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Title: Ele-Wait-or – Mischief Mondays Series
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, Pack Alpha Peter, boss/employee, hurt/comfort, fluff, crossdressing, lingerie, explicit intercourse, anal, oral
Main Pairing: Chris/Peter/Stiles
Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Chris Argent, Peter Hale
Summary: Stiles is an intern at Hale & Associates while he is finishing his law degree and he has the worst crush on Peter Hale and Peter’s hot husband Chris. And then one Friday night, the three are the last to leave and get trapped in an elevator together.
Ele-Wait-or
Mischief Mondays Series
Stiles wanted to become a lawyer and he was already well on his way. To increase his chances in the working world after graduation, he decided to get an internship at a prestigious law firm. Hale & Associates. It was an amazing opportunity and half the people in his class were hella envious of him when he got accepted. He quickly befriended Lydia, a junior associate fresh out of law school, and Erica, the personal assistant of Mister Hale himself.
As an intern, he didn’t have a whole lot of interactions with Peter Hale himself but the few times – especially the times Lydia sneaked him into the court room to watch Peter at work – had caused an embarrassingly strong crush. The man was perfection. From his perfectly trimmed goatee, to his broad neck, bright ice-blue eyes, on-point smirk, the broad shoulders and well-fitted suits, the arms, legs, that ass that one could bounce a quarter off of, all the way to the man’s husband. Handsome silver fox with pretty, crinkling steel-blue eyes, strong arms and thighs. Chris Hale was just as good looking as his husband and the two together were like a wet dream come true.
Peter was all snark and a wickedly sharp tongue that was appealing outside the courtroom too. Chris was kind. The first time Stiles had met the man, he’d spilled coffee all over Chris. Thankfully it had already been cooled down because Stiles had gotten held up on his way to the firm. Chris had just smiled at him and assured him it was alright. They talked, whenever Stiles happened to run into Chris when Chris would be by to pick Peter up from work or meet him for lunch. And if Stiles happened to be there a lot, because he may have bribed Erica to text him when Chris was over, so what. Oh, he knew he had no chance, he didn’t even have a plan to make any move – he would never get in the way of another person’s relationship and he would be impossibly stupid to do so with his boss’ husband. But he could still enjoy the company, the view, the attention.
Stiles knew it was stupid, because Peter and Chris were happily married, but his life was all work and studying and certainly no time to date or build a real relationship of his own. So it was fine, he could just live in his little fantasies, steal glances and imagine what it could be like. To be taken out for lunch by Chris who’d smile at him and tell him not to overwork himself. To go into Peter’s office when he was stressed and make out with his boss and curl together on Peter’s lap.
Biting his lip, Stiles browsed through his underwear drawer. One of the things he hated about the job was the suits. He was a graphic tees, plaid and hoodies guy, not slacks and dress-shirts. So the one point where he allowed himself to be himself and indulge was underwear. And he’d kind of developed a weakness for panties. He loved the feeling of the fine materials against his skin, how snug they sat against his dick, the way lace looked on him.
His fingers traced over a pair of red panties that he had recently gotten. They were part of a ‘boyfriend line’ that came embroidered and when he sat the bright-red panties with an elegant white Peter stitched in the back, he couldn’t resist buying them. Not like anyone could see them anyway. Definitely not Peter or Peter’s hot husband, but also nobody else. Between studying, his internship and the job he had working at a diner to make ends meet, he definitely did not have time to date.
So why shouldn’t he indulge himself in pretty things and in his fantasies? Like imagining that he got the pretty panties from Chris as a gift, to show off to Peter. With flushed cheeks did Stiles put on the panties. Fridays were always extra exhausting and long – partially by choice, because Chris always picked up Peter after work on Fridays and Stiles liked to stick around so see them both before leaving, but also just due to his work ethic which was how he had first come to realize that little routine of Chris and Peter’s. Stiles liked all his work done before the weekend. So, for the very long day to end the week, Stiles deserved to feel pretty under his suit.
/break\
Peter usually didn’t care much for the interns. He did always hire law students over the summer, to see the new crop of future lawyers and sink his fangs into potential – Lydia was a true treasure there, she always knew how to pick the best and through the internship, they had gained some very good young lawyers in the past. This year’s pick however had piqued Peter’s interest even beyond his bright mind, quick wit, strong work-ethic and impressive grades.
