YOOOOOOOOOO! Whattup guys? So i know, i havent been on in a while, but i have good reason! College happened(which altogether didn't take up that much of my time) but my latops keyboard like totally won't work! So ive had to resort to using my friend's laptop and erasing all memory of what i wrote afterwards, because i can't go typing werewolf porn in the library no can i? I'm really REALLY sorry guys, but i havent given up on this story, and i wont! But this chapter is boyd's date! Yay boyd! and boyd is super hot and awesome so i should get brownie points or something. I love you guys, and thanks for sticking through this mess, and i hope you guys like this! Ill try to be more frequent and Ill update when i can! Don't give up hope because i haven't! :D stay awesome guys, and please comment/review/critique! :D

Stiles sat in his living room, eyes locked glaring at his phone. The offending item lay on the table in front of him, its metallic existence mocking him for everything Stiles was doing to stare it down.

Stiles huffed, pouting and pulling his jacket closer onto his body. He was cold- and it was mainly all his fault. He liked it to be really cold when he slept, and now it was 11:34 in the morning, but he was currently having a quarter-life crisis alone in his living room. Plus, he was too lazy to get up and change the thermostat.

His mind jumped to the heat he had felt rolling off Peter's body when they had made out. If Peter were here he wouldn't be cold- hell, he'd probably be getting fucked out of his mind, all nice and warm with the added pleasures of a few guaranteed amazing orgasms.

But that was the whole reason he now sat, chilled to the bone, alone in his apartment, staring daggers at his phone, wasn't it?

He kinda had to tell his dad about this at some point.

Sheriff Stilinski, just like the rest of the world, was well aware of werewolves. In fact, being the sheriff and all, he knew a good bit more about them than your normal every-day civilian. Before he had met Derek, his father would be his first stop in all things wolfy related. His dad had helped bring down a few anti-werewolf organizations that had happened to pop up in the cozy town of Beacon Hills, so he wasn't racist in the least. Almost half of all his officers were were's. He had good relationships with the standing werewolf families in the town, helped them out however he could, treated them like he would anyone else. So he knew his father wouldn't really have a problem with him dealing with werewolves. Hell, he loved Danny.

But he might have a problem with him getting fucked by a whole pack of them. Well, with him getting fucked by a whole pack of anything, human and werewolf alike.

He wasn't too sure his father was so well versed in wolf dynamics that he knew what a pack bitch was or what it entailed. Stiles himself was rather well-read on the world of werewolves, and he hadn't known they existed until that fateful day in Derek's office. So now, here he sat, shivering underneath a blanket he had managed to get, deciding whether to tell his dad that he would soon (and willingly) become pack bitch to a host of werewolves his father didn't even know (but they were hot so that had to count for something) or to just lie about getting a miracle job out of thin air. Which probably wouldn't do very well because his father had the uncanny ability to read him like a fucking book, even over the phone.

Stiles was a man of many talents, and one of his most prominent was his ability to absolutely put off a situation until the very last second, but this situation was… different. Yeah, he hadn't finished all the dates, but who was he kidding? The rest of the pack was going to be just as amazing as the others. His date with Boyd was next and he would really like to enjoy the feeling of Boyd's tongue in his mouth without the added guilt of his father's ignorance on his shoulders. And his father was a sheriff for fuck's sake, sooner or later he would find out. Whether it be through Stiles himself or some spy he probably has lurking around.

And Stiles loved his dad- he wanted his father to be happy for him. He wanted to tell him. Not being a person his father could be proud of was always one of his biggest fears, and this might be the one thing that his father wouldn't find pride in.

He wondered for a minute if he might completely forget this pack bitch thing. Let it go, give apologies to Derek and the rest of the pack, and hope for something better. Look for another job, look for another scholarship- or just drop out.

He knew that last option was something his father wouldn't let happen- the man would give his kidney to keep Stiles in school. And even with another job or scholarship, having tuition and helping his dad with the meds wasn't even possible with those options. And plus, he… didn't really want to. He was really liking everyone- and Stiles was a very sexually fluid individual, polyamory was a thing, right? He could see himself loving all of them… especially Derek. And he really didn't want to let that go just yet. Not ever, really. And feelings aside the money being offered was enough to take care of everything and then some.

