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Stiles had been at Starling City for two weeks and four days and, finally, it was his birthday.
From what Felicity had told him, Stiles had a packed schedule. He and Derek went for an early morning walk and then had breakfast at one of the diners Stiles liked. Felicity had the day off from work and she and Stiles took a drive out of Starling to go to that astrology exhibit Stiles wanted to see the next city over. They had lunch at a Thai restaurant and scoured through bookstores and record stores until around four in the afternoon. Then they met Derek and took in a movie. Oliver had work for the day so he had to catch up to dinner at Felicity’s apartment after work.
Felicity had reassured Oliver that he didn’t have to bring anything, but of course he was going to give Stiles a gift, despite how much he wanted to maim the boy … well, man now. Even Thea and Diggle had asked Oliver to pass along their gifts.
Oliver got to the apartment a little past six o’clock. Derek opened the door for him and it was the first time Oliver had ever seen the man look so content. He was in a maroon sweater with thumb holes, sweatpants, and was barefooted.
“Come in,” Derek said.
Behind him, Oliver could see the decorated apartment. There were streamers hanging from the ceiling, balloons, the furniture moved around to accommodate a pillow fort in the middle of the living room, a big banner with the words ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY GENIM!’, and the coffee table was piled high with gifts.
Oliver walked in with the bags of presents. Stiles bounced in from the kitchen. He was in black jogging pants and a well-worn brown sweater that was too big on the shoulders before Oliver realized it was probably Derek’s. Oliver was amused to note that he had on bright pink socks.
“Are those for me?” Stiles asked, gaping.
“From me, Thea, and Digg.” Oliver nodded, smiling. “Happy birthday, Stiles.” He handed over the presents.
Stiles absolutely lit up. “Thanks!”
“Hey, Oliver!” Felicity appeared, dressed in one of the shirts Oliver probably forgot here, knotted at the side and with the sleeves rolled up, and a pair of ripped jean shorts. She had her hair down and was barefooted and she looked so sexy Oliver couldn’t resist leaning down to kiss her, chaste and sweet but firm.
Felicity licked her lips. “Missed you,” she whispered, smiling.
“You too,” he said.
“Essie, Oliver, say hi!”
The two looked up to see Stiles holding up an iPad. On the screen was Sheriff Stilinski and he looked like he was already in bed.
“Hello, dear,” he said. “And hello, Oliver.”
“Good evening, Sheriff,” Oliver said as Felicity blew her father a kiss.
“How are you doing, Oliver?” he asked.
“I’m doing well, Sheriff,” Oliver said politely. “Work has been busy but there’s nothing much I can do.”
“Dad can relate,” Felicity said, rolling her eyes. “You’d think he’d stop taking double shifts at his age.”
The Sheriff glared lightly at her. “I am not that old, Felicity.”
“Well, you are already hitting the sack, old man,” Stiles said, turning the iPad to him with a grin. Felicity stood behind him to look over his shoulder.
The Sheriff scoffed. “The only reason is because one of the deputies had a family emergency and I had to take over. I have a day off next weekend which will make up for it. But for now, I am bushed. I’ll talk to you both tomorrow, ok?”
“Night, Dad,” they said.
“Oliver?”
“Yes, sir?” Oliver called out, smiling at the man when Stiles turned the iPad.
“Look after my little girl.”
“Hey! I can take care of myself,” Felicity said.
Oliver chuckled. “Of course, sir.”
“You too, Derek. You know how Stiles gets.”
“Hey!” Stiles frowned. “I resent that!”
“I’ll do my best, Sheriff.” Derek shouted and Oliver wondered how he heard that all the way from the kitchen.
“He said he’ll do his best, Dad,” Felicity said.
The siblings sent their Dad a few more ‘good night’s and some ‘I love you’s and ‘happy birthday’s before logging off. Almost immediately, the iPad rang and Stiles answered the call.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAAY!!!”
“Bro, you’re eighteen now!”
“Happy eighteenth birthday, Stiles!”
“Did you get all our presents? We told Derek to bring them all!”
“We’re having a party here in your honor!”
“We’ve got booze!”
“You guys are having a party on my birthday?” Stiles grinned, waving at them. “That’s so sweet! Hey, Derek, it’s the pack!”
Derek walked in as Felicity dragged Oliver to the kitchen. There was small feast laid out on the table. There was a six-pack of soda, pork chops, salad, spaghetti and meatballs, a large chocolate cake, and a tray of brownies.
“Wow,” Oliver said. “Can we finish all this?”
“We can certainly try.” Felicity laughed as they set about setting the table. “Gem, Derek! Food’s waiting!”
