Stiles felt the vibration of his phone and pulled it out, swallowing hard when he saw Lydia's short message. Heading to the loft. Take Derek home when you guys are done.
He glanced up at the wolf in question, wondering if they were really ready for this. He'd been so anxious for Derek to say yes, but now that they were on the verge of taking that step, he felt like maybe they'd rushed into it.
Then Derek looked up and their eyes locked, and Stiles prayed for Scott to finally get tired of talking and call an end to the meeting. Lydia was waiting for them. He wanted to be with the two people he loved. He was ready.
"So we meet at the loft tomorrow at midnight," Scott said, and Stiles shook himself from his trance. "We're going to get a good look at these guys and make a positive ID. Derek, I want you to take point. You have a more extensive knowledge of supernatural creatures than anyone else here, except for Stiles, so I want to make sure you lay eyes on them."
"Sure thing," Derek said easily. "Is that it?"
Stiles could have kissed him. In fact, he was dying to. "Yeah, I need to go make sure Lydia's okay," he lied, only feeling a touch guilty for keeping such a huge secret from his best friend. "Are we done here?"
"Yeah, sure," Scott conceded. "Let me know if you guys need anything, okay?"
Stiles felt a rush of affection for the alpha and nodded. "Thanks, buddy. I'm sure she's fine, I just want to check in." He inclined his head at Allison and Isaac, and practically ran for the door. He didn't check to make sure Derek was following him, because Derek didn't run unless there was danger.
"You know your girlfriend was thinking about us," Derek remarked as Stiles flipped through his keys to find the one for the Jeep. He glanced over at the casual revelation.
"How do you know?" he asked, surprised.
Derek smiled, his teeth gleaming white, and Stiles forgot for a moment what they were talking about. That smile killed him every bit as much now as it had six months ago. "She was so turned on I was surprised she didn't demand we follow her when she left."
Stiles groaned. "She's at the loft," he admitted, and he watched curiously as Derek's eyes flashed, unable to read the expression. "I think she's done waiting for us to be ready."
"'Us'?" Derek parroted in confusion. He studied Stiles for a moment and Stiles felt like he was under a microscope. "I thought I was the one who needed some time to get used to the idea."
"You know me and jumping in feet-first," Stiles said sheepishly. "I wanted this so much that I didn't stop to think about how hard it might be on everyone. Once I did, I started to worry we were just setting ourselves up for failure."
The look on Derek's face twisted Stiles' stomach. "Did you change your mind?" he asked hollowly.
Stiles shook his head adamantly. "No! God, no!" He inhaled deeply. "I want it more now than I did then. I just freaked out for a minute. I'm good." A grin curved his lips. "Besides, I think Lydia wants this just as much as I do now. She'd kill me if I screwed it up."
A matching grin bloomed on Derek's face and Stiles marveled once again that there'd been a time he'd only known this man to be broody and grumpy. It seemed like he wanted to smile, but he'd only ever had reasons to be angry instead of happy. It humbled Stiles to know that he was the one who brought it out.
"Let's not keep her waiting, then," Derek murmured, his voice a low rumble that felt like it rolled right underneath Stiles' skin.
He practically leaped into the Jeep's front seat, watching as Derek eased into his Camaro. The anxious anticipation of what was to come had him practically bouncing in the seat, his left foot tapping frantically against the floorboard while he struggled to keep his right steady on the clutch. The Camaro's engine revved to life and Stiles jumped, almost popping the clutch. He took a steadying breath, willed his feet to stop dancing, and eased down on the accelerator while gradually releasing the clutch, and the Jeep jumped forward.
The drive to the loft disappeared in a blur of color and pornographic thoughts, and Stiles was pulling into "his" parking spot in what seemed like mere moments. The second his door was shut behind him he felt himself being pushed back into it, but before he could even register what had happened, Derek's hips were pressing into his and those full, sensuous lips were crushed against his mouth. Long fingers were threading through his hair and he parted his lips, accepting and returning the kiss with uncontrolled passion. It had been too long, and he needed this. Lydia could wait another minute. Or five.
"God, I missed you," he gasped out when they finally broke apart.
