Mischief Mondays Chapter 2: Stetopher - Sharing Cheap Sheets, a teen wolf fanfic

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Title: Sharing Cheap Sheets – Mischief Mondays Series

Tags: m/m/m, polyamory, Alpha Peter, Spark Stiles, magic, fluff, there is only one bed

Main Pairing: Chris/Peter/Stiles

Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Peter Hale, Chris Argent, Derek Hale, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd III, Isaac Lahey, Jackson Whittemore, Lydia Martin, Cora Hale, Scott McCall, Allison Argent

Summary: During a mission, the pack has to rest for the night. The motel they end up in is so overbooked that three of them have to share one room each. Stiles has the questionable luck of rooming with their mated Alpha pair, on whom he has the hugest crush.

Sharing Cheap Sheets

Mischief Mondays Series

The pack was out on a mission that took them out of Beacon Hills. They'd been hunting a pack of rogue shifters who had been squatting in their territory for a week now, evading the Hale Pack so far. They'd finally managed to chase the invaders to the very outskirts of the Hale territory, which was close to the next town over, all the way through the mountains separating the two towns. So when they were in Silver Lake by nightfall, with the rogue pack nowhere in sight, they decided to turn in for the night to continue their search tomorrow and, if the pack had indeed left their territory, so they could hike back to Beacon Hills by the light of day.

It was summer and Silver Lake was a popular vacation destiny, so they only found a place with empty rooms on their third attempt. A motel. The kind that caused Peter to make the most disgruntled and appalled expression Stiles had ever seen on him, which had no right to be that cute. However, even this place didn't have enough rooms for them all – which was fair enough, there were twelve members to their pack, and that would have been asking too much. Four rooms left. So the pack decided to split and cram, three people per room was still doable.

The original Hale betas immediately banded together, Erica grabbing both Boyd and Isaac and pulling them close with a broad grin. Derek heaved a sigh and came to stand with their Alphas, Chris and Peter. It was reasonable for the three adults to share, Stiles supposed, even though he found himself very envious of their pack's Right Hand. Then again, that was his crush on Chris and Peter talking. Ever since Peter had come back from the dead, and even more so when he reclaimed his Alpha-hood after Derek had given up his own, the man had a kind of captivating effect on Stiles. He'd become the kind of Alpha one could respect, admire and be glad to have on their side. Said feeling quickly developed into a full-blown crush, with all the yearning and lusting. And that only got worse after Chris and Peter started dating, because now there was a hot Alpha pair of DILFs tormenting Stiles' every wet dream. Seriously, having to watch Peter and Chris make out was torture, but the best kind. Anyway. Moving on. Lydia was quick to grab Cora and Allison, claiming a room for the remaining girls. Which left Stiles with Scott and Jackson.

"Abso-fucking-lutely not," Stiles crossed his arms and leveled a glare first at Jackson and Scott, then at the rest of the pack. "Someone will change rooms with me, I fully refuse to spend my night squished between those two while they're having their regular pissing contest. Not happening. You all know they got even worse – how was that even possible – after Jacks and I became friends. I swear, they make me feel like the leading lady in a trashy YA fantasy novel. Whoever will she pick, the hot asshole jock with a heart of gold or the dorky sweetheart childhood best friend? ...Ah, fuck, that actually is every single YA love triangle, isn't it. How is this my life."

He heaved an exasperated sigh and rubbed his face. Scott and Jackson had always had their rivalry, first about Lacrosse, then about their place in the pack – Scott having been the first beta but Jackson having been the first beta Derek had turned, both also having this weird need for validation from a male authority figure (daddy issues, yay) – but it really had gotten worse after Jackson and Stiles started being friends. So here Stiles was. Living the life of a YA protagonist, only that he wasn't even getting laid either way (not that he wanted to sleep with either of them, it was about the principle! He had to endure all the drama and competition and didn't even get something out of it).

"You could just come room with us. Make it a foursome," Erica grinned and wiggled her eyebrows.

Isaac had a shit-eating grin on his lips, fully enabling her, while Boyd sighed and shook his head at them both. Stiles rolled his eyes, knowing neither of the trio would give up their spot in their room. His eyes landed on the girls next. Both Allison and Lydia offered him apologetic looks.

"That would be pointless," Lydia supplied. "If either me or Allison switch rooms with you, we'll just have one of them super smug and the other playing wounded puppy."

"And none of us want that," Allison added with a smile. "Including you."

"I simply refuse to be involved in this," Cora declared with a hard glare.

