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Screaming broke his mid-afternoon reverie, good screaming thankfully, followed by nearly being thrown to the ground by two sobbing girls, and more surprisingly, two sobbing guys.
Danny stood with a grin watching the chaos unfold, waiting for his turn to hug Stiles while the other four clung to him and yelled over one another.
“-I’m so sorry Stiles!-“ Scott.
“-You asshole! I would have killed him-“ Lydia.
“-Oh my god oh my god-“ Kira.
“- Fucking would have killed him. Fucker got off too easy, I’m telling you Stilinski-“ Jackson.
Isaac was practically howling with laughter in the background, as everyone else came out to see what the bloody fuss was.
Stiles couldn’t drag the grin from his face, trying to hug everyone as much as they were trying to hug him, unable to focus on any one person.
“Okay! Let the poor guy breathe!” Danny eventually helped him wrangle them, getting in on his own hug as the sniffling idiots he lovingly called friends backed up a couple steps.
“Friends of yours?” Peter drawled as he came over with everyone else.
And that was how the great standoff of Wolfridge Ranch came to be.
Okay not really, but Scott did dive right into a shovel talk as soon as introductions were made, Kira had to hold him back while Danny held Jackson back, and Lydia looked Chris and Peter up and down shrewdly before turning to Stiles with a smirk and a “Nice.”
Stiles wanted to make like an ostrich and bury his face in the dirt at his feet. And yes he knew that wasn’t quite how that worked but still!
He got to show everyone around the Ranch, introduce them to Spark, Lemon, Claudia, Pizza, Furby and Kit. He got to see everyone getting along, got to see them catch up with Isaac, Erica and Boyd, and witnessed Ethan flirting with both Danny and Jackson, and Aiden flirting with Lydia.
Scott got to help Derek with some of the horses after he shared that he was a vet but had never worked with a horse before. Then Cora introduced him to the chickens, and Peter and Chris showed them a few of the more friendly pet cows they’d gotten attached to and couldn’t use as Cattle over the years.
He saw Kira look contemplative, and as they were all fussing over some very sweet cows, she stepped up beside Stiles.
“It’s really nice out here,” she commented lowly, and he nodded.
“It is,” He side-eyed her as she watched Scott giggling excitedly over a black angus cow.
“Is there a vet in town?” She asked, lightly like he wasn’t already onto her.
“One, he’d old though, probably looking to retire, at the very least needing a younger helper to help him with all the local farms.” He wasn’t even lying, Derek had brought it up at dinner last week.
“Think it’s a good place to raise kids?” She looked at him properly then, and he did the same.
“If you’re thinking of having them, I think it’s a great place. Cora was only… 3, I think, when Peter and Chris started Wolfridge, so, you could ask them.” He smiled, trying not to let the hope show, how good it would be to have more of his family here, his dad had already hinted that farm life could make for a good active retirement plan.
Kira placed a hand on her stomach, and Stiles heart positively flittered. She didn’t mean… did she?
“I think Scott is uncomfortable in Beacon Hills, after Theo, even before there’s always been an uncomfortably high death rate. And I think that both he and I would want to live as close to our chosen godfather,” She grinned up at him as he started to positively blubber, sweeping her into a hug.
He spun her around and around as she laughed, loud and carefree, holding him tight.
Scott came bounding over like the eternal puppy he was, all smiles.
“You told him?” He asked, not even upset that he hadn’t been the one to tell Stiles, too happy as always.
“H-how long?” He sniffled, yanking Scott into the hug.
“We found out on the honeymoon, so about three and a half months along,” Kira chirps, just as much of a sweet puppy as her husband.
“So, godfather?” Scott asks, pulling that sweet brown eyed look.
“As if I’d say no, Bro!” He huffs, and they hug again, holding one another tight as Kira steps aside to give them that moment.
And then he hugs Kira again just because he can. She’s practically his sister anyway, and he murmurs a “Congratulations,” in her ear because she deserves the first one just for herself.