Derek's expression was tender, his lips curving up slightly at the corner. "I missed you, too," he said simply, and it struck Stiles that where the wolf had once been reluctant to express his feelings, now he seemed determined not to let an opportunity to do so pass him by. So Stiles slid his hand into Derek's and tugged him toward the loft, twining their fingers together as if it was the most natural thing in the world. He didn't look back to see his reaction, but when Derek's fingers tightened around his, he smiled.
Lydia was reclined on the couch when they tugged the door shut behind them. "You should really hire a decorator. This couch is completely uncomfortable and such a blah color, and the rest of the loft is just as bad."
Stiles snorted out a laugh that he choked off halfway through when he realized that might be a sore subject with Derek. When he turned to take in his expression, however, he was relieved to see a rueful half-smile on the other man's face. "I had a decorator," he admitted. "Maybe I should give her a call later."
"Or, you could let me do it," she said breezily, swinging her feet off the couch and walking around, examining the utilitarian furnishings and clucking her tongue at the bare walls. "I have an eye for color and how to put things together, you know."
Stiles came up behind her, resting a hand on her hip and caressing the shell of her ear with his lips. "We can worry about the decorating later," he murmured, knowing Derek would still hear him. "Right now there are only three things I'm interested in putting together."
He heard a muffled bark of laughter behind him and turned, making a face at Derek. "You try to be smooth instigating something like this," he retorted, and Derek's face turned wickedly intense. Stiles swallowed hard as the man transformed into a lethal predator in front of his eyes, capturing his gaze so that he was unable to look away as Derek came at them like a jungle cat on the prowl. Lydia turned in his grip and her eyes widened, as spellbound as Stiles was.
"I don't have to be smooth," he whispered, his voice dark and velvety. One hand gripped Stiles' neck and pulled him in, their lips fusing as their tongues crashed and slid over each other; the other hand snaked around Lydia's waist and pulled her into a three-way embrace. After a moment he broke apart from Stiles, turning his attention to the redhead. There was a brief moment of hesitance in her eyes that neither man missed, but Derek dispelled it by capturing her lips under his, cupping her jaw with his hand and tilting her face up so she could open up to him.
Stiles had wondered, in the back of his mind where it couldn't escape out of his mouth, if it would bother him to see Derek and Lydia together. He'd been concerned that he'd be jealous or resentful that their focus was on each other instead of him. Looking at them now, he realized there was no reason to have been worried. Aside from his interactions with each as an individual, this was one of the most captivating things he'd ever experienced.
Lydia pulled back from the kiss first, breathing erratically even though it had been a gentle kiss instead of the typically powerful ones between Derek and Stiles. Her cheeks were pink as she glanced from one man to the other. "I want to see you two together," she blurted out, and Derek raised an eyebrow at her.
"Is that what you were thinking about at Scott's?" he asked.
The blush deepened, but she tilted her chin up defiantly. "Yes. Can I help it if the idea of my boyfriend being fucked by a gorgeous man turns me on?"
Derek broke into a grin as Stiles groaned. "You're killing me, Lyds," he mock-complained. "I'm never going to last long enough to satisfy you."
She grinned slyly. "I have a feeling I'll get plenty of satisfaction just by watching the two of you."
"Far be it for me to disappoint a lady," Derek said lightly, and he reached down to grip the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head. Lydia sighed happily and he smirked at her. "This isn't the first time you've ever seen me shirtless."
"No, but it's the first time you've started to get naked in front of me, and it's the first time I've known I was going to be having sex with you shortly," she returned sweetly. "I'm appreciating it now in a way I couldn't before." She placed her hands on his chest, palms to abs, and pressed another light kiss between his pecs.
Stiles' heart was racing, watching the actual intimacy between the two of them. He could see on Derek's face that he was surprised and a little uncertain, but he allowed Lydia the freedom to explore as she wished, and that made Stiles love him all the more. He knew Derek had had the most reservations about the whole idea, but he had put aside his own discomfort in order to make Stiles happy. Stiles felt incredibly fortunate to be loved by two such amazing people.
"Why aren't you getting naked?" Lydia asked, lifting her lips from Derek's skin long enough to arch a perfectly groomed eyebrow at Stiles. "I believe I said I wanted to watch the two of you. So strip."