Stiles glared back. These Hales really thought they could still intimidate him. Hah. He was immune to the eyebrows of doom and any kind of growling coming from them. Because he by now knew their secret. They all adored him, they just didn't know how to show it.

"Derek," Peter growled. "You're rooming with Jackson and Scott."

"What," Derek's voice was flat, Scott's pitched and Jackson's was a growl.

"Stiles is right," Chris offered, giving the three a stern look. "Someone has to control those two. You're the Right Hand, you reign them in. Stiles needs rest, he exhausted enough of his magic today on the search, he doesn't need to wrangle the pups half the night."

Stiles turned to offer them both the brightest smile. As he walked past Derek, he brushed his arm against the wolf, gently scent-marking him in what may or may not be an apology for whatever hellish night awaited Derek. The beta growled softly but he still brushed his own hand down Stiles' back. Losing his position as Alpha had honestly done Derek so much good. Most of his moody assholery had rooted from being absolutely in over his head. He was never meant to be an Alpha, he was meant to be his sister's Right Hand – but even that was only supposed to happen so many years later than it did, once their parents would retire. Instead, he'd been thrust into that position far too young, just to then lose his sister and have to play Alpha himself. Now that Peter was back, was acting as a responsible Alpha, Derek got to play the part he was meant to and he blossomed in it.

"Stiles," Scott tried one last time, whining.

"Not the puppy-dog eyes, Scotty," Stiles shook his head and went to hide behind Peter. "Nope. I am not caving. Chris is right, I am fucking exhausted. I do not have the energy to deal with you two."

"I swear, if you snore, I will tear your tongue out, McCall," Jackson warned annoyed.

A small smile spread over Stiles' lips when he felt Chris' hand on his lower back. Scent-marking (something the humans in their pack had been doing so regularly for so long now, they did it near instinctively too), but also stabilizing. It may have happened in the past that Stiles' legs gave out under him when he was too exhausted. Which he wasn't right now, but he still appreciated the support and gentle concern. Peter took Stiles' bag from him as they headed to their room, making Stiles' smile grow some more. This was potentially a worse rooming arrangement than with Jackson and Scott, on account of his feelings for the mated pair, but damn if he didn't crave it anyway.

"Do you want to shower first, Stiles?" Chris asked. "You said hot water helps you relax."

"Yeah, tha..." Stiles trailed off for a moment as they entered their bedroom. "Uh. Thanks. Yeah."

His eyes were on the definitely too small bed. That may perhaps fit two people but even that seemed like a tight squeeze. Oh, yeah, this was going to be torture. His gaze settled on Peter. Peter and his damn werewolf nose that would totally be able to smell if Stiles got a hard-on from snuggling with the mated pair. Maybe he should go back to switch with Derek after all. Swallowing hard, he grabbed his bag and rushed into the bathroom. Shower first. Relaxation, distraction and also buying time to think about what to do tonight.

/break\

Peter and Chris more or less dumped their bag in a corner and then laid down on the bed together, Peter curling into his mate, burying his face in Chris' neck. If someone had told him just five years ago that the scent of an Argent would one day sooth him, he would have ripped their throats out. Yet here he was, in love with an Argent. Peculiar, how fate sometimes worked out.

"Well, that worked out in your favor a little too well," Chris whispered, soft but stern.

"Whatever do you mean," Peter tilted his head up to look at his mate innocently.

"You have never been innocent, don't try that look," Chris snorted and rolled his eyes. "I mean the part where Stiles is going to end up in our bed. Nearly like you planned it."

Well, Peter wasn't going to deny that this worked out nicely. "I'm a grown man, Christopher, I was not looking forward to sharing a bed with my nephew. The last time Derek sneaked into my bed, he was nine. We are both way past that."

Chris didn't look impressed. "But you don't mind sharing the bed with our Emissary."

"Do you mind?" Peter challenged, one eyebrow cocked.

His mate's silence was all the answer he needed. Smirking pleased, Peter settled back down against Chris. He knew that the hunter was as infatuated with their little Spark as Peter. There was just something so appealing to the highly competent, clever, loyal boy. The fact that he was pretty only made falling for him even easier. Grinning, Peter dragged lazy kisses along Chris' neck.

The bathroom door opened about five minutes later, gaining both their attention. The wolf froze in his mate's arms, because Stiles was wearing nothing but boxer shorts (Batman boxer shorts, ridiculously enough). Water droplets were running down Stiles' torso and though the boy wasn't as well-trained and muscular as the wolves, he had gained some definition over his time with the supernatural too. All these new moles that Peter had never gotten to see before were the most enchanting part though, his eyes burning with the desire to map them out with his tongue.

