Natural
Part 3
Ready, Set, GO!
Stiles steps into the driver's seat nervously licking his lips. He's still keyed up from putting that neanderthal down but he's not feeling any murderous rage anymore, which is good. Once his seat is adjusted, he studies the car's dashboard while listening to Peter and Dom's conversation just outside of the passenger side.
"I'm sure I don't have to tell you what will happen if you try to take off with that car?" Dom's deep voice isn't like anything he's heard before, and to his confused werewolf ears who don't know better there's even an alpha quality to it. It's not nearly like Peter's alpha resonance but Stiles knows he's naturally biased. Still, it makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
Peter scoffs, a smirk creeps on Stiles' face. "Please. I've got no intention of insulting your sister's generous offer in such a way and we'd have to be remarkably stupid to even consider stealing from someone with your reputation." Leave it to Peter to make it sound like he's insulted while delivering a compliment.
"You might know my reputation, but I don't know much about yours. Aside from the obvious, of course." The man leans down to look at Stiles through the window. "I've seen the way you two drive when it's stolen, lets see what you can do when it's not." He has the gall to wink at Stiles before tapping the hood and extends a hand to Peter. "Hector had good things to say about you guys, it's the only reason why I'm letting Mia have her way." Dom walks away and steps in a red Mazda rx-7 with a wave of his hand towards Letty and Mia who are already waiting in their own cars.
"That was interesting." Peter remarks once he's sat in the passenger seat.
Stiles turns to him with an unimpressed look. "That's all you have to say. Interesting?" He shakes his head and turns the engine over. "Oh, that sounds nice." The engine in the car is the best Stiles has had the chance to sit behind. Peter had taught him how to use his werewolf hearing to gage the quality of the cars they picked up. Between what he could hear and what he could smell, Stiles could now easily picture the pistons firing and coming to life.
"Yes Stiles, it's interesting that Dom has been paying just as much attention to us as we have him. It's also interesting that we're being allowed to drive this car despite what you did to its owner." Peter talks smoothly, there's a hint of his usual sass but Stiles understands what his alpha is getting at.
"You took a big risk telling him about knowing his dad now." Stiles remarks as he follows behind Dom. He'd been in on Peter's plan to slowly approach the Torettos but obviously that hadn't gone according to plan.
"I took a big risk letting you go after Vince." Peter shoots back with a grin. "This Dom might not be the werewolf I ran with as a teenager but he's built himself a pack like one. Now, why don't you show them that we can do more than just boost cars."
Stiles chuckles and nods his head, that he can definitely do. The car drives like a dream, each dip and curve hit perfectly under Stiles guidance. It's easy to follow along, sure they go above the speed limit here and there but it's the middle of the day and Stiles is glad that these guys have at least the good sense to not go all out just to show him up.
They arrive at the same house Peter had taken them to on their first night. It's not a bad place for a bunch of criminals, it looks normal enough. Stiles parks on the street with Letty pulling up behind him. On the porch, Dom is greeted by the guys who'd brought Vince home ahead of them.
"So what's our story here?" Stiles says with his hands still on the steering wheel. It's one thing they haven't really settled on yet, sure they'd thrown some ideas around but for once neither of them had had a rock solid epiphany on the matter. He licks his lips before turning to look at Peter.
The alpha seems to be considering him for a moment. Stiles looks away because he knows his stomach will start to squirm if he looks for too long. It's become an increasing problem and Stiles is pretty sure he's not hiding it as well as he wants to.
"Well you seemed content to let Mia and Letty form their own opinions." There's a teasing tone in Peter's voice that makes Stiles swallow a lump.
"You heard that?" He chuckles nervously. After knocking Vince out, which had felt wonderful, it had been easy to let himself get wrapped in Mia's comforting arms. Letty, who reminded him so much of Erica it was almost painful, had been so quick to praise him for standing up for his man that he hadn't had the heart to correct them.
"Really?" The man says with a shake of his head, Stiles bites his lip because of course the other werewolf heard that discussion. There's a heavy sigh. "I've let this go unsaid for too long but now isn't the time to discuss it either."
