See Chapter 1 for all warnings

Oh and I've relented, there may be a touch of smut in this chapter, a tiny, tiny bit, blink and it's gone, lol


Forfeit

28 – Interlude 5 – Eighteen and Re-Homing Lost Puppies

My alarm is set, and it's a Saturday, but it's my birthday and I jump out of bed to run downstairs as I have a surprise on its way. Dad's already awake and is sneaking bacon, I swipe it off of him, "Hey dad."

"Stiles," his tone is dry as he watches me eat his contraband bacon. "Happy Birthday son."

"Thanks dad," I hug him and squeeze tightly.

And then the doorbell goes, "They're early," Dad says and goes to open the door, it's Derek, Isaac and Peter. Behind them I can see a big removals lorry, and then they're piling into the house.

"Happy Birthday," Isaac hugs me and picks me up off of the floor to spin me around.

I get a nod from Derek and a pat on my shoulder.

Then I get to greet Peter. I want to fling myself at him and climb him like a tree, instead I walk up to him, slowly, and take both his hands, he's smiling, his blue eyes crinkling at the corners, "Happy Birthday Stiles," and then we're hugging and resting our cheeks together, it's corny and sappy and I love it.

Finally I can live with my mate, either here or somewhere else and I'm hoping this is the surprise Peter mentioned.

Dad's watching us but doesn't say anything, not that he can, I'm legally of age now. But he's not that upset anymore either, I think Peter was right, telling dad was the right thing to do, it might have been a pain at the time and I never ever want to be separated from Peter for that long again.

Everyone's staring at me expectantly and then dad's holding out a little wrapped box with a bow on it, "Surprise," he says and I eagerly take it and open it to find two identical keys that look suspiciously like our front door key. I give a quizzical noise.

"We're moving in until the house is built," Isaac breaks first, "All three of us like a family."

I blink and then realise what he means, all three of them are moving in with us and I whoop loudly, "Seriously? All of you?" And now dad's blinking and staring at Peter, who's being smug at sneaking in to get his hot werewolf hands on me right under dad's nose.

Dad starts trying to backtrack having realised that Peter's moving in too but I'm jumping up and down and shrieking a bit like a girl. I lunge at Isaac to head dad off and because we've been pushing the 'Pack being like a family' angle to dad, "Dude that kinda makes us brothers, I always wanted a little brother!"

"But I'm older than you," Isaac points out, "And I'm taller."

I ignore it to hug him more and ramble about plans we can make to spend time together, even though I know he'll end up ditching most of them to spend time with Scott, but who cares because I also have Derek here.

Dragging Isaac over to Derek I hug the grumpy wolf and crow about movie marathons, and 'borrowing' the keys to his Caramo to do the groceries and how I might accidentally go the long way around there and back. He sighs, wiggles his eyebrows to tell me no on the Camaro, and accepts the hug grudgingly.

I somehow get the pair of them over to Peter and I turn this into a group hug as I wax lyrical on how awesome it is that he's moving in too and this is perfect for us, but how there is no way he's going to get all of his clothes into our room and still fit us in there.

"I know that," he snorts, "I've set up a rotation system and the things I'm not using are going into storage," his arm is warm around my waist. "I'm also looking forward to hot water and a roof over my head that doesn't leak."

"Um…" Dad is hovering so I snag him and pull him into the hug, he's trying to exclude Peter, I just know he is, I haven't been patiently waiting and being good for months to let this go without a fight.

"Thanks dad," I kiss his cheek as I shamelessly emotionally guilt trip him and manipulate him, "I know how hard this must be for you after mom, but I'm glad you expanded our family, I get two brothers out of this, to add to Scott, and it's nice not being the youngest now Isaac's here."

"I'm still older," Isaac tries.

"I'd give up now," Peter tells him, "He's going to keep it up until you admit to being the younger brother, then he'll boss you about, though he'll probably let you borrow his Xbox when Scott comes over," oh how my mate knows me well.

"Fine," Isaac sighs, "Stiles is the older brother, even though he's younger than me and shorter than me."

I just smirk and bask in being allowed to have part of my Pack here, a part of my Pack that has Peter in it.

"Oh and I brought breakfast for you both," Peter lets me go to pick a bag off the floor, it's a set of take out waffles, "I made a special honey blended syrup so that Jon can have syrup on his," its amusing to watch dad blink at Peter using his first name like he has a right to do so and then his eyes zero in on the syrup.

