They did have a movie night on Friday but before they got to the movie part Peter wanted to show him that Greek place he'd talked about the other day.
They agreed that Peter would pick him up at the lake, that way Stiles wouldn't have to worry about being stranded at the lake later with his car still in John's driveway.
With dinner first and movie later they wouldn't have much time for anything else before Stiles' time would be up. They would have to go for fast and dirty if they wanted to have sex before Derek showed up to bring him home but that was exactly what Stiles wanted tonight. It would help him to get the thoughts out of his head.
The restaurant was kind of fancy with a candle on the table and the napkin was actual cloth and not just paper. Stiles felt out of place but Peter seemed to be right at home.
"Relax," Peter gave him an easy smile to which Stiles fought the urge to flip him off. It did help to ease his mood, though.
The waiter offered Peter wine but since Stiles didn't have an ID telling that he was old enough to have a glass as well, Peter declined and just went with water.
"What happened to red wine to the Greek food?" Stiles teased but appreciated the gesture.
They had a three-course dinner and Stiles didn't know what he was eating but damn, it was good. He wanted to lick his plate.
They left the restaurant full and satisfied in a way only good food could archive.
Over at John's, everything was prepared for their movie night. Stiles suspected that it was some kind of dad thing, John was seeing a kind of son in him after all, but it might just be practical thinking. With the snacks, drinks, and everything already laid out, they didn't have to waste time with that and could start the movie right away.
The fact that he would meet Talia tomorrow had been constantly on the back of Stiles' mind, even over dinner when Peter had done his best to distract him with fun little anecdotes, but now he allowed himself to dive into the movie.
Most of the time he was studying Peter more than he was looking at the screen but he didn't need the visual to comment on what was happening. This was more about Peter than the movie anyway.
Like the other times, they talked about it afterward. Stiles wanted to know if Peter had enjoyed it and now with three movies under his belt, Peter was able to talk more about the Marvel universe as a whole, bringing in details from the previous movies to analyze this one.
Stiles had fun and he could talk about this for hours but a glance at the time told him that he didn't have hours.
"We have less than an hour," he pointed out. "And I want your dick up my ass before I have to leave."
"That's rather blunt."
"I don't have time for pleasantries." Stiles took the bowl of chips out of Peter's hand. Once that was at a safe distance on the table, he swung his leg over Peter's thighs to straddle him.
"I want to ride you, right here on the couch." Stiles ground his hips into Peter who was just sitting there, leaning against the back of the couch. He was looking up at Stiles with an amused expression.
"Do you now?" He raised an eyebrow at Stiles, a smile tugging at his lips.
"I do." Stiles ran his hands over Peter's neck and shoulder to get him on board with the idea. "And I warn you, I don't care if Derek shows up while I'm still riding you. So if you're not into exhibitionism, we should get on with the program."
"Would he wait until you're finished?" Peter had the gall to asked for which Stiles slapped him on the shoulder.
They did finish before Derek showed up but barely.
Stiles was still panting into Peter's shoulder, his ass out in the open and he was pretty sure that he was leaking come when Derek spoke up behind him. He must have a good view on everything but at the moment Stiles couldn't care less.
"Stiles," Derek said and if he was fazed by what he was seeing he didn't let it show.
"Just give me a moment," Stiles mumbled into the skin of Peter's neck. "Can you wait in the kitchen?" He didn't lift his head to confirm that Derek actually left the room.
"I think you're the one with the exhibitionism kink," Peter observed. They had pushed down Peter's pants just far enough to get his cock free, Stiles doubted that Derek had seen any dangling bits from him but he wasn't so sure about himself.
"Derek doesn't count." He didn't want to but Stiles pushed himself into a more upright position. "Better get cleaned up before he loses patience."
With only one leg in his pants, he waddled over to the bathroom to clean up and when he came back to the living room, he found Peter sitting on the couch with Derek in one of the chairs, talking quietly to each other.
"What's up?" Stiles asked and flopped down next to Peter. "You two becoming friends?"
Stiles had the suspicion that they had been talking about him but now the conversation had stopped.
"Time to leave." Derek stood and Stiles followed with a sigh.
"Let me see Peter out real quick."
Peter followed him to the door and didn't even hesitate to turn his back on Derek. That fact alone put a grin on Stiles' face.
"Sorry for the rude kick-out." Stiles took Peter's hand in his, playing with his fingers. He was not ready to let him go just yet but behind him, he felt Derek hovering.
"Don't worry," Peter assured him. "I'll come over to your cabin next time and we'll have all the time in the world."
"I'd like that." He wanted to say more but in the end, he just settled for: "See you tomorrow."
He kissed Peter on the corner of the mouth and then Peter left.
Stiles stood at the closed door for a second longer before he turned around to face Derek.
