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It was pretty much inevitable that Stiles and Scott were going to end up living together at some point. They’d spent half their lives together, at each other’s houses, out in the world causing mayhem. There was no way that they wouldn’t live together at some point. Whoever said that foxes and wolves couldn"t coexist had clearly never met Stiles and Scott.
Living together and living with their partners was more of a surprise, though. Well, it was less of a surprise given the fact that Peter had been the one to make the down payment on this place, since the other three of them were recent college graduates who did not have that kind of money. Lydia’s family did, of course, but that money would have come with strings. Not that Peter’s didn’t, but they all knew what they were, and it was easier to say yes.
They do try to take turns, though, having everyone over. Or at least giving each other some private time. But when things get busier at work, and this is the home that they all choose for rest and relaxation, there’s bound to be overlap. And with said overlap comes tension.
Currently, though, there"s none of that. Scott and Stiles are simply enjoying their morning coffee together, cracking jokes and relaxing. Lydia and Peter both insist on getting their beauty sleep, which their partners can usually get behind. However, when it gets to be approaching noon, even Stiles and Scott decide that it"s truly time to get up for the day. There are chores to be done, things to do, and frankly it"s just nice to be up and enjoy the day at a slower pace sometimes, rather than rushing through what could be a calm weekend because they"ve slept in too late.
It also gives them time to talk. Thankfully, Peter and Lydia aren"t the kind of partners that want the details of their lives to be kept a secret. Anything that does need to be kept a secret is respected, but they always know that Scott and Stiles are going to share with each other. It"s a given, really.
"I"m telling you, man, she goes crazy for it. Like nothing you"d expect. I"m surprised you - or at least Peter - weren"t complaining about the noise. She gets pretty into it, if you know what I"m saying."
"Dude, you"re really not being all that subtle. Of course I know what you"re saying. I"m just saying that Peter"s way more into it. He"s always greedy for my fingers in him. Likes it well enough when we switch things up, too, but he"s a slut for it, I"m telling you. And the noises? Jesus, the two of you could be screaming your heads off and I still wouldn"t be able to hear your over him. I"m surprised you haven"t bought headphones, man, seriously."
Scott scoffs. "There"s no way Peter"s louder than Lydia, bro, I"m telling you. I know your foxy hearing isn"t as good as mine, but -"
"Woah, dude, you"ve gotta be joking. First of all, my fox hearing is just as good as your wolf hearing. It"s the ability to shift that enhances it, not what type of shifter you are, and you very well know that. And second of all, I guarantee Peter"s louder than Lydia with my fingers in him."
"Wanna bet?"
Stiles should, objectively, not agree to this bet. Peter - and Lydia, though she is a little less consequential in Stiles" consideration of this - will kill him if he finds out. And Stiles isn"t very good at keeping secrets from Peter. Other people, sure, no problem, but Peter"s always been able to read him like an open book. And Scott has even less of a chance of keeping it a secret than Stiles does.
So, he does what any reasonable, mature, adult would do - he grins and says, "You"re so on. And you"re so gonna lose. What are our terms, and what are we betting?"
Scott pretends to think on it, but Stiles knows that he"s flying by the seat of his pants, because they both are. They both are less of the time, now, but this has been pretty standard operating procedure for them for...well, forever, really.
"Fifteen minute time limit, fingers only. Honor system for who gets loudest first - enough to make the other person notice. Two weeks of laundry duty on the line."
"Oh, you"re so on," Stiles says as he shakes Scott"s hand and agrees to the terms. He knows that he can have Peter writhing on his fingers in seconds . It"d be even easier if he were opened up from last night, but Stiles bottomed last night, so he won"t have that advantage. He has the advantage of going into this after an awesome night, though, and the advantage of knowing for a fact that Peter"s louder than Lydia. Scott"s got everything to lose. This is a sure thing for Stiles, and he"s going to love not doing laundry for two weeks, that"s for sure.