The situation was really unavoidable.

He sighed and looked at the clock that hung against the wall adjacent from him. It was almost 12:30, and his dad would probably just be getting off. He reached over a bit, firmly keeping the blanket around his body as his fingers grasped the now cold metal of his phone. He went to his call history and pressed on the third name in the list, nibbling on his lip as he pushed the phone to his ear to hear the ring tone.

For a moment, just for a second, he really wished his father wouldn't pick up. That the call would go unanswered and he could put this off for another day, possibly forever, and just act like everything was the same as it had been. But he knew he would answer- he always did for Stiles, no matter what.

There was a click and then a few moments of static.

"Hello?"

"Hey, daddy-o, what's up?" Stiles asked, fingers clenching his phone tightly.

The man on the other line sighed. "Nothing much, just got home from work."

"How was it?"

"Altogether unexciting, son. You wanna know what the biggest thing of the day was?"

"What?"

"Some werewolf kid got scared in the playground, wolfed out and ran into a tree. When he changed back he couldn't figure out how to get down so instead of working it out on their own, they called the police, Stiles. For a kid in a fucking tree. A werewolf at that."

Stiles chuckled. "Sorry for the town being so safe."

"Yeah, it's damned shame. Times like this when I wish my life was like one of those CSI shows, where the cops get to pull out their guns every five minutes."

Stiles faked a gasp. "Dad I can't have you getting shot at! Are you trying to raise my blood pressure?"

The sheriff laughed. "Alright, son, I'll stay home, all by myself, just for your sake."

That made Stiles a little sad. He frowned and shifted in his blanket. "Dad, you know I can mo-"

"Don't even think about it. Your old man knows how to take care of himself without his little brat around- I'm doing fine. We've talked about this, and the discussion's over."

He said it in such a way that it didn't leave room for Stiles to argue.

"You could start dating dad," Stiles said with a smirk. "I've heard that women love a man in uniform."

"I'm too old to play the game, been there, done that."

"Dad you're a total DILF!"

"Stiles," the man said in a half serious, half exasperated tone. "I don't ever want to hear those words come out of your mouth ever again."

Stiles laughed. "C'mon, seriously. There's got to be someone. What about at the hospital? Those nurses are always so enraptured by you when you come in with a bloody criminal."

There was silence.

"Holy shit, are you serious? You're crushing on someone and you didn't even tell me!? What the hell?"

"Stiles, a middle aged man does not crush on anything."

"You've totally got the hots for someone!" Stiles said, sitting straight up, a smile plastered on his face. "Who is she? Does she have a facebook? Dude! Tell me all the deets!"

"What hell are deets?"

"The details, dad," Stiles said, rolling his eyes. "God, you're like, ancient."

His father sighed. "Her name is Melissa, she's one of the nurses."

"Uh," Stiles said, trying to remember. "Long black hair? Pretty smile?"

"That's the one."

Stiles smirked. "You sly dog, you. Go get her!"

"And that's the end of that conversation," The sheriff replied. "Did you call me for a specific reason other than to harass me about my love life?"

Stiles sighed. "Yeah- um, about that, dad."

"Something wrong?" He asked. Stiles could already hear the worry in his voice.

"Dad- look, I need to explain something to you. What I'm going to tell you is probably going to freak you out, and you'll probably be super enraged or whatever- but this is a decision I made on my own, okay? Nobody forced me, and you know that I'm stubborn as a mule so no one could ever force me to do something I didn't want to do. I really enjoy this dad, like, a lot- and I need to tell you because you're my father and I can't even really keep secrets from you if I tried. I love you and I know you'll still love me-"

"Stiles, what the hell are you talking about." It wasn't a question.

Stiles took a breath. "I got a job and I think I'm going to go through with it."

There was silence. "Okay?"

Stiles winced to himself, pulling his blanket closer around him. "How much exactly do you know about werewolf pack dynamics?"

"Stiles if someone is threaten -"

"Dad I told you no one is threatening me to do anything. It's just," Stiles sighed and held his breath, closing his eyes. "ItturnsoutImgoingtobepackbitch."

There was silence for a few moments. "Say what?"

"I-I. Am going. To be. Pack…, um, bitch?"