"Yes ma'am," Stiles said agreeably, rushing to pull his shirt off and undo his jeans. He hopped around on one foot as he tried to yank the leg down and over his foot. Derek's hand shot out to catch him just as he lost his balance and fell forward, hissing as Lydia simultaneously traced his nipple with the tip of her tongue.
"You both are going to be the death of me," he groaned, tipping his head back and allowing a ragged sigh of pleasure to escape.
Stiles, having regained his balance, lifted the long, thick skein of silky red hair from Lydia's back and laid it over her shoulder, leaning down and brushing his lips over the sensitive skin at her nape. She hummed happily as his mouth moved down the column of her neck and over her shoulder, pressing soft, unhurried butterfly kisses to them.
Without warning, she slipped from between the two men and stepped back, her eyes expectant as she glanced from Stiles to Derek. Stiles' heart stuttered when he was left facing Derek alone, and he gravitated toward the older man as if there were invisible strings tightening between the two of them. He slid his hands over Derek's shoulders, fingers digging in tightly. Derek gripped the back of Stiles' neck with one hand and tunneled the fingers of his other hand through his thick brown hair. Their mouths met hungrily, each of them feeling the distance of the previous three months melting away until there was nothing but this moment.
"God, I love you," Stiles mumbled against the lips that were pressing quick kisses to his mouth, the teeth that were nipping at his lips. The freedom he felt with Derek now amazed him, though he was grateful for the ability to be as honest with him as he could be with Lydia. Before, he would have been terrified of saying those three little words; now, he wanted to shout them to the world.
Derek's mouth left his and he backed away, and for a brief moment Stiles wondered if he'd misread their new closeness. Then Derek's eyes softened and took on a bright sheen of happiness, and he smiled. He didn't repeat the words, but Stiles didn't need him to.
"Bed. Now," he said instead, his voice rough, and Stiles flashed back to the day they'd said goodbye to each other. Their urgency had been the same then, and by the look on Derek's face, he remembered as clearly as Stiles did. Suddenly, an almost… shy expression crossed his face. "Wait."
Stiles looked over at Lydia, exchanging a confused glance with her before returning his attention to Derek, who was digging through a low, boxy chest of drawers. A surge of disbelief bloomed in his chest when he saw Derek stand up, turning around and shaking out the gray mink blanket. "You kept it?" he blurted out, stunned.
"It was the one thing I couldn't get rid of," the wolf responded, his voice barely a murmur.
Stiles flung himself into Derek's arms again, the blanket falling to the floor as he wound his arms around Derek's neck and tightened, bringing their bodies flush together as Derek's arms wrapped around his torso and their lips found each other's once more. The feel of Derek's jeans brushing against the sensitive skin of his erection reminded him that they'd been in the process of moving things to the "bedroom", and he tilted his hips up as a gentle reminder. Derek began walking them to the bed, never losing contact with Stiles' mouth, and when the back of Stiles' knees hit the bed and they tumbled backward onto it, Stiles was surprised to feel the mink soft against his skin.
It was enough to break the spell and he looked around, noticing a pleased-looking Lydia leaning against the wall and watching them. Stiles realized she'd picked the blanket up while he and Derek were distracted and laid it over the bed for them, and her thoughtfulness warmed his heart. "Get over here," he managed, and she shook her head.
"Later," she mouthed, and then Stiles' attention was diverted by Derek shifting, kicking his jeans and boxers off impatiently, and then rolling back on top of him. Stiles' legs opened and Derek was there, pressing forward, their erections rubbing against each other before Derek moved down his body, placing a line of kisses down his chest. Head falling back, Stiles' eyes squeezed tightly shut when Derek's mouth closed over his cock and his fingers cupped his testicles, massaging gently.
Suddenly Derek chuckled, his head turning slightly to look at Lydia, who was still on the wall. Her cheeks were flushed and Stiles didn't need to be told that his girlfriend was highly aroused by what she was seeing. He arched up and Derek refocused his attention on worshipping Stiles with his mouth, cheeks hollowing out as he simultaneously sucked and pulled upward along the shaft. Stiles jerked involuntarily and Lydia breathed out a soft groan. Knowing that she was watching and enjoying it made him ache, and despite the pleasure and his desire to be with Derek again, he wanted her to be sharing this with them.
