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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Isaac_Lahey/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale, Isaac_Lahey
  Additional Tags:
      Threesome_-_M/M/M, Hypothermia, Outdoor_Sex, Frottage, Hand_Jobs, Warm,
      Pack_Dynamics, Awkwardness, use_of_puns, puns_are_awesome, especially
      groaners, references_to_twilight, But_not_how_you_think
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-01-16 Words: 3827
****** Break the Ice ******
by Marishna
Summary
     "Oh, hell no. You are not Bella Swanning me."
     Derek stared at Stiles blankly, as if he wasn't sure if he should
     snarl or roll his eyes.
     "Twilight?  They're on a mountain or something and she's cold but she
     can't snuggle with Edward because he's cold as ice or some shit and
     the we-werewolf is a furnace so he has to warm her up.  I'm not a t-
     teenaged girl with a penchant for sparkles!" Stiles declared,
     whirling a finger in the air although his point was somewhat
     undermined by his full-body shiver.
Notes
     Written for stop_drop_howl over on LiveJournal. Had to get this out
     quickly to make the deadline so it's unbeta'd.
     Hope you enjoy!
"Oh, hell no. You are not Bella Swanning me."
Derek stared at Stiles blankly, as if he wasn't sure if he should snarl or roll
his eyes.
"Twilight? They're on a mountain or something and she's cold but she can't
snuggle with Edward because he's cold as ice or some shit and the we-werewolf
is a furnace so he has to warm her up. I'm not a t-teenaged girl with a
penchant for sparkles!" Stiles declared, whirling a finger in the air although
his point was somewhat undermined by his full-body shiver.
"O....kay," Derek said slowly.
"I'm just saying," Stiles mumbled and pulled his jacket tighter around his
midsection.
The Alphas were hiding somewhere in the woods. Apparently they were even more
uncivilized than Derek in his burned out house. As a result the Pack was trying
to track them and were taking shifts patrolling. Somehow Stiles got himself
roped into joining in.
Fast forward to now and here he was huddled in a tent with Derek, trying not to
freeze his appendages off.
It wasn't working.
“I thought you guys could feel a s-shift in the weather in your bones or sense
the c-clouds or s-s-some shit," Stiles mumbled, trying not to let his teeth
chatter. The snow started falling lightly while they were tracking up the
mountain but by the time they reached the top it was falling quickly, the
temperature had plunged and there was already at least a foot in some areas.
Stiles was not impressed.
“We’re not barometers, Stiles," Derek said evenly but without turning to look
at him Stiles could tell Derek’s eyebrows were furrowed.
There was rustling beside him and Stiles looked over in the warm electric
lantern light to see Derek pulling a giant sleeping bag out of a duffel bag. It
looked like two someone zipped together to make a big bed at one time. He
spread it out between them, not looking at Stiles. He tried to straighten it
out as much as possible before sighing and turning to Stiles.
“Get in."
Stiles considered protesting for shits and giggles, but his fingers were numb
in his mittens and his toes weren’t far behind. He gingerly shuffled around,
trying to get his stiff body to move right. He tried to roll into the makeshift
bed where Derek had pulled the corner back only to be stopped by the alpha.
“No shoes," Derek said as he reached down to pull off one of Stiles’ sneakers.
“The dude who lives underground has a beef about t-tracking dirt into bed?
Really?"
Derek raised an eyebrow as he reached for Stiles’ other foot. “Why couldn’t
your mouth have been the first part of your body to freeze?"
“Ha ha," Stiles replied sarcastically but he was quiet once the sneakers were
tossed to the side of the tent and he scrambled as best he could into the
sleeping bag. Derek helped bundle him up as much as he could, tucking bits here
and there until Stiles felt like a goddamn burrito.
“Thanks, m-man," Stiles said quietly. Derek just hummed back absently. They sat
in silence far longer than Stiles would ever give himself credit for, listening
to the soft brush of the fir tree branches against the sides of the tent where
Derek tried to keep away from as much snow as possible. The wind was blowing a
bit, Stiles could tell, but he knew that if anything came their way or tried to
creep up on them that Derek would hear.