We end up eating at the table while the three werewolves carry in various pieces of furniture and then I can hear them upstairs emptying the spare room with ruthless efficiency. From the furniture that passed me I think Derek and Isaac are sharing a set of bunk beds, and I smirk to myself at the many innuendos Peter and I can come up with that involve who tops in that room.

We're in the middle of our waffles when the rest of the Pack turn up and let themselves in, after they swarm me and give various congratulations the teens vanish up the stairs to help, while Chris and Melissa sit at the table with us.

I get them some coffee and we ignore the bangs, thuds and yells coming from upstairs.

To think when this all started Peter was an insane murderous Alpha werewolf, Chris was trying to kill Scott, Derek kept getting accused of murders he didn't commit, and no one was talking to anyone else, we've come far in such a short time.

It isn't until I've finished my excellent breakfast that I find out I'm banned from going upstairs. They want me to see the finished article and not the mess, I can imagine that Peter is in his element right now bossing people around and snarkily fighting with Lydia over colours or placement.

Melissa rummages in her bag and to both my and my dad's horror she places a very big packet of condoms on the table and a giant tub of lube, "Congratulations Stiles, I'm proud of you for waiting this long," Chris and my dad's faces are twitching, "Oh and your dad is having a sleepover at mine while Derek and Isaac are camping in the forest with the rest of them tonight. Happy Birthday."

Dad is spluttering and turning a strange colour so I scoop up the supplies hug Melissa and thank her, "Thanks, though I'm not sure if we're at that point just yet," we nearly totally are, "I'll hold on to them for later, there's no hurry," there is, but dad is calming down again.

"I wish Allison had been that patient," Chris mutters and Melissa nods too, they may have no choice but to accept it with their kids yet it doesn't stop them wishing Scott and Allison had taken it a bit slower.

Parents.

At the moment I think I'm going to be the cool dad who lets our kids spread their wings, but I have a feeling that when I am actually a dad, I'm going to turn into one of those that bubble wraps their kids and washes them in antibacterial wash if they so much as sneeze.

No ones told me the plan for today and I attempt to sneak it out of the adults at the table, they aren't budging, it does pass the time though and then I'm lead upstairs by Lydia to the spare room which does have bunk beds in it, oh my god, so many jokes, and a few other bits of furniture. They are going to paint it at some point, I just think they're happy to have a roof that works.

"Awesome," I grin at them all this is just the start. When the house is built I'll be moving in there and one by one they'll all come to live with us. The bonds of pack will reel us in so I may as well get used to it.

I'm tempted to put a sigh about lost puppies and re-homing but I'll annoy Derek with that later.

My, no our, room has been transformed too. Gone is my bed and my computer table, replaced by a big double bed and a table both of us can use at the same time. Peter's left my few bits and bobs alone and he's filled my drawers and wardrobe to bursting point.

"Also awesome," I crow and then sit on the bed, "Best birthday ever."

"It's not over yet," Peter says, "Go shower, get dressed, we're all going out for the day," and then they all bolt for the stairs, even Peter.

Quickly showering and then scrubbing myself again, after all there are sexy times coming up some time soon, I wrap a towel around me and sneak to my, no our, room.

Peter must have come back up because the jeans he bought me are on the bed as is a shirt I've never seen before and my Beacon Hills hoodie. Dressing and snagging my wallet I get downstairs to find Scott having a bigger freak out about the present his mom got me than my dad did.

Swiping the condoms and lube I roll my eyes at him, "Dude relax, there's no hurry to get around to those kind of things, we'll get there when we get there."

Nodding Peter adds, "See I told you, it's up to Stiles, I want to make him happy, and pressuring him isn't the way to do it," I add my own nods and love the way that Peter knows we are getting something on tonight, because we've already talked about this, and I know at the very least I'm getting a blow job off of him. Putting my present away in our room, for later, when we're alone, I get ready to have a great day with my Pack until then.

I really hope the bad luck fairy stays away for this birthday. No more salamanders on my birthday cake, no loss of electricity, and plenty of Peter.

My day ends up being excellent.

They take me to pitch and putt. All of us, including dad, Melissa and Chris. I don't win on the way round but who cares, we have footage of Derek, the little golf club, the ball, and the windmill. Once we stopped snapping pictures and videos it only took twenty minutes to free him.

