on the mouth, licking away the foam mustache he had. "Mmmm…" he said softly looking at Ted with a wink.
Ted realized he had a foam mustache and blushed. "Sorry. It's just that it's delicious!" He took another swig. "Damn that's good." He looked at the bottom of the glass. "Is that…?" he trailed off. He drained his glass and reached into the mug to touch something that was stuck to the inner wall of the frosty surface. He pressed it in between two fingers smearing back and forth. He brought it up to his nose to sniff it. He pulled back with a big grin. "Is that…champagne yeast?" He was vibrating he was so excited.
Danny laughed. "Yes, Ted it is. Stiles swears it's the only kind he will use because it gives him…"
"The finest bubbles!" the rest of the pack finished in unison. Everyone laughed at the outburst.
Stiles' face was unchanged and he just looked at Ted ignoring their teasing. "Yes, Ted, that's right. It's champagne yeast. And yes, it's the best because it doesn't have a lot of sediment when decanted properly…" he glared at Scott and Danny for pouring too fast and not letting the yeast settle after being moved. "It has a very mild taste not like a beer or bread yeast and it produces much smaller CO2 bubbles than other strains." Derek snorted into his drink but Stiles continued ignoring them. "Do you like it?"
"What do you think?" Ted replied. "This is the best root beer I have ever had." He grinned and looked at Scott's mug but Scott pulled away shaking his head in a 'get your own' way. "I love root beer and most are just artificial or carbonate the water using CO2 cartridges but yours…. Yum-meeee!"
Stiles laughed. "I'm glad you like it. I'm making a new batch on Saturday. You can help if you like."
"Yes of course!" Ted resounded instantly. "I would love to!" He was bouncing in place and Scott was beaming. Stiles grinned big, pleased that everyone loved his work.
"Do you use licorice root and molasses or just sugar and sassafras?" Ted asked looking at all the bottles on the wall.
"Actually I use the oldest recipe I could find but I changed all the proportions and how I prepare all the barks and grasses so it's basically my own recipe." He motioned to Ted to come closer to the bottles and was taking them down one at a time explaining to Ted what they were and how he prepared them and the basics of making his root beer.
Everyone was smiling and making small talk and watched on with happiness as Ted and Stiles just rattled on about the various methods and ingredients in the complicated tincture. Not wanting to kill the mood but wanting to show Ted more Scott interrupted. "Stiles, can we show him the black cherry?"
"Oh my God, is it ready?" Jackson burst out. "Are you going to make ice cream too?"
Danny just put his hand on his mate's shoulder. "Jackson calm down, he made ice cream this morning while you and Derek were at the hardware store.
"Yes!" Jackson ran over to Stiles and hugged him from behind and kissed him on the cheek. "I love you, Stiles. Thank you!"
Laughing. "You're just like a little kid you know that?" teased Stiles. "You are welcome and yes, the black cherry ice cream is in the freezer. The soda should be ready too if you want to go and bring a bottle up from the basement." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small key and handed it to Jackson.
Jackson snatched the key and practically flew across the back yard and into the house to race down the basement stairs to where Stiles was aging the black cherry soda.
Stiles looked at Ted who had a strange look on his face. "Oh, the key?" Ted nodded. Stiles chuckled. "Well, it's his favorite and if I don't lock it up he'll drink it all before it's ready and then none of the rest of us will have it."
Danny came over and put his arms around Ted and Stiles. "Like the time we came out here to check on the cherry syrup you were cooking and the pot was missing?"
Ted's eyes grew big as his eyebrows flew up.
"Oh yeah, the whole pot. We had to sniff it out!" He laughed recalling the look on Jackson's face at being discovered. "You should have seen his face. He had a big spoon and was eating the cherries, pits and all, and was purple faced from ear to ear." Stiles and Danny laughed, as did Scott and Derek.
"Wait, but aren't black cherry pits poisonous?" asked Ted alarmed.
"Yes they are but when you cook them it deactivates the enzymes that turn into cyanide. But he's a werewolf so it wouldn't have mattered." Danny was smiling remembering his mate.
"But we didn't have any ice cream or soda for two weeks as he ate the whole freaking pot!" replied Scott.
"Hey I told you guys I was sorry," whined Jackson as he slid to a stop rejoining his pack mates and guests. "I can't help it. It's always been my favorite!" He grinned and handed the bottle to Jean who had an empty mug ready.
Derek walked over and messed up Jackson's hair. "It's okay Jackson, we forgave you. But we had to have that dandelion soda and… GAH" he shuddered recalling the taste. Danny, Scott, and Jackson joined him closing their eyes, shaking their heads trying to forget the experience.
"Hey," chirped Stiles. "I told you it was an experiment." He scowled at them all. "I told you it was meant more for medicine and less as a drink." Everyone was making choking and gagging sounds. "Screw you all," he huffed.
"Well, I have to admit," said Ted. "That dandelion soda may not sound very good but this black cherry is freaking amazing."
"I know, right?" chimed Jackson beaming. He was licking his lips waiting for a taste of the dark red goodness. "No mace, right?" he asked looking at Stiles. "You remember what happened that night of the party."
Stiles huffed. "Look it was you who wanted to use the nutmeg and mace raw in the mead not me. You did that to yourself."
"Don't remind me," Jackson replied shaking his head. "I still can't believe I wore white leather." **props to BoyOnStrings**
Ted laughed almost choking on his soda. "This I gotta hear," he said looking at Scott.
Scott just looked down pretending like he didn't know much of what was going on. "Uh, I don't remember too much from that night." Ted's eyes widened at the admission. "No mace, right Stiles?"
Derek looked at Stiles expectantly. "You too?" He huffed again in exasperation. "One time and they never let you forget it." He looked at the waiting faces looking at him. "Fine, no, okay, there's no mace in this one. It's safe, I promise." Derek clicked his jaw. "And no, no more experimenting with mead. My mad scientist days are over."
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