He then proceeds to turn to the rest of his family, watching them curiously, and shout; “I’M GOING TO BE AN UNCLE!”
Cheers fill the air, startling away the poor cows, and they all laugh as the three animals bound away.
Kira pulls Scott to the side to talk, and by the way he’s looking back at Stiles and around the ranch with hope in his eyes, it’s to discuss the potential of moving.
The other three are so wrapped up in the twins that he gravitates to Peter and Chris instead and watches them all with warmth bubbling under his skin.
His dad was back in Beacon Hills now, left after staying a few days at Stiles’ temporary house, which would be soon going back on the rental market as he was moving into his given room at the Ranch. He’d need to go back to Beacon Hills to pack his things, but Peter and Chris had said they wanted to help and to see where he grew up, so he was waiting for them to have time to both leave the ranch and stay there with him.
Peter threw an arm over his shoulder from the right, Chris around his waist from the left.
“That looks like one hell of a conversation,” Peter murmurs in his ear, looking at the almost vibrating pair that Kira and Scott made.
That rental in town that Stiles was leaving behind would suit them, he thought.
“They want to move,” He said quietly.
“Here?” Chris asked.
“Why not? Scotts a qualified vet, they need somewhere safer to raise their baby, the local vet needs a replacement to train up, and I’m… they asked me to be the godfather.” He swallows the lump of joy in his throat, lest he start balling like a baby again.
Chris pressed a kiss to the side of his head.
“Sounds like they’d fit right in, what about your other friends?” Peter redirected them to the others.
Aiden was leaning against a fencepost, Lydia in his space, twirling strawberry blonde hair around her finger in that way she did when she was assessing someone deeply. Aiden smirked, Lydia blushed.
Meanwhile Danny, Ethan and Jackson seemed to be talking about horse power in cars versus actual horses. Stiles recognised, however, the tactic he dubbed as Ranch-flirting, as Ethan was being as tactile with the pair as Chris and Peter had with him from the start. Subconsciously Danny and Jackson were orbiting into Ethans space, equal push and pull between the three of them.
“Lydia could be a horse girl given enough time I think, but she’s got her own entire domain online, I think she could live anywhere with good internet connection, or wrangle one up wherever she chose. Jackson… I’m not sure, if he decided that being a lawyer isn’t for him? And Danny bounces between work so who knows. But I think we’ll be seeing them plenty no matter what they decide,” He rested his head on Peters shoulder, watched Erica, Cora, Isaac and Boyd head back to work, watched everyone live around him, with him.
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His friends stayed in the area for 3 days. Kira and Scott said they’d take some time to decide if they were going to move, but that it was highly likely. He promised he’d see them in a week and a bit when he came to collect his things. Lydia confessed to him on the porch after dinner one night that her relationship with her parents was getting worse, she could only stand them when she wasn’t living near them, and said she wanted a new start. He said Aiden was already gone on her, she smiled like she already knew. She told him that it had been hell without him, that if she had a platonic soulmate it was him, and he knew without any further doubt that soon he’d be teaching her how to raise horses too and where the best food joints were in town.
They stopped by once more the morning they left and each held him tight, threatened the whole ranch to take care of their Stiles, and went.
Stiles felt a little forlorn as he watched their cars vanish into the distance, but it didn’t stay that way long.
The rest of his family distracted him, Aiden hounded him about Lydia, and Ethan about Jackson and Danny. Cora, who had been a little late to the party about who Stiles really was as she’d been at school when he was told of Theo’s demise, demanded to know when he was going to find her a boyfriend or girlfriend too.
Peter scoffed and told her she was too young for that, Stiles told her he’d wingman for her.
“And that’s why you’re my favourite uncle,” she smirked and flounced off, leaving both Peter and Stiles slack-mouthed with Chris choking on his laughter (and his coffee) beside them.
That night at the bar, Peter and Chris twirled him around the dance floor in turns, and this time he let them bracket him in their booth, and make out with him like naughty teens when the others weren’t there. Hands wondered, Stiles giggled, he would probably have gone to bed with them that night if Erica hadn’t totally cockblocked him by having a meltdown in the bathroom of their house shortly after getting home.