As if she could read his mind, she was suddenly at his side. He felt the bed dip as she sank onto it and the brush of her hair over his chest as she leaned over him, thumb and forefinger capturing his jaw and holding tightly as her mouth slid over his, her tongue meeting his as their lips parted for the other. "I'm sorry, I couldn't stay away anymore," she breathed once they broke for air, and he responded by twining his fingers through her hair and tugging lightly to pull her down against him. She'd disrobed while his attention had been diverted, and the lushness of her breasts pressed against his chest caused his cock to stiffen even further.
Derek's mouth lifted and Stiles frowned, though the expression smoothed away when he eased down onto the bed beside Stiles and Lydia. Her head popped up and she caught Derek's eye, and the two shared a private look of understanding before each descended to take one of Stiles' nipples between their teeth. Stiles groaned harshly and he gripped the backs of both of their heads, massaging them rhythmically as they sucked, nibbled, and flicked their tongues at the pebbled peaks.
"Guys," he rasped. "I can't take much more of this."
They pulled back and Stiles was struck by how perfect they looked to him, the faces of his two loves side-by-side and both gazing at him with adoration shining in their eyes. His chest tightened and he was afraid, for one brief second, that the beauty of the moment might actually bring him to tears.
Clearing his throat to dispel the overwhelming emotion, Stiles focused his attention on Derek. "Where do you keep your lube now?" he asked, keeping his voice light. "Since the curio cabinet is, I'm guessing, scrap wood and glass splinters at this point."
Lydia cast Derek a confused glance as he frowned at the reminder of the reason for the cabinet's untimely end. Instead of answering, he reached over Stiles' chest to pull open the drawer of his bedside table and plucked out a bottle. The hungriness in his gaze as he applied the lube to his fingers fanned Stiles' desire.
Stiles cast a glance up at Lydia, suddenly nervous that she'd think differently of him once this actually happened. There was a difference between being turned on by something in theory and actually witnessing it, and he wondered if she might look at him now as subservient, or lesser. It had never occurred to him before that maybe being dominated by Derek would make him look like less of a man in her eyes.
Then came the blissful moment that Derek was sliding inside him and he couldn't bring himself to worry about Lydia's reaction. The pleasure that had haunted his dreams for the past three months consumed him once again, and as he gazed up at Derek's gorgeous face, he could see the same emotions racing through his eyes. Derek was braced over him, the muscles in his arms bunching as he held himself up and thrust forward, moving leisurely at first and then throwing in an unexpected snap of his hips. Stiles arched up, eyes drifting shut, his throat working convulsively as he bit out soft groans and sighs.
When Lydia's hand snaked between their bodies to grip his cock and stroke firmly, Stiles' eyes flew open and he almost pulled away from her hand. He flushed when he realized he'd forgotten she was even there. Amber eyes met sparkling, impish green ones and the hand on his erection tightened, and Stiles realized he'd been foolish to have a moment of doubt. Lydia loved him and she'd known about this side of him for as long as they'd been together. A brilliant smile bloomed on his face and he reached up for her, curling his fingers around the back of her neck and pulling her down to meet his seeking mouth.
A guttural growl burst from Derek's lips as he continued to piston forward, repeatedly filling Stiles before briefly leaving him empty again. Lydia broke their kiss and gave Derek an almost innocent, wide-eyed gaze before sitting up on her knees to meet his lips with her own. Stiles groaned roughly, feeling his cock twitch and the sensations begin to crescendo. "God, I'm close," he gasped, spreading his legs a little wider so Derek could sink back onto his knees and achieve a better angle of penetration. Lydia dropped back down onto all fours, taking his cock into her mouth and sucking in time with Derek's thrusts. Stiles almost lost it right then and there, but he gritted his teeth and held on, fisting his fingers in the mink in an effort to maintain control.
"Let go," Derek urged, stroking his hand over the top of Lydia's head as it bobbed up and down on Stiles' hard length. The sight of the affectionate, thoroughly sexy gesture was exactly what it took to push Stiles over the edge, and he let out a long, low groan as he did just that.
Once his hips had ceased jerking, Lydia sat up and smiled softly at him, running her fingers tenderly through his hair. She glanced at Derek over her shoulder, giving him a sultry grin. "I think it's your turn now," she murmured.