We have a picnic in the park and predictably we have lacrosse sticks so we can throw balls around. Peter produces a Frisbee and as much as they pretend they don't enjoy it people have a blast. I also have fun with the dog jokes. Dad catches a difficult throw and proves you can do tricks with Frisbees.

We even feed the ducks on the lake and I laugh so hard I cry as the little quacky things chase Scott around, he's tries to growl at them under his breath but they're not listening to him.

They also booked us to go bowling. We bowled, we heckled each other, we cheered at strikes, we laughed at gutter balls, in short we had an awesome time.

Food was at a restaurant that didn't know what hit them as we breezed in for our table booking. It was a large round table and none of us stayed still, we shifted seats all the time to talk to different people, we ate far too much, and we stayed until closing time.

Scott is taking my jeep to ferry people to the camp site, Jackson's finally traded in his Porsche for something resembling a minivan, I still can't believe he did that, he's put most of us on the insurance too so we can drive it. And Allison has her dad's SUV for more people.

"Bugs," Lydia is whining in my ear, "I am enduring bugs for you Stilinski, you had better have a great night, and I want details, lots of details. And if he hurts you I will neuter him for you."

"Thanks Lydia," I hug her and push her towards Jackson, "Though you'll be bored with the details and have fun with the bugs tonight!"

I think I've fooled all of the teens, they honestly think we've waited this long and I'm not going to jump Peter the first moment I can, this could be a very good ongoing joke, as long as we don't run into any unicorns I might get away with it.

Derek waggles his eyebrows and I pull faces at him, he knows I'm not going to be a good little boy tonight and his cell phone is on if I need anything. He holds up his keys and passes them to Peter saying, "Don't let him drive, I'll see you tomorrow."

Apparently we're driving the adults home, or in the case of dad to Melissa's.

Obediently we all hop into the Camaro and Peter drives sedately to the nearest gas station, he fills the car up and hands me the keys, "I thought you might like to go the long way home."

Possibly the only other thing the gas station attendant heard as we peeled out on to the road was a loud scream of, "AWESOME!"

An hour later we drop Chris off and then meander to drop dad and Melissa off, I fuss over dad and make sure he checks he has everything, then I tell him I'll leave my cell phone on just in case, "Stiles," he hugs me, "Who is the parent here? And I'll be fine."

"Okay," I hug him harder, "I'm going to finish taking Derek's car for a spin," I dance down the path to the Camaro.

Peter and I wave as we drive off, I'm heading in the wrong direction for home to put dad's mind at ease then I use my knowledge of the roads to get us home in record him. Peter's laughing at me as we walk up to the house.

We close up the house and check the windows are locked before we go upstairs, and while I'm eager to do this with him, I'm nervous too, we've always stopped short of too much during our research sessions.

His arms are warm as we stand in our room and he nuzzles my neck, "We really don't have to do anything," he tells me, "We can defer any expectations to another time, there really isn't any pressure here."

"I'm fine," I tell him and kiss him, "Though I reserve the right to chicken out at any point."

"Done," he kisses me back and we fall to the nice new shiny bed kissing and cuddling. It's nothing we haven't done before but this time when he kicks his shoes off I know they're going to be there in the morning. When he takes our coats off and flings them at the new computer chairs they'll be waiting for us when the sun comes up.

Every other time we've done this I've been impatient, this time I'm savouring it, each kiss, the way his hands slide up and down my back, occasionally they squeeze my ass and I buck into him, we both moan then as our cocks rub for a second or two.

I'm burning with lust and detachedly cataloguing everything, every hitch of breath, each muscle clench. How our legs twine together and how wide his pupils are already, he groans softly and I take the opportunity to slip my tongue into his mouth, now I know what I'm doing I can make him whine in the back of this throat, which he does and his eyes are firmly shut as I ravage him to the best of my knowledge.

Tugging on his shirt I murmur, "Off," at him and the contrary werewolf simply starts unbuttoning my shirt and then he kisses my throat and follows the swiftly opening shirt down my stomach licking and kissing as I whimper, "Peter, god, that's feels so good," he smiles into my stomach and sucks just a little so I buck under him.

"Hmm, but you taste so good I'll have to lick you all over," he's gazing up at me all predatory and I whimper again, scrabbling at my shirt to get it off so he can follow up on that promise.