"And, it goes without being said, we don"t breathe a word of this to them."
"Uh, duh, dude. Peter would kill me, and Lydia"d kill you. You didn"t even have to say it, man."
Scott chuckles, holds his hands up defensively. "Just making sure, man. You and Peter have been known to cheat on a bet or two, so I had to cover my ass."
"Uh, fucking rude. We do not cheat on bets, Scott. We win strategically. You wouldn"t get it." Scott just rolls his eyes at him, but Stiles knows he"s telling the truth. What? They"ve never cheated a bet, it"s not their fault that Scott - and others - aren"t always so good at making sure there aren"t loopholes.
"Whatever, man. Fifteen minutes. Starting now?"
"Starting now."
They both dash off to their respective rooms, quick as they can. The sound of racing feet probably helps wake both of their partners up, but neither one of them is thinking about that. The focus is solely on winning the bet, now. And bringing their partners pleasure as a consequence, of course.
Stiles makes it to his room first, slowing his pace and gently shutting the door behind him.
"Mmm," Peter says sleepily from the bed, "What"s already got your heart racing this morning?"
"Just the idea of you, in bed, just like this," Stiles says, no matter how cheesy he feels saying it. Peter loves a good cheesy line, no matter how much he might pretend not to. Sure enough, he scoffs, but he"s still smiling. "You gonna let me take care of you? Give you a good morning?"
Peter"s smile turns wicked. "Darling, when have I ever said no to an offer like that?"
Stiles reaches the bed, and leans down to capture Peter"s lips with his own. He thinks about how Scott is likely doing the same, warming Lydia up and getting ready to try and win the bet. Just thinking about it gets him amped up more, and he deepens the kiss, presses Peter back into the bed as much as he can.
"My, you"re in a mood this morning. And here I thought I would"ve properly worn you out last night."
"Oh, you did," Stiles says, stripping himself and getting on the bed, under the covers to match Peter. "Maybe I"m just interested in repaying the favor."
He keeps his lips on Peter - on his face and neck, so as to not allow himself to cheat on the bet. Scott said fingers only, and even though Stiles thinks he could probably get away with using his mouth elsewhere - Peter goes wild for Stiles" tongue in his ass - he knows he can win this bet without using any technicalities. Just pure skill, and knowing his partner well. He slides his fingers down to Peter"s broad chest - exposed for him already, since he only sleeps in underwear - and tweaks a nipple, just to hear the sound Peter makes. It"s loud, but nowhere near as loud as he can get; as loud as Stiles intends for him to be shortly.
It"s important that Stiles doesn"t rush, because Peter will only buy the excuse that Stiles is keyed up from last night and just has more energy than him in the mornings for so long. If he actually rushes his way through touching, teasing, and exploring Peter"s body, he"ll know something"s up. And while Stiles has resigned himself to the possibility that he catches on - because it"s Peter, and as much as Stiles wants to keep this from him, he"s not sure - he"d like to try to avoid it as long as he can. Long enough to win the bet, at the very least.
He presses a quick kiss to Peter"s stomach - it"s not cheating, he"s still just going to make Peter scream and come on his fingers - before tucking his fingers into the elastic waistband and pulling them down swiftly. There"s a moment of laughter for both of them when Peter"s feet get stuck in the underwear, and Stiles has to actually help him pull them all the way off, but it"s good. Stiles loves that he can laugh in bed with Peter. He"d draw the moment out, normally, and bask in it, but he"s still got the bet to win.
Stiles buries his face right where Peter"s scent is most highly concentrated and huffs deeply, drawing a groan from the wolf in his bed. Scent - sharing it, its uniqueness, all of that - is just as important for fox shifters as it is for wolves. Peter"s always been a man deeply connected to his wolf, and Stiles has found himself engaging in more of that sort of behavior since dating him. Honestly, it"s kind of refreshing to be able to indulge and let loose. He feels so much more connected to his fox this way, and it"s just another reason he has to be grateful for Peter.