"Pack… bitch?"

"Now before you start it's not nearly as derogatory as it sounds-"

"Stiles," there was the sound of seeping anger in his father's voice, a breathy, rough thing that had only been used on a handful of occasions. "Explain. Now."

"Look- we don't have any money dad, and I saw this ad in the paper for this position-"

"Which was pack bitch?"

"Well, yeah, kind o-"

"So you choose to fucking sell yourself, Stiles?! What the he-"

"Dad you're overreacting! Just let me explain, please, I know it sounds bad but just let me talk."

"I get that you're into were's Stiles but this is something completely fucking differe-"

"For fuck's sake Dad, shut up!" Stiles yelled into the room. The voice on the other line stopped immediately, complemented by heavy breathing. "I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't want to. Look, I'll even give you all the info. The main guy is Derek Hale, CEO of Haltech Inc. and Alpha of the Hale pack, okay? It's some kind of software distribution company, and if you want I'll tell you the names of the rest of the pack, alright? Basically, they needed someone to solidify their standing with the other Alpha's of the board-"

"So you volunteered yourself to be what? A prostitute?"

"Dad, please, just listen. This once. I know I've done a lot of stupid shit but this… this is something that I think I want for real. And that I legitimately like. So please. Just listen?"

The silence he was met with was his answer.

"You can look up what a pack bitch is if you want- but it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's nothing bad or derogatory. At first, it was all business. I would just take the place of pack bitch so that Derek could get the other Alpha's off his back and in return he would take care of all the school fees and then some, okay? Like- a ridiculous amount of money. So, like I said, nobody forced me to do anything. I'm going on dates with each guy of the pack to see if their suitable, and if I like them all in the end, then-"

"You'll officially be… bitch." The words didn't come out nicely- they dripped with anger and a strong bit of bitterness.

"But I really like these guys, dad," Stiles said. "They're all amazing and really hot. They're funny and sweet and caring and loving and they're not trying to rape me or anything. They actually care, okay? A lot."

"Stiles you can't love multiple people."

"We had this conversation when I told you I was partially homosexual, remember dad? I'm a very "

"Sexually fluid individual, Stiles, I get it," he heard his father sigh. "This doesn't sound okay at all, Stiles, and I can't give you my approval-"

"Come up and meet them, Dad," Stiles said, biting his lip. "Vernon Boyd, Isaac Lahey, Peter Hale, Jackson Whittemore and this guy named Scott but I can't remember his last name- I'll tell you when I figure it out. Do your creepy little sheriff stalk thing you do on people I date- yes I know about all of that, by the way- try and find as much dirt as you can on Derek and the rest and come up and grill them until the sun blows up. But Dad, I'm serious about this. I-I think I really like these guys. And they like me back and I could see myself… doing this."

"And what about college? You're there to serve them and what happens to you?"

"We've agreed that I don't do anything until I feel I'm ready," Stiles supplied. "They have Isaac for the other stuff until then."

"So this Isaac would be… uh,"

"Pack bitch. Like me."

He could tell that his father was still uncomfortable with the entire idea. Which made sense, but he had to know that this was something Stiles wanted.

"I've already made this decision," Stiles admitted. "I really want you to be a part of this and the future and maybe… maybe the family that might happen."

"Stiles-"

"Please, Dad. As your son, please, just. Give this a chance. I'm begging you."

All he heard for a long while was the soft breaths of his father. "I'll be up there in two weeks. I don't care if you've made the decision or not I'll kill each and every one of them if I don't like them even a bit, understood?"

Stiles smiled. "Yeah Dad, understood. Thank you."

The sheriff sighed. "Don't thank me, son. I'm your father and I'll always love you. I just… I just want you to be safe, alright?"

"Always will."

"So, these um… dates- how are they going?" The tone was awkward but Stiles smiled at the question.

"Great! I only have three left, Boyd's next."

"I thought his name was Vernon?" Figures his dad would memorize everything the moment he told him.

"Everyone calls him Boyd. And he's tall and muscled and strong and god those lips-"

"Stiles."

Stiles laughed. "Sorry, I get a little carried away thinking about how attractive they all are. Dad you're going to love them, I promise."