Stiles also knew that the odds of the pack finding the Alpha pack were slim to
none since Derek wouldn’t have sent them out on their own and he certainly
wouldn’t have let Stiles tag along, especially to spend the night in the woods
with them. Stiles had been making some grumblings about not being able to be
involved in all things wolf pack since he couldn’t, you know, shift and grow
fangs and whatnot so he suspected this was a way for Derek to help Stiles feel
a little more included.
Not that it was working out any, since he was stuck in a tent with Derek,
trying not to let his bits freeze off.
“You’re still shaking," Derek said, jarring Stiles out of his thoughts.
“I think they’re starting to go away, though," Stiles said through teeth that
barely chattered. He was getting tired, trying to fight off the persistent
shudders that ran through his midsection. He let his eyes drift close a couple
times before he jolted awake from what felt like fire on his face.
“W-what are you doing?"
Derek was leaning over Stiles, running his hand over Stiles’ face and listening
closely to the way he was breathing.
“You’re too cold, Stiles," Derek replied grimly. “You’re at risk for
hypothermia."
Derek reached down to quickly unlace and yank off his boots, tossing them in
the same direction as Stiles’ sneakers. His leather jacket and t-shirt (of
course he wasn’t wearing three layers and a wind-resistant jacket like Stiles)
followed but, to Stiles’ foggy-brained disappointment, his jeans stayed on.
Derek carefully unwrapped burrito!Stiles and rolled him onto his side, facing
Derek, and he slid into the sleeping bag.
“Jesus, Stiles, how much are you wearing?" Derek muttered as he tried to get
his arms around Stiles.
“S’for warmth," Stiles slurred back. He felt leaden and he couldn’t feel his
toes, couldn’t tell if he was moving them to try to get them warm again. He
barely noticed Derek tugging his clothes off until he had to drag Stiles up to
pull his t-shirt off, exposing his chest. “Hey, no taking advantage of the
frozen guy."
“Shut up, Stiles," Derek replied with no heat that Stiles would have gladly
taken at that point.
Once he stripped Stiles down Derek laid them both back down, pulling Stiles
against his chest and tucking his head down so even his face could get warm
again. Derek tried not to jump at the icy feeling of Stiles’ cheek against his
collarbone and ran his hands up and down Stiles’ back under the sleeping bag.
In the distance a wolf howled, curious, maybe a little worried. Derek bit back
a curse and kept trying to pull Stiles closer, even pulling his freezing feet
between his calves one at a time to try to get them working again. It was a
testament to how bad Stiles was feeling because he wasn’t talking at all, but
he was slowly working his fingers around Derek’s midsection, as if trying to
crawl into his body.
A few minutes later the door to the tent unzipped and Isaac poked his head in.
He’d obviously run all the way and shifted on the fly because his canines were
still disappearing and his hair was shaggier than usual.
“What’s wrong?" Isaac asked, trying to get the tent door open more so he could
get in.
Stiles raised his head from Derek’s shoulder, looked around, as if surprised.
“What’s going on?"
“Nothing, Isaac was just leaving. Everything is fine," Derek told his beta.
“But-"
“Isaac," Derek said sharply.
Isaac slinked back. “I just wanted to help." The tent was zipped back up and
Derek could hear quick footfalls away from the makeshift campsite.
“What’s that about?" Stiles asked.
“You ask a lot of questions, you know that?"
“Question with a question," Stiles pointed out, laughing a bit to himself,
still sounding a bit off. “You are so goddamn hot."
Derek snorted and didn’t even flinch when Stiles jabbed him in the side. Didn’t
stop him from just about disappearing from sight and rubbing his chest against
Derek’s under the sleeping bag, though. Derek let him without a word because he
could still feel Stiles’ body shuddering as it fought to raise his core
temperature.
It wasn’t until Stiles’ hands started moving more nimbly over Derek’s skin,
clearly warmed up again, that he tried to put a little space between them.
Stiles tensed up and tried to tug him back, glancing up with sleepy eyes.
“I’ll be Bella Swan, that’s okay. Just don’t go," Stiles mumbled, clearly on
the verge of dozing off.
Derek sighed but pulled Stiles close again. “Fine. But I’m still not some
goddamn sparkly vampire."
Derek waited until Stiles’ breathing evened out and he was asleep before he
tucked his own head down and rested it on top of Stiles’ buzzed one and let
himself drift off.