Once my shirt is off I go for his and try to mimic what he did, he doesn't fight, he lays back and lets me kiss down his chest to his werewolf abs, which I might spend some time licking before I get his shirt off of him.

I've seen glimpses of his body through tears and rips in his clothes but he's muscled, enough that it's defined, and there's no body hair, which isn't fair. My own body is fairly scrawny, my biceps are awesome but my chest isn't, and I have a smattering of hair that trails down to my jeans and under them.

He's staring at me and for a second I worry I'm not good enough but then he's snarling, "Fuck," and he rarely swears, "Why do you wear baggy clothes? So perfect," his hands are reaching towards me making grabby motions and I fling myself at him as I revel in my sexiness.

We tussle on the bed and the sensation of skin on skin is amazing, I let my hands roam all over him and he's doing the same. The need and want for him is building up as we kiss and then he's pushing me down on the bed, "Please, Stiles, let me, just this one time, I really want to."

I have no idea what he wants but I trust him, he can never hurt me, so I nod and he attaches himself to the side of my neck working on giving me a hickey. We've had to be so careful up until now and he's going to town marking me. Raking my fingers through his hair I concentrate on not cumming in my pants and I let him drive me crazy.

With the chocolate fudge cake I was hamming it up to make him hot, now he's wringing noises out of me and then his mouth travels south to lock onto my nipple I suddenly get why women enjoy their boobs being touched, "Peter, god, yes," he has to pin me to the bed as I arch off of it.

My fingers tighten on his hair and hold him there needing more from him, he growls deeply and then sucks harder, the graze of teeth as he nips my nipple makes me shout.

He goes for the other nipple and I guide him to it, "Yes, yes, Peter, god, yes," he circles it with his tongue, the teasing bastard, "Peter, do it, fuck, please, come on," and then he takes it in his mouth and I nearly bite my tongue as I writhe under him.

Slowly he starts down my chest towards my stomach and he asks, "Can I give you that blow job?"

"Oh my god, yes," I squeak out and I get to watch as he licks his way down, he laps at my belly button and mock bites me, he doesn't even leave a mark on me and when his hands land on the waistband of my jeans I think I stop breathing.

"Hmm, I'm going to have to buy one of those chocolate sauce pens," he's teasing me again, lifting the edge of my jeans and running his fingers underneath but he's not taking them off. "I'll spend a day playing connect the dots with your freckles and I'll lick the sauce off afterwards," he smirks and flicks his tongue over some of my freckles and moles.

"Urgh," I whole-heartedly agree with his future plans.

And then he's snapping the button of my jeans open and oh so slowly tugging the zip down. His hands are on hips and I tilt them so he can pull my jeans and underwear off in one smooth move.

I have got to learn how to do that.

He even gets my socks off.

My dick is swollen and defying gravity while leaking like crazy and I can see his chest heaving as he breathes me in, he licks his lips and he's eyeing me up like I'm lunch, oh god I'd better be lunch.

Peter manages to get his own clothes off in record time and there's a small pack of lube in his hand, he sees me staring and shrugs, "I was hopeful we'd do something tonight, I really want to finger you as I suck you, and I know your dad is going to check the seal on that giant tub of lube."

"Sneaky," I compliment him and he covers one finger in lube and curves his body around so I've still not seen his cock. I spread my legs for him and he rewards me by licking a stripe up my cock and, "Oh my god!"

Chuckling he does it again and again. I'm barely aware of anything else and then there's a tight burning in my ass and Peter's finger is inside of me. Considering he's never been with a guy before he finds my prostate really quickly and nudges it, my hands fist the bed and he chuckles darkly.

His other arm is flung over my stomach and holds my hips down as he laps at the tip of my cock. He takes his time torturing me with it. Wetting his lips he lifts up and then takes the head of my dick in his mouth and just like my nipples he sucks and I thrash on the bed sobbing because the bastard is destroying me.

"Peter, god, fuck, yes, argh," there's a pressure building in my balls and when his finger moves in time to his suckling I'm nearly undone. Trying to stave off the inevitable I babble Shakespeare, I know I'm reciting whole verses of Sonnets and I may repeat number 60 the most and compare him to a summer's day in a breathy voice that cracks and moans.

He's working his way down my dick getting more and more in his mouth and I can't hold off my longer, there's enough reasoning left to tap him on the shoulder and he rolls his eyes to me, "Peter, I'm gonna…" he nods and then sucks harder, and I yell his name as I climax into his mouth, his finger rubbing my prostate and my vision fills with stars.

