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Teen Wolf || Stetopher || Holidays and Honeymoon || Stetopher || Teen Wolf
Title: Holidays and Honeymoon – Stiles Summer Stories 2026
TW Disclaimer: All rights reserved to Jeff Davis and MTV. This fanfiction on the other hand is entirely mine. No money is made with this, though reviews are more than welcomed.
Tags: m/m/m, polyamory, canon divergence, the Hale Pack and the McCall Pack Coexist, Pack Alpha Peter, fluff, explicit intercourse, anal, oral, Daddy Kink, BDSM
Main Pairing: Chris/Peter/Stiles
Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Chris Argent, Peter Hale, Kira Yukimura
Writer’s Month Prompts 2026: wind + island
Summary: The McCall Pack is on a cruise together. A very hot married couple on their second honeymoon catches Stiles’ attention and seems like a great distraction whenever all the couples in his pack are doing couple-y things.
Holidays and Honeymoon
Stiles Summer Stories 2026
The McCall Pack was going on vacation together. They’d saved the life of some big-shot business man, well business werewolf, and he seemed to feel the need to express his gratitude with this. As he owned the cruise line, he thought that an appropriate gift. Scott had, of course, tried to decline, because he wasn’t helping people for monetary compensation. Stiles had been short of stabbing his best friend. A free cruise. If the dude wanted to thank them, let him!
In the end, Scott’s severely overworked pack had outvoted their Alpha. They’d been protecting Beacon Hills since they were in high school, after all. And though college had pulled most of them away somewhere else, they were now back in town. Which also meant they were overworked not just from saving the town but from college, plus college debt left one not exactly with the spare change for a month long cruise trip. This? This was something they all deserved.
Only that Stiles hadn’t entirely considered one thing. Having spent years away at college and now being back and usually going on patrols and such in smaller groups, Stiles had forgotten just how fucking obnoxious all the couples in their pack were. Or rather, how annoying it was to be the only single among couples. They may no longer be in the pairings they’d been in when the pack had started out – Scott and Kira, Stiles and Malia, Lydia and Jackson – but that somehow made it worse. Because when the pack had started out, Stiles had been in a relationship too.
Then all three couples gradually broke up, new people joined the pack – Ethan and Aiden, leading to Lydia and Aiden dating, as well as Ethan and Jackson. Aiden died and with time, Scott and Lydia had grown romantically closer and she found comfort and love with their Alpha. Meanwhile, Kira and Malia found together too. And then there were the younger members of the pack, Liam and Hayden, as well as Corey and Mason. Couples everywhere. Only Stiles was notoriously single.
Well, not notoriously. He’d actually dated in college. A girlfriend, a boyfriend, a couple hook-ups. But never found that kind of intense love that his pack-mates seemed to have found. And that was fine. Most of the time. Not so much when trapped on a ship with all of them, where they also were usually only half-dressed so a lot of making out was happening all around him.
“I need a drink,” Stiles sighed as he sank onto a stool the pool-side bar.
“ID,” the bartender demanded.
Stiles sputtered indignantly at that. “I am a librarian, I have lived through college, I am twenty-four years old, how do I not get a drink without showing ID?!”
The bartender was not moved by him and Stiles deflated. “Fine, whatever. A coke, then.”
He sullenly started sipping on his coke. “Twenty-four, you say?”
Stiles blinked and turned toward the voice. It was a nice voice. Rough and dark. He blinked more repeatedly when he laid eyes on the man who had spoken. Silver-streaked, well-kept beard framing a handsome face, intense, steel-blue eyes fixating Stiles, strong arms bulging where he was leaning onto the counter, tattoos over his upper arms and shoulder and probably also his chest. Definitely also his chest, Stiles amended when the man turned to fully face him. Silver chest-hair over tattoos and tight abs. Stiles licked his lips, his mouth suddenly very dry.
“...Huh?” Stiles asked intelligently, feeling his brain disconnect from his body.
All his brain-power was needed to imagine licking those abs and being pinned down by the man. Oh, Stiles hadn’t gotten laid in months. Since he had gotten back to Beacon Hills after college. Which maybe factored into his frustration with the pack, because everyone aside from him was getting laid. All Stiles got were dusty books and research holes, when all he really wanted was for his hole to get filled with a very nice cock. He wondered if this man had a nice cock. Probably.