Stiles cants his head to the side as he realizes that Peter's heart is beating slightly faster than usual. "I have no idea what you're talking about." He does not startle when Peter's hand suddenly covers his own on the steering wheel.
"Stiles." Peter speaks calmly despite both their senses telling them calm is not the vibe suddenly filling the car. "We both know there's no point in trying to hide it. What we do about this…" He gently takes his hand back and opens the car door. "That's up you. It's always been your choice with me Stiles." He exits the car, leaving Stiles at the edge of his seat.
"Oh my god!" He runs his hand over his face and blows out a long breath. What the hell is he supposed to do with a bomb like that? How is he supposed to have dinner with a bunch of near strangers without climbing Peter like a tree at the table?
"Yo! Stiles!" Letty pops up at his window and Stiles jumps up and flails around in surprise. "You're good kid, you actually handle this thing better than Vince." She snorts and gives Stiles a sharp grin full of pearly whites.
He opens the door and steps out feeling a bit light headed. "This is probably the nicest car I've ever driven. Legally anyway." His gaze follows Peter who's being introduced to Leon and Jesse. They don't seem as thrilled about their presence. "Are you sure this isn't going to be a problem."
"Nah, if Dom says you're good, then they'll listen." She grabs Stiles' arm and pulls him across the yard. "I'll kick their asses if they're pricks to you or your pappy."
"Please don't call him that." He laughs out despite being very serious. His attraction to Peter isn't rooted in that particular vein.
"Whatever." She shrugs, clearly she's going to stick to her own terminology.
They walk up the steps to meet the rest of the gang gathered around the entryway. Peter joins Stiles, just shy of touching their shoulders. Stiles licks his lips pretending to listen to everyone's names and leans over to meet him the rest of the way.
He feels ridiculous at the loops his stomach does. No one seems to notice anything different but to Stiles something monumental has occurred. The rest of the afternoon goes by in a blur.
He helps Mia with dinner and laughs at all the stories she shares, eventually Jesse joins them but he never really engages. All Stiles really remembers with any detail though is that he and Peter spent the whole time subtly dancing around each other. It was slow torture, delicious slow torture and by the time they're all sat at the picnic table in the backyard Stiles is certain he won't make it to the end of the night.
"There's a race tonight." Dom tells Peter after most of the meal is done and small talk has died down.
"What's the buy in?" Peter asks curiously then casually places a hand on Stiles' leg.
Stiles almost drops his forkful of spaghetti but his wide eyed look gives him away. Letty starts to wiggle her eyebrows at him from across the table.
"2 Gs." Stiles chokes on his food at Dom's response. That's nearly all their savings right now.
Peter hums then slowly rubs small circles on Stiles leg when it starts to bounce in worry. "Perhaps next time. Other priorities at the moment."
Dom raises a questioning eyebrow now that he's finally caught Stiles' deer in the headlights look. "How so?"
"I'm afraid we're still getting our feet off the ground so to speak. As much as I would love to show you kids how it's done, I don't have the right set of wheels." There's a round of laughs and jeers at Peter's cocky statement. "Besides, I think Stiles would prefer we invest in a proper apartment first."
"You don't have an apartment yet?" Mia speaks up, she'd tried a few times already to get the answer out of Stiles but he'd been able to rebuff her until now. Everyone quiets down to wait for an answer.
Stiles wonders what the hell Peter is playing at, they don't need to talk about that with these people. He knows there has to be a reason and he hates' that he hasn't caught up yet.
Peter sighs heavily, it's obvious to him that the man is putting on a show of being wary but everyone else is buying it. "Given the life you lead, I'm guessing you'll hear about it eventually, might as well hear it from us." He squeezes Stiles thigh lightly, it's clear he's got an idea and wants him to play along. Stiles shrugs as a mock go ahead. "We've taken temporary residence in one of the abandoned warehouses not too far from here."
"What, why?" Jesse cuts off Peter with wide eyed concern.