********************************
Stiles was fucking roasting.
He woke up slowly, feeling like he was being baked in an oven. He felt squished
and hot but he was so goddamn comfortable.
As he became more aware he remembered he was in the tent and the reason why he
was so hot was because Derek was still pressed against his front like a goddamn
leech.
But his back was hot, too--what?
Stiles could feel another body cushioning him from behind, this one definitely
not wearing any kind of clothing. The tent smelled thickly of the smell Stiles
could identify as none other than wolves, or, rather, his wolves. The pack.It
was such a comforting smell that when Stiles finally shuffled around a bit and
turned his head to see Isaac behind him, nuzzling and pressing kisses to
Derek’s outstretched hand it didn’t phase him at all.
Stiles turned to face Derek and started to close his eyes but Isaac shifted
behind him and pressed a kiss to the back of Stiles’ neck. He let his lips
linger there, pressing soft kisses around Stiles’ shoulder.
Stiles was sure the frostbite had gotten to his brain. He opened his eyes wide
to look up at Derek, to see if he was even awake, and he stifled a gasp as he
caught the look in Derek’s eyes as he watched his beta mouth at Stiles’ neck.
Derek’s eyes were watching him carefully, waiting for the slightest hint that
Stiles didn’t want this.
Stiles realized that while one of Derek’s arms was stretched out over top of
his head the other one was under the sleeping bag, clutching at Stiles’ hip
with the thumb rubbing slowly over his skin.
As soon as Derek could see that Stiles realized what was going on he opened his
mouth, probably to say this was wrong or to gruffly push Stiles away or
something stupid so Stiles surged up and covered Derek’s mouth with his own,
effectively trapping any potential mood killers he might have in him.
Derek stilled but Stiles persisted and lifted a hand to cup Derek’s jaw, trying
to coax him into responding. Behind him Isaac was starting to trail his tongue
down Stiles’ back, kissing and sucking at each vertebrae.
Stiles grew frustrated when Derek still didn’t respond so he groaned into his
mouth, then pulled back a little and whispered, “Kiss me back."
Derek blinked and looked shocked. Stiles grinned back at him and continued,
“Like this."
He kissed Derek again, this time letting his tongue slip into Derek’s mouth,
trying to provoke a response- any response.
Behind them Isaac covered Derek’s hand on Stiles’ him with his own and tugged
it toward the waistband of Stiles’ jeans, slipping under his boxer briefs and
against his ass cheek. Stiles moaned and this pulled Derek out of his trance.
He kissed Stiles back eagerly, letting his tongue wrap around Stiles’.
Behind Stiles Isaac pulled his hand out from Stiles’ pants, leaving Derek to
rub and squeeze on his own. Instead the beta reached around and worked his hand
between Derek and Stiles to pop the button open on Stiles’ jeans and slowly tug
the zipper down. He did this slowly to give everyone involved a chance to stop
or pull back from the situation. Instead Stiles groaned at the feeling of
Isaac’s hand against his hard on and he pushed his ass back into Isaac’s grin.
“Jesus Christ," Stiles broke away from the kiss and gasped. Derek faltered and
glanced down at Stiles, concerned. Stiles glared back. “If either of you stop
what you’re doing I’ll hunt you down and use your hides as pelts."
Derek let out a bark of laughter--honest-to-God laughter--and ducked his head
into the curve of Stiles’ neck, breathing in deeply there. Isaac grinned
against Stiles’ skin, as well, but his hand never stopped working its way into
his pants. Once Isaac had the jeans open enough he shoved Stiles’ underwear
down and reached into lightly grasp his cock.
Stiles gasped again and clutched at Derek’s shoulders. Derek moved down Stiles’
body and sucked a nipple into his mouth, clamping down carefully and laving the
smooth tip with his tongue. Stiles felt his cock jump in Isaac’s hand and it
was all too much.
“Off, off," Stiles muttered as he pushed at the sleeping bag, trying to shove
and kick at it without dislodging either werewolf.
Isaac helped by pushing Stiles’ jeans down to his ankles where they got tangled
up until, laughing he tugged them off inside out and they disappeared in the
tent to where the rest of his clothes ended up.