“You really over twenty?”
The man’s eyes dragged over his body with clear interest and Stiles swallowed hard. Was this happening? Was a hot silver fox hitting on him at the bar? Had his prayers been heard? Was he going to get laid? He nodded eagerly, hoping it wasn’t too over-eager. The man’s eyes sparkled.
“I’m Chris,” he offered, holding out his hand. “What’s your name, pretty boy?”
“Pretty boy’s fine,” Stiles nodded, because nobody had ever called him ‘pretty boy’ before.
Chris chuckled. “I’d like to know your name anyway, if you don’t mind, pretty boy.”
“Stiles,” Stiles said, as he took Chris’ hand to shake.
And then Stiles just sat there, staring dumbly. Like he had fully forgotten how to interact with non-pack people, much less how to flirt. He was never tongue-tied! Why now that the epitome of DILF-dom was hitting on him? He needed to say something clever, something funny, anything.
“You okay there, doll?” Chris asked after taking a slow drink, his eyes still so very intense. “You look uncomfortable. If you’re not into this, no harm done, let me know and I’ll move on. I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“No, I just…” Stiles shook his head and sighed. “I think I have forgotten how to interact with humans. Uhm. I mean, I just… I’m a librarian. Just got back from college, started my first real job. So my main points of contact are old books and teenagers. Let me amend that further because I just made myself sound like a creep. I work at the high school library. There, better.”
Chris just chuckled at that and it was such a rich, deep sound that it sent a shudder down Stiles’ spine. An additional plus was that the man didn’t seem annoyed by the rambling. He seemed intrigued. Stiles took another drink from his coke.
“What about you,” Stiles asked belatedly. “I mean, what do you do?”
“I run a hunting and camping equipment store,” Chris replied easily.
“Oh, that’s cool,” Stiles blinked. “My dad, he’s a sheriff, and we usually go hunting once a year. Didn’t while I was away at college, of course, so that’s one of the things I’m glad to have back, now that I live back home. What… What do you enjoy doing?”
Chris smirked and reached out to run his fingers along Stiles’ arm. “Would it be too bold to say that I’d very much enjoy doing you, sweet thing?”
The nicknames were making Stiles a little heady and he was somewhat relieved he hadn’t gotten alcohol because that would have worsened that feeling tenfold. Stiles just opened and closed his mouth repeatedly. He couldn’t remember someone ever coming onto him this strongly – with so much blatant want. It was kind of a rush, to see that this man wasn’t picking him as some kind of second choice at the end of the night, but seemed to have his eyes fully set on him.
“Oh gods, I’d love that,” Stiles blurted out, then winced. “That sounded desperate.”
“Mh,” Chris’ lips curved in a very attractive smirk. “I like that. Having a young pretty boy like you desperate for me. I promise I’d make it worth it for you, baby.”
Stiles actually whimpered at that and he blushed embarrassed. Was this man set out to completely destroy him? Stiles wouldn’t mind. Chris let his hand wander up Stiles’ arm, until it was resting in Stiles’ neck, giving it a gentle squeeze that had Stiles’ eyelids flutter shut. When the man leaned in, so close that Stiles could feel his breath against Stiles’ cheek, Stiles felt like turning into jello.
“How about dinner today?” Chris asked, voice low and rough. “We talk about what we’d both… want out of this, while you are not distractingly shirtless, and then, if we are on the same page, I take you back to my room and have you as dessert?”
“Okay. Yes. That… That sounds great,” Stiles nodded, eagerness filling him. “Uhm, where do you want to meet? The ship has like half a dozen restaurants.”
“La Chat Noir, how does seven PM sound to you?”
Correction: There were ten restaurants on the ship. Seven of them were open to the general guests, part of the cruise. The other three were expensive, high-end restaurants that one had to pay for separately. La Chat Noir was one of them. It was a very fancy French restaurant. When Stiles had realized there were ‘pay extra’ restaurants on the cruise, he had scoffed. There was enough food inclusive! He was not going to be paying for extra food! But having a hot DILF pay for fancy extra food seemed… tempting. A grin spread over his lips and he nodded enthusiastically.