"Bit hard to fill out rent applications with no ID…" Peter shoots back and turns to Dom. The other man is almost glaring at them as he's trying to figure them out. "There was an incident a few years ago and I was originally declared dead. Since I've never really lived on the legal side of things I never bothered rectifying the misunderstanding. But then I met Stiles in New Mexico and well."
He coughs like he's embarrassed, Stiles has to bite his lip so he doesn't laugh. Peter turns to Stiles as if he's asking permission to speak on his behalf, and since it's not like he knows what story the alpha has concocted he nods before going back to poking his plate so no one will see his face.
"Stiles pretty much raised himself, he'd been on his own for years when I met him. He was getting by boosting cars and pick pocketing." He smiles like he remembers something fond.
Dom cuts in with one of those deep rumbling chuckles. "Lemme guess, lifted the wrong wallet?" He looks at Stiles with a raised eyebrow and not quite pitty, more like a renewed understanding.
Stiles does his best to blush. He does remember how Peter had spent a fair amount of time helping him polish that skill though. It must have the desired effect because Mia coos from her seat next to Dom.
"How much until you guys can get what you need?" Dom asks Peter with a thoughtful frown.
Stiles speaks up before Peter now that he's got an idea of where and how the alpha is leading the conversation. "We've just got enough for the IDs, after that we can at least stay at a decent hotel until we can rent somewhere." He casually reaches over to grab more bread. "So a few more Gs before we're solid."
Mia is staring between them and Dom. "You could stay here? Until you get on your feet at least." She's giving her big brother some giant puppy dog eyes.
"Oh no, that's not-" Peter starts but stops talking when Stiles not so subtly elbows him in the ribs.
"Mia." Dom groans out but it's obvious that the big guy is going to cave.
Stiles tries not to grin at the thought of sleeping in an actual house, with a bed. Then his brain short circuits when it vividly pictures Peter in that bed with him. The hand on his leg still making lazy circles that never go high enough certainly isn't helping.
Dom puts his fork down to study Stiles and Peter for a solid minute. Peter obviously doesn't wilt and meets the stare down head held high while Stiles just tries not to fidget. "We do have a spare room in the basement, you'd have to clear it up some cause it's mostly storage now. There'll be some ground rules though..."
This time it's Stiles riding in the passenger seat with Peter driving Vince's car while following smoothly behind Letty's. "I can't believe Dom's first rule is that you have to race tonight." A laugh bubbles out of him. "I thought Vince's head was going to explode when Dom gave you the keys."
Peter chuckles as well and turns to look at Stiles with a crooked smile. "I'm more surprised that he's trusting us so quickly." There's a suspicious edge to his tone that Stiles understands, they're both waiting for the other shoe to drop so to speak. "But since so far this only hastens our plans, I'm not about to complain." He gives Stiles one those self satisfied grins of his.
There's something about watching Peter drive fast expensive cars that does things for Stiles. Things he never knew were things to begin with. He shakes his head to clear it and brings his focus back to the road ahead.
They're coming up to a large abandoned building, Stiles cracks the window down and hears dozens of different cars and people up ahead. "Think you'll win?"
"Not in this car." Peter snarks with a huff. "I can pull second easy but this thing won't beat Dom's ride." They slow down as they near the crowd and the alpha grins with excitement. "It'll be enough to show him I can put my money where my mouth is."
"Well I'm just happy we can ditch the warehouse." Stiles wiggles in his seat and studies the crowd gathering around them, well, around Dom to be precise. "Show time?" He asks with a steadying breath, he's gonna go for it, all he needs is for Peter to look his way.
Peter turns, "Are-" he doesn't get to finish whatever sassy comment he'd been about to deliver because Stiles dives across the centre console to grab the older man's face.
He plants the kiss on Peter's lips firmly, and there's a split second where he thinks he miscalculated. When a satisfied groan escapes Peter's lips and strong hands guide him over the console and into a warm lap, Stiles can't help the hungry growl that resonates deep through his chest.