Stiles didn't seem self-conscious, he didn't even seem to care about anything right now, before he simply collapsed forward onto the bed, laying sprawled out right next to them both. His face was buried in the pillow, letting it swallow his groan. Raising one eyebrow, Peter looked at his mate. Chris wasn't paying attention to Peter though, his steel-blue eyes were tracing down Stiles' spine, settling on the Spark's ass for a moment before going down long, pale legs. A knowing smirk spread over Peter's lips as he cleared his throat, gaining Chris' attention. The hunter looked flustered, embarrassed to be caught by Peter. But Peter didn't gloat for long, he wanted to enjoy the view too.

"Sweetheart, did you perhaps forget something?" Peter asked lightly. "Like, clothes?"

"Ye—eah," Stiles dragged out a deep sigh, face still mushed into the pillow.

"...Stiles," Peter's voice lost some of its playfulness. "Did you downplay how much you exhausted your magic again? You are flat on your face and you didn't manage to get dressed."

He felt himself tense, because this wouldn't be the first time. Stiles didn't like worrying the pack and especially in his early stages of mastering his magic, he had severely downplayed how much overusing his magic affected him. Peter and Chris had had a very stern talk with Stiles after the boy had collapsed on them one time and the mated pair had been convinced that Stiles understood, understood that as the Alphas, they needed to be able to trust their Emissary to be honest.

With another groan did Stiles roll onto his side so he could glare at Peter. "Fuck you. Stop always forgetting that I am a squishy human! I'm neither a super-strong and healing wolf nor a ridiculously trained hunter! I'm regular exhausted from the six hour hike through the mountains that we just did. Muscles in my legs are burning that I didn't even know existed."

While Peter stared at the boy in amusement, Chris huffed out a laugh. The hunter leaned over a little, to get a better look at Stiles, now that the boy had turned over some.

"You're so exhausted from the hike that you forgot your clothes?" Chris asked.

"Well, those are two different issues," Stiles frowned at him. "Also, I do need you to remember that I also exhausted my magic. Like, this is double exhaustion, okay? Six hour hike on top of using my magic for six hours, so do cut me some slack here. And the clothes aren't like… I didn't forget them in the bathroom? I forgot them in my closet at home? But my clothes have… goop on them, from that weird shifter, so I washed them out and this is… all I am left with."

Peter reached out to run his fingers through Stiles' hair, loving how soft it was, how Stiles had grown it out into the perfect length for Peter to play with. Then, he let his hand run down Stiles' cheek and neck, until he rested it on the boy's upper arm. Leaving his hand there, he started to drain the pain from their boy. A soft, blissful moan spilled from Stiles' lips, his eyelids fluttering shut.

"You guys would make so much money if you rented that out," Stiles muttered happily.

"Can we circle back to the part where you forgot your clothes at home," Chris requested.

There was an endearing pout on Stiles' lips as he looked up at the hunter. "Listen, you know my brain doesn't always do what it's supposed to! I was so focused on bringing all ingredients and the mountain ash and the books I might need, I… was fully convinced I had packed everything important when I was done. I didn't… remember that I was supposed to pack my stuff too."

Peter laughed softly, gently caressing Stiles' arm with his thumb, though he did turn to give Chris a look. With a sharp nod did Chris get out of the bed to head over to their bag. Moments later, he threw one of Peter's sweat-pants and one of Chris' shirts at Stiles.

"You'll catch a cold if you sleep in your boxers. This room is drafty," Chris pointed out.

With some difficulty did Stiles sit up and get dressed. As much as Peter had enjoyed the view, Stiles had just reminded them of the downsides of being human. His aches and lack of stamina and strength. But another downside was their affinity to get sick. Though, seeing Stiles wear both their clothes was also a delightful view. Peter's wolf purred pleased, seeing their chosen mate like that. Wrapped into their scents, accepting their clothes without question.

"Stiles," Chris' voice took on a sharper note when Stiles just laid back down. "Eat something. You'll need your strength. I know how you get if you go to sleep without food in your stomach after a magic drain. C'mon, I brought some snacks. Take your pick."

He'd brought crackers, apples and bananas, because at his heart, Christopher Argent was such a dad. Peter gave his mate a highly amused look that was consequently ignored by the hunter. After a moment's consideration, Stiles grabbed a banana and Peter was going to die. Naturally did Chris turn the tables and offer Peter a smug and amused look now, because the hunter knew just how obsessed Peter was with Stiles' mouth. The boy's oral fixation was going to end Peter and having to watch those pink, soft lips wrap around the banana's shaft, slowly sliding part of the fruit into his mouth, Peter's thoughts wandered to entirely different things that should be pushed in there.