“Yeah. I would love that. I’ll meet you there, seven PM.”
A pleased noise rumbled in Chris’ chest as he leaned in just a little more, brushing a very innocent kiss to Stiles’ cheek. All Stiles could do was stare at the man when Chris pulled back again.
“I’m looking forward to it, baby,” Chris whispered pleased and got up.
/break\
After his morning encounter with Chris – and, okay, looking back at it, maybe trying to get a drink at 11AM hadn’t been his brightest or proudest hour (in all fairness, him and the pack had been awake all night partying so he kind of had not been aware of time) – Stiles was left jittery. He knew that going to bed and sleeping would be the best course of action, considering the aforementioned sleepless prior night and his desire to actually leave a good impression on his date. However, the jittery did not allow for sleep. So instead, he spontaneously signed up for an island tour.
Plus! He didn’t even have to go alone! Kira agreed to go with him. Well, Lydia, Jackson and Ethan also agreed to come, but they were strictly planning on doing shopping. So the five of them went to the island and then split up because Kira and Stiles were after the history and architecture.
“Oh, this is absolutely gorgeous,” Kira gasped as she looked up the old church.
“We should totally take a selfie,” Stiles declared, fumbling with his phone.
Kira grinned and pressed up against his side and just as Stiles took the picture, the wind picked up and blew Kira’s sun-hat off her head. She yelped and tried to hold onto it but it was already too late – the hat was on its journey across the street. Both of them chased after it just as it collided with the broad chest of a gorgeous man, who simply blinked at them both.
“So sorry about that,” Kira flushed a little. “Thank you for catching it.”
The man offered a charming smile and handed Kira the hat. “Of course. I believe I’ve seen the two of you on the Amphitrite, haven’t I?”
“Oh, yes,” Kira smiled. “You’re on the cruise too?”
“Yes,” he turned to walk and Stiles and Kira fell in step with him. “But I needed to get off the ship for a bit. As nice as the luxurious cruiser is, I needed some land under my feet.”
“Yeah, you gotta go and see something else,” Stiles agreed with a huff.
“Mh, and the sights seem to be very beautiful,” the man smiled at Stiles with intense, blue eyes.
Somehow, Stiles felt like he wasn’t talking about the church behind them. “Uhm, yeah. We figured we’ll look around the old town center, explore a little.”
“I was trying to do a bit of sight seeing and a bit of shopping. Pardon, where are my manners. I’m Peter, Peter Hale. It’s lovely to meet you.”
“Stiles,” Stiles took the man’s hand.
Peter gently rubbed against Stiles’ pulse, which made Stiles shudder. “Hi, I’m Kira.”
Peter also shook Kira’s hand, but it was a shorter hand-shake. The man’s eyes didn’t seem to leave Stiles. The three of them fell into easy conversation, mostly about the cruise and the program it had to offer, but also a bit about what they had seen of the island so far. They talked and walked, until they reached a nice, little café and Peter invited them to an ice-cream.
“My treat,” Peter said when Stiles reached for his wallet.
“Thank you,” Stiles smiled and felt warm at the smile that met him.
“I apologize if I’m too forward, but are the two of you here… together?” Peter asked.
“Uhm, yeah,” Stiles blinked confused. “With a bunch of our other friends.”
“Stiles,” Kira heaved an exasperated sigh. “The attractive man who has been flirting with you for the past hour wants to know if you and I are a couple. Which we are not. He is single. So—o single and definitely into older guys.”
Stiles sputtered and flushed. “I told you about Professor Hayes in confidence!”
“Never trust a fox,” Kira smiled brightly and then shoved Stiles toward Peter. “He would lo—ove to go on a date with you, actually. Wouldn’t you, Stiles?”
“I mean…” Stiles was looking directly at Peter’s collarbone, bare thanks to the deep v of his neckline, and licked his lips. “Yeah. If that is what you wanted to say.”
“Wonderful,” Peter smiled pleased. “How about tonight? Seven, at the Piazza del Pesce?”
