He yawns against the doorframe. Zipping up a marc Jacobs jacket over his V- neck. Hair cut. Freshly showered. The apricot shower gel, poking at Derek's nostrils. He stares at his uncle typing on his phone.

"Going anywhere fancy?"

"Stiles and I are going for a little drive..."

"Woah. He actually grew a pair and asked you out?" Derek's eyebrows raise in astonishment.

"That's not..."

"Hell has finally frozen over. I gotta hand it to him. I thought he'd chicken out. Again. Constantly asking about where to take you and how to ask. Like he's never dated before. Maybe it's because you're an alpha. For some reason he's carried you on this bizzare pedastal throne. Do you know how many gifts he's gotten you? Finally we can clear that shit out of Boyd's room..."

"Hey guys! Petey, you ready for the dentist to check out those fangs?" Stiles asks as he runs through the door and greets them both.

"Oh"

"Oh" Peter repeats with a smirk.

"The...Dentist"

"Yeeeep?" Stiles nods.

"Just a casual denist trip. With no strings" Derek nods.

"Exactly"

"I've gotta...see Isaac...pack stuff"

"Sure" Peter chuckles. "Have fun"

"You too"

"Ooooookay, I'm just gonna get my baby started!" Stiles heads out, leaving the two weres staring at each other.

"I assume he means his precious Jeep, and not me"

"Don't..."

"What?"

Derek checks that Stiles is out of earshot before his his cheeks burn a fluttered pink. He's used to keeping his mouth shut. It's what he's good at. However when Peter came downstairs, dressed for a red carpet and brought the human up, he put two and two together and came up with sixteen. His pissed off with himself, but also anxious. He notes his uncle smile as he can sense it.

"Don't mess him around"

"Whyever would I..."

"Don't bullshit me. But more importantly don't bullshit him. We know, what he's like. We know that he'll move heaven earth and all the nemetons to make you happy. If you just pity him..."

"I don't"

"If you just want to toy with him like an omega between your claws, just stay away. Leave him the fuck alone"

"If I didn't know any better, I would assume that's a threat. I'm guessing Stiles isn't the only one that has a secret crush. See you soon. Oh and...chop chop Derek"

"With what?"

"You don't want to keep Isaac waiting do you? All these powers. All these years, and you still can't lie for shit, can you?" Peter waves him off, returning to Stiles as his nephew glares at his with jealous venom.