“…I will strangle whoever pukes on my carpet,” Derek was saying to the iPad as he walked in, a frown on his face. “If one of you breaks something, you will replace it, and I swear if my house isn’t in tiptop shape when I get back…”
Stiles was laughing as he followed. “Ooh, scary daddy, lecturing the pups.” He grabbed the iPad. “My three weeks is almost up. I’ll see you in a few days guys. Have fun!”
“We definitely will, Stilinski.”
“You have fun, bro.”
“Tonight’s the night!”
“Stiles is gonna become a man now!”
“I want all the dirty details! And I mean all of them!”
Stiles flushed. “Shut up, you losers!”
Felicity popped up beside him. “Bye, kiddies!”
After a few more goodbyes, the four of them settled around the table.
Dinner was pleasant, surprisingly so. Actually, it was more than pleasant. This was the first time since… well, ever, that Stiles talked, bantered, and joked this much with Oliver. Stiles even let Oliver sit near Felicity, barely batting an eye when Oliver held his sister’s hand or kissed her cheek. Just the same, Stiles didn’t hold back with Derek, touching him and kissing him in front of them. In Stiles’ honor, Felicity and Derek tried to one-up one another in dishing out the most embarrassing stories about him, and more than once Oliver found himself choking on his laughter while Stiles switched between being embarrassed, playfully angry, and trying to embarrass Derek and Felicity with stories about them.
They eventually retired to the living room so Stiles could open gifts. Oliver camped out on the couch while Derek climbed in the pillow fort. Stiles and Felicity sat beside the coffee table, gleefully tackling each gift.
Stiles had a lot of gifts from his Dad and his friends. He received books, CDs, video games, a really cool pair of leather gloves, new clothes, and gift certificates. There was even a rectangular black box that Stiles opened, laughed at the content, and then hid behind his back.
Felicity giggled and Stiles grinned. “My friends are perverts.”
“Who gave that one?” Derek asked, snatching the box from behind him and looking at the content.
“Boyd.”
Derek smirked, tucking it by the fort. “Sounds about right.”
Stiles and Felicity laughed at the box of gaudy, neon-colored, rainbow-pattered socks from Thea. Oliver was amused. Derek looked like he wanted to burn them.
Stiles was a happy camper at the band t-shirt Diggle had given him, pleasantly surprised the older man remembered one of his favorite bands.
Then came Oliver’s gift. It was a little box, wrapped in green and tied with a blue bow.
Stiles took it. He suddenly jolted a little, almost dropping it.
“…what was that?” he whispered.
Derek was suddenly on his knees. He touched the box with the tips of his fingers. The couple exchanged a look.
“What?” Felicity asked, brow furrowing. “What’s what? What’s happening?”
When Stiles opened the box, he and Derek looked surprised.
“It’s a necklace?” Felicity asked, peeking inside. “Wow. With a cool-looking pendant.”
“Is it real?” Stiles asked Derek.
Derek touched it and Oliver could swear his eyes flashed red for a second.
When Derek nodded, Stiles let out a breath. “Oh my God, it’s real.”
“What is it?” Felicity asked.
“This is a Nugep necklace,” Derek said.
Hm. Derek shared Stiles’ interest in the supernatural. That’s interesting. They turned to Oliver. Felicity turned to him too, curious.
Oliver fidgeted in his seat. He cleared his throat, turning to Stiles. “I… um… Felicity told me that you were planning on taking up mythological studies and I’ve seen the books you read so I asked a friend of mine if he knew of a really valuable supernatural-related artifact. He gave me that.”
“Anatoli?” Felicity asked. When Oliver nodded, she said, “Wow. That man really does love you.”
“My friend’s interest isn’t in the supernatural but he has a lot of resources and owes me more than a few favors,” Oliver said. “He found me this from an acquaintance of his. He told me about it. Nugep necklaces are rare. They were made in the Middle Ages by Nugep priests who carved the pendants from the wood of supposedly magical hundred-year-old trees. I don’t know much about it but my friend said it blesses its wearer with luck and protection. I thought I’d give it to you.”
Stiles smiled, bright and pleased and thankful. “Wow, Oliver, thank you. This means a lot.”
Oliver was pleased at having done something right, and he felt even happier when Stiles immediately put it on, looking giddy.
After that, they took in a movie, Stiles and Felicity quickly agreeing on a classic Star Trek movie. Stiles settled on the pillow fort, sitting between Derek’s spread legs. Felicity snuggled next to Oliver on the couch, her legs over his. Oliver stroked her legs, ankle to calf.
An hour passed and Oliver was actually somewhat engrossed in the film. It wasn’t his usual taste, but he had never seen it before so it took soft giggles from the pillow fort and a sigh from Felicity to get his attention. Derek was obviously not watching the screen, face buried in Stiles’ neck, arms tight around his waist and one of his hands already under Stiles’ sweater. He was whispering something and Stiles had his hands to his mouth, muffling his giggles. Felicity sighed again and sat up.