Stiles found himself helplessly nodding, because a gorgeous man wanted to take him out to an expensive Italian restaurant. The euphoria of that overrode everything else in his brain.
/break\
At precisely six forty-five did Stiles realize his big, huge mistake.
He had two dates. At the same time. With two different, hot older men. He was a mess. A disaster. How could he possibly face either of them and say that he double-booked? He was going to look like an absolute slut and neither man would want to see him again.
He proceeded to spend the next ten minutes spiraling while haphazardly putting on what constituted his good clothes. The two restaurants were directly next to each other so his chances of catching them both at seven and having this embarrassing conversation only once were high. He would do it quick. Humiliate himself, head to the free burger restaurant, grab a burger, milkshake and curly fries to drown his misery in fast food and then go back to hide out in his room for possibly the rest of the cruise so he wouldn’t risk running into either of them again. Yes. Good, solid plan.
Taking a deep breath, he steeled himself for the embarrassment that was to follow. When he reached the two restaurants, his steps faltered, because Peter and Chris weren’t just standing there, together. They were arguing. Oh, had they somehow found out that he’d double-booked them for a date? He was going to die, right here, right now. Closing his eyes, he took another bracing breath.
“La Chat Noir,” Chris said with emphasis, glaring daggers at Peter. “We agreed on La Chat Noir.”
“We did no such thing, Christopher,” Peter looked disturbed. “The only French cooking I put up with is yours, and that has more to do with you than with the food.”
Chris dissolved into French cursing, which should not be as sexy as it was. “You are unbelievable, Peter. You did this on purpose, didn’t you?”
“Actually, no,” Peter raised his chin a little. “I merely assumed we had agreed on Italian, also known as the superior cuisine. Besides, does Stiles strike you as the type who’d want to eat duck or snails? Pizza and pasta is the way to a young man’s heart. Everybody knows this.”
“Unbelievable,” Chris muttered with a deep glare.
“Uhm… You two… know each other?” Stiles spoke up, when the two fell silent.
Actually, it didn’t just sound like they knew each other, it sounded like they had orchestrated Stiles having a date with both of them at the same time. He frowned deeply and crossed his arms. If this was some kind of set-up, he was going to call in his kitsune and banshee and these men were going to pay hell for it. Nobody played with him and lived through it.
“Oh, you look delectable,” Peter practically purred as his eyes dragged over Stiles. “Mh.”
“You do clean up nice, baby doll,” Chris agreed, his eyes filled with as much hunger.
“No. Nope. Do not distract with compliments,” Stiles waved his arms annoyed. “You two know each other! You! You set me up for this! I was feeling really guilty about agreeing to two dates at the same time and thought you would be mad, but you did this on purpose!”
Both men had the decency to look sheepish at that. Stiles continued not being impressed at all. He tapped his foot impatiently, urging them on to spill and explain. Peter smiled and reached out to take Chris’ hand, in a way that drew Stiles’ attention to the matching wedding bands they wore. Oh.
“My husband was the first one of us to catch you alone and speak to you,” Peter admitted. “Though we’ve had an eye on you for days. We’re on our second honeymoon and you seem like the perfect, pretty present to share. But… you’re hard to catch without your pack flocking around you.”
“I have questions about how you know about that,” Stiles muttered wide-eyed.
Peter smirked at him and for the fraction of a second, his eyes flashed red. Well, fuck.
“He is what I wanted to talk to you over dinner,” Chris continued, motioning at Peter. “Because I never intended to just… take you to bed alone. I wanted to arrange dinner, for the three of us, to see if you were open to that. But Peter, being his over-eager self, had to catch you alone and talk to you first and then apparently thought it would be fun to arrange a date with you too.”
“To be fair, I thought that Christopher and I had actually agreed on a restaurant,” Peter shot Chris a dirty look. “I thought it would be cute, if you arrived at the table, to realize we were both sitting there, waiting for you. And then we could have the threesome conversation.”
“Yeah, well, it wasn’t cute,” Stiles glared at Peter. “I thought you guys would be mad that I can’t keep anything straight, and that I messed this up and that I was trying to go on dates with you both.”