There's a hard bang on the driver's side window and they finally come up for air. Stiles' chest is rising and falling quickly as he rests his forehead against his alpha's.
"After the race Stiles, I promise." Peter drags his nose down Stiles' throat and inhales deeply. He opens the car door without warning causing the cockblocker to stumble away.
Stiles manages to untangle himself and step out of the Nissan with more grace than he'd ever possessed as a human. He ignores the whistles that erupt around them when Peter steps out after him.
"Do not do that shit in my car!" Vince, the cockblocker, grouses petulantly but Letty comes along telling him to shut up and pushes the man towards Dom while waving them over.
Stiles fixes him with a dead eyed stare before looping his arm around Peter's shoulders and flips Vince the finger. There's another round of jeers and whispers; Letty has been busy spreading the story of why Vince's face looks the way it does. He smirks at the other man's disgusted look and Stiles briefly wonders what would have happened if he hadn't pulled back on the hit. He knows he should feel bad, it shouldn't feel as good as it does. It had been so laughably easy though that Stiles is starting to understand why Peter stands the way he does in a crowd.
When they reach Dom, the man has a bouncy blonde in each arm. Stiles loses it when Letty actually sniffs the air and declares that it smells like skanks. He takes an obvious lung full and pulls his nose up in distaste. He winks at Letty. "So that would be fake tan and desperation."
They laugh together as the girls back off. Stiles grins at Dom while the man tries to pacify Letty with a lame, "I was just talking to them."
Stiles stands next to Peter as Dom calls Hector over. The small hispanic man spots them and grins. "Hey! Peter, Stiles, moving up in the world?" He points between them and Dom.
"Peter's apparently going to show us youngsters how it's done." Dom explains with a smirk. He leans down to whisper in Hector's ear and explains the situation in more detail.
"Hey Dom!" A black man walks up with plenty of swagger. "We doin' this?"
"Edwin." Dom nods then addresses the crowd loudly. "One race, 2 g buy-in, and winner takes all." He hands a large wad of cash over to Hector. "Hector, you're going to hold the cash."
"Why Hector?" Stiles asks curiously, someone from Dom's gang would have made more sense to him.
Edwin laughs before giving him an answer. "Too slow to make away with the money."
Everyone laughs, Stiles and Peter included, until a familiar blonde head pops up from the crowd. "Hey, wait. Hold up."
Stiles hear's Vince cursing from somewhere behind them. He turns to share a dubious look with Peter. This is an unexpected development.
"I don't have any cash." Brian starts off, he's so nervous Stiles can smell the man's anxiety despite the crowd. "But I do have the pink slip to my car."
"You just can't climb in the ring with Ali, 'cause you think you box." Jesse, who'd been on the quiet side so far surprises Stiles with his odd eloquence.
Brian is undeterred by the crowd's laughter and points towards Vince. "He knows I can box. Check it out. It's like this. I lose, the winner takes my car. Clean and clear. But if I win, I take the cash, and I take the respect."
During his pitch, Stiles notices the way Brian's eyes scan the crowd and settle off to the left. He turns in that direction to see Mia smiling back at the blonde. Stiles pokes Peter to bring the exchange to his attention.
"Respect?" Dom answers Brian looking thoroughly unimpressed.
"To some people, that's more important." Brian's reply makes Peter snort. It's so obvious who's respect he's after it's painful.
"That your car?" Dom points to a neon green Mitsubishi Eclipse.
Brian nods with a proud grin as he leads them to his ride. Jesse moves in on the car eagerly as the hood pops up. "I see a cool air intake. It's got a NOS fogger system and a T4 turbo, Dominic." The younger man whistles, he's practically drooling over the engine. I see an AIC controller. It has direct port nitrous injection."
"Yeah. And a stand-alone fuel management system." Peter adds in as he joins Jesse over the car.
"Not a bad way to spend $10,000." Dom says, Stiles can pick up that the man is impressed despite his body language.
Edwin moves in to take a peak and scoffs. "You see that shit? He's got enough NOS in there to blow himself up. Period."