“Oliver, can you rinse the dishes and load the dishwasher?” Felicity asked, kicking Stiles lightly on the thigh as she walked past them.
“Um, sure?” Oliver said, wondering about the movie. He actually wanted to know how it ended.
Oliver left the couple to their fort and did as he was asked. By the time he was done and wiping his hands on a dishrag, Felicity had appeared, toting a bag and Oliver’s jacket.
“I’m ready. Come on, Oliver,” Felicity said.
“Where are we going?” Oliver asked, confused as Felicity grabbed his hand.
“Gem’s party is over.”
“It’s only ten,” Oliver said as Felicity led him past the living room to the door.
“I mean, our party for Gem is over, love. He has another party.”
“He does?”
“Yep, a party in my pants!” Stiles shouted.
Both Derek and Felicity groaned.
Oliver turned to see Stiles already underneath Derek, laughing as Derek hid his face in Stiles’ neck. He looked away.
Felicity laughed, patting Oliver’s cheek. “He’s finally eighteen, meaning he can finally have sex with his boyfriend.”
“That’s… um… nice?” Oliver scrunched up his nose at the thought. He didn’t really want to think of his love’s younger brother in any kind of sexual context. “But I actually thought…”
That what? Stiles was participating in underage sex with his older boyfriend and that his Sheriff father and strict older sister were letting him?
Oh. Guess not.
“Why do you think he doesn’t want us having sex?” Felicity asked, as she put on her shoes. She answered her own question. “Because he is a selfish and jealous brat who was being a little shit about us having sex because he couldn’t.”
“Hey, I resent that!” Stiles shouted.
“It’s true though,” Derek said. He got swatted on the head for his trouble.
“I thought you just didn’t mind” Oliver said.
“Oh, I do, especially since my brother was not being all that subtle,” Felicity scoffed. “Thing is, Derek is a good guy and Stiles is, like, constantly horny and inappropriate.”
“Can you not say stuff like that about me to your boyfriend?” Stiles whined.
Felicity ignored her brother. “Why do you think he’s spending his birthday here? Because if he was back home, Dad wouldn’t even let him out of his sight, much less go to Derek’s house. If they even tried, Dad has the right kind of bullets to incapacitate Derek.”
“The right kind of bullets?” Oliver asked.
“Anyway, Derek would never touch below the belt until Gem is eighteen and now that he is, we are going to give them privacy. I’m leaving the apartment to them while you take me to your ridiculous mansion, to your room with the insanely luxurious sheets, for the entire weekend while I…” She popped open one of the middle buttons in the dress shirt she was wearing and Oliver jerked at the hint of the green halter bra he saw days ago.
Oliver jerked again. “Wait, the entire weekend?”
“Yes, go, please. I want to officially not be a virgin anymore,” Stiles shouted. He suddenly let out a laugh. “Derek! Tickles!”
“So now, we shall go,” Felicity said, smiling. She turned to Derek and Stiles, who were rolling around on the floor. “But house rules first.”
Stiles groaned and Derek simply nodded, making to sit up. Stiles’ legs immediately came up around his waist. Oliver turned away. He did not want to see that.
“Stick to your little fort or your room, please. Because the couch is communal and so is the kitchen and dining room. Bathroom’s okay probably. But don’t tell me if you ever do it there. And at least air out your room and Febreeze it, ok? No matter how good it might smell, Derek. And don’t sit your naked asses anywhere in this room. I’ll be back on Sunday afternoon. Oh, and feel free to be loud. The lesbian couple on the floor below likes the show.”
Derek grinned. “Oh, trust me. It’ll definitely get loud.” Stiles flushed at that.
“Have you been caught?” Stiles asked.
Oliver couldn’t help snorting. “Oh, yeah. She’s loud.” Felicity swatted his arm at that.
Stiles snickered. “Oh, hey, catch.”
Oliver caught it by reflex. It was a box of condoms.
“Oliver already has… I mean, Gem!” Felicity shouted, flushing.
Stiles grinned innocently. “What? I’m not looking forward to being an uncle yet. And it’s not like we need it. I can’t get pregnant and Derek’s clean.”
“Does that have to do with immune…” Felicity trailed off.
Stiles nodded. “Oh, yes.”
Derek groaned. “You two are the worst, the literal worst.”
Felicity grabbed the box of condoms, tucking it into her bag and walking out. “Anyway, come on Oliver. I’m horny and we haven’t had sex in eighteen days!”
“Oh, um, bye Stiles, Derek. Happy birthday, Stiles.” Oliver ran out the door after his love.
As much as Oliver really disliked Stiles and his cockblocking ways, he had to admit that after eighteen days of no sex, ending it in an entire weekend with a horny and responsive Felicity? Well…
Best weekend of Oliver’s life.
So far.