“Easy,” Chris’ voice was warm and soft, his touch gentle as he reached out for Stiles’ arm.
Stiles’ mouth clicked shut and he tried the deep breathing again. Peter frowned, looking guilty.
“I… apologize, that my idea clearly backfired and has upset you. That was not my intention. Tell me how I can make it up to you, sweetheart,” Peter requested.
Stiles frowned and looked closely at them both. They did seem genuine. And he did like them both – they were incredibly attractive and he had kind of clicked with them both. He turned around.
“Sushi,” Stiles declared, pointing at the third of the three expensive, additional pay restaurants. “If you two can’t agree between French and Italian cuisine, then we are having sushi. And then we talk, about what is going on here. And then we see.”
“More than acceptable terms,” Peter smiled pleased.
“I am taking the most expensive of things and definitely sashimi,” Stiles glared at him.
“You get to brat as much as you like, baby,” Chris chuckled delighted and wrapped an arm around his waist. “You’ll realize that we’re going to enjoy spoiling you.”
Stiles sputtered a little at being called out on being a brat, but also at the declaration that these men wanted to spoil him. The three of them headed into the restaurant, got a table and ordered. All done quietly. Their drinks arrived quickly and Stiles fidgeted a little with his glass.
“So,” Stiles pushed. “Explain what you actually want.”
“You,” Peter said bluntly. “Like I said, we’ve had our eyes on you for days now. Do you have any idea how beautiful and tempting you are when you get out of the pool, water-slick hair and glistening skin? The self-restrain to not throw you over my shoulder and carry you to our room-”
“Peter, try not to sound like a total creep,” Chris requested embarrassed, shooting Stiles a look. “I’m sorry about him. Alpha wolves are a little… possessive and obsessive when they see something they want. And he… wants you very much. So do I. We’d like to take you to our room after dinner and make you come harder than you have ever come in your life.”
Stiles made a noise that sounded a bit like a dying whale. “You can’t just say stuff like that.”
“We’re going to take you apart,” Peter whispered darkly, resting a hand on Stiles’, running his fingers over Stiles’ skin. “And then put you together again. Show you just how good you can feel.”
Stiles’ cock was already half-hard at their promises and gazes alone. He swallowed hard, trying to tamper his arousal, but the flaring of Peter’s nostrils told him that the Alpha had picked up on it.
“Do they do room service because I think I want dessert first,” Stiles blurted out.
He’d barely finished the sentence when both men were up already. Stiles blinked stunned as Peter seriously waved the waiter over and told him to bring the food to their room in two hours, while Chris offered Stiles a hand to help him up.
“As Peter said, we’ve wanted you for a while now,” Chris whispered into his ear. “We are… impatient to have you. So if we can have you before dinner? We’d love to.”
Stiles flushed, because he may have never felt that wanted before. He let the two of them guide him to their room and by the time they were stumbling through the door, Chris was kissing him like his life depended on it. Peter gave a growl and, as soon as the kiss broke, pulled Stiles into a kiss of their own. By the end of it, Stiles was breathless, red-cheeked and he was fairly sure his lips were swollen. Both men looked at him with hunger.
“Tell us what you want, baby,” Chris requested, voice dark. “How do we make you feel good.”
Stiles’ brain came to a stumbling halt because he wasn’t sure how to answer that question. All he wanted was them, he didn’t know how. He hated the idea of making decisions in that moment, and that manifested in a mildly distressed noise. Peter’s hands grabbed his waist, the wolf’s nose buried in his neck and the contact soothed Stiles a little.
“Easy, sweetheart,” Peter whispered. “Just tell us what you like.”
“You,” Stiles replied helplessly, at a loss for words.
“That’s great, baby,” Chris chuckled. “But what do you want from us. With us. Our mouths on you. Your mouth on us. Do you like to top, bottom?”
“Bottom,” Stiles managed at last. “Can I have both your cocks?”
“Spitroast it is,” Peter grinned delighted, his lips dragging down Stiles’ neck. “Would you be open to getting fucked twice, sweet boy? I’d love to get inside you after.”
