- Friday 28 December 2012.
Stiles was at home doing nothing but lounging lazily in the couch downstairs when he heard a knock at the door, thinking it was Isaac because Scott just doesn't knock, he moved to the door and pulled it open, his expression lighting up immediately. "Peter! What are you? Are you crazy?" he reached out and pulled the man inside the house, locking the door behind them.
When he turned around, Peter was right there, grabbing him and pulling him close with just the right amount of force to make Stiles suddenly hungry. His hand reached up and Pulled Peter's head down, connecting their lips in a deep kiss. Peter groaned, returning the kiss with just as much urgency. When they pulled back to catch their breaths, Peter chuckled softly, whispering. "I missed you too. And i swear i didn't come to rendezvous on your dining table."
"Derek already beat you to that." Stiles replied with a chuckle of his own, pressing a peck to Peter's lips. "So why are you here? And where's Derek?"
"He went out of town."
"Oh so it's just me and you."
"Yes but no need to be nervous. We've been -"
"Oh get it out of the gutter will you?"
Peter grinned, leaning down to pick Stiles into his arms effortlessly, causing the boy to squeal. "Peter! What do you want to do? We have all day before my dad comes back from work."
"What i want to do is to just be with you for the day."
"Because you love me."
"Because it's too quiet in the loft but yeah that too." Stiles jabbed at his ribs the moment he set him down on his feet.
"I have an idea. Why don't we go shopping? I mean, I don't have money but you do right?"
"That depends. I'll only agree to buy flavored condoms, more lube, a BDSM kit, a butt plug. Or two, a-"
"Yeah i get it. You can only invest in sex. But what about Derek?"
"He's my nephew. Of course I'll do anything for him. I'll do anything for him."
"Seriously, stop saying that. And good, because we're decorating his loft."
"You're joking. Derek will flip shit if he walks in."
"Not if we make it homey. I think like you, he's afraid of having a home. So me and you, Peter, we're going to create a home for Derek. And we're going to make him love it."
Peter mulled over the thought, staring at Stiles intently for a while before asking, as if still uncertain. "How do you plan on doing that?"
"We'll start with the walls. You'll pick one for decors you like, I'll pick one for my favorite things and we can pick one for Derek's favorite things. What do you think he likes aside grumpy cat?"
"Fast things. Like fast sex, fast sex, fast sex, fast sex, fast-"
"Okay you made your point but we're not going to have pictures of gay threesomes on the wall of our loft where we receive visitors."
Peter noticed the used of the word our and we and smiled to himself. Derek would sure be happy if he had heard that.
"So fast things... Maybe fast cars? He's not a bike person but he has driven some amazing cars in the past."
"That's true. So Derek's wall gets a hip hop-ey kind of feel, you get the comic-con feel and i get the predators' wall."
"What's a predator's wall?"
"Wall of creatures. Paintings and large posters of predatory creatures which are believed to only be mythical. But of course we know better."
"Alright Derek's wall is bound to be black to a degree. What color goes well with black in making a room cheerful?"
"There's orange, lemon green, sea blue, sky blue, magenta, pink, purple, violet, did I mention yellow?"
"But all those colours are likely to make Derek hate the room and never want to spend time in there." Stiles frowned.
"Or we could have a red, white and black themed room." Peter supplied after a while, making Stiles perk up. "The ceiling and furniture can be white. Or at least the ceiling and carpet. And the walls can be alternate colors of red and black."
"That's brilliant! That means if Derek takes a black backdrop, then the wall opposite his would be black too."
"Exactly."
"Come on, let's go. We're going in my jeep." Stiles stood up, too excited to even change clothes.
"We have to stop by the bank first."
"Do you really have to keep your money there?"
"Well, yes. Once robbed, twice shy. Who knew what else i told to whom while i was in a coma."
Stiles chuckled, practically dragging Peter out behind him.
They had finally decided to have Derek's theme be the back of the room, leaving the front fore the younger wolf to Decorate when he got back, after choosing both red themed walls. Stiles' wall had the door that led to the kitchen but aside that, every poster, mostly abnormally large so the room looks collected and not like a teenager's room and Peter's wall had paintings of the wildest of beasts which he seemed to know exactly where to get at.
And Derek's wall had nothing musical but a large poster of the world's fastest cars. All in black, a small portion at the top corner had a picture of grumpy cat glaring down at the loft which Stiles had thought to add.
Stiles rolled on the floor, curling up into Peter's side exhausted from all that work and Peter's arm moved around him just as lazily. It was late but they were both too exhausted to care.