Oliver and Felicity saw Stiles and Derek off at the airport once the three weeks were up. They had to say their goodbyes at the parking lot though, because Oliver would only gather attention but Stiles and Derek appreciated it and Felicity was happy Oliver came with her.
“You two have a good flight,” Oliver said, shaking Derek’s hand.
Derek nodded. “Thank you for letting us stay and for putting up with Stiles.” He sent his young lover a look for mixed exasperation and fondness. “Take care of Felicity.”
“Of course,” Oliver said. “Look after Stiles.”
“Always do,” Derek said, nodding.
Derek turned to Felicity while Stiles skidded over to him, motioning for Oliver to follow him as they walked out of earshot.
“Have a safe flight, Stiles,” Oliver said.
Stiles grinned. “Thanks Oliver. And thanks for the gift,” he touched the Nugep necklace around his neck, “for letting me go to Queen Consolidated, and Verdant, and your house. I had fun.”
Oliver smiled. “Thanks. I did too. It was really good to see you.”
Stiles grinned. “Really? Despite all the…” He waved over to his sister, who was talking to Derek. “All the stuff I did.”
Oliver only laughed, shrugging.
Stiles rocked on his heels. “While messing with you was fun, Essie obviously loves you and you love her so… yeah, for what it’s worth, I actually think you’re all right.” He reached out a hand.
“Thanks, Stiles,” Oliver said, warmth and something like relief erupting in his chest as he shook Stiles’ hand. “Coming from you that means a lot and I–”
Stiles suddenly pulled Oliver’s hand, tilting their bodies closer. His voice dropped low and dark. “But if my sister gets hurt in one of your so-called missions, trust me, Mr. Arrow, I know more than a thousand ways to hurt you.”
Oliver’s jaw dropped. He sputtered. “I don’t… you… but I’m not… I…”
Stiles smirked, threatening and proud, and his eyes shone with threat and intent. He was serious.
Oliver looked back, the seriousness and threat of his Arrow persona coming through. “How did you know?”
Stiles shrugged, letting him go. “Essie didn’t tell me, if you’re so worried, but I have my ways. To be honest, it was near impossible figuring it out. I just have the teeny advantage of being her brother.”
Oliver nodded slowly, meeting the unspoken threats in Stiles’ eyes with threats and reassurances of his own. “Stiles, I love your sister. I would die, kill myself even, before I let anything happen to her.”
Stiles turned to Derek, who was enveloped in Felicity’s arms in a hug. Derek looked over her shoulder at Stiles, tapping his chest and nodding as if he actually heard their conversation or heard Oliver’s earnest confession.
Stiles nodded. “Good. Because god knows I’d be a hypocrite to warn my sister away from danger knowing my lifestyle.” Before Oliver could wonder about that, the threat in Stiles’ eyes subsided and was replaced with something warmer and more accepting. “All threats aside, I really do like you, Oliver. So don’t mess it up.”
Before Oliver could reply, Stiles ducked towards him, giving him a quick one-armed hug and a pat on the back.
Stiles bounced over to his sister and wrapped his arms around her. The siblings had a private moment, talking in hushed voices, hugging tight and kissing cheeks and foreheads a few times before it was time to go.
Felicity and Oliver waved as Derek and Stiles headed to the airport.
“I love you two!” Felicity shouted. “Stay safe!”
Stiles and Derek suddenly laughed. Stiles turned around, walking backwards as he held Derek’s hand.
“Safe? In Beacon Hills?” Stiles grinned. “It’s like you don’t know us at all, sis.”
Felicity laughed, waving.
“You guys should come by Beacon Hills one of these days!” Stiles shouted with a wink. “Love you, Essie!”
They waved until Derek and Stiles ducked inside and held hands as they walked back to their car.
“Thanks, Oliver,” Felicity said, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “For everything.”
“It’s not a problem, love.” Oliver chuckled, wrapping an arm around her waist and giving her a soft, chaste kiss. “You know I like your brother.”
“Even when he’s being a brat?” Felicity asked teasingly.
“Even so,” Oliver laughed.
They got into the car, making sure their seatbelts were strapped in.
“But that’s a thought actually,” Oliver said as he pulled out of the parking lot.
“What’s a thought?” Felicity asked in the middle of texting her Dad about Stiles.
“Maybe we could take a trip to Beacon Hills next time,” Oliver said. “For a change, if you want.”
“Seriously?” Felicity asked, eyes wide.
Oliver nodded. “We’re going to have to bring Digg along, of course. And it’s going to take a bit of planning, but I know how much you’d enjoy it.”
Felicity looked surprised before grinning excitedly. “Yes! Sure! We can go!” Her smile turned knowing and secretive. “I hope you’ll be able to deal with a small town and all the problems that come with it.”
Oliver shrugged. “What could possibly happen in a small town like Beacon Hills?”
“Oh, love.” Felicity giggled and kissed his cheek. “You have no idea.”