"You!" He pointed with his finger at him. "You were totally staring at my ass."
Derek didn't say anything to that, he just stood there in the dimly lit hallway, his face in the shadows.
"Stop just standing there, you look like the killer in a horror movie." Stiles pushed past him. "Help me clean up, I don't want John to get a heart-attack when he comes home."
They cleaned up and then Derek whisked them away through the kitchen sink.
At the lake, Stiles didn't come up again and he was tempted to just stay at the bottom of the lake for a while, maybe for a decade or two, just to not face Talia.
He'd seen pictures of her. She looked like a nice person and if he believed what people were saying about the Hale family, she was a good alpha under which the pack thrived. Not that the people in town used terms like pack and alpha but it was clear that Talia was well-liked and people thought highly of her.
Stiles still didn't want to meet her.
However, he did come to the surface and got dressed in time for lunch with her. When he was ready to leave, Derek came out of the water as well and Stiles drove them over to the place they would use for this.
Stiles had decided on a late lunch to miss the usual rush and when he and Derek entered the place, it was almost empty. There were only a few other patrons and most of the tables were empty. They were a bit early, Peter and Talia were not here yet just like Stiles had hoped.
"Over there." Stiles pointed at a table near the restrooms where he knew that there was a back door.
However, with Derek around his escape route would be straight to the restroom. Not even a big bad alpha could follow them through the pipes. They took their seats with their backs to the wall, Stiles wanted to spot them early. Derek squished himself more into the corner in hope that nobody would notice the growing puddle under his chair. From a little distance, his clothes just looked like they were of a darker color and not wet. The hair plastered to his skull could still be wet from a shower and if anybody noticed his damp skin, they hopefully would assume that he was just sweating for whatever reason. They didn't have to like what they saw, Stiles just wanted Derek to pass as human.
The waitress came over but Stiles informed her that they were waiting for the others. He did order a coke for himself, with a straw, and water for Derek, though.
Derek could and would eat but he didn't need to and there wasn't much he enjoyed. Water was the best option for him. When their drinks arrived, Stiles instantly picked up the straw and took one end between his teeth.
Then Peter and Talia entered the diner. Stiles had only ever seen pictures of her but there was no mistaking who the woman next to Peter was. Her eyes zoned in on Stiles and Derek when she stiffly walked over to them.
Stiles hurried to let go of the straw.
"You must be Stiles." She gave him a nod. "I'm Talia."
"Nice to meet you." Stiles felt himself say. He was lucky that he was already sitting, he doubted, that his legs would hold him right now.
"And you must be Derek." She smiled at him before she took the seat across from Stiles while Peter sat down opposite to Derek.
"Have you ordered yet?" Talia asked, reaching for the menu.
"We were waiting for you," Stiles said and picked up a menu as well. Not that he felt hungry. More like throwing up. The alpha of the Hale pack was sitting across from him.
Under the table, Derek put a hand on his knee. It was cold and Stiles felt the dampness seeping through his jeans but it did help.
They ordered their food and then they were just sitting there, trying to not stare too openly at each other. It took only a minute before Stiles succumbed and reached for the straw again.
"So you wanted to see me," he said around the plastic in his mouth. For a second he felt like a cowboy in one of those old western movies when smoking on screen had still been a thing. One of them should say that this town wasn't big enough for both of them. Except that it was, Derek and the Hale pack had come to that agreement a long time ago.
"Here I am." Stiles spread his arms, almost knocking over his coke. "What do you want?"
"What do you want?" Talia countered.
"Me?" Bewildered Stiles looked from Derek to Peter to check that he was hearing right here before he looked back at Talia. "I was just minding my own business when he …" he pointed at Peter, "tried to leave his trash at my door. Which he broke."
"And fixed," Peter piped up. Judging by his expression he was having fun.
"You." Stiles' attention was back on Talia. "You and your p...people came into my life. You were the ones who didn't know which side of the town they belong to." Stiles felt his face heaten up with his rage but at least he was past his anxiety now.
"Speaking of which." Talia turned to Derek. "I take that my ancestor came to an agreement with you?"
"That is right."
"What exactly did you and Johnathan Hale agree on?"
"I allowed Johnathan Hale and his pack to stay here and in return, he promised to keep his distance and to keep people away from the lake," Derek answered. "To seal the deal, he had to give me one of his pack members."
"But he didn't." Talia's eyes flickered back to Stiles but she never let Derek out of her sight. "He gave you someone else instead."
"That is correct." Derek met her gaze openly.
"So you didn't get what Johnathan has promised you and you …" She turned back to Stiles. "You're the poor guy Johnathan sacrificed instead." She paused, keeping a close eye on both of them. "Why should I trust you?"