Stiles Stilinski had the prettiest big doe-eyes possible, plush, pink lips that had distracted Peter a lot recently whenever he’d walk past Stiles’ desk and see the boy absentmindedly suckle on a pen or marker, and his long legs looked fantastic in the well-cut slacks. The boy was the whole package – brains and beauty. Peter enjoyed the view and the occasional snarky banter. It was only when Chris expressed interest in Stiles that the boy became more than just a pretty little thing to look at.
Chris had quickly been charmed by the rambling mess that Stiles was the first time he quite literally ran into the boy, or rather Stiles ran into him and spilled coffee over him just to apologize profoundly and spiral into a nervous ramble. Peter had watched the whole thing from the doorway and had found it somewhat endearing too. The husbands both knew to appreciate the finer things in life and they had in the past indulged in bedding a cute twink or two, but Peter tried to never fish in his own pond. That could get messy too quickly, so this particular cute twink remained off limits.
“You ready to go home yet, wolf?”
Peter looked up from his paperwork to find his husband leaning in the doorway, an attractive half-smirk on Chris’ lips. He looked so casual and like he belonged right there. The Alpha growled pleased at that. Just the treat he deserved after a rough, long Friday. He was fairly sure everybody else had already left the building, including the cleaning staff.
“Five more minutes, love?” Peter requested with a regretful look at the files. “I’ll wrap this up.”
Chris heaved a sigh but he smiled fondly, knowing his workaholic of a husband. “I’ll be with Stiles, making sure that boy doesn’t stay longer than the boss.”
That had Peter’s brows furrow and his eyes dart to his expensive designer watch. “Stiles is still here? He’s an intern. Someone needs to teach him about work-life balance.”
A snort from his husband. “I think someone is teaching him and it’s the man still working.”
Chris shot him a pointed look before leaving the office. Well, point, Peter supposed. He sighed softly, because Stiles was still young and he shouldn’t burn himself out too early. What Stiles needed was a Chris of his own to pry him off work too. Peter made quick process of wrapping his work up so he could leave with his husband. They had a weekend trip planned and were already leaving later than planned thanks to Peter. Once he was done, he found his way to Stiles’ cubicle.
“And there’s the boss,” Chris noted with a smile when he spotted Peter. “That’s your cue to turn off your computer, or I’ll do it for you, young man.”
Stiles whined in process but obeyed, knowing that Chris was fully serious and would just turn off the computer cold if he wasn’t being listened to. Peter smirked to himself as he watched how Chris grabbed Stiles’ chair and pulled him away from the desk, while the boy made grabby-hands for his computer. Once Stiles passed the bar, he was going to be a terrific and terrifying lawyer. Peter was very determined to get his hands on that boy – in more ways than one.
“Off we go,” Peter prompted, motioning toward the elevator.
Chris herded Stiles from behind, making sure the boy didn’t sneak off to work longer. It was the biggest sign that Stiles was more than a pretty face to look at, because Chris fussed about him. Chris didn’t fuss about anyone outside their family and pack. Once Stiles’ internship would end, Peter was fully prepared for them both to pursue him. The elevator arrived with a ding and all three got in.
“Do you have any plans this weekend, Stiles?” Chris asked once the doors closed.
Stiles gave an awkward shrug and ran his fingers through his hair. “I got a double shift at the diner tomorrow, but I got Sunday off so I’ll be catching up on a little sleep.”
“A double shift? After how long you worked today” Chris frowned at that. “You work too hard.”
He shot Peter a look like this was somehow his fault. “This is a paid internship, sweetheart.”
“Ye—eah. And law school ain’t cheap,” Stiles raised an eyebrow at him. “I can’t afford not to work, even with the scholarship. The apartment and food don’t pay for themselves either.”
Deciding to remain quiet, Peter pursed his lips. Once him and Chris would be pursuing Stiles, he would no longer have to worry about these things, Peter fully planned on taking good care of the boy so Stiles would be able to focus on his studies and become the best lawyer of his graduation class. And then Peter wanted Stiles to work for his firm, of course. But they still had some time until then so there was that. They’d see where they stood by then.
“What about you?” Stiles asked, looking at them with his pretty doe-eyes.
“We,” Peter smiled charmingly and wrapped one arm around Chris’ waist. “Are going away for the weekend. We own a lovely little cabin in the mountains. No technology, only nature and us.”