Turned out they were getting another little rancher, the positive pregnancy test and the three that followed sitting in a row on the porcelain sink. Stiles was the first to find out, because Erica said he was the most stable one, Isaac would probably have freaked out with her and she didn’t trust any of the others not to pass out on her.
Stiles tried not to laugh as she wailed dramatically into his chest about how she would be wrapped in bubblewrap by everyone. He silently agreed, and he would definitely be up there with them, preventing her from getting anywhere too dangerous. She was gonna be scarier than Derek in a brooding mood by far.
And sure enough, Boyd almost fainted when he found out, the big stoic man reduced to a wide eyed teddybear as Erica told him (Stiles had been dragged to the pairs room to help her confidence in telling him).
The next day was all celebrations and the men of the ranch diving into re-dividing their jobs so Erica wouldn’t be doing any overly heavy lifting or risk being near any bucking foals- read as: Spark. Her list didn’t really change much, though she was banned from any strong chemicals too, they were protective but not so much as to pull her from the farm and make her feel useless. She didn’t like it but conceded when they pointed out that they were just following the recommendations of multiple medical pamphlets and shit.
Stiles didn’t really get it, but Erica was one of their ranch princesses- hard working and terrifying sure, but their princess alongside Cora nonetheless.
Stiles dreaded the day Cora had children, if only because Peter was already such a fucking mama wolf.
Sunday night after moving what little he had from the town house to his room in the estate, Peter and Chris took him a town over for their first actual date, with no one to interrupt, and nothing much to distract from just them being together. Dinner overflowed with conversation, everything Stiles couldn’t say before, and everything they had yet to tell him.
They were all giggling like school-kids when they got home around midnight, Stiles thrown over Chris’ shoulder as they tried to quietly get through the dark house to their rooms.
Stiles’ room was on the second floor at the end of the hall, across from the stairs to the third floor, with Isaac and Dereks room next to his- he had the corner room with windows on two walls instead of one. The third floor only had Peter and Chris’ room and their shared office.
Chris dropped him to his feet next to his bedroom door and crowded him against the wall, Peter joining a breath later.
The only light came from the window a few feet away, moonlight streaming in enough to see the hungry gazes peering down at him.
“Hey baby,” Chris rumbled, smirking.
“Hey,” He whispered.
Peter huffed impatiently, rolling his eyes, and Chris elbowed him and swooped in to claim Stiles’ lips in a heady kiss.
He wrapped his arms around the silver foxes neck, pulling him as close as possible, back lifting from the wall to press against Chris’ body. It didn’t last long, Chris pushing harder so he was pinned to the wall again, trapped in the best place. His lips were hot and insistent, tongue demanding entry that he gladly gave. His toes curled, fingers doing the same in the collar of Chris’ shirt.
“Fuck,” Came the dark mutter beside them, and they broke the kiss, heads turning at once to Peter’s gaze on them.
He looked ready to devour them both, lips quirked into a ravenous smirk.
Stiles fisted his hand in the front of Peter’s shirt and pulled him into a hot like smoking kiss.
Chris groaned, his mouth attaching to Stiles’ neck and sucking in marks to pale skin that had Stiles going from half hard to rock stiff in dizzying moments. No one had made him feel that hot and sensitive quite like that before.
He panted out ragged breaths, breaking the kiss with Peter, who moved his own attention to the other side of Stiles neck. This would be over embarrassingly fast if he couldn’t get a hold of himself.
“This okay baby boy?” Chris asked against his throat.
“Mnn, take me to bed?” It was more of a whine than a question, and the pair chuckled dangerously.
“You sure?” Peter asked, smug, already knowing the answer.
“Yes,” He hissed back as a hand cupped his cock through the denim of his nice jeans.
They bypassed his room immediately, helping him up the stairs between them to their room and hustling him inside like they’d die if they didn’t get him between them in their bed fast.