"So, what do you say? Am I worthy?" Brain asks Dom, there's an edge of desperation in his voice that makes Stiles frown. He wonders if maybe there's not more going on here than meets the eye.
Dom shrugs. "We don't know yet. But you're in. Let's go!"
Stiles watches carefully as the race is set up, he's impressed by the level of organization and effort the racers have put in keeping the street clear. Stiles had gotten the rundown from Letty who drove them from the warehouse to the start of the race.
They waited for the racers to pull up to the hastily spray painted lines. It would have been a much cooler start if Brian hadn't mucked it by overshooting the line.
Stiles groans as the blonde grinds his car back. "That's just sad." He winces at the pout Mia gives him. He mouths a sorry and quickly runs away to see Peter. He snorts when he passes Edwin and hears what he's being offered if he wins the race. Not in that car...
"Come to wish me luck?" Peter greets him with a wicked smile. "Or perhaps encourage me?"
Stiles leans in the window with an eye roll. "You better not be fishing for a threesome already mister." Still, a little encouragement wouldn't hurt. It's his turn to grin as he ducks his head through the window to catch Peter's lips. It's not nearly long enough in Stiles opinion but if he doesn't stop he might just hop through the window. He pulls back and subtly readjusts himself. "See you at the finish line." He winks at Peter then runs back to Dom's gang before the alpha can say anything.
"C'mon Stiles, let's go before they start!" Mia calls him from the inside of Letty's car. They make it to the finish line just as Leon sounds the all clear.
He squints and can just about see Hector standing in his car through the open roof. The man waves his arms to signal the drivers to get ready. "Isn't it usually a sexy girl in a bikini that starts these things?" He quips without thinking.
"If you want to see Hector in a bikini, you got issues man…" Vince gags a little, obviously picturing it.
"Oh god no! That is not what I meant." He laughs and finally begins to relax. It's exhilarating feeling the anticipation building around him.
He knows there are people talking about Peter and him. There's even a few who try to approach him but they all get turned around by Vince of all people. He's too focused on the engines roaring to life along with the crowd to think about that right now. He'll save that tidbit for later.
Stiles can't help joining the collective cringe at Brian's wobbly start. He shifts the bulk of his focus to Dom's car in the lead with Peter following closely behind.
There's a ripple of shock when the Eclipse gets a sudden boost. Brian's NOS system helps him make up for his disastrous start.
"No way!" Stiles shouts when the Eclipse passes Edwin first, then the Nissan and creeps next to the RX-7.
"Don't worry. Blondie went too early." Letty comes up to stand next to him. She inclines her chin ahead, there's a very proud demeanor about her right now. "See!" She whoops when Dom's car goes faster than Stiles thought possible.
Brian's car begins to dramatically lose speed before smoke starts to plume from the engine. Jesse makes a wounded animal noise somewhere off to Stiles' right. The Eclipse completely stalls out.
As predicted, Dom passes the finish line with Peter just behind him. Edwin pulls third, and Brian doesn't even technically finish the race.
The crowd swarms Dom and Peter as the two shake hands. "Nice driving old timer." Vince's grin makes it clear he isn't actually insulting Peter.
Stiles joins them and smashes himself against the alpha. "You just wait until we get our own rides." He winks and turns at the pitiful sound the Eclipse makes as it joins them. "That hurts my soul."
The crowd gathers around Brian and despite how badly his race had gone even Stiles can admit there had been a moment there. Not to mention it took some serious balls to fry your car with NOS without blowing yourself up in the process.
Peter leans in to whisper in Stiles' ear. "Brian would have won if he actually adjusted his gears to a higher ratio and cut down on the NOS a bit."
Stiles turns in surprise. "No shit?"
"No shit." Peter smirks but his expression turns sour as they near the Eclipse. "But almost doesn't mean fuck all when this is the result." He shakes his head and Jesse runs past them at full speed.
"What are you smiling about?" Doms calls Brian out, the man obviously isn't as impressed as the rest of the crowd.