He turned his smile onto his husband, earning himself a kiss from Chris. Stiles’ heartbeat picked up at that and his scent sweetened with arousal. Oh, Peter was well-aware that Stiles desired them both. It made the whole thing so much harder. The kiss and Peter’s thoughts were interrupted by violent shaking and the lights in the elevator turning off. Both Peter and Chris instinctively went for Stiles at the perceived danger, caging the vulnerable human boy between them to protect him. The shaking stopped. The whole elevator stopped. After a moment, the lights flickered back on.
“What… What was that?” Stiles asked, his pulse racing in anxiety.
Peter’s hands were on Stiles’ hips, while Chris had one hand cupping Stiles’ head to hold him close and protect him from potentially hitting his head. Both stood very close to the boy due to that too. Slowly, Peter started rubbing gentle circles around Stiles’ hip-bones to soothe him.
“The elevator must be experiencing some issues,” Peter noted. “I’ll check the emergency button.”
Naturally, it didn’t work. The whole panel with the buttons seemed to have fried. Damn it. He turned to look at Chris and Stiles, shaking his head. Stiles’ pulse picked up again.
“It’s okay, we can just call…” Chris trailed off as he patted his back-pocket. “I left my phone in the car, since I only went up to quickly pick you up. Peter?”
“Mine has died hours ago,” Peter heaved a sigh. “I meant to plug it in but kept being distracted.”
Both looked at Stiles, whose eyes seemed even wider as he grabbed at his shoulder. “...I left my whole bag upstairs, since I was abducted from my work place like that!”
That just made Peter want to sigh again. So they were trapped in an elevator without a functioning phone between them. Peter rubbed his face, his eyes darting back to Stiles whose heart-rate was doing some very concerning things. The boy was panicking. It was Friday night so nobody was going to come by and notice until Monday. And none of the pack were going to get worried when Peter and Chris didn’t come home or called or texted either since they knew of the couple’s planned hunting trip and ‘no electronics’ rule during it.
“You don’t have a girlfriend, or boyfriend, waiting for you at home who’ll wonder where you are?”
Stiles stared at him incredulously at that. “Where in the world would I find the time to date. No. I’m single. And I don’t have a roommate either. It’s a very sad one room apartment situation.”
Peter made a mental note about that, ranking it high on his list of ways to improve Stiles’ life and make things easier for the boy once he would be Peter’s (and Chris’, but right now Peter was feeling possessive. Maybe the wolf didn’t like to be trapped like that either).
“Okay,” Chris sighed and rubbed his face. “What do we do now?”
He looked at Peter for an answer, but in the end it was Stiles, looking around the elevator with sharp, clever eyes, who offered a suggestion. “There’s a hatch on top. I’m the slimmest of us, so if you two give me a boost, I could climb on top and check where exactly we’re stuck – if we have a chance to pry open the door and get onto a floor, at least.”
A pleased smile spread over Peter’s lips at that. He did so love the boy’s clever mind. “Very well.”
Peter and Chris got on either side of Stiles and grabbed the boy’s thighs. There was a hitch in Stiles’ breath and a spike of arousal as their grip tightened, before Stiles wrapped his arms around both their necks to stabilize himself. Peter and Chris slowly lifted Stiles up toward the hatch at the ceiling. Sure, Peter would have been able to lift the boy on his own, but the werewolf conversation was perhaps not one to be had while trapped in an elevator. Once they had Stiles up and the boy was pushing against the hatch to open it, Peter allowed himself to chance a glance at that perky, firm ass. He smirked when he met Chris’ eyes behind Stiles’ back, also checking the boy out.
“Little higher?” Stiles requested and started wiggling around.
His shirt riled up with the motion and his pants tugged down just a little. Peter froze at the flash of red lace peeking out at the back of Stiles’ pants. Not the first time Peter had seen enchanting lace underneath Stiles’ clothes – he’d had the pleasure of finding Stiles bent over crawling on the floor looking for something. It was always a delight and a temptation. However, this time it was too much temptation to resist. The red lace was adored with embroidery. PETER.
“I won’t be able to wait until the end of summer,” Peter whispered darkly at his husband.
Chris gave a low grunt of agreement, a stunned, dark-eyed look on his face too. How could Peter possibly resist when that pretty, clever boy was wearing his name on lace panties…? A frustrated groan from Stiles drew Peter’s attention back to their situation at hand.
“We’re stuck between levels,” Stiles announced. “Fuck.”