Stiles didn’t keep track of whose hands went where, it would have been totally pointless anyway. The point was, clothes came off, hands were on him, and that was what mattered to him. Honestly something could have caught fire and he probably wouldn’t have cared.
Okay he probably would have, but he’d be pissed.
He ended up pinned beneath the mass of muscle that made Peter Hale, naked skin pressed to his, and more importantly, a solid, thick cock pressed against his too. Chris was… somewhere, doing something while Peter did his best to make Stiles forget his own name. He succeeded pretty quickly when he shuffled down the bed and Swallowed half of his cock down in one go.
“Fuck! Peter!” He keened, heard Chris utter a curse.
Peters smirked up at him, pulling up just enough while holding eye contact to visibly, slowly run the flat of his tongue over the head while Stiles swore again.
“Gods look at you two,” Chris purred, settling beside Stiles, joining him in watching Peter give him the best head of his fucking life.
“He loves sucking cock, loves it when you pull his hair too. Think he’s gonna get addicted to you pretty quickly baby, with your gorgeous, big cock hmm?” Chris murmurs in his ear, dragging his hand and nails up Stiles’ stomach.
And fuck, he definitely called it on Chris having the best voice for dirty talk.
His head fell back on the pillows, a hand finding and digging into Chris’ thigh while the other did the same with Peters hair, and Chris rumbled approvingly while his own hand found Stiles’ nipples.
Peter swallowed cock like an absolute pro, he realised as the pair played his body together like it had always been theirs.
Chris asked him if he could fuck him, he nodded, Chris passed a bottle to Peter, Peter prepped him. No hesitation, no weird pauses, no needing to figure out logistics. As though they’d done this 100 times with him already.
He was writhing, on edge by the time he was stretched and ready.
“Save a horse-“ He muttered, without preamble, ADHD in effect even now.
“Ride a cowboy,” Chris finished for him with a chuckle, “You wanna ride me baby?”
“Oh fuck yes,” Stiles groaned.
Peter made a hungry sound, and was quick to help Stiles move over Chris, hovering over that gorgeous thick and flushed cock as he slicked it up for Stiles.
Chris smirked at them, put his hands above his head, and gave them practically free reign.
“Go on then baby boy, show me how you ride cock,” He ordered in that tone of gravel and desire.
He heard Peter’s breath hitch by his ear, let him help guide him down on that delicious length, filling him inch by inch till he could feel every bit of it buried inside him.
He was a mewling wreck by the time he was fully seated, thighs shaking with the tingling pleasure he felt up his spine. But once he was moving he couldn’t stop, like he was under a spell as he rocked his hips, bounced up and down, chasing that hot pleasure with gasping breaths and lightheaded moans.
His nails dug into Chris’ firm abs, felt those muscles rippling under his hands with the strain to stay still and let Stiles use him. But he could see Chris losing the fight, hips jerking up, fingers clenching the pillow hard.
Peter was laying beside Chris now, murmuring filth in their partners ear, eyes trained on Stiles riding Chris harder and harder.
His thighs had built muscle and strength in the time since he started at the ranch, but even he was feeling the burn, growing hotter and a little more feral with each lift and drop.
Peter must have said something more depraved than the last, and fuck he would like to know what it was that was said, but Chris snapped so fast it was dizzying.
Hands grabbed his hips roughly, flipped them so Stiles’ back hit the bedding and Chris was over him, hips driving forward and thrusting into Stiles with abandon. He cried their names, back bowing up, every part of him tightly strung and shaking.
“Fucking beautiful,” Peter growled out.
Stiles barely had the wherewithal to turn his head and latch onto the sight of Peter’s hand working over his own cock with a need he hadn’t seen from him before.
“Wait- I want-“ He gasped out.
“You wanna get your mouth on him too baby?” Chris growled in his ear, and Stiles was pretty sure he was going to die if he didn’t.
“Yes, fucking please, Peter please let me suck you off,” he begged, whining when Chris pulled out of him.