Peter"s cock is right there, but Stiles made a bet and he believes in its terms, so he ignores it and instead says, "Turn over for me, babe?" while looking up at Peter from between his legs, which pretty much guarantees that Peter will do whatever he asks. Sure enough, he huffs for a moment, but Stiles sees his cock twitch, too, and knows he"s eagerly anticipating what Stiles has planned.
Stiles takes the time of Peter"s movement to reach over and grab the lube that they"d discarded onto the nightstand last night, then takes a few minutes just running his hands over Peter"s ass, massaging and appreciating it.
"God, you have such a great ass. I know I"ve said it before, but I don"t think I"ll ever get sick of saying it." Peter moans at the words, and it"s nice and loud. Stiles hasn"t exactly been paying too much attention, but he hasn"t heard much from Scott and Lydia"s room, and he smirks. This is going to be an easy win if Peter"s already getting loud and Stiles doesn"t even have his fingers in him just yet.
Meanwhile, Scott is frustrated. He can"t believe that Lydia"s still dead to the world; completely asleep. Every moment that it takes for her to wake up is a moment where Stiles is winning. If he strains his ears, he can hear the soft sounds of skin on skin, and Peter"s voice. But if he jolts Lydia awake instead of easing her into it, there"ll be hell to pay, and there"s no way he"ll be getting his hands on her in time.
He gently rubs her shoulders and kisses at the exposed parts of her face and neck. No pressure, not pushing her more than she"s ready for without even being awake, but trying to bring her into awareness in the world. It proves to be a more difficult task than he originally thought, since she does seem to start stirring, but only enough to cling to Scott, trying to get him to go back to sleep with her. He hasn"t glanced at a clock, but he knows his precious fifteen minutes are ticking by.
He takes a deep breath and makes his big move, planting a kiss right on her lips, and trying to slip his tongue into her mouth as soon as she really becomes responsive to him. She allows it, kisses him back albeit at a much slower pace than what he"s trying to set.
Finally , he thinks, then immediately kicks himself for it. It"s not Lydia"s fault that he made this stupid bet with Stiles, and it"s certainly not her responsibility to win it for him. The bravado he"d worked up in the kitchen while he was talking to his best friend is fading, and he"s just here with his beautiful girlfriend that he loves. Sure, he still wants to win the be. But it"s not the end of the world if he doesn"t, and he has to keep that in mind. Besides, Stiles is probably already cheating, putting his mouth all over Peter when they"d agreed to fingers only. Peter certainly does seem to be louder than he"s remembered, now that he"s trying to pay attention instead of doing his best to ignore them having sex altogether.
"Good morning," Lydia says, a little breathless, once Scott finally pulls back. "Worked up, a little bit, are you?"
"Just from having the most beautiful, most brilliant woman in the world in my bed," Scott says, totally cheesy, just to hear Lydia groan. At least he didn"t make the mistake of just saying most beautiful woman in the world, and he didn"t refer to her as a girl, either. Dating Lydia has certainly come with a learning curve, but Scott"s appreciative of it. He has no intention of ever leaving her, but he likes to think that it"s a good thing that he"s a better person, knows how to treat women better, regardless.
He kisses her again, capturing the very end of the groan, and starts touching her more now that she"s awake and he can gauge her responses better. They"ve been dating for years, and Scott knows Lydia well, but he still likes to read her cues on how to proceed. He keeps it nice, simple, at her face and throat and shoulders before she arches up for more, and he moves to cup her breasts, squeezing gently. She moans up into the kiss, and Scott smiles, pleased that he got it right.
It"s kind of an insane feedback loop between them, most of the time. Scott gets pleasure from giving Lydia pleasure, and she wants it to be good for him too, obviously, so it"s just heady and building the whole time between them. He might"ve gotten off to a slow start, but Lydia"s already moaning and he doesn"t have his fingers in her yet, which he knows she loves. He starts feeling a lot better about the bet, even when he hears a cry that"s higher-pitched than he"d expect from the direction of Stiles" room.