"I'm sure I will, son. I have to go to bed but I'll- I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay? And you're going to tell me every single detail of this Boyd character and the rest of them-"

"Oh, dad, I'm sure you don't want to hear every detail."

"You know what I mean!"

"Yeah, I do," Stiles said, smiling. "Now go to bed, old man. I'll talk to you later. I love you."

"Love you too. Goodnight, Stiles."

"Goodnight pops."

Stiles hung up the phone and laid his head against the back of the sofa, breathing out a sigh of relief. The worst was over- well at least for him. The pack was in for a world of trouble when his father came up- but he pushed that to the back of his mind, letting his thoughts settle on how good Boyd's lips would feel against his.

XoX

Stiles was a very kinky person, but this was a whole new level. When Boyd had showed up he had promptly tied a blindfold around Stiles' eyes and dragged him from his apartment, not even giving a hint of what would be happening.

"At least tell me what street we're on." Stiles complained, grasping Boyd's thigh where the taller man had placed it once they were inside the car.

"You don't need to know that," Boyd's deep voice responded. "I'm not going to throw you in a river."

"Why would you?" Stiles asked, a smirk on his face as he let his hand trail up to the inside of Boyd's thigh, dangerously close to his crotch. "You could do so many other things with me blindfolded."

He felt a hand squeeze on his with a tight grip. "Don't tease me, Stiles." He said in a slightly flustered voice.

"Then tell me where we're going!"

"You'll find out when we get there!"

XoX

Stiles understood immediately why Boyd had told him to dress warmly when it wasn't even cold enough for a heavy jacket. The air was chilly, wherever he was, and Boyd's large hand was at the small of his back as he slowly led him to wherever they were going.

"Boy, have I ever told you how big your hands are? God, the things you could do with those things…"

There was a light squeeze on his ass. "The things I will do with these things," Boyd's voice whispered next to his ear, warm breath making him shiver. "All right, here we go." Boyd pushed his shoulder down and Stiles fell onto a seat of some kind. He tried to interpret where they were as he felt hands begin to untie his shoes and slip something else on.

"This isn't very gentlemanly of you, ya know. Putting me in a blindfold and taking me wherever you wish."

"With all the complaining you're doing I should've kept the blindfold on but taken you in a very different way."

Stiles smiled, putting on a southern belle accent. "Oh my, Mr. Vernon, you're giving me the vapors."

He heard a chuckle. Then he felt hands under his arms, lifting him up easily. "Alright now, brace yourself."

He was put down after a moment but he slid forward a bit without moving and I felt like he was floating. Boyd's hand was still on his back as he pushed him forward, going along behind him. They stopped after a moment, Stiles still trying to figure out where they were.

"Ice skating?" He guessed aloud. Boyd laughed and worked at his blindfold until it fell away, the light hitting his eyes. He squinted for a moment before he was able to take in the sights around him. True to his guess, he stood in the middle of an ice skating rink, the stadium lights of the large dome building shining bright onto them. It was curiously empty, the bleachers and benches held no other people, no other sounds save for the two of them.

"I got the manager to give it to me for a few hours," Boyd said. Stiles turned to look up at him and the man was smiling, his teeth shining and his brown eyes dancing. "Just for the two of us."

Stiles smiled and looked down at his feet, which were tied in ice skates. "How did you know I could?"

"I didn't," Boyd said, a bashful smile on his face. "Plan A was that if you couldn't, you'd sort of lean on me as I taught you."

"And plan B?"

Boyd smiled again. Stiles could get used to those. "We could just skate together."

Stiles nodded. "Then what exactly are we waiting for?"

Boyd laughed and almost immediately pushed off, gliding away from Stiles easily. He went out further and then began to curve back, sliding across the ice in gentle strokes, circling around him. He did a few sharp turns here and there and Stiles was a little mesmerized- for such a bulky man he moved with a grace Stiles himself didn't have at the best of times. It looked almost like second nature, the way he moved and seemed to levitate across the ice, turning and skating backwards a few times. He was smiling all the way, eyes open and bright and Stiles could have easily fell in love with his laugh. Boyd caught his eyes after a few minutes and skated back towards him, hands wrapping around his waist as he got close.

"You scared?" Boyd asked.