Stiles was the farthest thing from cold now, even though the wind had picked up
and was howling like a substitute wolf around them. Stiles felt like he would
explode if someone didn’t touch him, kiss him again.
He reached out to Derek and opened his jeans, uncaring of how quick and sloppy
he was being. His hands were clumsy again but this time from want instead of
hypothermia. Derek covered Stiles’ hands with his own and slowed him down,
helping Stiles open his jeans. No underwear, of course, but that just made
Stiles’ job easier. He’d be able to replay this moment of revelation over and
over in his head for years after.
Stiles was on his knees, helping pull Derek’s jeans off while Derek pushed and
Isaac lay behind Stiles, running his hands over his thighs and up to cup his
balls. Isaac carefully pushed Stiles’ knees apart and rearranged himself so his
head was between them from behind, directly under his cock that was just
starting to leak pre-come. Stiles dropped his body enough for Isaac to reach
him comfortably, which put him at just the right level to tentatively reach out
to stroke Derek.
The alpha was watching Isaac’s mouth on Stiles with rapt attention, looking
like his mouth was going dry at the sight. He almost missed it when Stiles
opened his mouth and cautiously licked the tip of Derek’s own cock, capturing
the drop at the tip that was just threatening to slip down. Stiles grinned as
Derek jumped like he’d been shocked and covered the head with his lips.
“Fuck," Derek grunted, trying not to thrust up into the heat of Stiles’ mouth.
Derek's cock was thick, as expected, It was full and the weight of it felt
right on Stiles' tongue. He worked one hand counter to his mouth until Derek
was growling below him. He ran his tongue across a thick vein on his shaft over
and over until Derek had to hold Stiles back to catch his breath. Stiles didn't
realize that he'd gradually been thrusting down into Isaac's mouth as he worked
Derek faster and faster. He stilled his hips, sending down a silent apology to
Isaac with his eyes, but the other wolf whined and scrabbled at Stiles' legs to
get him moving again.
Stiles couldn't believe any of this was happening, least of all to him. It was
almost too much for him to handle but he wasn't about to look a gift… wolf? in
the mouth.
Stiles carefully flopped over on his side and tugged Isaac over to him. “Don’t
suppose anyone thought to bring lube to this camp out?" Stiles groaned as Isaac
pushed against his hip with his cock, rubbing into the dip there until it drove
Stiles crazy. He reached out to grab Isaac by the back of his head and pulled
him down so he could kiss him, hot and dirty.
Their tongues pressed together wetly and if this all wasn't the hottest goddamn
time of Stiles’ life he’d have been embarrassed that their combined spit was
leaking out of his mouth. Derek reached over and licked it off his cheek, then
continued down his neck, sucking at the pulse point there before he tongued
around the curve of Stiles’ collar bone.
“I don’t know how much more I can take," Stiles whispered against Isaac’s
mouth. Isaac nodded in agreement but didn’t stop kissing him.
Derek lay back on the sleeping bag and ran his hand over Stiles' ass until he
reluctantly pulled away from Isaac and looked over. Derek grabbed him by the
hips and tugged him over until he was laying on top of Derek, his back to
Derek's chest Derek licked his plan, then slicked up his cock and arranged
himself so it rested comfortably between Stiles' cheeks. Stiles let his mouth
fall open and his head dropped back to Derek's shoulder while Derek arranged
Stiles' legs the way he wanted them.
"Come here, pup," Derek said huskily and Isaac scrambled to lay on top, letting
his legs curl around both men so his cock could press up against Stiles'. Derek
reached up and offered his hand to Stiles who started sucking on his fingers
immediately, curling his tongue around them the way he'd done to Derek's cock.
When they were wet to Derek's satisfaction he reached between Stiles and Isaac
to circle both their cocks and stroked them together as Isaac thrusted into his
fist. Together they got a rhythm going that gave Derek enough friction as his
cock moved against Stiles' ass.
Stiles was in sensory overload. A cock in his ass, another against his own, a
strong hand stroking them ,Derek's mouth and teeth on his shoulder, Isaac's
breathy whine every time Stiles arched up against him--over and over, faster
and faster, sloppy and harsh and then there were bright lights in Stiles' eyes
and a sharp pain in his shoulder as Derek came first, triggering Isaac who let
out a goddamn-near howl and finally Stiles couldn't take it and he bucked ump
coming messily all over his and Isaac's chests.