"Dude. I almost had you." The blonde is grinning from ear to ear, high on adrenaline.
"You almost had me?" Dom shares an eye roll and scoff with Peter. "You never had me. You never had your car." He points to the engine Jesse is mourning over. "Granny-shifting." He calls out and the crowd laughs out.
"Not double-clutching, like you should." Peter points out with a smug look. "You're lucky that 100-shot of NOS didn't blow the welds on the intake."
"Almost had me?" Dom shakes his head in disbelief. "Now, me and the boys got to rip apart the block…" He points to Stiles, Peter, and Jesse who are gathered around the engine. "...and replace the piston rings you fried. Ask any racer. Any real racer."
"It doesn't matter if you win by an inch or a mile. Winning's winning." Peter supplies and the look Dom gives him tells Stiles there's a story behind that saying.
The crowd roars with laughter and jeers.
"Oh, shit! We got cops. Cops!" Leon yells out suddenly.
Like everyone else, Stiles and Peter take off towards their ride. They don't say anything when Vince jumps in the back seat and Peter floors it back to Dom's.
They're the first ones to get back, quickly followed by Letty and Mia who lets them all inside.
Stiles waits by the window to watch Leon and Jesse trickle in with the rest of the crowd. Despite the fact that the after race celebrations had been cut short, the party at the house is in full swing.
"Peter!" He calls out and is soon joined by the other man who hands him a beer. "Dom's not back yet."
Peter hums and looks around with a frown. No one seems overly concerned. "C'mon, lets go." He puts his beer down before heading for the door without another word.
Stiles takes another unimpressed look around, shakes his head and runs out to catch up with Peter. He's disappointed that Dom's pack isn't more concerned but he's even more pleasantly surprised that Peter is willing to go look.
They drive around for a good fifteen minutes before Stiles spots Dom walking just outside of chinatown. "Now that's interesting." He says as he tugs on Peter's arm to point where they need to go. The sight of Dom and Brian walking side by side like they're on a midnight stroll makes his eyebrows crinkle.
"Let's find out." Peter says with interest and heads in their direction. He slows to a stop, Dom who'd regnonised the car from a distance waves them over. "Need a lift?" Peter leans his head out of the window with a grin. Though he turns to Siles as the two men near the car with a frown.
Stiles picks up a distinct burnt smell coming from Dom and Brian when they get in. "What the hell happened to you guys?"
Dom leans into the back seat heavily. "Long story." He spends the ride back explaining that while he'd been able to stash his car in a parking garage it hadn't taken long for him to get spotted anyway. He'd nearly gotten nabbed by the cops only to be rescued by Brian of all people. Unfortunately their escape had also led them into a rival's turf and the Eclipse had been shot up as retialition, which had then spectacularly exploded.
"Turns out I really would've blown myself up with all that NOS…" Brian mutters quietly beside Dom.
When they return to the house the party is even bigger than when Stiles and Peter had left. The way they see Dom stomp up the stairs makes it clear he's rather pissed but he surprises them all when he invites the blonde inside.
Brian gives them an unsure glance before following. Turns out saving a guy from the cops will earn you more respect than he'd expected.
Stiles watches from the doorframe with a shiteater grin while Dom chews everyone then hands over Vince's beer to Brian. Serves them right for sitting around partying while their alpha had almost gotten blown up.
He snorts at Letty's attempt to redirect Dom's ire by ordering him upstairs for a massage. He can't deny that it doesn't work brilliantly though.
Peter suddenly appears behind him after Mia rescues Brian from the staredown the crew is giving him. He sneaks a warm hand around Stiles' waist and slowly draws him away from prying eyes towards the basement door.
Stiles doesn't know exactly when it happened but whatever hesitation he'd had about being with Peter is long gone. Now all he feels is want and anticipation.
To be fair, he thinks a lot of it has to do with the fact that he knows without a doubt that Peter wants him just as much. It's not just because the man is currently pinning him against the wall and meticulously removing his clothes either.
