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Teen Wolf || Stetopher || Teen Wolf || Flannel Fiends || Teen Wolf || Stetopher || Teen Wolf
Title: Flannel Fiends – The Suffering of Stiles Stilinski
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, Neckz ‘n Throats AU, established relationship, fluff
Main Pairing : Chris/Peter/Stiles
Teen Wolf Characters : Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski , Chris Argent , Peter Hale , Allison Argent
Summary : Stiles was trying to do something cute for this shoot, but his mates are dorks.
Flannel Fiends
The Suffering of Stiles Stilinski
Stiles thought it would be a cute idea. He’d specifically scheduled this shoot with Allison, so Chris wouldn’t know about it, even though his mate usually did all of Stiles’ shoots (partially because Chris, despite not being a werewolf, was at least as possessive and growly as Peter. It appeased Chris to be the one behind the camera when Stiles was in front of it). But this was going to be an anniversary surprise for them, so Chris couldn’t know. Shouldn’t know. And yet…
“Why are you here,” Stiles frowned and his frown deepened when he looked his mates up and down. “And why are you dressed like that? How did you even know?”
Peter Hale, CEO of Neckz ‘n Throats who has never, not once, been seen out of an extremely expensive suit when he was in this building, was wearing a large, soft flannel shirt. Red with a black grid. And star photographer Christopher Argent next to him wore the exact same shirt.
“You really think I don’t know your schedule, darling?” Peter asked amused. “Or that I wouldn’t snoop why you’re ‘busy’ on our anniversary? You know it takes minimal bribing with Erica to get the details. When she told me you had a flannel themed shoot, I could not resist.”
Peter looked at him with the most enamored smile before wrapping his arms around Stiles from behind. Stupid wolf. Stupid surprise-ruining wolf. Stiles pouted and shoved Peter, just to then be caged in by Chris from the front, who also laid his arms around Stiles.
“Why are you pouting, doll?” Chris asked, lips dragging along Stiles’ neck.
“This was supposed to be a surprise!” Stiles complained, even as he bared his throat to Chris and leaned more against Peter’s chest. “You’re ruining the surprise.”
The red flannel shirt had originally belonged to Chris, once upon a time. He always liked to wear it for comfort, making it worn-out and heavily laced with his scent. Which meant it had quickly become Peter’s favorite shirt to steal for comfort, especially when Chris was out for an on-location shoot somewhere else. Out of exasperation had Chris bought a second shirt at one point, so he could have one to wear when Peter stole the first . That suited the wolf just fine, because it meant another shirt was being soaked in Chris’ scent and primed for stealing once the scent faded off the o ther .
And then Stiles had entered their relationship. M uch to Chris’ endless amusement, he suddenly had two flannel thieves at hand, because Stiles found these shirts just as comfy and comforting . So, the red flannel shirt was special, important, and he had thought it would be a cute shoot idea.
“Dads, you should… really get out of the frame and also stop scratching up Stiles’ throat. Lydia is going to kill you, because this is supposed to go in the magazine,” Allison pointed out.
Both Chris and Peter stepped aside at the threat of Lydia’s wrath, but they stayed close to watch the entire shoot, not taking their eyes off of their boy, who looked just too tempting in red. There was something very pleasing about seeing Stiles wear it, like a mark, a claim from them both. Theirs .
~*~ The End ~*~