Stiles barely noticed when Derek tipped them over as one and they were laying
on their sides again but still pressed together, Isaac squirmed against Stiles,
working their combined mess into their skin until he hummed contentedly against
Stiles' neck.
Derek's cock twitched between Stiles' ass cheeks for a few minutes, drawing a
minor shudder from Stiles every time. He burrowed back against Derek as much as
he could, with Isaac pressing into him from the front and he felt incredibly
complete for the first time he could remember in a long time.
"Y'all can Bella Swan me anytime," Stiles muttered, words slurred again but
this time not from the cold. Isaac's messy head popped up, confused, but Derek
just stroked his hair and urged him back down.
********************************
The next morning Stiles woke up bundled up in the sleeping bag alone in the
tent. He was clean and his jeans and underwear were both back on his body.
Was what happened just a hypothermia-induced hallucination? Stiles glanced
around the tent to find any sign of what might have happened and came up with
nothing.
He put the rest of his layers on and pulled on his sneakers before unzipping
the tent and stumbling out to the harsh morning light.
The day had dawned bright and warm. The snow that fell the night before was
already melting and creating a wet, messy underbrush.
The rest of the wolves were lounging just beyond where the tent was set up in a
small clearing. Scott, Erica, Boyd and Jackson looked none the worse for wear
after their night. Isaac seemed okay, too. He met Stiles' eyes with ease but
there was no flicker of familiarity there. Stiles glanced at Derek who, even if
he hadn't actually sucked off last night but for in his dreams, had cuddled him
to save him from losing fingers and toes and stuff. Derek seemed as gruff and
impersonal as ever.
Huh.
"About time you got up, dude," Scott called out. "We were just waiting for you
so we can pack up and leave."
"Sorry, you should have woken me up," Stiles replied, feeling a little awkward
with everyone starting at him.
"You were the only one of us that actually got any sleep," Erica groused.
"Stupid human susceptibility to the cold."
Stiles tried not to blush and lost. "Yeah, stupid hypothermia. Never again,"
Stiles mock cried, shaking his fist in the air.
Derek cleared his throat. "Anyway, we going?"
The wolves had the tent down in record time and Derek carried it and the duffel
down the mountain just fine. They were at the bottom within an hour, much
easier going down than up.
Scott sidled up to Stiles once they got to where they parked their vehicles.
"Hey buddy. Allison--"
Stiles groaned but held out his keys automatically. "Just don't park somewhere
that if her dad happens to find you guys that he beats up on her, okay? I'll
get a ride with--"
"Me," Derek called out and Isaac hopped from the front to the back seat
immediately.
"There ya go, thanks Stiles!" Scott called out as he ran off to the Jeep.
Stiles approached the Camaro somewhat warily but slid into the front seat
anyway since he had no other way home. Erica and Boyd had taken off on foot to
go do whatever it is they did and Jackson had torn off in his import without a
backwards glance.
Stiles stayed ridiculously quiet for most of the ride, until he noticed they
weren't going back to his house. "You're not dropping me off?"
"Was wondering if you were going to give us the cold shoulder," Derek replied,
which was in no way an answer.
"Cold shoulder? What?"
Isaac's hand landed on Stiles' shoulder, his finger stroking against Stiles'
neck. "That's Derek's attempt at a joke. A pun, even."
Stiles looked at his fellow passengers, confused. "I'm… uh… that--that wasn't a
dream last night, was it?"
"Pretty damn vivid dream, if it was," Isaac snorted. His hand had worked under
Stile's t-shirt and he was stroking down Stiles' chest to pinch his nipple.
Stiles gasped and his head fell back against the headrest.
"We just figured that if you were still feeling some effects of the hypothermia
it might not be the best idea to send you home alone. You might need to be
warmed up again," Derek offered casually, even though his cock was already
straining against his fucking tight jeans, and despite his own burgeoning
horniness Stiles had to give him an A for effort.
"Yeah, I think I can warm to that idea," Stiles replied with a grin.
Groans abound, ones that would soon be for a whole different reason.
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