Stiles made a confused noise about that. “So no blowjob?”
“Werewolf refractory period,” Peter whispered into his ear.
“Oh,” Stiles nodded. “Yeah. Fuck, yeah. That sounds good. Yes.”
“Someone’s a little cock-hungry,” Chris teased amused. “Time to feed the boy, Peter.”
“Oh, it will be my pleasure,” Peter promised and then there was clothes rustling.
When Stiles turned around, Peter was already fully naked. Stiles’ eyes dragged down that well-toned body and the last of his higher brain-functions gave up. They’d lasted longer than Stiles had thought, honestly. Quick hands worked on Stiles’ clothes and then he was as naked as Peter. The wolf pulled him into another kiss while guiding him toward the bed. By the time Stiles’ knees hit the edge of the bed, Chris was also naked and pressed against his back.
“Get on all four, baby,” Chris instructed and his voice took on a sharp, bossy note.
Stiles shuddered at that, his cock jerking a little. He bit down hard on the reply that wanted to spill from his lips, embarrassment coloring his cheeks. He scrambled to follow the order though.
“Look at our boy, so good at following orders,” Peter’s praise was accompanied by a clawed finger curling under Stiles’ chin, tilting his head up. “Will you be good for us, sweet boy?”
“Yes, Da…” Stiles caught himself at the last second, his mouth snapping shut.
Red blazing eyes stared at him, fixated him on the spot, hunger and greed evident in his gaze. “Say it. Be good for your Daddies and say it.”
Stiles gave a full-body shudder at that. “Yes, Daddy.”
“There’s a good boy,” Chris whispered pleased, his lips and beard scratching down Stiles’ spine. “So good for his Daddies, mh? Knees apart so Daddy can prep you.”
Stiles was painfully hard and eager to obey because damn, he needed to come so badly. Lubed up fingers started playing with his hole, circling it teasingly then just barely pushing in, until Stiles was a mewling, desperate mess. Peter knelt before him, the man’s proud, heavy cock right in front of Stiles’ face and Stiles felt himself salivating in eagerness. But when he wanted to wrap his lips around the thick shaft, it was pulled away from him. He whined in confusion.
“Good boys ask nicely for the things they want,” Peter informed him, a smirk on his lips.
“You’re in an evil mood today, wolf,” Chris commented amused.
“Oh, I’m not seeing you fucking your fingers into him yet either,” Peter pointed out.
Stiles had a feeling they were both evil. He also thought he might really be into that.
“Please, Daddy, can I suck your cock?” Stiles batted his lashes at Peter, looking up at him. “I want your cock down my throat so badly. And I want Daddy’s cock up my ass, please? Please?”
He turned to look over his shoulder, offering Chris a desperate look. Finally, the man’s thick fingers slipped into him and Stiles moaned out in relief. Peter used the opportunity to slip his cock into Stiles’ mouth. Stiles hummed pleased and licked along the shaft, sucking more and more into his mouth. He treated Peter’s cock like it was his last meal on death row and his eagerness was rewarded by dark growls and moans and tons of praise from the wolf.
“So good, such an eager, clever mouth,” Peter petted Stiles’ head. “Such a good boy.”
“I’m going to fuck you now, baby,” Chris pressed a kiss against Stiles’ shoulder and pulled his fingers out of him. “I can’t wait to be inside you. Do you have any idea how often I thought about bending you over in the past week? About you bouncing on my cock?”
Stiles whined desperately around Peter’s cock and the vibrations were enough to send Peter over the edge just as Chris finally pushed into Stiles. While more and more of Chris’ cock sank into his hungry hole, Peter slowly pulled out, the last of his cum painting Stiles’ cheeks. Marking him. Stiles blushed at the blatant claim from the wolf. Peter just offered him a pleased, self-satisfied smirk and reached out to actively rub his cum into Stiles’ skin.
“That suits you so well, sweet boy,” Peter whispered darkly.
“Thank you, Daddy,” Stiles ducked his head a little.
“Now come here, get Daddy nice and hard again,” Peter ordered.