Blissed out I lay there and catch him smirking at me, he waits for me to give him all my attention and then he swallows. "Holy crap, Peter!" I moan at him and his smirk gets bigger.

He lays down next to me and I finally get to see his cock, he's bigger than me and he's very veiny, he's dark with all the blood that's rushed there and he's leaking heavily too. At the base of his dick he's already started to swell with his knot.

From some very embarrassing conversations with Scott and then also Jackson I know Peter is very close to his own climax, "Dude you liked doing that," I murmur awed, "I have got to try that with you," he whines and shudders beside me as I reach down to wrap my hand around him.

Its similar to me but thicker, hotter, and I pump him slowly enjoying the weight of him in my hand, I've never touched another guy's dick before and I'm totally into it. "Peter, you feel amazing," I scoot closer to him and my other hand goes around his knot, I squeeze it and he bucks into my hands shooting out precum all over my stomach.

"Oh yeah, I am gonna rock your world, Happy Birthday to me," I gloat and tighten both of my hands cutting off his snarky comment by pumping him harder, I get to see his eyes flicker back and forth from blue to amber and in a very short space of time he's rocking into my hands and then he growls out his first climax. My conversations with Jackson were very in depth and we will never ever speak of them again, but I know how to twist and tug at his knot to make him orgasm again in seconds and this time he howls as copious amounts of cum flood out to splatter over my stomach chest and he gets several lines of it on my face.

Collapsing onto the bed he shudders and pants as I hold him through his own afterglow.

Curious I dip my finger in the cooling congealing mess and lick it. It tastes like mine but with a something that's all Peter. A Peter who is watching me and groaning.

Getting our breaths back we lay there contentedly, normally my ADHD would be kicking me but I'm dozing happily. We do make, what was supposed to be a short trip to the shower to wash, but Peter in bubbles and being all slippery sidetracked me so much we had to give each other hand jobs, so ten minutes stretched out to thirty, but on the plus side I fell asleep curled up with him very easily.

The following morning is spent kissing and lazing and ends up in the shower with a bubble covered slippery Peter howling as I squeeze his knot for the third time.

I can see we're going to need our own shower in the new house at this rate.

Peter positions the big tube of lube on our bedside table so anyone can see it and see that it's unopened, he's scheming so I leave him to it. We're planning on fingering and moving up to multiple fingers before actual sex, he can get away with nothing when he cums inside of me, I'll have to wear a condom in case I kick start his cycle and he ends up pregnant.

I'm flipping pancakes when the Pack and dad turn up, we'd text them to let them know we're awake, and we get to sit and grin at each other as a few of them slope off upstairs.

They find the unopened lube just as Peter wanted and dad is relaxing while the teens are confused, I wonder how long we can pull this off for, they seem to have the misplaced idea we did nothing last night, Peter muddies the waters by mentioning me reciting Shakespeare and how moving it was.

And then Derek stomps into the house having checked his car and he snarls, "STILES!"

"Dude, do you want bacon?" I ask innocently. His eyebrows wiggle at me and I can't help laughing at him, "Your car was awesome, and you should see how she can corner," his face darkens so I point to my dad, "Hey I obeyed all speed limits, dad was in the car he can back me up."

"He did obey the speed limits," dad nods and filches bacon off of Scott's plate when he's not looking.

I serve up pancakes and extra bacon for Derek, "Thanks," I give him a one armed hug, "That was an awesome ride for my birthday, you're a great big brother," then I give him a giant kiss on his cheek. Derek freezes in place and then flushes.

"You're welcome, though if you ever do that to my car again," he pauses.

"You'll rip his throat out with your teeth," the Pack choruses, it's a common enough threat from Derek and he blinks then grumbles about us as he eats his pancakes.

I sit next to Peter and bask in our Pack. And when all the others leave to go home I get three lost puppies to stay and be re-homed with me until we can build our own place.

And to think this thing with Peter started out as a forfeit when in reality I won the main prize.


A/N: Sorry for any and all mistakes, I've tried to catch those I could, but I'm only human.

Okay so maybe the smut was a bit longer than advertised, and I blame 'no pen names left' for the shower and the bubbles and the slippery Peter kink.

PS just one chapter to go...