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There was small blanket of snow on the ground, an almost silent crunch sounded throughout the quiet night time. Stiles was sneaking his way to his boyfriends house, trying not to seem like he was away to rob somewhere and get pulled over by the cops. It was the thoughts that passed his mind, wearing a hood, beanie and black clothing. It was a simple thought in his mind that somebody would pull him over for it. Stiles questioned why his mind went placess at time, then he remembered the ADHD and he was onto another subject- like why was snow so white? How did it snow in Beacon Hills? Was there another monster to fight? Ha, a monster that created snow, he thought to himself, it would be a nice change.
Finally reaching his destination, the- now a man- opened the door and made his way up the stairs. It was not hard to tell that his boyfriends would be in bed, it was late at night which made the spare key come in handy at times. Reaching the bedroom, the man jumped on the bed and heard two groans before he was being grabbed from both sides. "I come in peace! I just want to probe you!"
"Stiles," Chris muttered, voice heavy with sleep. "You had me thinking that somebody had broken into our house and was away to get my gun. You really need to phone before you come over."
"I did phone, neither of you picked up," Stiles said in his own defence.
Peter snorted and pulled Stiles down towards his chest. "Always something to say back. Snarky as ever, my love." Kissing the mans head, he started to tickle him and laughed at the thrashing and glare that he got back at the action. Stopping, he leant in for a proper kiss before letting Chris and Stiles kiss.
"I have a better idea," Chris said to the both of them. "You are here, more than you are home, why not move in?" It was something that Peter and Chris had been discussing for a long time and why not mention it in the middle of the night? Stiles mind was clearly wide awake and may give him time to process things.
"Wait, what- no, I heard you. You want me to move in with you?" Stiles exclaimed, excitement clear in his voice. There was slight regret in Chris' face, he was exhausted and now he had a hyper active Stiles to deal with. "I want that! Yes. Now that Allison has moved out, I could make her room into my own crime room!"
"That is my quiet room," Peter told him, a slight protectiveness in his voice over getting to keep his own place to disappear to.
"Yeah, but, crime room." Stiles used his hands to exaggerate the importance of a crime room. "Crime happens here. A lot. So. Crime room. Pleeeaaassee?" Stiles pouted at Peter and the older man knew it was all an act to make him cave in and it worked. Every damn time.
"Fine. Crime room, with a hint of quietness to it."
"Deal!"
"Can we sleep now?" Chris asked the two of them, eyes already shut as he laid down on the bed and his body concaving to the lack of sleep he had been having in his older age. Whoever said that old age helped sleep hahd never been older. "We can discuss details in the morning."
"Okay, sleepy head, you go to sleep," Stiles said, giving him a light kiss before he wedged his way properly in between them, spooning Chris whilst being spooned by Peter. It was nice an warm. Too warm. Oh, fuck, he had forgotten to take off his clothes. Oh well, he was above the covers and he was too comfortable to change. Plus, he was pretty sure that Chris would kill him if he moved out of pure exhaustion then plead insanity. Where would the justice be in that, he thought to himself. Where was he going with this again? Oh yeah; sleep.