His fingers curled into Stiles’ hair and he pulled Stiles closer to his spent cock again. Licking his lips, Stiles opened wide and suckled the soft cock back into his mouth. Chris behind him was stretching him so good, fucking him hard and deep and making him see stars. It was perfect, stuck between both their cocks like that. By the time Chris came deep inside him, Peter was hard again.
They both pulled out of him and flipped him over onto his back, his legs falling open on their own, earning a smug smirk from Peter, before the wolf sat down between them and slipped into Stiles’ loose, cum-dripping hole. Chris gently carded his fingers through Stiles’ hair, shushing him when the overwhelmed and overstimulated boy starting sobbing and begging for more.
“Our boy is so tight, perfect,” Peter groaned as he thrust hard and deep, just before he came.
Stiles was fairly sure he wouldn’t be able to walk, or move at all, tomorrow. He just laid there, while they him on either side, peppering him with kisses and praises. He must have nodded off, because when he opened his eyes, there was sushi. He was getting hand-fed by two men who had just fucked his brains out. This cruise might actually be the best thing to ever happen to him.
/break\
This cruise was the worst thing that had ever happened to Stiles.
He gave a soft, overstimulated whimper, his thighs quivering from the effort of riding Peter until the wolf came. Chris was pressed flush against his back, kissing and biting along his shoulders, one large, calloused hand wrapped around Stiles’ cock to jerk him off, the other splayed on Stiles’ belly.
“So good for your Daddies, baby,” Chris whispered into his ear before biting his lobe.
“Please,” Stiles’ voice was rough from how Chris had fucked his throat earlier.
“Sh, you know, you get anything you want from your Daddies,” Chris soothed him.
Tears pearled on Stiles’ lashes at the promise because he knew it wasn’t true. He knew the cruise was going to end soon and then he’d never see his Daddies again. They had exchanged numbers but it wouldn’t be the same and he knew it’d fizz out eventually because putting up with Stiles’ ramblings and getting to fuck him was different than just having to put up with the endless rambling with no sex and with so much distance between them.
“Sweet boy, so desperate,” Peter whispered delighted as he peppered kisses onto Stiles’ chest and started biting and tugging on Stiles’ nipples, alternating between them. “Be good and come for us.”
Stiles arched and whimpered as he came into Chris’ hand and collapsed against Peter. The way he tightened up around the wolf was enough for Peter to follow after thrusting up into Stiles a couple of times. Chris was quick to get a wet towel and started cleaning both Peter and Stiles up.
“You were so good for us, sweetheart,” Peter smiled and kissed his cheek, licking his tears off.
He really liked being good for them. He really liked how much they took care of him. Not just sexually. He might enjoy the aftercare just as much. And when they took him out on dates. They really had been spoiling him rotten in these past two weeks. Stiles hated that it all was going to end soon. He curled together a little tighter as he started sobbing.
“...Stiles?” Chris’ voice was laced with concern. “Stiles, baby, can you tell us what’s wrong?”
He shook his head and tried to hide his face in Peter’s neck. He already felt pathetic enough for how much this upset him and for crying about it in front of them. They were happily married, on their second honeymoon. They’d just return home to their nice, established life. He had known the terms of this from the moment Chris and Peter had linked hands and shown off their wedding bands. He was the sweet thing to spice up their marriage, the perfect tenth wedding anniversary present. He wasn’t a part of them. He should have never gotten this attached to them. He shouldn’t be this clingy. Fuck, this was embarrassing. Why couldn’t he just be happy with some no strings attached hot sex with two ridiculously hot older men? Why did he have to fall for them?
The worst part was how they held him through it and kept kissing him softly and whispering soothing, reassuring things to him about how good he was for them, how much they adored him. Because that was the thing he was going to miss desperately when all this ended.
“Well, that was embarrassing,” Stiles muttered when he calmed down again. “Can… Can we just pretend that this was a bad coming down from a session and move on?”
“Afraid not, baby,” Chris frowned at him, deeply concerned. “What just happened?”
Peter had his arms wrapped tightly around Stiles’ middle, holding him close from behind. Stiles ducked his head a little, not ready to look Chris in the eyes when saying that. They knew exactly what this thing between them was, after all. And Stiles was now going to make it awkward and weird for the last couple days by being desperate and clingy.