"You want this off, sweetheart?" He mutters against Lydia"s lips, hands on the hem of the cropped pajama top that she"s wearing. She nods, and Scott immediately slides his hands up under it, lifting it over her arms and head and tossing it to the side. It"s not one of her nice sets that he needs to worry about wrinkling, and she doesn"t say anything about it, so he just goes about touching her more now that there"s so much bare skin in front of him, and continuing to kiss her.
His hands - or at least one of them, since he knows just how much she likes having her chest stimulated during sex - starts to move its way down the smooth plane of her stomach until he reaches the matching waistband of the tiny shorts that go with the pajama crop top.
"You want these off, too?"
She looks at him speculatively, like she"s trying to figure out what his angle is here, since he"s still fully dressed, but she nods again. Once he has them off, tossed in the same direction as the crop top, she hooks an ankle lazily over his shoulder, then uses it to yank him down towards the skin that he"s bared. Since he"s there, he places a few kisses along her lower stomach, but arches forward to kiss her as he starts by simply lightly running his fingers along the edges of her outer labia.
He wants to dive right into it, but he knows better by now; knows that she wouldn"t appreciate it. He"s pleasantly surprised to find that she is already getting wet, though, and he totally has this bet in the bag. Lydia might not be getting loud yet, but she"s certainly about to be.
He just keeps his mouth occupied on hers as he keeps up the gentle strokes on her labia, spreading the wetness and sparking her nerves. Lydia moans into his mouth, and Scott regretfully pulls back. He needs her noises to be loud and clear so that Stiles can"t say that they don"t count. He"s known his best friend for so long, and the phrase sly as a fox really doesn"t even begin to cover it, if he"s honest. Lydia doesn"t whimper at the loss - she would never be quite so undignified - but she does let out the slightest little whine that makes guilt curl in Scott"s stomach. It"s not her fault that he needs her to be loud right now.
He"s got a dilemma, too, because if he"s only going to use his fingers, he doesn"t really have any reason not to kiss her. But he needs her mouth free for her to be as loud as she can be, and he can"t put his mouth on her otherwise. This really is looking a lot more difficult than it sounded when he initially challenged Stiles.
She"s not quite as wet as Scott wants her to be for this, so he reaches into the bedside table and pulls out a half-used tube of lube. He quickly gets some on his fingers - and warms them up first, because he if he doesn"t Lydia will kick him out of this bed right now - and it helps the glide.
That gets Lydia moaning louder, too, and Scott grins. Maybe the road ahead is tough, but he"s still got time. He can still make this work.
Finally, Stiles pulls one of Peter"s cheeks to the side and starts stroking a wet finger down the length of him, pausing to absolutely press against the spot right behind Peter"s balls that drives him crazy every single time. He moans, louder than he has yet, and Stiles can practically taste his victory on the tip of his tongue. Still, he has fifteen minutes, and he plans to get Peter howling and screaming fully if he can.
He taps a second finger along with the continued pressure, just to really send the message home, then slides his fingers back up to the hole that"s his actual target. The rest of it is important, though, and Stiles never wants to be found lacking where this is concerned. Well, he doesn"t want to be found lacking in the other areas of being a boyfriend, either, but he"d hate for Peter to be disappointed in him, sexually. Not when he"s practiced so much to get good at it.
He circles the pads of two fingers around Peter"s rim, where he knows he"s sensitive, but he only slides his middle finger in the whole way, in one deep stroke. He could prep Peter with two fingers right away; Stiles knows from experience that he can take it, likes to take it, even, but he"s not prepping Peter to take his cock right now.
He"s fingering him for the sake of fingering him, and that requires a significantly different game plan. He needs to linger in the build-up, because it"s a different "main event". If he gives Peter too much too fast, he won"t have anywhere to go. And sure, he only has fifteen minutes, but he wants to make them count. It"s no good if he makes Peter come too fast and he gets to his loudest, and Scott has time left to try and beat him out.