Peter looked just about ready to rip into him too, and between them, Stiles was pulled onto hands and knees, Peter against the headboard and Chris pressing back into him from behind.
“Come on sweetheart, let me feel those sinful lips wrapped around me,” Peter guided him forward, groaning when Stiles latched on, proving himself a total fiend.
He’d never felt any particular way about the taste of pre, or cum in general, but in that moment he couldn’t get enough of Peters, swallowing down his cock with no gag reflex and his own hunger that he couldn’t quell.
“Oh my fucking- Chris, seems our boy doesn’t have a gag reflex-“ Peter snarled out, fucking up into his mouth, being wantonly rocked between the two.
Stiles moaned encouragingly as Chris’ hips moved just that little bit harder.
They were going to kill him, kill him dead. Deathly dead. But eh, he didn’t mind.
He fluttered his tongue along the underside of Peters cock right as Chris nailed his prostate perfectly, both him and Peter almost shouting. The whole room filled and almost echoed with the sounds of their pleasure, the scent of sex rich to his senses.
“Again, gods Stiles, again,” Peter demanded, straining beautifully.
He wanted to worship his body, wanted to be ruined by them both, wanted to feel it for the next week, lose his voice and his ability to walk at the same time.
So he did it again and again, pulling every trick he knew and repeating what would make Peter lose it while trying not to fall apart under Chris’ every deep thrust. He had to make Peter finish first before he could let go.
Mainly because he knew that once he came he was going to be useless, so blissfully useless.
And when he dug his nails into the crease of Peters hip, just that bit of sharpness, the man let out a choked moan of warning and Stiles eagerly swallowed down everything he was given, eyes almost rolling back in his head with the thick cock jerking in his mouth.
He gasped, pulling off and dropping his head to Peters hip.
Apparently that was the green light Chris needed to get that bit rougher, and to wrap his hand around Stiles’ cock and work it in time with his thrusts.
Peter’s hand tangled in Stiles’ hair, keeping him on that edge of wondrous pleasure-pain, while Chris’ breathy grunts turns to deep moans.
It was Peter who did them both in in the end.
“Gods you two are gorgeous, could watch you for hours. Are you going to cum on his cock, Stiles? Gonna show us how much of a good boy you are between us, perfect and open for us to take again and again?”
Stiles couldn’t believe how quickly his body just dived into the rolling waves of his orgasm at a couple filthy sentences. He swore he blacked out with the intensity, or maybe he’d just shut his eyes too tight. But he was gasping and moaning and crying their names with pointless pleas as he shuddered to completion, his tightening body and his begging Chris to not stop till he came too dragging him right into mindless pleasure with him.
The moments that followed were a bit of a blurry, his body tugged and moved till the pair bracketed him once Chris slipped from him wetly.
Hands soothed over his skin, praise murmured adoringly in his ears amongst declarations of love.
“Perfect, fuck you’re so perfect for us,” Peter murmured.
“You felt amazing baby boy, gonna keep you forever, we love you so much,” Chris’ voice complimented Peters, back and forth till he could make more of an effort to pull up from the soft, peaceful afterglow-y headspace.
“Holy shit,” He managed to get out.
“Think we broke him?” One chuckled.
“Mmm, s’all good,” He replied as they both snickered, “I love you both.”
“Love you too, baby,” Peter pulled him into a gentle kiss.
“Love you both,” Chris agreed as well, kissing the back of his neck.
And well, nothing else really mattered then.
With them by his side, he’d take everything one day at a time. Tomorrow morning he’d get up, be riled up by everyone asking knowingly if he had a good night, he’d gossip about good sex with Erica, then with Danny over text. He’d probably limp around and blush any time he saw Peter and Chris, and then demand they do it all over again when he inevitably was brought to bed with them tomorrow night.
But that was tomorrow, and right now?
Right now he was going to be dragged into a shower by the men he loved, be washed, and snuggle into bed with them.
Right now was good.
Right now, he was loved.
Gods did he love being loved.