"Behave," Chris whispered into Peter's ear, suddenly laying next to Peter again.

"Never," Peter growled back, offering a small grin.

He did note the way Chris was watching Stiles too. Their boy appeared fully oblivious to the effect he had on the mated pair. Which might be for the best. The last thing Peter wanted was to make Stiles uncomfortable if the three of them had to share a bed anyway.

"Is there anything you need, doll?" Chris asked, his voice a low rumble.

Stiles pushed the last bit of banana into his mouth – there was still so much though, and Peter's mind strayed again – before he swallowed and shook his head. "Hot shower, warm clothes, food. All I need is sleep for… like… ten hours. Can I have that?"

He offered Peter and Chris the irresistible Bambi eyes, his big, brown eyes turning even bigger. Peter's wolf always went wild for that look, it made their boy look so much like prey and Peter wanted to hunt him for sport, pin him down and devour him whole.

"We'll organize the betas in the morning and do the prep work, you sleep as long as you can."

Stiles turned to grin pleased at Peter. "Thanks, Alpha. Night, guys."

With that, the Spark laid down, closed his eyes and was out like a candle. Heaving a sigh, Peter reached out for him to pull him close. The bed wasn't exactly big. They needed the space. And he wanted Stiles as close to himself as possible, relishing in his scent and warmth. Chris leaned in, pressing a kiss to the top of Stiles' head before kissing Peter good night.

/break\

Chris woke up with his arms around Stiles' waist, the boy's back flush against his front. His nose was buried in the soft hair at the nape of Stiles' neck, inhaling that scent of lightning and honey. At some point in the night, Stiles had rolled over Chris and found his place half on top of Peter, squished between the both of them. Peter looked utterly pleased by that as he looked at their boy. Stiles stirred in his arms, stretching a little and arching into Chris, consequently also pushing himself against the hunter's crotch. Chris sucked in a breath, his morning erection very pleased by that but his brain freezing at the thought of Stiles' disgust when he noticed. Next to him, Peter tensed, eyes flashing red as he stared at Chris, smelling his mate's arousal and knowing Stiles was waking up, most likely coming to the same concerned thought as Chris.

One honey-whiskey eye opened, long lashes fluttering as Stiles tilted his head to look up at Peter with a lazy, happy smile, snuggling back down. "I like this one."

Peter cocked an eyebrow, looking at Chris, who just shrugged. "Good morning, sweetheart."

Humming softly, Stiles sat up enough to… lean down and kiss Peter. "Morning."

Peter froze, staring up at Stiles in surprise. Chris blinked startled too. What was happening? It took Stiles a moment, frowning at their reactions, before realization dawned on him and an absolutely horrified expression settled on his face. He clasped a hand over his mouth.

"Oh, this is not a dream, fuck," Stiles whispered softly to himself. "Fuck. Right. Mission. Motel."

The Spark tried to scramble out of the bed, but Peter reacted quickly and grabbed his wrist, pulling him back toward them. The Alpha's eyes flashed red and while Chris knew that was in delight, lust and eagerness, to Stiles, in that moment, it seemed more threatening.

"Shit, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" Stiles started, voice panicky.

"Calm down, doll, we're not upset," Chris interrupted him, voice gentle. "But we would like to know just how often you dream about waking up in bed with us."

Stiles' blush spread far, the boy looking away in embarrassment. "Can… Can we not?"

A sly smirk spread over Peter's lips a he reached out with his free hand to cup Stiles' face, tilt it toward himself so he could kiss Stiles. Soft and tender and slow, until the Spark melted against him.

"Perhaps you aren't the only one who has had a recurring dream featuring this scenario," Peter offered against Stiles' lips. "But as your Alphas, we didn't want to make you feel pressured…"

"Oh," Stiles blinked with large doe-eyes, turning to Chris. "Wait. Really?"

Chris took that as his cue to also kiss their Emissary, a little more rough than Peter, leaving Stiles panting and even more flushed, which was a very beautiful visual. Peter smiled pleased and pulled Stiles back to lay between them, wrapping his arms around the Spark's mid-section.

"Yeah, really," Chris whispered, pressing a kiss to Stiles' shoulder. "Wanna nap some more?"

Stiles hummed, the most content smile on his lips as he cuddled up to them. "Yeah."

~*~ The End ~*~

Author's note: Okay this time we are more in the ball-park I had planned for this series. Around 3k. This story was brought to you by: My need to write at least one "there is only one bed" fic for any ship I am deeply obsessed with! ;D