Stiles' enhanced werewolf senses are turning intimacy into an almost overwhelming experience. The way Peter's large warm hands slowly explore every inch of newly explored flesh makes his toes curl into the carpet. He's pretty sure it's by sheer will alone that he hasn't creamed his pants already.
"Stiles?" Peter quietly whispers and stops at the beta's belt buckle.
"If you stop now I'm going to murder you." He groans in frustration. "You're already taking too long!" He grabs at Peter's shirt, the thin cotton rips apart in his hands like tissue paper.
Peter's chuckle is raspy, red eyes glow in the pitch black room. "Always in such a rush." He admonishes as he shucks his tattered shirt off. Slowly he backs away from Stiles, hands drift to his jeans and lets them all fall to the ground in a pile.
Stiles gulps but his hands are surprisingly steady as he undoes his own pants. He can see Peter perfectly sitting on the edge of the bed. There's a clench in his gut as he watches the way the man's hand lazily strokes his growing cock.
"Stiles?" Peter's smirk is evident in his voice. "Still in a hurry?"
"I think my brain just stalled out." Stiles says without thinking, he'd been so entranced that he hasn't actually dropped his kit yet. The deep rumble from Peter does the trick and Stiles kicks his pants off across the room.
He stands naked and aching in front of his alpha, hands slowly reaching out to glide over wide shoulders. He lets out a sharp breath as Peter's hands pull at his hips and sit him down over muscled thighs.
Hot skin rubs together as they kiss, there's even the occasional clash of fangs but it only fuels Stiles eagerness. He wraps his legs around Peter to get as much contact as possible, an experimental rock of hips causes the alpha to latch onto his throat.
The rhythm they set is slow but hard, though that's only because Peter's tight grip keeps him from speeding up. It's not nearly enough for Stiles, frustrated he shifts his weight to push Peter onto his back. He grins mischievously as he sits on top. "Now this is more like it."
"I certainly don't disagree with the view." The lust in Peter's tone almost makes him purr in delight. The man lets out a low growl when Stiles takes them both in his hand.
"Time for the lube." Stiles manages to say between one long slow stroke.
The sound of a cap popping breaks through the sound of their laboured breathing. Cool liquid drizzling over his hand suddenly makes him hiss. Stiles bites his lip as he brings his lubed hand behind him.
Peter reaches out to grab onto the globes of Stiles ass. He knows he doesn't spend nearly enough time stretching but at this point he's long passed caring. There's also the wonderful perk of werewolf healing.
"Now." He steadies himself quickly while slathering more lube onto Peter's large cock. He briefly wonders if it'll fit, again he's surprised by a surge of lust at the idea of having all that inside him.
He is glad that Peter doesn't waste time asking if he's sure and is essentially letting him have his way. Their dual groan of relief as Peter slowly pushes inside of Stiles is loud and turns into heavy grunts in short order.
At first Stiles holds control over most of the rhythm, slowly rising and falling as he relishes the sensation of being stretched. Gradually the motions become more hurried.
Peter grabs a firm hold of Stiles hips before bringing him down in a swift motion. It sends him deeper into Stiles who nearly howls. "Fuck yes, Peter!"
It's all the encouragement the older man needs to pick up the pace. Stiles braces himself on Peter's chest, he's lost control of his voice and moans incomprehensibly as he's vigorously pounded.
He's got no idea how long they last but when he feels his orgasm coming his thighs are shaking. "Peter."
"That's it Stiles." Peter grunts and groans through the long canines of his beta shift.
Stiles almost chokes on the intensity of his climax. Peter's speed turns erratic and desperate and he reaches up to cover Stiles' mouth with his own to keep them from making even more noise.
He lays there on top of his Alpha's chest, basking in hormones and feeling like a limp noodle. "It might be the sex talking but you know I love you right." Stiles says sleepily, he feels safe and content.
Peter's hand pauses in his hair. "I love you too Stiles." It's barely a whisper.
He smiles, he already knew it but it's nice to hear before his eyes droop closed.