“It’s the way you said ‘pretend’, darling,” Peter pointed out. “If this were just a bad subdrop, we would let it go, but you just said pretend. So something else is going on.”
Ah, crap. Stiles scrunched up his face at that, earning a kiss from Chris, who was looking at him with those deep, worried eyes of his. Chris’ hands settled on Stiles’ hips, holding him close.
“I’m just being stupid,” Stiles sighed, wanting this conversation to end.
Peter scoffed at that. “I find that very hard to believe, clever boy.”
Stiles flushed at that. Because there wasn’t just phenomenal sex between them. He really felt seen by them. That was the thing that made everything worse. They fucked him, took care of him, listened to him. He felt like he’d found his place with them. Only that it wasn’t his place.
“I think I’m falling in love with you,” Stiles blurted out and closed his eyes tightly when he felt Peter tense behind him and Chris’ grip on him tighten a little. “I know I’m being stupid, I know that’s not what this is, I know this is gonna end when the cruise ends. I know that. But it doesn’t help in the not falling for you section. And now I made things awkward.”
He covered his face in his hands and groaned softly. They were probably going to politely ask him to leave and weren’t going to take him to bed again during this cruise because who wanted someone who couldn’t even understand the concept of hook-ups.
“Baby,” Chris’ voice was very gentle and so was his touch as he tilted his face up. “Look at me.”
“...No,” Stiles muttered, stubbornly refusing to open his eyes and see pity or annoyance.
“Not the time to be a brat,” Peter pointed out, before he sat up and just pulled Stiles with him.
Stiles yelped a little at being manhandled like that and ending up in Peter’s lap. He leaned against the wolf and cautiously lowered his hands to look at Chris. The man’s gaze was soft and warm.
“We didn’t mean to fall for you either, but we did,” Chris replied, a smile slowly spreading over his lips. “We’ve been debating whether and how to tell you. Pretty, young thing like you, you have a life to get back to and don’t need two old fools pining for you.”
“Do not call me old, Christopher,” Peter growled softly. “But the rest of his points stand. You wanted some summer fun, not a wolf growing attached to you. We thought it would be best to spare our dignity and not tell you, let us part ways after the cruise.”
“I… What?” Stiles blinked at Chris and then climbed out of Peter’s lap so he could see them both.
“Baby, you are… everything we’ve ever been looking for,” Chris admitted with a soft smile. “It feels like you are the reason we have been taking pretty boys to bed, looking for you. Now that we found you, the idea of giving you up again is…”
“You are beautiful, smart, wicked, stunning overall,” Peter punctuated each word with a kiss. “You are my quick-witted match. You fit with us not just in bed. I want to keep you.”
Stiles’ heart was hammering in his chest at that declaration. “Wh… I… And you’re not just saying this to make me feel better because of how fucking awkward I just made things?”
“No, we’re saying this because providing for you, taking you out and taking care of you, it pleases my wolf in the same way that taking care of Christopher does,” Peter admitted.
His eyes glowed Alpha-red and Stiles swallowed hard. Oh. He had made an Alpha werewolf… fall for him. Laughter bubbled up in his chest, surprising and overwhelming, before he lunged forward and wrapped his arms around them both. So maybe he wasn’t as big a fool as he’d thought.
“We can make this work, if we all want to,” Chris promised, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “We never… really talked about where you are from, baby. We live in California, in a small town called Silver Lake. We can come and visit you, wherever you’re from.”
“Yes,” Peter was practically purring. “Money is no problem, I will personally fly you in however often you wish, we will come and visit you as often as we can.”
But Stiles was just staring at them, before laughing again. “That won’t be necessary, I think. I’m from Beacon Hills. That’s… only two hours away.”
His men looked at him in surprise before they started laughing too and nuzzling into him. They both held him close and peppered him in kisses, as relieved by this realization as him and that alone was overwhelming. They wanted him, the same as he wanted them. Maybe this cruise was the best thing that had ever happened to him after all. Maybe he could get to keep these men. Try and be in a real, actual relationship with them, even after the cruise ended.
~*~ The End ~*~