The bed was warm and cozy and Stiles just wanted to snuggle deeper under the covers. He was fucked out and ready to sleep for at least a few hours. But Derek was here. One part of Stiles' brain had registered that little fact but the majority of his brain chose to ignore it for now.

But then he remembered another little detail. Peter was here as well.

It still took Stiles a few more minutes to wake up enough to roll to his other side to find out what was going on. He almost smashed his face into Peter's butt.

"Why are you sitting in my face?" Stiles asked, totally ignoring the fact that Peter was almost sitting in the middle of the bed and that it was Stiles who for some reason was lying way too far down. Slowly Stiles came up to a sitting position to look around Peter's bare shoulder. He had put on his boxers but otherwise, he was naked. Just because it was right in his face, Stiles placed a kiss on Peter's shoulder blade.

Peter made a noise, telling him that this was not the right time for this, but he didn't turn around to look at Stiles. His eyes were fixed on Derek who was sitting at the desk. Dripping on the carpet. Stiles groaned.

"What did I tell you about carpets?" Stiles muttered not that it made a difference now, looked like Derek had been sitting there for a while.

Derek looked down as if only now he remembered that he was constantly dripping wet and not in a good way. At least he had the dignity to look sheepish.

For a second Stiles buried his face in Peter's back. All he wanted was to fucking sleep. He was sore, his neck where Peter had bitten him was on fire and he just knew that it would get worse once he tried to move for real. But looked like he had to take care of the carpet before he could go back to sleep. Great, just fucking great.

"I'll get some towels," Derek offered and got up. He would leave a new trail but that didn't matter at this point anyway. With a sigh, Stiles swung his legs out of the bed to sit next to Peter. His butt did not like that at all and he had to shift more to one cheek to sit somewhat comfortably.

"Man, you did a number on me." With his fingers, Stiles probed his neck. It was not bleeding any longer but he could feel the imprints of Peter's teeth.

"Are you okay?" Peter had a worried eye on him. Since Derek had left the room, he'd even dared to relax a bit.

"I'm good." Stiles let his head loll until his neck popped. "Listen, I have to go with him in a second here. You don't need to hurry, John won't be back home before ten in the morning. Take a nap, take a shower, whatever you want. Just close the door when you leave." Stiles leaned over to kiss him on the cheek before he hurried to gather his clothes.

Derek was back with the towels and together they took care of the puddle under the chair and then they were working their way backward out of the room and over to the bathroom. Peter was still sitting on the bed, watching them with interest but when they left the room, he followed them.

"Did it break your brain?" Stiles couldn't help but ask when Peter just stood there in his boxers. "Seeing Derek mopping the floor?" Okay, it was mostly Stiles mopping the floor but Derek was helping, Stiles had to give him that. It didn't seem to fit in Peter's view of the world.

"Is he actually going to take you with him?" Peter wondered.

"We could take the jeep." Stiles threw the towels into a corner of the bathroom for John to take care of them. "But my ass is not in the mood for a car ride. We're going to take the epressway." He pointed at the shower. He would have to walk back into town tomorrow to get his car but at the moment he didn't care. He was just tired and he wanted to go back to sleep as quickly as possible.

Out of his pocket Stiles got a Ziploc bag in which he stored his phone. He'd learned that lesson the hard way since cell phones had become a thing, Derek and electricity did not go well together.

"I'll text you tomorrow," Stiles said and stepped into the shower with Derek. Sometimes he did wonder how this looked like from the outside. From his point of view, he was standing in the shower, Derek laid a wet hand heavy on his shoulder, this time the one Peter hadn't maimed, and then everything became a blur. Next thing he knew was that he was at the bottom of the lake.

Stiles just wanted to curl up in Derek there, his presence was comforting, but he did push himself to the surface instead to lay out his clothes to dry and to get his phone to a dry place. Only then he dove back into the lake and into the soft embrace that was Derek.

"Did you have fun?" Derek asked.

"Yes. It was fun. Good fun." Down here it was easy to let go. "I think you scared Peter."

"He tried to protect you," Derek said as if he couldn't quite believe it.

"Because you're so big and scary," Stiles teased him but it was half-hearted at best. He yawned and let himself sink deeper into Derek.

When Stiles came up to the surface the next day it was late in the afternoon, the sun was already half-hidden behind the trees. Stiles checked his phone before he did anything else and found three messages from Peter.

The first one just casually asking how he was doing. Given how their date had ended, it didn't come as a surprise. Peter had sent this one in the early morning, a time he knew that it was unlikely that Stiles would answer. The second message sounded more worried and the last one was just a Call me.

Stiles did take the moment to get dressed, his clothes had dried over night, at least that, before he flopped down on his bed and called Peter.

"Are you okay?" Peter answered after the first ring.