Stiles is just starting to hear him and Lydia, though, and he smirks. They"re way louder than those two, and his confidence certainly feels bolstered. Yeah, he thought he had this in the bag already, but it"s good for his confidence in that sentiment to grow.
"C"mon, really let me hear you," Stiles implores Peter, leaning down to kiss him as he slides a second finger inside.
Yeah, he doesn"t want to rush, but Peter will get impatient and snippy if he takes too long, too. He has to time this out well without being able to actually look at a clock and time it out. And he didn"t think about that, actually - how are they going to know how time"s up? Oh well; they"ll just have to use the honor system. They"re basically using it for the rest of the bet anyway.
He"s gentle with the two fingers at first; just getting Peter used to the additional stretch before he really gets into it with scissoring his fingers. He"s using one hand still to pull Peter"s cheeks apart; massaging at the meat of his ass as well. He pulls it back far enough to land one stinging slap on Peter"s ass, then returns it to its position. It startles a big moan out of Peter, though, and Stiles grins. Peter would never tolerate a long, drawn-out spanking, but he definitely likes the sting of a little pain.
Now when things are turned around? Stiles loves Peter"s hands on him; loves being marked up by him as much as he can and taking it rough. But Stiles has to keep reminding himself that this isn"t about him, right now, it"s about Peter and a little bit also about beating out Scott for the bet. What? He can have more than one goal. Especially when they"re not in direct competition with each other - the goals, that is. Stiles and Scott are definitely in direct competition with each other right now.
"I love you like this; opening up so sweetly for me in the morning," Stiles says, and hides his grin at the loud moan Peter lets out in the side of his neck. He loves talking dirty to Peter, just like he likes to be overwhelmed by Peter"s dirty talk some of the time.
He keeps urging Peter"s hips forwards with his two fingers, but all bets are off when he starts tapping a third at Peter"s rim as well. If he"s timing this as well as he thinks he is - well, then it"s not going to be much longer before Peter"s at his absolute loudest and coming just on Stiles" fingers.
So, it"s possible that Scott is maybe, just a little bit, cheating. It"s not like Stiles isn"t! He knows his best friend far too well to assume that he"s not also cheating, even though he totally agreed that he wouldn"t. But since he"s not putting his mouth on Lydia, or kissing her, he has to give her some other form of stimulation. He"s not going to give her a bad orgasm in the name of winning some stupid bet.
He"s pressing kisses everywhere that his mouth will reach; everywhere that he knows she"s eager to have her mouth travel to. He trails kisses up and down both sides of her neck, to her chest, to her stomach, to just above where he"s sure that she wants his mouth. But that"s the one line he doesn"t let himself cross. Kissing other parts of her body is vague; rule-pushing behavior. Eating her out would be rule-breaking behavior, though the temptation is difficult to resist.
"Scott ," Lydia says, as close as she gets to begging. Oh, she gets loud, he wasn"t lying about that at all. But she demands, she doesn"t beg. "Give me more."
He obliges, briefly bites into the meat of her thigh and then soothes over it with his tongue as her fingers work her over relentlessly. He paces it as well as he can, but once he gets to a pace that she clearly enjoys, he just rotates between that movement and another one but refuses to change it.
There was a learning curve, at least for him, with how to pleasure a woman. He liked it when things were changed up on him; the way a different angle or twist of the wrist or whatever would make him feel.
The same was definitely not true for Lydia. Figuring a good movement or two out and just building the pace until it was as fast as she"d want it - sometimes dropping back to be a bit slower, then picking back up - but maintaining that speed. No new tricks, no trying anything new, no surprises once a good rhythm was maintained.
Scott just works her over and over and over again, and she starts getting louder. He focuses more on her throat and then the thin, delicate skin of her inner thighs. When her legs start to squeeze almost rhythmically on the sides of his head, he knows she"s getting close. And he knows she"s been loud.