Derek leaned forward and bit into Stiles' lower lip as he rocked forward faster, harder, and Stiles knew the wolf was close to achieving his own release. He grabbed Derek by the shoulders and pulled him in closer, their tongues tangling and fighting for dominance as Derek's hips pumped forward desperately. Suddenly a harsh growl erupted from Derek's lips and then he was spilling himself deep into Stiles, his forward motions slowing gradually until his cock was too soft to continue.
Both of their chests were heaving as they each tried to catch their breath, and Derek rolled over, collapsing onto his back beside Stiles. He turned his head, smirking at Lydia. "I take it you enjoyed the show," he said dryly.
"Absolutely," she beamed. She dropped a light kiss to Stiles' chest and then leaned over him to do the same to Derek. "That fulfilled fantasies I've had for the last three months."
Stiles blinked up at her. "Wait, what? Why didn't you ever tell me?" he protested. "I had no idea you'd wanted this for so long."
She shrugged, sprawling across his chest and moaning in bliss when his hand found its way between her shoulder blades and massaged gently. "I didn't want to bring it up," she confessed. "I didn't think you'd appreciate the reminder, and I didn't think there was any chance it would happen. I also didn't realize at the time how deeply you truly loved Derek. I'd sort of thought you were just having sex and that was it. It took me awhile to be brave enough to risk mentioning the idea."
"Somehow I can't see you ever being too scared to say anything," Derek snorted.
She cast him a disparaging look. "By the time I realized it could actually work, I also knew bringing you up was absolutely not okay. You were off-limits, so I moved on and tried to forget about it."
Warmth spread through Stiles as he gazed up into her face fondly. "You're incredible," he sighed. He looked over at Derek. "You're included in that, by the way."
Derek rolled onto his side, propping his head up on one hand as he watched the two of them. "This isn't as hard as I thought it would be," he admitted. "A little weird, still, but not hard."
"Not anymore, anyway," Stiles cracked, and Derek and Lydia groaned simultaneously.
"There is nothing sacred with you, is there?" Lydia teased, laying her head down on his chest and trailing her fingertips over his bicep.
"Nope," he returned blithely. He felt his eyes staring to drift closed. He hadn't felt this at peace, this comforted, in months. It was nothing against Lydia, but as much as he loved her, he couldn't deny how heart-broken he'd been to walk away from Derek. Having the two of them together like this was more than he could ever have hoped for, and the lack of tension in his body had him feeling like he was floating on clouds.
It was Derek's voice that roused him from the edge of sleep. "We completely ignored you," he said to Lydia guiltily, and Stiles winced when he realized he'd left his girlfriend high and not-so-dry.
"I wanted to see you two," she reminded him firmly. "We have the whole rest of the evening together. There'll be plenty of time for round two, after the two of you recover."
"Sure," he said agreeably, tugging her off of Stiles and underneath him as he rolled to his knees above her. "But I don't need recovery time to do this." To Stiles' and Lydia's mutual surprise, he eased down the bed and spread her legs, dipping his tongue between her delicate folds. She arched off the bed as his tongue flickered over her clit, crying out when he plunged two fingers into her wet heat.
Stiles didn't want to be left out, so he rolled over and let his mouth join Derek's at the apex of her thighs. Their tongues skated over the tiny bundle of nerves, tracing intricate designs and caressing each other more frequently than not. Derek continued to thrust his fingers into Lydia's hot core, eliciting tiny shrieks of pleasure that escalated in volume the faster he went. Stiles and Derek got distracted for a moment as their lips joined, each tasting Lydia's juices on the other's tongue.
Her whimpers drew their attention again and Derek traced the tip of his tongue through the folds of tender pink skin, gathering her wetness on his lips. Stiles slid two fingers over her clit, rubbing and pinching lightly, until she let out a wail that he suspected might actually have the capability of raising the dead. Her lower body trembled with her release and Derek made sure not to miss a drop, licking lips that were curved in a self-satisfied smirk.
"I'd push you away for that egotistical grin, but I don't think I have bones anymore," she sassed, although it lacked power because her voice was faint and shuddery. "So I'm just going to lay here and enjoy this feeling."
Stiles collapsed onto his back again, a huge smile splitting his face. This was the definition of happiness, as far as he was concerned. He was pretty sure life couldn't get any better.