Chris and Peter carefully lowered their boy again and as soon as he touched the ground, Stiles sank down onto it too. He pulled his legs up against his chest and ran his fingers through his hair. His anxiety was picking up again, visibly and in his scent too. Thoughts of arousal quickly dispersed in Peter’s mind in the face of Stiles’ stress and discomfort. Peter shot his husband a look, seeing that Chris had picked up on the cues too and seemed as worried.
“Hey,” Chris’ voice was gentle as he knelt down next to Stiles and rested a comforting hand on his shoulder. “We’ll get out of here. You said you have a double shift tomorrow, so someone is going to notice that you’re not showing up for work, right?”
Peter sat down on Stiles’ other side, resting a hand on Stiles’ knee. The boy looked up at them, blinking a couple of times, before he nodded. He seemed to be considering something, before he grinned, his anxiety easing somewhat, causing Peter to relax a little too.
“Yeah. Kira is working the same shift tomorrow morning so she will definitely notice and she’ll text me and realize I’m not answering and she knows me well enough to know I’m not just slacking off,” Stiles rambled excitedly. “She’ll track my phone and realize I’m still at work on a Saturday so she will definitely come and check on us and get us out of here.”
“That might be a little too much faith you’re putting on a waitress,” Peter pointed out.
“Oh, Kira is so much more than a waitress,” Stiles raised his eyebrows with a cheeky grin.
Peter cocked an eyebrow but left it at that. Though he doubted a young woman working at a diner would be able to get them out of the elevator. At least Stiles was no longer distressed, that was all that mattered for now. Stiles stretched his legs out in front of himself and leaned against the wall.
“So—o… We just gotta… wait until tomorrow…” Stiles furrowed his brows at that.
Chris got more comfortable himself, taking his backpack off. “You hungry? Thirsty?”
He opened the backpack and took out some granola bars and a water-bottle. Stiles stared at him absolutely incredulously even as he snatched one of the granola bars.
“You’re telling me you left your phone in the car but you took a survival pack with you?”
There was an endearing flush on Chris’ cheeks at that. “I had the phone plugged into the car for the navigation to the cabin. I took the backpack upstairs with me to leave some of the bars with Peter. That man can forget to eat when he is too deep in his work.”
Stiles chuckled at that. “Ye—eah, I know that feeling. I’m the same.”
“What you need is a Christopher, who physically drags you away from your work and makes sure you eat something,” Peter pointed out lightly. “Take care of you when you forget.”
“Wouldn’t that be nice,” Stiles snorted softly and made a face.
Leaning in closer to Stiles, Peter smirked at his husband. “You could have mine, if you’d like.”
“W… What,” Stiles sputtered wide-eyed, his cheeks pinking.
“I already did today,” Chris pointed out, a glint in his eyes as he too leaned closer into Stiles, his voice dropping. “Dragged you away from your work, just gave you something to eat. I’d take such good care of you, if you’ll let me, baby.”
The light pink turned into a deep cherry-red that went down Stiles’ neck and colored his ears too. His scent turned so sweet and ripe that Peter’s fangs were itching to sink in and taste. Peter leaned in to bury his face in Stiles’ neck, inhaling slow and deep.
“I’ve known you were attracted to me for a while,” Peter whispered. “I wasn’t entirely sure about Christopher, especially considering the little… flash of panties we were just treated to and the way it only said my name. But if your reaction to Chris calling you ‘baby’ is anything to go by…”
A string of embarrassed noises came from Stiles and the boy buried his face in his hands. “You’ve known? And what kind of flash are you talking about?!”
While you were squirming to take a look out the top of the elevator, your clothes got a little… disheveled… and there was some pretty red lace, with Peter’s name on them,” Chris explained with a playful smirk. “You know, Peter and I had agreed to wait and not act on this until your internship with Peter’s firm would end, but it’s… really hard to resist you with such a view, baby.”
The hunter’s hand slowly wandered from Stiles’ knee up his thigh, causing Stiles’ breath to hitch and his pulse to pick up. Yes, that boy was most definitely also into Peter’s husband. How fortuitous. Peter ran his nose up Stiles’ throat and along his jawline. When he reached the boy’s mouth, he brought enough distance between them to meet Stiles’ eyes.
“I’d like to kiss you now, Mieczysław,” Peter whispered in a dark voice. “Tell me if you want that too, or if you’re not interested in acting on this attraction.”
“You just said my name,” Stiles said, instead of answering the question, staring stunned at Peter. “And you pronounced it right too. I have never wanted to kiss you more than right now and I’ve wanted to kiss you for weeks now.”