The question simply stands - louder than Peter? He"s just not quite sure. It"s way closer than Scott thought that it might be, to be honest. He really thought Lydia would have this in the bag, but whatever Stiles is doing over there is clearly working for Peter.
Stiles knows he"s right on the verge of victory. Just after he finally gives Peter that last finger that he"s been begging for, he just starts to really be able to hear Lydia over in Scott"s room. But there"s no chance that she"s in any way being louder than Peter. There"s just simply no way.
"Please, Stiles, just fuck me already," Peter begs and begs and begs, and Stiles will surely have to give in. Just, well, later.
He shakes his head and tuts. "C"mon, Peter, you can come for me just like this. I know you can. I want you to do it. Won"t you do this for me? I"ll fuck you so good later; I will. But I want you to come for me just like this," he punctuates with a harsh twist to his fingers, and Peter positively howls.
Yes, Lydia"s getting louder. He"s had to really step it up. But he"s so sure , still, that he can win this. He"s even getting a little louder than he thinks he should be, but if it gets that reaction out of Peter then that"s all he really cares about.
"Yeah, you"re gonna come for me just like this. You feel so fucking good inside; like a goddamn dream. So hot and soft and smooth around my fingers. And if you can just come for me like this, I"ll give you my cock later, and it"ll feel even better inside, I just know it."
Again, he tells Peter to come for him at the same time that he twists his fingers inside again and bites down on Peter"s neck. And that fucking does it - Peter might as well be screaming Stiles" praises as Stiles continues to work his fingers inside of him, and Peter tugs on his own cock just to draw out the orgasm. Maybe that"s cheating a little bit, too, but Stiles can"t be bothered to care at all.
Yeah, laundry sucks. But seeing Peter"s face; sensing his reactions, all of it? It"s good enough to justify doing Scott"s laundry, too. He still thinks that he"s won, though, even as he hears Lydia reaching her peak in the other room. Maybe it"s even a tie. They"ll figure it out later.
Time"s almost up, but Scott knows that Lydia"s just about there. And he knows he can get her there. They"re probably fast-approaching the fifteen minute deadline, but it"s honestly starting to fall out of Scott"s mind. He just wants to make sure Lydia feels good, and maybe fall back into bed with her after this stupid bet is done. It should be a lazy weekend, anyway, and he"ll be happy to move things into that direction.
"We have all day to sleep in, you know," Scott drops as a hint, still relentlessly working his fingers inside of his girlfriend. "You can get up after this, but then I can bring you coffee and breakfast and bed. We"ll have a lazy day in bed, just as soon as you come for me. Please, babe, I want to hear you."
Now Lydia might not be one for begging, but Scott sure as hell is. And there"s nothing that quite gets Lydia off like Scott"s desperation; like how she doesn"t have the enhanced senses of a werewolf - more the finely tuned skills of a badass banshee - but she still knows when he"s desperate for her.
Some days, she"ll put it off just to be contrary, just because Scott wants it too bad. He"s nervous that maybe he"s pushing just a little too far here. But when her fingers claw into his hair and pull his head to her neck for him to scrape his teeth there one last time as his fingers hit just right inside of her, she does not fucking hold back.
He heard it when Peter finished, and honestly? He has no fucking clue which one of them was louder. Not even a little bit. All he knows is that Lydia is laying satisfied in his bed as he gently continues to work his fingers inside of her, easing off until she pushes him away because of the overstimulation, and that"s enough for him. Maybe Stiles will try to claim that he won.
Scott finds that he simply doesn"t particularly care. He"s content here, just like this.
"We can agree on a tie?" Stiles asks, when both Lydia and Peter are in their respective showers, and they"re once again sitting at the table, sipping coffee.
They shake on it, satisfied smiles on both their faces. No extra laundry for anyone, it seems.