"No," Stiles responded easily, wrapping his arms around Boyd's neck. "Just watching you. You're really good, ya know."

"Yeah. I am."

Stiles rolled his eyes. Boyd laughed and began to pull him along and Stiles soon got his own feet on the ice, skating easily after Boyd as the larger man skated backwards, watching him with playful eyes. Stiles didn't dare attempt the spins or turns that Boyd did, but they sometimes caught hands and Boyd would lead him around, bodies close and laughter mingling in the empty stadium. Boyd was warm and Stiles hadn't been kidding about his hands- they were strong yet assuring, firm and gentle at the same time. Stiles skated across the ice to where Boyd was and caught his hand, slowing them down until they were wrapped in each other, spinning slowly in a circle.

"So, Boyd, this just a rand, spur of the moment ice-skating crave?"

Boyd smiled that bright smile of his. "Um, actually, no. There's a story behind this place."

"You gonna keep it to yourself?" Stiles asked, looking into the taller man's eyes. Boyd pulled him closer and turned him around so that he could rest his chin on Stiles' shoulder, hands on his waist.

"Well," he sighed. "When I was a kid my mom used to take me here all the time. She was amazing at it, better than I could ever be. It was like she was an angel, the way she floated across. Taught me everything I knew. She was beautiful ya know, loud and friendly and charismatic and gorgeous and everything that was good."

"And your dad?"

It was quiet for a moment. "He was never really in the picture."

"Oh," Stiles said quietly, placing his hands over Boyd's. "I'm sorry."

"It's cool- don't be. He just sort of up and left us when I was really young. I don't even remember him. I guess I sort of had to… grow up fast, ya know? With my dad not in the picture, I sort of had to become the man of the house. Especially when I got older and my mom got older along with me and things didn't come so easy to her as they used to- I had to start taking care of everything. The house, had to get a job and help pay the bills, take care of my sister. It was all up to me. I used to work here on the Zamboni, cleaning the ice.

"When my mom died-"

Stiles' hands instinctually squeezed Boyd's. He just let out a soft chuckle and Stiles knew he was smiling.

"It's ok- promise. But, when my mom died I just… I came here a lot. To remember her. I used to imagine I could see her floating across the ice like she always was. I used to just skate here, pretending she was with me. And then after my sister di-"

Another squeeze. Boyd squeezed back.

"Afterwards, I guess I sort of had a breakdown. I didn't have a family, didn't have anyone. So I went to some random Alpha and asked for the bite- and they gave it to me. Some crap happened and I had to leave that pack, so I kinda just came here and snuck around, stayed here for days, crying and just completely out of it. And this- this is where Derek found me. Him, Laura and Peter had come and he found me here, sad and broken. And he… he took me in, and now he's my Alpha- rightfully so."

Stiles was close to tears and Boyd could tell. Boyd's hands turned him until they were face to face and the man smiled, wiping away the tears at the corner of his eyes with a warm thumb.

"Don't cry," Boyd said.

"Sorry, I-I just," Stiles sighed and gulped. "I know how it feels to lose your mom." He gave a watery and crooked smile. "I couldn't even imagine losing a mom and a sister- I'm-I'm so sorry."

Boyd smiled again and Stiles couldn't help but smile back. "Well we all have things we go through right? And I'll never forget them, but Derek and the pack are my new family and I love them with all my heart. And now," Boyd said, leaning in a bit closer. "I have you?"

Stiles laughed. "Yeah," he said, pulling Boyd in closer. "Yeah, you do."

Stiles moaned when he finally felt Boyd's lips on his. Boyd pulled him in close, wrapping his arms around him and Stiles melted into the warmth of his form, shuddering at the strength in Boyd's arms. Boyd's lips were soft and full and moved against his in the most tender, soft way. Stiles groaned and opened his mouth, letting Boyd's tongue slip in and lap inside. The warmth of his mouth was contrasted by the cool of the air and Stiles kissed back with equal fervor letting Boyd control the kiss.

They pulled back when they couldn't breathe anymore and as Stiles looked into Boyd's eyes they both laughed, their breaths coming out in vapor. Stiles tried to stand on the tips of his toes and gave the tip of Boyd's nose a kiss.

"Yeah. You definitely have me."