Both Peter and Chris laughed at that, but Stiles’ lips on Peter’s quickly cut the sound off and distracted the wolf. One of Peter’s hands slipped around Stiles’ neck to cup it and pull him closer. Peter deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring Stiles’ willing mouth, catching sweet, soft moans from the boy. Stiles’ fingers curled into Peter’s hair, his legs on either side of Peter’s thighs. As they moved closer, their clothed erections touched, making them both groan.
“Now, now,” Chris murmured softly, his hands finding their way to Stiles’ hips. “Let me just take that off your hands, dear, so you can maybe lose some clothes.”
Stiles yelped a little as he was pulled from Peter’s lap onto Chris’. “I like that whole plan.”
Grinning cheekily, Stiles turned around to face Chris and start kissing the man. Peter growled softly, enjoying the view of those two grinding against each other like that. Once he was naked, Peter knelt behind Stiles. The space was limited – even with how big the elevator was, it wasn’t designed for these kind of activities especially with three people. Stiles gasped and leaned back against Peter eagerly, baring his throat in the process. Peter latched onto that neck to suck a mark on.
“Let me help you out of that, baby,” Chris suggested darkly.
He slowly unbuttoned Stiles’ shirt and peeled both the jacket and shirt off. Broad hands wandered down Stiles’ chest, Chris’ thumbs teasingly circling Stiles’ nipples until the boy was mewling and bucking up. Peter chuckled pleased and started unbuttoning Stiles’ pants.
“For the next part, you will have to get up, sweetheart,” Peter whispered into Stiles’ ear.
Peter got up and guided Stiles with him. But for the next part, he stepped away a little, so he could watch from behind how Stiles shimmied out of his pants. And oh, those red lace panties were gorgeous. The way they hugged Stiles’ perfect bubble butt and just how inviting the PETER at the top looked, like a claim. Like this was now Peter’s. Which, Peter would not be opposed to.
“Do you want to explain the embroidery, baby?” Chris asked, his tone gentle.
And mh, when Stiles was near naked like that, Peter finally got to see just how far that blush could reach. Very delightful. His hands slowly ran down Stiles’ back, tracing the dimples down and then cupping that panties-clad ass to squeeze tightly. Stiles gasped, pushing into the touch.
“I… uh…” Stiles ducked his head a little, his pulse picking up with anxiety.
“I like them, sweet boy,” Peter assured Stiles, pressing a gentle kiss to Stiles’ shoulder. “We’re not mad or disturbed or anything, but I would like to hear an explanation too, if you don’t mind.”
“I saw them when I was shopping for underwear and…” Stiles bit his lip, slowly dragging it between his teeth. “They seemed perfect. I mean, Alpha-red, with Peter on them? I liked pretending that Chris bought them for me to wear, to tease you at work with…”
Peter exchanged a dark-eyed look with Chris, who gave an appreciative noise. The hunter rested his hands on Stiles’ hips, pulling the boy closer until they were bare chest to chest. When had Chris gotten undressed? Peter wasn’t one to miss that. But he supposed that Stiles was very distracting.
“That mean you wouldn’t be opposed if I bought you something pretty to wear?” Chris asked.
Stiles blinked wide-eyed at the man. “Y… Yeah. Yeah, that… I wouldn’t be… opposed.”
While that was a very pleasant thought, something else that Stiles had said caught up with Peter and had him freeze. “What do you mean by ‘Alpha-red’?”
Stiles furrowed his brows and turned to look at Peter. “You’re… not really hiding it much, I mean, if one knows about the supernatural and knows what to look for…”
“You know about the supernatural?” Chris asked, burying his face in Stiles’ neck.
Stiles shuddered and bared his throat more for Chris. “Uhu. Oh, yeah. The friend of mine who’s gonna get us tomorrow, she’s a kitsune – so working with electricity is kind of her specialty. But I’m nothing special, I’m just the boy who runs with wolves.”
“That’s not true,” Peter was quick to disagree. “You are very special.”
Again with the blushing. Peter chuckled as he dragged his lips over every inch of flushed skin he could. Stiles was back down on Chris’ lap and he was rubbing himself against the man’s thigh searching for any bit of friction. Chris’ hands were kneading Stiles’ ass.
“Peter, be a dear, get the lube from the backpack?” Chris requested. “I got my hands full.”