"I'm fine." Stiles stretched out. Sadly the soreness was gone along with the mark on his neck. He would have liked the marks Peter had left on him to linger but in that regard, he was similar to a werewolf. When he went into the lake, his body regenerated itself. However, last night was still lingering in his bones. He had healed but things like that tended to last longer.

"Did Derek …," Peter started but didn't seem to know how to end the question.

"I don't know what it looks like when he drags me through the pipes," Stiles admitted. "But I can assure you, it doesn't hurt or anything. It only lasts a second anyway."

"I don't like it."

Stiles wasn't a big fan of it either but there was nothing he could do about it.

"Where are you?" Stiles changed the topic.

"In the car, just dropped off Emily for her guitar lesson," Peter answered and didn't push the other topic. "I have some time to kill."

"Would you mind giving me a ride? My car's still at John's."

Half an hour later Stiles climbed into Peter's car.

"What?" He asked when Peter looked him up and down. "I told you, I'm fine."

Peter studied him for a moment longer but then he started the car.

"Your neck." Peter gestured over to where he'd bitten him last night. "It's gone."

"Sorry to disappoint you but you can't mark me for long." Stiles leaned back in the seat. This was way nicer than his old jeep, not that he would trade his jeep for anything but it was nice.

"How does it work?" Peter tugged at the collar of Stiles' shirt to check that indeed the bite mark was gone. Stiles didn't want to end up in a ditch so he leaned over to let him have a look at the smooth skin. "You didn't start healing right away. It was still fresh when Derek showed up last night."

Which had been quite a while after Peter had bitten him.

"Are you analyzing me?" Stiles asked, amused. But then he answered: "I heal when I'm with Derek."

"So you have a very short time until Derek comes to get you and once you're with him, you heal," Peter said, clearly filing away the information. "What happens if you die?"

"I'm already dead," Stiles said, looking out of the window. "What about you? Hope you didn't leave the house in a mess, John would kill me and then he would never allow me to have somebody over ever again."

Turned out that Peter had taken the offer of a shower and he had even started the washing machine with the towels before he'd headed out. And he'd made sure to close the door properly.

"You're going to be John's favorite son-in-law," Stiles joked. "At least you'll be invited again, we still have quite some movies to watch. And the sex, I want all the sex with you, that was awesome, I'm addicted. I think I have a kink for werewolves. Do you think I have a kink for werewolves? Or is it just you?" He was rambling now but Peter just shook his head in amusement so Stiles rambled on until they reached John's house. The cruiser was in the driveway right next to Stiles' jeep so Peter parked on the street.

"Thanks for the ride." Stiles reached for the door but then he spotted the fur-ball from hell. "Crap."

He let go of the handle. Things had been good, he'd had awesome sex last night and he'd just had a nice chat with Peter, he was not in the mood for the little ankle biter.

"You." He pointed at Peter. "You're going to be a gentleman and escort me to the door. And you're going to scare away every threat coming my way."

Peter gave him a confused look but then he must have spotted Buttons.

"Scared of a little dog?" Peter teased but got out of the car and came around to Stiles' door.

"Milady." Peter offered his arm to him.

"You're impossible, you know that?" But Stiles took the arm and let Peter escort him to the front door. Buttons did growl at them from the distance but Peter growled right back and Buttons ran yipping.

"I should keep you around just for that." Stiles grinned after the dog.

"I have my qualities."

"I do appreciate your qualities in bed," Stiles told him for which he got growled at.

Since he was here, he should say hello to John real quick. Peter was about to leave him at the door but Stiles had nothing of that and dragged him with him when he entered the house.

John had only gotten home in the morning but Stiles knew that he didn't sleep well at day so sure enough, they found the sheriff in the kitchen, nursing what had to be his morning coffee.

"Wondered when you would show up to get your car." John set the cup aside to greet his guests. "Must have been a long night if you left it here."

"We fell asleep." Stiles shrugged and let John fill in the blanks himself. The way John was looking at him, he was trying really hard to not picture it in his head.

"Peter, hope Derek didn't scare you last night." John turned to Peter, ignoring Stiles for now. "He can be quite …" He scratched his forehead with his thumb, searching for the right word.

"Intimidating," Peter offered.

"Big, scary werewolf is intimidated by Derek?" Stiles teased. "I have to tell him that."

"I'm pretty sure he knows," Peter said.

"I was sleeping while you two were trying to glare each other to death. How would I know? But you don't need to feel bad for losing against Derek," Stiles assured him. "With those eyebrows of doom? He's pretty intimidating."

"Stiles?" John asked in a long-suffering tone that Stiles had learned to ignore. "Shut up."

Peter had to pick up Emily so he declined the coffee John was offering but Stiles took a cup quite happily, it was kind of morning for him as well.

He thanked Peter again for giving him a ride and showed him out the door.

"I take last night went well?" John asked when they were alone.

"Very well." Stiles almost purred to which John hurried to say that he didn't want to know. Then Stiles remembered something: "But he still owes me five hundred bucks."