“Lube?” Stiles sputtered a little. “Again, no phone, but lube?”
“Well, if you would have already gone home and me and Peter would have been alone in the office, I would have bent Peter over his desk and fucked him before we left,” Chris offered with a smirk.
“I would love to see that,” Stiles blurted out before biting his lip. “I mean…”
“Oh, that can be arranged, dear,” Peter growled, his eyes deliberately flashing. “Believe me, Chris and I have a lot of plans for you too, so we’ll be more than happy to indulge your fantasies too.”
Stiles blinked curiously at him. “...Yeah?”
After digging through the backpack, Peter wiggled the lube. Chris hummed his appreciation and then hooked his fingers into Stiles’ panties to pull them down so they were sitting just below Stiles’ ass. Peter grinned at the moles that were bared that way.
“This is only going to be a one time thing if you want it to be nothing more, baby,” Chris said to reassure their boy while cupping his ass again. “Both of us would want more.”
“Oh,” Stiles’ pulse jumped again. “Yeah. I… Yes, please. I’d like that.”
“Good,” Peter smiled against Stiles’ shoulder. “Christopher, would you please…?”
With a grunt did Chris grab Stiles’ cheeks and pull them apart. Peter lubed his fingers up and started teasing their boy, circling his hole before carefully pushing in. He took his time, thoroughly prepping Stiles until he thought the boy well-prepped. When he pulled out, Stiles gave a soft whine.
“Shush,” Peter chuckled. “You have a choice to make, darling. Which of us is getting you…?”
Stiles frowned and turned a little, his eyes wandering between Chris and Peter. “I mean, we will be stuck here for hours so hopefully both? But we could start with Chris, because I would love to get my mouth on your cock, Mister Ha… Peter.”
“Well, you can call me ‘Mister Hale’ if you’d like. It’s kinky,” Peter chuckled teasingly.
Stiles flushed and glared. “Shut up or you’re not getting any, mister.”
“A very effective threat, doll,” Chris praised him amused. “Now c’mere, I can’t wait to have you.”
They adjusted Stiles between them and Peter sat up on his knees, so his cock was right in front of Stiles. Stiles licked his lips in hunger and then swallowed Peter whole. The wolf started cursing lowly and curled his fingers into Stiles’ hair. The boy tilted his head to stare doe-eyed up at Peter from beneath his long lashes and if he was a man with less control, Peter might have come on the spot. As it were, he tried to distract himself by watching Chris and the way his husband eased his way into Stiles, his hands holding onto Stiles’ hips, fingers still twisted into the lace panties.
“So tight, sugar,” Chris gave a dark groan. “And so beautiful between us, aren’t you?”
Stiles moaned at that and the vibration made Peter bite back a growl. He had to hold back from just fucking Stiles’ throat. Stiles grinned up at him, like the boy knew exactly what he was doing to Peter. Once the three of them had a good rhythm going, Peter grabbed Chris’ neck and pulled him into a deep kiss over Stiles. The boy moaned when he noticed what was going on above him. Peter didn’t last long – though all things considered, he lasted longer than a lesser man would have. Stiles’ lips were swollen and Peter’s cum was pearling on them when he pulled off. It was gorgeous and obscene. Stiles made direct eye-contact with Peter as he licked his lips.
“Would you like me to help you out, sweetheart?” Peter asked. “Darling, if you’d please?”
Chris chuckled and eased Stiles upright so they were chest to back while the hunter fucked into their boy. Peter pressed against Stiles’ front, kissing the boy deeply and wrapping his fingers around Stiles’ cock to jerk him off until Stiles came with a soft groan, spilling into Peter’s hand.
“So good for us,” Peter praised him and placed kisses all over his face. “So beautiful, sweet boy.”
“Perfect,” Chris agreed with a grunt, his hips stuttering as the hunter also reached his climax.
The three of them were panting breathless as they curled together more or less comfortably on top of their clothes on the elevator floor, Stiles sandwiched between the husbands. Stiles laid with his face mushed into Chris’ chest, Peter spooning him from behind.
“So—o, we have a couple hours left until Kira will get us out,” Stiles peeked up at them.
“Let’s rest some for now, sweetheart,” Peter chuckled against Stiles’ neck, kissing it.
“I’m neither a wolf, nor as young as you, so I do need some time to get going again,” Chris agreed.
Stiles pouted but settled down between them. Peter and Chris exchanged a fond smile at that.
~*~ The End ~*~